#but i also did it on purpose so i could slap the thing on my desk and it’s insane ass aura would bother the neurotypicals

[docholligay]

Roy and Hawkeye-Hero

Imagine if you will, a much younger, fresher, not yet twisted into the wrought iron fence of their purpose, Roy and Hawkeye. This is all made of facts organically grown and sustainably harvested from my own ass.I know that.  Also the Greeks exist here. I claim nothing, I’ve only seen to the first part of episode 16, so if this is wrong as hell--and unless I have a very strange and hyper-specific prescience, it is--just let me be wrong. Please don’t spoil me for anything. I promise it doesn’t matter. 

a little over 500 words and I'm probably genuinely done with this one. Behind a cut because it is, Iam sure, aggressively non-canonical and honestly I don't want to hear about it, I just finished the assignment I was writing this in my head while I was looking for antlers yesterday okay?

“I didn’t know you could laugh!” Roy wheeled out into the night air, the booze and the celebratory nature of it all whirling through his system. 

“I didn’t know you could be funny.” Hawkeye smiled as she stumbled after him, a pleasing pink in her cheeks and starry haze in her eye Roy had never seen before. 

The night was warm but the wind was cool, a pleasant balance made of two things that might have otherwise been miserable. Hawkeye swung her long brain over her shoulder and looked up the stars, letting out a deep sigh scented with cheap wine and fruit. 

“They’re nice, aren’t they?” Roy sidled up next to her and put his hand on her shoulder. “You know, the Greeks named a bunch of the patterns in the stars, for stories. Heroes, mostly. You ever wonder what you have to do to get a group of stars named after you? I mean,” He grinned and turned in front of Hawkeye, walking backwards, ‘I could do it, obviously. I’m the flame alchemist. Young. Talented. Very, very handsome. I already know. You don’t have to tell me.” 

She chuckled. “I won’t.” 

“Twice in one night!” He indicated with a big wave of two fingers. “I am getting that constellation. Noted hero, Roy Mustang. I want a big one. What about you? Something small and tasteful?” 

She shook her head. “No, I--” the wine slipped her tongue, “I don’t want one. I didn’t join for that.”

“What did you want, then?” He stopped, and looked at her, his dark eyes somehow deeper than the sky. 

“Out.”

She gave a little gasp and looked away from him. It was the wine and the night and the fact that no one had ever asked. It was a silly and self-pitying thing to say. Which made it no less true, but all the more embarrassing. Her mind turned, well, drunkenly tumbled, over what a loudmouth Roy was, and how she was already in a precarious position as the only woman assigned to the alchemists, and how she was seen mostly as a punishment, an embarassment, for Roy and his big, arrogant, argumentative mouth. Her work had been without flaw, and so now her motives would be gone after. 

“I’ve got it.” He grabbed her elbow, and pointed up at the sky. “I’m going to be the big one, right there, that’s always there. You can see the arch of it. I don’t think I should ever leave the sky, i’m just that good, you know, but see there’s a little one just like it. That can be you. You didn’t join for it, but you can have it anyway.” He clapped both his hands on her shoulders. ‘Like me! C’mon,” he slapped her back, “let’s get back to the barracks before we end up in more trouble than we deserve. On account of our good looks and their massive jealousy.” 

He wheedled back toward the light of the barracks, and Hawkeye watched him for a moment, very conscious of the fact that she was supposed to make sure he did not die, at least until they were through with him. 

But she looked up at the night. She knew what a constellation was. 

He’d assigned her the North Star.

[multiheadcanons]

IM GONNA BLAME THEAMAUS FOR REMINDING ME IM A JUGGALO. MERCS AS ICP SONGS

scout: the goofier songs icp put out are peak and the chop chop slide is one of those absolute peak songs that you would think is so stupid, but then it gets put on and you go damn… that’s actually peak. i also think that the purposeful parodying of the cha cha slide is very characteristic of scout, which is when i think of “if you think you’ve heard something similar, fuck that cause we the shit”, which is a way that scout could potentially see the cloning process. i don’t think scout really cares about having a doppelgänger out there. also, the lyric “uh oh, here come the popo, too much murder” is very scout. he said that.

soldier: the neden game is another one of the stupid songs the icp made that actually slaps so hard for no reason. it’s so nasty and vulgar and so… so funny. and honestly, if only a little less vulgar, probably exactly how he would be on a dating show. i can see both soldiers taking both contestants and it playing out exactly like this song. they just rip into each other and degrade not only themselves but the lady they’re trying to date. they won’t hold it against each other when it’s over.

pyro: i love my buddies… my engineer, but i love my axe. yes pyro gets my axe i don’t care if it seems like a copout yall see the way pyro holds their axe right, that’s their security blanket and their best inanimate friend past their flamethrower. they’re also the only one who has an actual axe, or i would’ve given this one to heavy. pyro could frankly get any song icp has ever put out and it would work just fine, but when you have to pare it down to one, it’s definitely my axe for pyro.

demo: demo is a man with a penchant for crimes of passion. that’s why he gets my room. demo is the one who would be most likely to kill in the name of love, and he’s okay with that. he’s okay with the fact that he gets obsessive. well he wouldn’t call himself obsessive, he’d call himself a dedicated man. even if that dedication is to someone who isn’t what he thinks they are. he doesn’t care. the feelings are real. and he’ll do anything for them.

heavy: lets take a walk down the hallwaaaaay, it’s a long waaaay, it takes all daaaaay… oh yeah hall of illusions is heavy’s song. i can see it so clearly. he asks if you want music played, he initially turns on classical, and as you scream he groans and says you’re ruining it. you need more fitting music. and turns this shit on. this is his torture song. this is what he’s flaying people to. and i think the psychological warfare is where heavy is a sleeper agent. nobody realizes how much heavy knows until he opens his mouth. and he’s telling exactly where you fucked up to lead you here, in his chair, as he precariously places metal nails under your keratin ones, and starts hammering them into the tips of your fingers. and he tells you. it’s your fault. you did this to yourself.

engineer: there’s something about the fucked up father/son relationship being talked about in prom queen that makes me want to give it to engineer. i don’t think engineer was the most loved guy in schools. most people found him a hardass, and weird. the conagher surname didn’t help. just meant he had a little more social pull, but that didn’t matter if nobody really liked him. and i don’t think that engie’s dad really cares about him either. he grew up to be the man he raised him to be.

medic: i can’t stop seeing the AMV for piggy pie and medic. and every edit i see with medic and this song just confirms that this is his song. i see it in my mind so clearly. of just him, and maybe it’s stylized, walking through town as he just slaughters people and collects whatever pieces he wants. and my favorite thing about insane clown posse is that despite their violence, most of their morals i agree with! so i don’t feel bad about the violent subject matter. but i also think that it’s the “this person is dying toDAY. and this is why” is a thing medic would do. yeah, he probably would tell you exactly why he picked you as his victim, even if the reason is sheer convenience. and if you asked nicely, he might even tell you how he’s going to do it and what he’s taking with him.

sniper: sniper is gonna get how many times. this is actually just sniper’s stream of consciousness. i love the distinct lack of rhymes in how many times. there’s a few, but it’s notably different from a lot of icp’s discography! but this is what sniper is thinking essentially thinking every day. particularly when he’s in his worse moods. very specifically “how many times will you steal my car stereo? it don’t even work” that is such a funny line for no reason this song is not one i would call funny but that line very specifically is so funny.

spy: spy is getting cherry pie. i almost don’t even want to spoil this one i just want you all to go listen to it. of course; there’s not many songs that insane clown posse has created that would be considered classy or even remotely reminiscent of spy, but if i had to pick one, it would be this one. i think if you got him on a roll of what his “type of woman” is, it would be this song. i would only switch this out with cemetery girl, which would be a more subdued version of what can only be described as the same song.

[hearts-hunger]

this show is giving me a headache

pros:

future days, fucking FINALLY.

joel and tommy coparenting ellie we love to see it

the space capsule scene (and most of the museum flashback) was perfect. exactly like the game, and absolutely perfect. pedro and bella did a super job with that. 10/10 wouldn't change a thing.

joel celebrating her bithdays with her was nice to see, and i liked the father/daughter bonding time. it felt authentic and warm.

the joel and his dad flashback was interesting? i'm not 100% sold on it but it presents an intriguing character dynamic. i don't know. file that one under "ehh, okay, i don't hate it."

"say goodnight to uncle grumpy" shut uppppp it's too cute

now the cons. where to begin. and let me say i don't even vehemently hate these things, because i'm simply too bored and annoyed with the show to really care anymore. but, let's see if i can organize my thoughts somewhat.

this is the tamest one, and the most confusing, but was i smoking crack or did the part at the museum where it was supposed to be the "liars" spray paint just end up being a stump in the middle of the forest? genuinely paused it and couldn't see anything of significance there. am i crazy?

also, homophobe joel? am i tripping? weird choice there. and apparently the reason ellie moved out is because she wanted to be having sex and smoking weed and be a rebellious teen, not because she felt this growing rift of ontological mistrust between her and joel.

that's actually my problem with the whole episode (and the show i guess), that it reframes ellie's anger with joel about her purpose in life and how he robbed her of that. instead, we get this cheaper version where she's just angsting too hard.

cutting out the hospital scene was a HUGE mistake. ellie's anger and grief, joel's regret now that the lie is out but also his steadfastness in knowing it was the right thing to do? no. instead it got shoehorned into the porch scene and cheapened.

speaking of, the porch scene was such a mess i don't even know what to say about it. i guess it's not going to be the stab-in-the-heart finale to ellie's revenge journey? it's also not about the fireflies, really, it's about joel lying and how that manifested in the gail thing.

oh, side note on gail, you're telling me we lost the hotel bloater for that shit? for ellie to be a selfish little bastard freak who inflicted suffering on gail for no reason other than to get back at joel? great. that's just what i wanted, more ellie mischaracterization.

anyway, back to the porch scene. in the game, ellie is not so much angry about joel lying as she is angry that he took away her purpose, made her immunity into nothing. show ellie is only mad about the lying, as evidenced by the eugene/gail thing. if they had said even one line about "maybe if the fireflies had made a cure we could have saved eugene" that would have tied it back narratively to joel's betrayal with regard to the fireflies. but no, it's just lying in general she's not enthusiastic about. it has nothing to do with her deep-seated vaguely suicidal failed martyr's complex she has going on, and that's such a crucial part of ellie that to get rid of it makes her a petulant little baby.

they've drawn everything else out timeline wise for no reason, but they make joel and ellie's estrangement last for a few months. that combined with it being slap in the middle of the "gameplay" takes away its emotional punch. it's also very heavy handed with the crying and the passing down the mantle of fatherhood and "because you're selfish" "because i love you" blah blah blah. stop fucking spoon-feeding your audience like i am BEGGING at this point.

same thing with the moths. you don't have to spell everything out, you subtlety-phobic bottom of the barrel writers guild rejects!! trust your audience and let them figure something out for once! let them speculate! let them work through it!!

whatever joel said - that "and i'm gonna live with it every day because you're gonna reject me" or whatever the fuck was SO STUPID. i can't explain how disgusting and pathetic self pity looks on joel. not to mention the fact that his fears of that are totally unfounded because ellie forgives him immediately after. emotional tension absolutely wasted, if indeed you had any to begin with.

the fact is, it's just clunky and poorly done compared to the game. the writing is poor. it's rushed in some places and drawn out for no reason in others. it misunderstands the characters. it just fumbles basically everything, things that are fucking gift-wrapped for them in the game just begging to be put on the screen. the show is just flat out worse than the game, and i'm really kinda over it.

as always come yell at me on @ellies-miller if u dare

[crazylittlejester]

buy the cringey ass stickers of your hyperfixation if that’s what you want to do and slap that shit on your laptop or water bottle with pride, life is too short to be ‘normal’ and force yourself to be boring just to fit in

[nightmare-niko]

Pretty When You Cry [Father Charlie Mayhew x reader]

pt. 2

Word Count: 1916

Warnings: manhandling, kinda munch! Charlie, one slap, mean! Dom Charlie, blasphemy (they fuck in the church😬)

A/N: not my gifs! I have the originals reblogged on my page😘 this was actually already being written and then I got an anon request for basically exactly what I was already writing!! Hope ya like it hehe 🙃 i also dont really ever write like this kind of smut so i hope i did good!!

Copying or translating my writing is not allowed. If you see my work on another site it is stolen. Reblogs are appreciated and encouraged.

You weren't a religious person by any means. But staying the night at your parents had you up early, trying to find the most church-appropriate outfit. of course, your parents failed to tell you that they were planning on bringing you along to church. Your skirt was a bit too short. But it is not like you had room to complain with such short notice!

You remember going to high school with Father Charlie— or as you knew him Charlie. The two of you didn't run with the same crowds-- but you knew each other.

Now, here you were. Paying no attention to the words coming from his mouth and all attention to how good he looked. Damn-- maybe you should have shot your shot years ago when he was a personal trainer.

As you watched him at the head of the room, you allowed your mind to wander.

One extremely long and boring sermon later, you stand awkwardly behind your parents as they talk to what Seems like every member of the church. God how you regret agreeing to come-- It's not like you knew anyone here- none of your friends went to church. But here you were, being judged by middle-aged churchgoers. How fun.

The sound of your name being called catches your attention.

You whip your head around to the noise, "Father Charlie!" The name is unnatural as it falls from your lips. You quickly look at your parents- too engrossed in a conversation. “It's been a while!" You awkwardly step closer to the man.

He hums, "It has been, hasn't it? The first time in the church as well.”

“Well, you know...” You gesture back to your parents.

"I'm assuming this wasn't on your schedule.” He looks you up and down, “Given your attire.”

You gasp sharply, heat rising to your face as you pathetically try to pull your skirt down. "I-uh,” you try to think of an excuse, "I didn't pack any pants..." You lie-- lying in a church is one thing but to the priest?

If Charlie sensed your lie he didn't comment on it. "Well, I hope you enjoyed today's sermon.”

"I did!" You lie again, a little too enthusiastically.

Charlie narrows his eyes at you, "You weren't paying attention, were you?" His voice is playful.

"No, I was not," You quickly confess.

He laughs, you have to fight to not stare shamefully at his beautiful face for too long. "That's odd— because when I looked at you, you looked very focused," He teases.

“I wasn't paying attention to your voice. Just your fa-" you stop in your tracks. Utterly petrified at the situation you have just found yourself in. His eyebrows raise in surprise at your slip-up. “I mean I didn't even know that you could see me in that crowd-- I-I- just figured that-”

“That every time we locked eyes it wasn't on purpose?” he finishes your thought.

You nod pathetically, your shoes suddenly extremely interesting.

Charlie takes a step towards you, the proximity making you look up at the man. Has he always been that tall? "I want you to go into my office and wait for me.” His voice is a seductive tone you have never heard him use before. It sends a shiver down your spine.

“But what about my parents?” you ask, voice just above a whisper.

“Dont worry about them,” he assures before walking away. Leaving you standing alone— stunned.

To say you were terrified was an understatement. Sure, you weren't in any danger-- at least you didn't think so. What exactly had you gotten yourself into? Here you sat, in a priest's office. Surrounded by biblical Imagery. And you were 99% Sure you were soaked through your cotton panties, you didn't care. No one but you was going to know... right?

Five minutes turned to ten. You sat anxiously in the chair across from Charlie's desk. A clock on the wall ticked away obnoxiously. You had figured when you walked in it would take him a while for him to return. how long should you wait? Has he forgotten that you were sitting in his office, impatiently waiting? You didn't dare to snoop, or even scroll on your phone. Charlie said to wait for him, and that's what you would do.

For thirty minutes you're alone in that office. you straighten your posture when you hear the clicks of Charlie’s boots nearing. The sound of the door opening makes you flinch pathetically. You don't dare turn around. Eyes glued on the desk in front of you.

Charlie is silent as he moves around behind you. Your pulse pounds in your throat at the anticipation.

“You seem nervous.” You tense at his voice, still refusing to turn around and face the man.

You try to swallow the lump in your throat, “I am nervous, Father.” You press your thighs together in an atempt to find some sort of relief to your throbbing center.

He groans quietly from behind you, “look at me.”

Like a magnet your head whips around to look at the man. His sharp gaze made your breath hitch. You felt hazy as he stepped towards you. Your eyes locked on his as he comes to stand right in front of you. Your breath quickens when he captures your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger.

Charlies predatory gaze on you deepens, his lips curling into a smirk, "you--" he rubs the lipstick on your mouth, smudging it. "Are such a pretty mess for me, darling.”

You bat your eyelashes up at him, “I don't know what you mean, Father.”

He grips the sides of your face harshly, cheeks smushing together into a pout. “Showing up to my church dressed like a slut—” he spits, “shamlessly eyefucking me the whole time like you were the only one in the room.”

You whimper at his words— he was right of course. But that didn't stop your face from flushing in embarrassment.

“Now look at you. Slut. Sitting before me like a doe as if you didn’t wait in my office hoping I would come in here and fuck you like the whore that you are.”

You moan shamelessly when he lets go of your face, while your whole body was screaming at you to submit to the man before you. You could help but push his buttons just a little bit further.

“You know for a priest you sure do have a filthy mouth—” His eyes narrow on you as you speak. “im such a slut but here you are hard in your pants over a damn mini skirt.” If looks could kill, you’d surely be dead. You needed more.

You open your mouth to speak again. But before you could even get a sound out, Charlie strikes his large hand across your cheek. You moan again, “fuck!”

Wordlessly, he turns to the desk before you. You watch curiously as he haphazardly pushes the clutter on his desk onto the floor. Your hands tremble in anticipation as you watch him bound towards you. He effortlessly picks you up from the chair you sat on, as if a reflex you cross you’d ankles behind his back as his hands greedily grip your thighs and ass.

He gently places you on the recently cleared off desk. A stark contrast to the way he effortlessly hoisted you from your seat. You attempt to grind down in the wooden desk under you for some kind of stimulation, but Charlie’s grip stops you.

“So impatient,” he purrs. He captures your lips in a quick, gentle kiss. You whine at the loss of him, but you don’t have to worry for long as his hands greedily grasps at your skirt, tearing at your legs. He leaves you with one last opened mouth kiss as he begins to trail wet kisses down your neck.

He mumbles something you can’t quite hear. But you don’t really care when he sinks to his knees, his strong hands prying your legs open. He trails more kisses to your inner thigh all the way up to your core. He licks a stripe over your soaked through panties, your legs try to close but his hands are holding your thighs open. His eyes lock on yours as he pulls them down your legs, the speed agonizing as you whimper. In a second his lips are back on you, his wet kisses up your thighs driving you mad.

“Charlie,” You thread your hand through his hair as he bites and licks at your heat like a starved man.

He mumbles a quick “no,” as he pulls away from you. His chin slicked and shiny from you. The scene is pornographic, if you had a camera you’d take a picture. He fumbles with his belt buckle and throws it to the side, the metal clanking to the floor loudly. You shamelessly stare as he stands back up, towering over you again he gets close enough that you feel his breath on your face.

“Look at you,” he tuts. You lurch forward— pulling him into a greedy, filthy kiss. When he moans into your mouth it’s the most heavenly sound you’ve ever heard. Pushing you back into the desk, once again he’s muttering something, a prayer. You paw at his zipper and he lazily watches you has you pull out his angry cock.

“Please?” You beg, tears welling up in your eyes from sheer sexual frustration.

“Since you asked so nicely~” he steals a quick kiss before dragging his leaking tip through your folds.

He pushes into you fully in one smooth motion. Your back arches up off of the desk, wood painfully digging into your spine. You didn’t care— all you cared about was him.

Fast sharp deep thrusts have you screaming as the sounds of skin ring throughout the office. You curse- throwing your arms over your head. Charlie’s mouth gaping while he groans, pressing and thrusting himself into you.

"Just, like that, oh.. god." You wail as he slams himself into your g spot repeatedly.

Charlie greedily paws at your clothed breasts as his hips slap into yours. You clench around him— you can already feel your orgasm building from the rough pace set. Charlie’s hips stutter from your action and you clench again. A low groan leaves his beautifully shaped lips as he digs his fingers into your hips.

You moan— you try to form words but Charlie feels so good inside of you that your brain feels like mush. He seems to be able to tell your close however by the way his thumb reaches down to rub sloppy circles onto your clit.

Your vision turns white as you come undone. Your nails dig into the desk below you as Charlie chases his own release. He leans down, pressing kisses into your cheeks and necks, unlike the kisses before; these are gentle and caring. You hiss when he pulls out of you, missing the feeling of him inside you immediately.

“How much convincing will it take for you to come to next weeks service?” He breathily laughs against the side of your face.

“If it’s gonna end like this again— none at all.”

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[greenwitchfromthewoods]

stable. l Joel Miller

Summary: you won't admit what you feel

Warnings: smut (+18) and fluff, but also a little bit of angst ; Ellie appears there; reader feels insecure, mention of pregnancy

A/N: special thanks to @underneath-the-sky-again . thank you for your patience and support, sweetie

your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

short stories from life. [masterlist]

"I don't like it. I really don't like it."

You looked away from Ellie, who was trying on a pair of new clothes, and looked towards Ann. For a few minutes she had been standing in front of the shop window, staring at something on the other side of the street, munching on dried apple slices every now and then.

Ellie needed new clothes, so you went to a place in Jackson where you could trade old and good clothes for new ones. You met Ann on the way and she thought she could see if she could find something for the baby she and Shane were expecting. Meanwhile, she was completely uninterested in clothes for a few minutes.

"What do you mean?" you asked, approaching her and glancing over her shoulder with interest. You understood immediately. "Oh."

"Oh." Ann parroted after you, at which point Hazel's hand squeezed Joel's shoulder and she burst out laughing charmingly. "Hazel really does have a thing for Joel. Maybe she doesn't know that you and he..."

"She recently brought a cake that she made as a thank you to Joel for helping her with some repairs at her house. I opened the door for her."

"And?"

"She asked if I could call him over so she could give it to him personally."

Ann looked at you pointedly. Shane must have told her about the whole situation, but she had noticed it herself as well.

"And what about Joel? Have you talked to him?" she huffed as you rolled your eyes. "What's that supposed to mean? You're together, right? If this situation makes you uncomfortable..."

"It's not like that." You mumbled. "I know Joel. He's loyal and I know he wouldn't do anything to hurt me on purpose. Those are my insecurities." Ann frowned. "What? She's beautiful."

"You too!" she shook her head and sighed "You should do something about it. I know Joel would never... But look how you feel. He's your rock, don't let some chick..."

"Should I put a dead rat on her doormat?"

You and Ann jumped at the sound of Ellie's voice, which you didn't expect at all. The girl fixed her eyes on Joel and Hazel, a sly smile on her face.

"Don't even think about it!" you scolded her and lightly slapped her on the shoulder.

"Why?" Ann laughed, "That's a good idea."

"Don't give her solutions like that." you chuckled "Grown-ups solve problems like that differently."

"I can find a rat like that in an hour." Ellie butted in.

"Oh, and you're acting like an adult?" Ann pointed out your words "You don't tell him how you feel, and it's eating you up inside."

"It's not like that..." you groaned.

"So what about the rat?"

"Ellie, please!" you hissed. "No rats. Let's end this pointless conversation. Did you find what you were looking for?" Ellie showed the pair of clothes in her arms. "Great! We're going home, I promised to help Joel with the stables."

You left the store before either of them could say anything else.

"Will you tell me what's going on?"

"Oh, nothing."

"I can see that." Joel was leaning against the entrance to the stall and watching you brush one of the horses. "Something's bothering you."

You gave him a quick look, he knew it perfectly. He was slowly getting to the point that was unpleasant for you. Since Shane's wedding, you seemed to have something to worry about, even though you tried to hide it. But Joel knew you all too well.

"Is it about Ellie?" he said casually.

"No." You answered without even looking at him.

"So about Tommy?" No. "Maria. Ann. Shane." No, no, no. "Did I do something wrong?" No. "Hazel?"

He must have hit the nail on the head, because you frowned and gave him a nervous look. He really shouldn't have been surprised. Hazel had been around you quite often lately, and although Joel didn't treat her in a special way, he guessed that you might have felt uneasy.

He wasn't blind. He remembered your uncertain expression at the wedding when your dress got stained with juice, or when Hazel visited your house and completely ignored you.

Joel, however, thought that what he felt for you was obvious. Apparently he was wrong. He sighed quietly and entered the booth.

"You know she only wants me to help her, right?" he asked.

You snorted something incomprehensible, he smiled under his breath.

"Sweetie, talk to me. I prefer when things are clear between us."

You put the brush on the shelf and wiped your hands on a cloth.

"I don't like her." you mumbled. "I don't know why... No! I know. I don't like the way she looks at you."

"And how does she look?"

You frowned. "You know perfectly well how she looks at you." His smile only made your blood pressure rise. "Oh, you're awful!"

You threw a rag at him and quickly left the stall. You didn't get far, though, because after a moment Joel's arm wrapped around your waist.

"You know you're really sexy when you're jealous of me?" His voice sounded right next to your ear as he pressed you closer to him.

"I'm not jealous at all!" You growled.

"You are, babe." He pulled you towards the empty stall where you kept the haystacks. "And this is adorable."

He turned you to face him. His dark eyes were fixed on you, and a smile was playing on his lips. If it weren't for the fact that he was teasing you so much at that moment, you could have admitted he was right. His arms held you tightly.

"Let me go, someone might come in here." you said, trying to free yourself from his grip.

"There's no one here but us. It's late." His face came closer to yours, warm breath fanning over your cheek. "Admit it, darling."

"No. I won't boost your ego, Joel."

His lips brushed your neck, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. All the emotions that were swirling inside you were slowly starting to calm down. That's how he affected you.

"Admit it." he whispered again.

"No. Besides..." you took a deep breath. "You stink, Joel."

He chuckled. "You do too, darling." you patted his shoulder, but you couldn't hide your smile. "So? You know that only you matter to me. What we have is big, and I wouldn't give it up for anything in the world."

"Are you sure?"

He looked at you with incredible seriousness. Everything that was unspoken hung between you. A warm hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushed your lower lip.

"You're my whole life, babe. My everything." he said, and you felt that he really meant it.

"I love you." you replied almost in a whisper, and he smiled gently.

"I know."

And before you could say anything more, he kissed you, tenderly and with feeling. In one kiss, there was everything that neither of you said, but felt. You tangled your fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss and completely surrendered to the moment. 

Suddenly, you felt a haystack behind you and after a moment you were lying on it. Joel's hands slid under your shirt, wandering over your heated body. He kissed your jaw, your neck and went lower. The colossal hand squeezed your breast, and you felt the excitement growing in your belly.

"Damn, Joel..." you whispered "Someone might find us here."

"I don't care." he replied and started to unbutton your pants "I want you. Now."

The last rational thoughts flew out of your head. You hastily unbuckled his belt, the bulge in his jeans was very visible and as soon as you slid them down his manhood appeared in front of you in all its glory. Joel wanted to take off your pants, but he only managed to do it with one leg.

"Leave it." you hurried him and pulled him to you, kissing him deeply. "Yes, I was jealous. So fucking jealous of you."

"I knew it." he smiled, his fingers sliding over your folds. "But I'm only yours. Remember."

You nodded, then sighed as he slid inside you with one hard thrust. No matter how many times you made love with Joel, this moment always took your breath away. Your body accepted him willingly, and your legs knew exactly how to wrap around his hips to make him go even deeper.

"Fuck." Joel moaned right into your ear. "You're amazing, fucking amazing." 

You didn't answer. You couldn't. His movements were fast, strong, and violent. As if he wanted to show you that all he wanted was you and no one else in the world mattered.

Your fingers tightened on his shoulders, the silence filled only with your quick breaths, the sounds of skin slapping against skin. A strong hand grabbed your butt and lifted your hips a little, a sweet moan escaped your throat. The new angle made Joel roll exactly where you needed him.

"Only you... Only you, baby..." he whispered in your ear with ragged breaths, and you believed every word he said.

And when you left the stable together, even the rain that was falling didn't bother you then. Your clothes got soaked through, but you didn't care. The hand that held you was your anchor, your safe haven. Whatever happened to you, you knew you would overcome it together. You were his, Joel was yours. It just had to be that way.

"What's so funny to you?" Ellie mumbled, who was curled up on the couch and looked up from her comic book in surprise.

"It's raining." Joel replied, taking off his wet jacket.

"And?" the girl raised her eyebrows "You hate the rain. Damn! You're getting weird in your old age." Her gaze shifted to you, you were trying to take off your wet shoes and not fall over "Do you have hay in your hair?"

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Thank you for your time.

taglist, i think: @picketniffler @orcasoul @bbyanarchist @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi @somedayheaven @underneath-the-sky-again @callmebyyournick-name

[arminsumi]

S. Geto ★ Brother's Best Friend

Breaking the bed with your brother's best friend!

★ Requested by anon

★ Pairings : fem reader / badboy!Geto

★ Synopsis : even though he made a promise to your brother, Suguru Geto just couldn't keep his hands off of you.

★ Warnings : 18+ content, secret sex, brother's best friend trope, toys, visiting adult store, mutual m*sturbation, solo male m*sturbation, fantasies, creampie, pillow riding, sexting, wall/standing sex, mentions f*ngering, mentions bl*wjob, +++

Your brother always made sure that you and his best friend weren't alone together for too long. He totally restricted you and him from becoming friends, because he knew that neither of you two would be able to stay just friends.

Whenever Suguru had your company, he got flirtier. His mannerisms. His word choices. Compliments just spilled from his lips. He'd undress you with his eyes.

The chemistry between you two always made you squeeze your thighs together tightly.

Suguru Geto was a sorely attractive and alluring man. How could you not be turned on by him?

He had that slim-fit physique. Tattoos. A natural sultriness. That mysterious "he could be a cult leader for all I know" feeling about him.

He was also honest and spoke his mind.

"No offence," he said to you once, "But all the men you've dated are losers. All they've done is leave you with a broken heart."

You replied exactly how he'd hoped you'd reply; "I know. Do you know any better man?" you said suggestively, inching closer to him.

"I wish..." he huffed with a smile.

You pawed at his chest, "Suguru, my brother doesn't have to know about us..."

His heart beat rapidly and he felt his neck tense up.

Gently, he grabbed your hands and pried them off of his t-shirt.

"No, I made a promise to him that I wouldn't mess around with you. Okay?" he said determinedly.

Your funny little pout hurt him, because even though you tried to be comedic about his rejection he could still sense your deep sadness and desperation for him.

****

So many times during sleepovers, you had to get off on your pillow after hugging Suguru goodnight.

He was definitely being a bad boy, taking risks like hugging you when your brother was around. It earned a tense response from your brother, but Suguru quickly scurried off to the guest bedroom and acted like he did nothing.

Your bedroom was situated right next to the guest bedroom.

The walls were thin.

You could vaguely hear him grunting and throatily groaning as he pounded his fleshlight in the middle of the night.

He was most definitely being verbal on purpose, because in reality he was one of those silent type guys during sex. Suguru knew what he was doing. He always knew what he was doing, even when he wore those thin-fabric sweatpants that showed the outline of his huge cock snuggling against his muscular thigh. And all those times you "accidentally" walked in on him changing his shirt, he made his abs twitch and flex a little for you.

Suguru was always doing things in consideration of your horniness. He knew you had a hard time holding back, so he tested you — he tested your determination to not fuck your brother's best friend.

It was difficult to refrain from sneaking into the guest bedroom and hopping on his dick, it really was.

You rutted against the pillow and tweaked and pinched your nipples, chasing your pleasure.

The sound of slapping balls and lubed up thrusting carried through the wall as Suguru gave his fleshlight a heavy, sloppy pounding.

Suguru spiced things up and called out your name in a soft murmur, hoping you were listening.

"Mmm." you hummed back. He just barely heard it, but it made him grin naughtily.

He stopped pounding away at his toy, and drew his forearm across his forehead to wipe his sweat. He pulled out his phone and texted you.

📨 1 NEW

Suguru: i heard that. someone's wide awake 👀 You: yeah :( ur fault!! Suguru: my fault? how? 😗 You: u hugged me too tight earlier n got me worked up Suguru: haha just hugging got you horny? that's adorable You: stfu i didn't say i'm horny 🤬 Suguru: yeah right. bet you're humping ur hand listening to me rn lol You: nope Suguru: i don't believe u 🤨 u were totally listening. my fleshlight told me. it was pussy to pussy communication You: lol You: yeahh i was listening You: and squeezing my tits with both hands and riding my pillow 😇 Suguru: fuck Suguru: come over You: haha no way i'd wake up the neighborhood Suguru: dw i have ways to shut you up 😉

If your brother knew that at 1 AM that night, you snuck out and let Suguru finger you to your orgasm and gave him a blowjob, then he would have grilled both of you like meat on a barbeque.

But he never found out. Suguru held his moans in and gritted his teeth, and he covered your mouth with his big hand to stifle any noise coming out of you.

Suguru was turned on that he had this little secret with you.

Sleepovers became more anticipated. Your brother was confused sometimes, because while he liked having his best friend staying the night, Suguru was often over-enthusiastic at the idea.

"Oh I can stay the night?" it was the way his eyes lit up and his tone raised like he'd just gotten a hint about his Christmas present.

It always played out the same.

Suguru would be jerking off to you, thumbing through his favorited pictures — you know, those panty pictures and swimsuit ones that you wanted his verdict on. Well his verdict was groaning and throwing his head back and having a full-body orgasm.

If you were still awake, you'd whimper through the wall for him. He'd press himself against the cold wall and stroke his cock hard and fast until his balls bounced.

It became a thing.

Come the morning, the two of you would pretend nothing happened. But that knowing glint was always in his eyes.

****

In time, Suguru started drooling and obsessing over the idea of having sex with you. The tension between you and him had been reaching a peak.

Risky touches. Hot glances. Flirty tones. Sneaky sexting. Lingering hugs.

He took you out to the adult store under the pretense that he was just taking you shopping. Your brother let it slide, since you threw a fake temper tantrum about it until you got your way.

"You're such a spoiled princess." Suguru flirted when he pulled out of the driveway.

You giggled behind him, holding on tight as he rode off down the street, motorcycle rumbling loud.

He slung an arm around you in public and gave you kisses, thriving on the jealous looks that the two of you received from passers-by.

In the adult store, he agreed to buy you anything your heart wanted as long as you gave him proof that it was being put to good use.

Of course, he was buying you a toy that was as similar to his own cock as possible.

"And angel, don't get too attached to silicone. Nothing beats the real thing." he said.

"Oh yeah?" you batted your lashes at him.

When you batted your lashes like that, he snapped right there — the invisible restraints that kept him from breaking his promise to your brother broke.

He took you home, saw that your brother texted him will be home at 5-ish and then wasted no time before fucking your brains out right there up against the wall.

Once wasn't enough for either of you, so Suguru slipped his cock out and carried you to the bedroom.

****

"Su-su—Suguru! Not so hard! Y-you'll break the bed!" you said.

You were caged under Suguru's muscular body as he relentlessly pounded his cock into you, hitting deep spots that your newly bought toy surely wouldn't ever read — good. You'd crawl back to him for more.

"I don't care, let it break." he grunted into your ear.

He tried new angles until his cock pressured against your G-spot. You gasped and your moans quickly developed into stuttering incoherence.

"Fuck fuck fuck Suguru! Suuuguru! I'm so close, I'm gonna cum!" you screamed.

"Yeah? I'm close too, baby." he groaned. "Rub your clit faster, cum with me."

"W-we really shouldn't be doing this, mmm!" you moaned.

He smirked, "Yeah yeah, I know that turns you on more. Fucking slut. Cum with me and keep your pretty mouth shut about this."

Suguru brought you to a long orgasm. He groaned and his jaw went slack as he creampied his best friend's sister's pussy.

When he rolled off and caught his breath, he felt a small guilt but it was quickly smothered when you rolled back on top to kiss him hard.

"I think we broke the bed..." he chuckled.

"... oh. Shit." you giggled.

© arminsumi

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This is fictional work.

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Old Tricks - P3

A/N: Now I can’t stop writing…

Pairing: Tony Stark x F! Reader

Warnings: 18+ themes, fluff.

Find Part 1 & Part 2 here ;)

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Your husband was missing. Again.

And right after promising that he wouldn’t be late for movie night.

Movie nights. Something you had designated every once in a while complete with buttery popcorn and candy and lots of fluffy pillows and blankets.

Sighing, you finished your glass of wine while his lay untouched and made your way downstairs where he was probably killing his back over some invention.

As suspected, there he was, deep in conversation with his virtual best friend, FRIDAY. You hadn’t decided whether to let this go or go up to him and remind him of what he’d missed. It didn’t hurt you because you had lived with the man long enough to understand he never did it on purpose.

Curiosity had gotten the better of you when you squinted to see what he was up to, watching your husband scroll through pictures that resembled…sex toys?

“Let’s keep the face plate easily retractable too, the wife has a thing for neck kisses and so do I.”

Tony murmured, mostly to himself but he made amendments to the project in front of him, fingers gliding over the keyboard to put his words into actuality. He had lost track of time but only because it was directed towards a little present he had been working on, for you.

Unknown to him, you were standing back within earshot, watching him work with a mixture of shock and amusement on your face.

“I mean, I know Y/N loves coming on my fingers just as much. Maybe we could tweak the suit? Add additional modes on the vibrators too.”

Sure, boss.

Blush crept up your cheeks as his words fell on your ears, it was as if he was discussing any other modification to be done to his Iron Man suits. You tiptoed inside, not wanting to announce your presence just yet as Tony Stark - the successor of Stark Industries, genius inventor, world-renown superhero and philanthropist continued his back and forth with the AI.

You watched as prototypes holograms of his suit showed up, the alterations he spoke about highlighted along with detailed description of its features. The man ran his fingers through his hair, leaving them a glorious mess before walked around the table as if to get a whole 360 view.

Clearing your throat finally, you stifled a laugh as your husband jumped with a hand over his heart.

“Jesus Christ! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

Chuckling, you wrapped your arms around the man and reached up to give him a soft kiss. He sighed and hugged you, rubbing your back gently.

“You know among the things I presumed you do down here, I never imagined I’d catch you doing this. I also didn’t realise we had branched out to Adults Toys R Us.” You giggled when Tony playfully slapped your butt, joining in your laughter.

“It was supposed to be a surprise and a silly little gift. For the countless dates I’ve missed, I’m sorry.” He stared at his feet, scratching the back of his neck almost nervously.

“So you’re making me an apology sex toy? You continue to amaze me, Mr. Stark.” You murmured, making him look up at you again before pressing your lips to his lightly.

The man truly was unbelievable.

“What did I miss?” He asked earnestly, guilt evidently reflecting in his brown eyes.

“Our movie night. But it’s okay, I won’t hold it against you. Especially not if promise to reveal what all of this is about.”

Chuckling lowly, Tony planted his head on your shoulder, letting out a tired sigh and a purr the moment your fingers ran through his hair, comforting him.

“Am I going to get a demo or what?” You turned towards his work station while still keeping your arms around him.

“Nope. It’s still a work in progress.” Tony shrugged, swiftly shutting down his work.

“Oh come on, Tony! At least tell me something about it, what does it look like, how do I use it—”

“Oh no, you’re not going to use it. I am.”

You frowned, coaxing him to continue, now that he’d really got your interest piqued. It wasn’t surprising that he would design something like this without involving an element of ‘him’ in it.

“You’re giving me a present that’s meant to be used by you? Hmm, I’m not so sure if I want it now..” you teased, welcoming Tony as he slotted himself between your legs, caging you in by placing both his arms on either side.

“Oh you want it, alright. I’ve made sure it’s everything you’d wished for and more.”

“Hmm.. I would like some more details before I decide how I feel about this present.” Your arms naturally found their way behind his neck, excitement already building deep within as your little banter continued.

“Well?”

“Let’s just say all of your suit kink prayers have been answered, Mrs. Stark.”

No smut just yet 🤭

[rawflwrs]

Can you pls write some more about terry ?

▐ sugardaddy!terryrichmond ୫ camgirl!reader

summary: after a long day of spending daddy’s money, you both decide to end the night giving your viewers a show.

writer’s notes: I tried my best with this, although it was rushed, so it’s definitely not my best work. I apologise if you don’t like it! I’ve just been busy with assignments, so I’ve been distracted. I also added visuals this time, so let me know if you guys enjoy them and want me to add them in future smut fics. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy and don’t forget to like, comment & reblog </3 !!

warnings: explicit language, begging, pet names (daddy, princess, etc) overstimulation, dacryphilia, clit slapping, bimbofication, finger sucking, choking, spanking, age gap relationship and praising — bratty!sub!reader & dom!terry

tags: @luvrsluxe @gardenof-venus @theogbadbitch @fairygoround @nayaesworld @catxo @withoutmusiclifewouldbflat @kenshisluvrgirl @bigjuiciisushii @todorokishoe24 @notapradagurl7 @writingsbytee

Terry knew you were high maintenance before he met you. The way your bedroom lit a soft shade of baby pink with gold and cheetah print accessories surrounding you, your nails and toes always freshly done, either in a sparkly baby pink or a basic french tip: you made sure you were put together. After all, all you did was dress up like a doll and men paid to witness it.

It was one of the few things Terry noticed about you. He never intended to come across you as he believed that watching porn or anything remotely related, wasn’t of any benefit to him, knowing that if he had any sexual needs, there were always a list of women who would be at his beck and call.

But before he knew it, Terry became one of your top contributors, starting off by sending you five thousand dollars in the first stream he joined and progressively adding another ten thousand for every stream after, just to hear you thank him as you pressed your toys into your glistening pink hole.

Terry loved the idea of spoiling a pretty girl like you, hearing your giggles as you repeatedly thanked him for sending you so many gifts or when you joked that you needed to see him in person to thank him properly: he knew that he needed you. When you had announced you were going to do private calls for your top contributors, Terry made sure he was number one on that list.

You were nervous. It was obvious that the person named ‘@/treatsfromterry’ was clearly obessessed with you and although you liked the idea of someone being so desperate for your attention that they would spend what felt like their lifesavings on you, you were also terrified that he would be some old creep.

You were so wrong. When a muscular caramel toned man, wearing thin rimmed glasses and a short sleeve black wife-beater popped onto your zoom call screen, you couldn’t believe your eyes. He was beautiful. You felt your mouth drop open slightly at the sight as his deep chuckle filled your ears. “You okay there, beautiful?” He questioned, fixing his camera position to ensure you can see him clearly. “Mhm” you trailed off, eyes lowering to his biceps. They were so big and soft: you wanted a bite.

“I need to hear you use your words, princess.” He sighed out, feeling himself harden at the sight of you wearing the lingerie he asked you to wear for this special occasion. “I’m fine, daddy. I just didn’t expect you to look so good.” You giggle, remembering that he asked you to only call him daddy. The name definitely fit the view you were seeing. “Thank you, baby. I appreciate you wearing that for me.” He smiled, motioning towards your lingerie.

You smiled. “I mean you spoil me so much, it’s the least I could do. Do I look pretty?” You moved closer to your laptop camera, purposely angling it to face your breasts as you slowly message them, circling your brown areole’s. “So fucking pretty, princess.” He groaned, the ache in his pants getting worse. You smiled, leaning back before thanking him again. “Is there anything specific you want me to do for you, daddy?” You asked.

Initially, Terry thought about asking you to masterbate on the call to watch you moan his name, but he realised that it would be better to see that in person. “No, I just want to ask you one question.” He leaned forward to look directly in your eyes. “Oh? Go ahead, but I’m just letting you know that if I feel uncomfortable, I won’t hesitate to block you.” You said softly, attempting to set your boundaries as clearly as possible.

“I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable, princess. Tell me if I’m going too far, okay?” He assured you while you simply nodded.

“Outside of this-” he started, gesturing towards the camera, insinuating that he was referring to you being a cam girl. “What is your goal? What job do you aspire to have?” He questioned and it caught you off guard. It’s not usual that one of your viewers even care to ask about how your day was, never mind what your aspirations are. “I want to be rich.” You answered, earning a deep chuckle from him. “What?! I’m serious. I don’t aspire to work. I just want to make money and be happy.” You said truthfully. He found your answer fascinating because it wasn’t one he was used to hearing.

“What if I can be the one to make you rich and happy?” He asked, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip, patiently waiting for your response. “Wh-what do you mean?” You questioned, feeling your body warming up from the tension. Although, he was miles away from you, he made his presence very known. “I’m an investor. I like to invest into businesses I know will be profitable and successful for me-” He started, before you cut him off, “you invest into people too?” You asked. “Not people. . . Just you.” He adjusted his glasses.

“I want you to be my sugar baby.” The comment had you puzzled. It wasn’t like people had never asked you to be their sugar baby, but it wasn’t normal for someone of his calibre to openly ask. “That means I get to spoil you and all I ask for in return is your time and attention.” He continued. You were still silent, debating on whether it would be a good idea as you only started your cam girl services to fund for your college tuition fees, not because you wanted to have close ties to the lifestyle long term. “You can continue your streaming services if you think that’s something I wouldn’t want you doing anymore. I just want you. I want to feel you and be close to you. That’s all I ask for, sweetheart.” He said as you thought deeply about the advantages of being a sugar baby.

“How do I know you’re really rich? You could just be lying to me to get me to meet you.” You pestered. He laughed before pulling out his phone, tapping a few buttons and showing you the amount of money he had in his bank account. You audibly gasped which caused him to laugh harder at the thought of you questioning his wealth. “Does that answer your question?” He asked. “I’ll do it. I’ll be your sugar baby.” You replied almost immediately. “Good girl.” He smiled once more. And with that, your relationship with Terry began.

Who would’ve thought that a year later, you would be walking around Chanel with a 6 ft 3 man, spending his money on whatever you touched. I mean, you had been in the store for less than hour and he already spent over twenty thousand dollars. Terry sat in the corner of the store, tapping away at his phone to handle some business dealings while keeping a close eye on you, knowing you get lost when you’re not in the right mind. “Daddy, come look at this.” You asked softly as he held one finger at you to tell you to wait a moment. “Just give me a minute, sweetheart.” He replied.

You hated when he wasn’t paying attention to you, especially because you knew that whatever he was looking at wasn’t more important than you. “Why do I even bother.” You pouted, grabbing your bags and attempting to leave the store without a second thought. Terry immediately followed after you and paused your movements, noticing your demeanour shift. “I’m here, princess. I’m sorry, you know how work is right now.” He grabbed your chin for you to look up at him. “You said you wanted my time and attention, whole time, you’re too busy on your stupid fucking phone!” You barked back, attempting to walk away before feeling your arm get yanked back.

“Who the fuck you talking to like that? I’ll fuck you up in front of everybody.” He started. “Tread lightly. This bratty attitude ain’t cutting it for me.” He warned. Yes, Terry was a sweet man who was never aggressive with you unless you asked him to be, he still would never tolerate disrespect and recently you’ve been having more bratty outbursts than usual. At first, he thought you were simply hormonal, but as it became consistently worse, he became more agitated that you thought your behaviour was acceptable. “Whatever.” You storm back into the store, ignoring glares from the workers and continue your shopping.

It wasn’t long before you were laying across Terry’s lap on your stomach with your camera angled just so your viewers can see his chest, but not his face as he spanked you in the room he dedicated in his house as your filming room, covered in Sanrio themed accessories after you told him you loved them. “You can take it, princess.” He spanked your plush ass again, watching it slowly bruise up as the live gained more traction with people sending more gifts and reactions. “M’ sor-so sorry, daddy! Please!” You pleaded, feeling yourself start to lose your vision as you stained your cheeks with wet hot tears.

“But you look so pretty like this, mama. Don’t y’all agree?” He questioned, almost taunting the viewers as he landed another harsh slap. Your live stream was gaining more views by the minute, but all you could think about was how much you needed his touch. “Pl-pleasee, daddy. Touch me- I want it so bad.” You cried out. “I nee-ed you.” You breathed out. “That’s all you had to say, princess.” He lifted you to straddle him, facing you towards the camera as he spread your legs open for them to see. “Look at how wet you are.” He slapped your clit harshly, causing you to yelp and jump forward from the impact.

You covered your mouth with your hand as he continued to slap your clit four more times, chuckling after each slap. “Dadd-ah pleasee!” You squealed, knowing your body was giving up on you. Terry used his left hand to grab you by your throat, applying a little bit of pressure to assert dominance. “You know I don’t like brats. Why do you keep playing with me?” He whispered in your ear, rubbing your clit in a circular motion, slowly. “M’ sor-” you were cut off by him applying more pressure to your throat. “You’re sorry? Were you sorry when you embarrassed me today?” He questioned, his grip on your throat getting tighter as he fastened the pace of rubbing your clit.

You couldn’t even respond due to the pressure he had on your throat. Terry moved his left hand up into your mouth as you attempted to catch a breath. He stuck his two fingers in your mouth, watching you suck them softly. He almost forgot you were on your live stream until he heard a ping from your computer which indicated you had reached over fifty thousand viewers: a new milestone. “People like seeing me use you, princess. Should we do this more often?” He asked, pushing his fingers further down your throat while you simply nodded.

He pulled his fingers out your mouth, watching closely as a string of your saliva creeped out. You coughed at the feeling of your airways being free. “You’re my filthy little slut. Aren’t you, angel?” He teased, using both of his hands to rub your clit aggressively. You gripped onto his biceps, your face contorting from the mixed pleasure that you were receiving. Your pussy ached from the heat and you felt yourself losing consciousness. “Aww, you gonna pass out on daddy? But I’m only just getting started, baby.” He cooed. “You can take it.” He bit your shoulder.

The lewd sounds of your pussy squelching, your inconsistent moans and your sweat dripping from all parts of your body made viewers wish they were Terry right now. It was fucking disgusting. You practically losing yourself and he hadn’t even fucked you yet? You were pathetic. He slowed down his pace when he saw you squirting and your juices nearly hitting your laptop camera: truly cinematic.

He groaned at the feeling of his cock aching just from the sight. Terry knew when you started squirting like this, you weren’t far from cumming. “You close, bunny?” He teased as your legs trembled in response. “M’ c-close, pa!” You squirmed, closing your eyes shut while he rubbed you gently, still ensuring his touch was firm. You felt yourself slipping away into your own headspace as you knew you would cum any moment now. That was until, he moved his hands away from you, earning a loud whine.

“You think I’d let you cum after how you acted today? Nah, get on all fours.” He pushed you off him, causing you to fall to the ground. Your legs were still wobbly, but you knew better than to argue with him. After all, it was your mouth that got you in this position in the first place. You sat up on the bed, getting into his preferred position. “Stretch that ass out.” He ordered, watching you spread your ass hole open, ready for him to stuff your ass, whole.

You knew you were in for a long night.

[nachtai-ish]

ouch.

terry richmond x black!female reader

plot: use your words

triggers: non-sexual pain, reader is unable to verbalize at times, reproductive pains, mentions of menstruation, use of the n-word, characters have my flippant sense of humor.

a/n: not a slightly smutty drabble in the middle of a work day. this is not edited. it comes from personal experience. i just had a thought of trying to put down in words what i go through personally.

your back arches, curving around his warm splayed hand. he’s giving you what you asked for. No mercy. You can hear his balls slapping, you can hear your bed creaking.

1 thrust.

2 thrust.

3 thrust.

4…and oh god.

“Ah.” You start, your hands on his shoulders clenching but also pushing. You can feel it. It’s big, it’s strong and it’s coming fast. You push a little more but he just chuckles, still panting in your ear, still thrusting.

“oh nah, you asked for this.” He says, slightly twangier because barriers had been lifted once he was 8 inches deep. “take this shit. Take it baby. Fuuck.” He buries his head in your neck, somehow going faster, deeper.

You were squeezing him now, both your hands and your pussy. Clenching on him so tight because whatever was coming next was going to throw you. He was too deep or it just felt too good. It was just hitting too good.

It was trouble.

“Terry please…” You didn’t know how to verbalize it. How to tell him that you needed him to stop, and if he kept hitting you in that particular place, at that particular pace that you might- “FUCK!”

And you could feel his arrogant smirk as you fluttered around him, your pussy signaling that he was hitting all the right spots. “Oh I know….” He said as you begged. You didn’t know whether or not you were begging for him to stop or to ram you through the wall.

 “You better come all over this dick.” He licked up the side of your neck. “Fuck that’s right squeeze me baby. You love it.”

You couldn’t control it even if you wanted to. You were so sensitive that even if he pulled out, you would probably cum. “Terry…fuck I’m about to cum!!” You wailed out.

And cum you did.

It was magical…at first.

Strong, so strong it’s like it rushed up to your head and back down to your toes. Your body arched up to his, and he held you through it. You couldn’t breathe so your moan got stuck somewhere in the air. He was mumbling the nastiest things to you as he shot his seed inside of you, your clenching getting him off.

….and when it wasn’t magical, it fucking hurt.

You pushed him off of you with whatever strength you had left. Hunching over like someone had kicked you, you had three point five seconds to calm your abdomen down before it went into a full spasm.

“Fuck. No No.” You groaned as the aftershocks of the orgasm twitched through your abdomen.

“What the fuck.” Terry said standing up from the bed in all his naked, semi erect glory. “Shit baby, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” He touched your shoulder but you shook him off, trying to focus on not getting a fucking cramp.

How do explain to the man you’re fucking that…oh yeah sometimes when I have a fucking orgasm, I also have debilitating cramps.

You breathed through the last tingles, and when your stomach stopped jerking as if it wanted to cramp you were able to speak again. As blank face as you could mustered, you adjusted yourself so you were laying on a pillow. “I’m okay. Sorry about that. I’m good.”

And Terry? Who was looking at you like you had six heads and five nipples? Oh, He wasn’t having that.

“You’re good? Girl, what the fuck was that? You pushed me off you like I had…” He stopped, standing up quickly. He looked back at you, eyes wide with fear. “Did I miss a signal? Shit. Were you trying to push me off for real? Shit baby, did I –“ Now holding your cheeks examining you for harm.

You shook your head, almost laughing, “No, no Ter. Its nothing like that. You didn’t hurt me. Not on purpose. It wasn’t your fault at all. My stupid body-” You sighed, sitting against your headboard. “I just…sometimes like when I’m ovulating or close to my cycle, I get cramps after I have a really strong orgasm. It just happens sometimes. I usually take ibuprofen before I know we’re going to have sex but…”

Terry rolled his neck nodding with a rolling smile like he was a little ashamed of how he had tossed you over his shoulder once you opened the door when he told you he was outside, “Yeah, sorry about that. I mean…it your fault kind of. Nobody told you to answer the door like that.”

“Nigga it’s a night shirt. It’s got kissy faces on it.”

“It turns me on.”

He slid back into your bed, easing you into his arms. His hand hovered over your stomach just for a moment, before sliding against it. He rubbed in soft, gentle circles. “How you feeling now?”

“I’m okay. Weird thing about them, it’s like –“ You made a gesture like a roller coaster. “Like I orgasm, the orgasm is fucking great and then it’s like I’m not orgasming anymore. I’m spasming, and I can only control the spasm so much before it becomes a full-blown cramp. But if I can control them, it subsides and I’m fine. Like nothing happened. I’m fine…stop looking at me like that.”

“Has this happened with me before and you didn’t tell me?”

Silence.

“I’m going to throw you off this bed-"

“So first you give me a cramp inducing orgasm, and now you are going to throw me off the bed. Sounds abusive to me.” You smirked, and laughed as he shoved you a little.

“Stop. For real, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Cause the orgasm was good?” You sighed when you felt his look. “…it’s embarrassing. I shouldn’t have to warn someone that hey I might get a cramp if you give me a strong enough orgasm btw.”

“It’s not embarrassing. If you would have told me, I could have slowed down. Let you ease into that shit or something. Let you take a break. Hell stopped if we had to. You shouldn’t have to suffer just because I like making you cum.”

“But I wanna cum.”

He kissed you. “And I want to make you cum but I don’t want you to have a cramp. So, let’s figure out what works… if you’re up for it.”

You rolled your eyes. Of course, you were up for it. You positioned yourself on your knees and elbows, your back slightly arched. You looked back at him grinning.

“Didn’t you just… See…” He could barely keep the grin off his face. “We’re going to need a ‘you’re going to give me a cramp’ safe word if you’re going to do shit like this.”

He was palming your ass before you could open your mouth, hand drifting to adjust your arch just how he liked it.

You smirked.

“…let’s go with Pedialyte.”

[yourstrulyrani]

in the UK the snooker is on rn and all i can think about is snooker player!simon losing a game and fucking reader silly.

is there any chance u could write this?

snookerplayer!simon riley x wag!reader cw: MDNI. pinv, mentions of breeding, (sough rex?) a/n: heyy yes 100%. i'm american so i had to do my research about this sport before writing because this is the first time i've ever heard of the sport. i guess over here our equivalent for snooker is pool. anyway here you goo ♡.

You watched his games on TV every time they were on, it was the least you could do for him.

Your eyes were glued to the screen in front of you, watching Simon's body walk around the table for the perfect angle. He's potted every single ball in their correct sequences so far, he can do it. You know he can win.

Until he didn't. His opponent managed to win first and Simon was screwed.

And so were you when he walked inside the house. You glided your eyes to Simon and saw the way his biceps tensed up as soon as he walked in. He adjusted the tie on his neck at the door and muttered an annoyed, "Bloody stupid thing" before he yanked it off. You could feel the difference in the air the way your hands started to sweat and it became hard to swallow. He peeled off his waistcoat and all you could manage to do was peer from the couch at his mannerisms. His hair looked more disheveled compared to when he left the house hours ago and you could tell it was from running his hands repeatedly through it anxiously.

He finally takes a glance at you and strides on over. You could see the anger in his eyes from losing but also the hunger. He knows you watched his game, so there was no need to announce the verdict.

Before you could utter anything, he places his head under your armpit and his arms around your waist to shovel you up over his shoulder. He didn't waste the advantage of how you were picked up to slap a rough hand on your butt with a cheeky chuckle following the sound of the smack. "Missed you bad, lovie." He said breathlessly. "Lost that stupid game and now all I want is you."

It didn't take long for him to hike up the stairs and enter the bedroom. Simon continued his rough treatment, moving his hands to your waist to throw you on the bed. You gasped as your back and elbows bounced onto the mattress.

You spread your legs subconsciously, Simon noticed the gesture, "That eager for me?" He frowns mockingly, "Poor baby."

He uses the space between your legs to settle in between, kneeling on the bed. He yanked you closer by your ankles and started to strip your blouse off. The pink lace bra beneath it made Simon's breath hitch. "Beautiful girl." He takes the lace that settled over your bust between his pointer finger and thumb, knowing that he's teasing you.

"Simon, please." You whispered.

"Hm?" He climbs his eyes up from your breasts to your eyes. "Please what?"

You both knew he was teasing you on purpose. He was right in between your legs but not in the way you wanted. You whispered a response, "I want you."

"Want me where, pretty girl?" He knew the answer to his own question, but he wanted to hear it out of your mouth so bad.

"Inside of me. Please."

Your second plea makes Simon lose all control. In a moment, his shirt, trousers, and your leggings were off. Once he peeled off the last piece of your clothes, all you were clad in, Simon realized, was a pink lace matching set.

"You drive me crazy, love." He lowers his head to settle in between your already wet folds. "Did you do this on purpose?" He hooks a finger under the lacy material of your panties.

You shook your head in negation. "I like it when my bra and underwear match." You've been whispering for the time being, your vocal chords inept right now to talk in a regular tone. "It just makes me feel more put together."

He looked up at you, "You put yourself together today." He uses his forearm to spring up to you, whispering his next words inside of your ear, "Now that's why I'm here to break you tonight, sweetheart."

You thought you were already wet enough, but you thought wrong as soon as he said that.

He pulled your panties to the side and slid his boxers off, his cock springing up at the action. You could only manage to stare at his length, watching him position it right between your legs. He rammed himself inside, his hips slamming into yours. You gripped the sheets to find some comfort at the impact. "Oh, baby." He groaned in frustrated lust. One hand kept gripping your panties to the side, while the other crept up to cup one of your breasts, his thumbs crossing side to side over your nipple.

Simon continued thrusting rough and fast and your moans escaped every single time he would do so. You became a mumbling mess under him, so much to the point you could barely comprehend his words.

"Tease, you are. Bloody." Thrust. "Beautiful." Thrust. "Tease." Thrust.

Simon moaned at the pleasure. That snooker game doesn't matter anymore to him, not anymore because he's inside of you. You can hear his words through his gritted teeth. "Gripping me so well. I'll knock you up, sweet girl." You babbled something incoherently. "Do you want that?" His hand lets go of your breast, glides over the curve of your torso, and settles itself to rub your clit. "Do you want me to cum inside?"

You nodded and once again babbled. Your body kept moving up and down on the bed because of how hard he kept thrusting. Your breasts never stayed in place because this whole time, Simon has been rough. Not one moment did he spare to give it to you slow and soft. Your hand moved to grip the wrist of his hand that was circling around your clit. His other hand moved to smack yours off. Not hard, but authoritative enough to make you move your hand and accept the pleasure he's giving you.

Simon sighed at the view of you. Your hair was all over the bed, your eyes glistened with need, and your body glistened with your sweat. His gorgeous woman was crumbling right in front of him and it boosted his ego knowing it was all thanks to him.

You finally manage to let out a few words, "I'm gonna—," You swallow, "Si'." You shut your eyes at the thrusts and pleasure coursing inside of your core. You could hear the wet plaps and the tension building, all you needed to do was...

"Let go." Simon ordered. "Give it to me, sweetheart."

And so you did. You finally let go and gave into the pleasure that Simon was giving to you, reaching your high of pleasure. Your back arched at the final thrust. Simon came at the sight before him, keeping his cock stuffed inside of you and collapsing on top of you. The both of you laid there, panting and content at the end of it all. Simon plants a soft kiss on your neck, and glides a hand up and down the side of your torso to comfort you. "I love you, sweet girl."

You giggled at the sudden softness of his voice and gestures compared to the roughness of what he just did to you before. "Only after you probably got me pregnant?"

He chortles at your reply and lets his other hand rake through your hair to fix up the messy bits of it, "If I did then I can't wait to see you in nine months."

(i'm sorry i'm not good at writing smut please let me know if this is bad so i don't write it again LOL thanks yall)

~ yours truly, rani ♥︎

[multific]

In the High of the Feeling

Mattheo Riddle x Cat Animagus!Reader

Warning: smut, tiny blood play, a hint of breeding kink

Summary: Much like for many animals, heat season was right around the corner for you as well.

A/N: This one has a little Omegaverse feel to it. I did try and make it different but there are similarities. Both parties are +18! 

A/N: This can be read as part 2 of this piece.

Being an animagus had its ups and downs.

Your loving and helpful boyfriend, Mattheo was definitely a bonus.

He would help with any difficulties or tried his best to help. No one in the school knew, none of the students beside him at least.

It hadn't been that long since the two of you got together and he realized your secret.

This will be the first spring the two of you will spend together and you were... for a lack of a better word, nervous.

Extremely nervous.

You knew what spring brought.

It brought a new start. Flowers bloom and animals... yeah.

It was rare for an animagus to be so tied to their animalistic side. But you were.

And with spring, came your heat.

A week where you would have the strongest desire to have offsprings.

Ever since you hit puberty, the feeling was there, but lately, as you got older, the feeling got stronger.

And now, that you had a boyfriend, you knew your body and mind will go crazy, you needed to stay away from Mattheo and you needed a way to explain this to him to the best of your ability.

But how do you explain to a horny guy that he needs to stay away from you because for once it will be you who wants to have sex all the time? With the purpose of getting pregnant.

You couldn't let that happen, you were too young.

You understood it was only nature, but still... no.

"Babe? BABE!" the yell made you snap back into reality as you looked at your boyfriend sitting across you by the table. "You have been distracted lately. Do you have another man or something?"

"Nothing like that... it's-"

"Is it a cat-thing?" he asked as he popped a slice of apple into his mouth.

"Actually, yes." you looked around, making sure no one was there to hear you. "Spring is coming." you said with a low voice and he made a face then a sudden realization. You hoped he would understand.

"You are right! More Quidditch!" you wanted to slap him.

You pinched the bridge of your nose as you let out a long sigh.

"No." you said not opening your eyes to look at him.

"No? Then what Princess? You have to go home for the break or something?"

"My heat is coming." you said, straight up, since you knew dancing around the subject won't help.

"What's that?" you finally opened your eyes and looked at him.

You shouldn't have expected for him to understand.

"Spring brings new life. Flowers bloom and animals..." his eyes grew big with realization. "Professor McGonaghall said she would give me a potion to keep my... needs at bay but apparently the very flower that you would need blooms after my heat would be over so..."

"I'm too young to be a father." was what he ended up saying.

"So am I. It's nature, unfortunately, I can't do anything with it. I will have the week off, I already spoke with the teachers. I have so many things to do. I just wanted to tell you to please just... for that week stay away from me. I wouldn't be able to control myself and... I wouldn't want to force you."

"First of all, you would never force me. I do understand your point now, but I'm also very curious. Tell me more about it. What happens? Does it hurt? What do you do? Do you touch yourself?" you could see in his eyes he was genuinely interested.

"It hurts, unfortunately, yes. But it's a very different pain from like a wound. I would say it's like a heartbreak and a broken leg at the same time. I always have a little area that I put together so I can stay there. I put soft things... pillows, blankets and- Oh that reminds me, can I borrow a shirt from you? Your scent might help me." he only nodded as he listened, he was more interested than ever. "So, yeah I just... I do touch myself, yes. It helps with the pain. I'm just worried about what might happen this time."

"Why?" he reached out on the table and held your hand in his. "What would happen this time?"

"Well, now I have you. I have a partner and my body knows that. So I'm nervous about what would happen this time."

"I see. I will give you the shirts. Many of them. When does this... heat start?"

"You can't really pinpoint it out, it's like a period but it should be this weekend/next week that it starts." you smiled at him, happy he didn't find it disgusting or anything.

"I will bring you my clothes tomorrow then."

"Thank you." but he didn't know, you thanked him for another reason.

The next morning you woke up with a strange feeling. Your foggy mind didn't even realize what was happening. You found yourself thinking more and more about your boyfriend, more specifically, him naked.

You were thankful that last night you at least build your comfort place on your bed.

Your entire body felt hot and your mind could only think of one thing.

The dirtiest images flashed in your mind.

You only ever slept with Mattheo a couple times, but now it was all you could think about.

How soft his skin was, how you could run your fingers over his scars, letting him know that it was okay.

How he smelled and felt like.

How amazing he made you feel as he just kept rolling his hips with a steady rhythm. 

The images flooded your mind as your imagination ran wild.

You wanted him to ravish you. 

To completely fill you up and have your own litter. 

You were going insane. You let out a soft moan when there was a knock on your door.

"Princess? I brought the shirts I promised." his voice, his nice voice, his intoxicating voice.

You felt your ears and tail pop out, you felt your eyes change.

You were gone. Your most basic instincts took over as you walked to that door and opened it.

He was saying something, you saw his gorgeous lips move. But you were far too gone to hear it.

When he looked at you, confused, you pulled him in and locked the door behind him, you pulled on his hair, kissing him with all you had.

Your cat-like teeth managed to scare his lips as you now tasted a little blood along with the tobacco he always smoked.

Your hands found his tie as you began to take off his clothes one by one.

"Hey, hey, slow down." he said as he pulled back as he laughed a little.

"You have too many layers." you said, not even looking at him as you began to undo his belt. That is when he jumped back, keeping you at arm's length.

"Why are your ears out?" you put your hand on his forearm as his hand was on your shoulder.

"I need you." you said with the most intoxicating voice Mattheo had ever heard. He did hear you say those words before. He did make you say and moan many things but this. this was different.

Your voice was filled with lust.

"Oh shit, this is it right? Your heat. Fuck." Mattheo looked around, he knew, he needed to go. NOW. "I-I have to... go." he said but by the time he finished you were completely nude in front of him. His eyes were glued to your body.

Men are such easy creatures.

"Matty, I need you." you said again as he looked into your eyes. 

"Okay... Okay. I-I have condoms."

"Noooo." you walked over to him, you put your hands around his neck as your mouths were only inches apart. "I need you to fill me up. I want to feel it ooze out."

He grabbed your waist with both hands.

It was all too much for him, he felt himself getting harder by the second.

"I'm so wet Matty, please." he had to gulp, he looked away from you and noticed the arranged pillows on your bed. While he was thinking you took the opportunity to make your final move.

He watched as you walked away from him and towards your bed. With your back to him, you knelt down on the bed and moved to lay down with your ass up in the air. You reached under your body and with two fingers you spread your lips, showing him your wet cunt. Then you moved one finger in and dragged it down, letting out a moan as you touched your clit.

"Please, Mattheo." is all you needed to say as you looked at him with your head on the bed.

He lost.

Thankfully he still had the mind to put on the protection.

"Nooo. No condom." you said but he didn't hear you, his focus was on your pussy. 

He jerked himself twice before grabbing your hips and slowly pulling you back, filling you up.

Just what you have been craving for.

You both let out a long moan as he filled you fully. You were finally a little satisfied, feeling his balls slapping onto your skin as his huge cock filled you up to your stomach.

He started off slow, keeping his focus as he felt your tail wrap around his leg then move up his back.

He needed to have control.

You were in a very vulnerable state. He had to remind himself.

But it seemed almost useless because every time you looked into his eyes, his common sense failed him.

Especially when he felt you beginning to move back onto him with rough movements.

"Fuck." he said as he watched you fuck yourself on his cock. "Shit, Babe." but you were a moaning mess. 

If he was far too gone, you were beyond.

"Wait." he said as he almost came, in his nearing high, he grabbed the base of your tail which made you yelp in surprise. "Sorry." he said, knowing how sensitive it was, he ran his hand up your spine. feeling the curve in which you were laying.

He loved it.

He loved you.

You patiently waited for him to began moving again, and when he did, oh how magnificent it was.

His movements were fast, you were sure his fingers will leave their marks but you didn't care.

All you wanted is to feel him fill you up.

Then he grabbed your hair and pulled back on it a little. The room was filled with the noises of skin slapping against skin and moaning.

His name was all you could say as he groaned and moaned. 

Once again you moved your tail around him as he moved you, laying you down onto your stomach, as he put a pillow under it, raising the place he wanted to reach the most. Your fingers entangled with the sheets as he moved back inside you. His two hands by your side as he continued to ruin your pussy.

"So good." he said. "So fucking good. Look at me." and you obliged, looking at him with your cat-like eyes as he was nearing his end. 

"Matty, I'm close." you said as you started to feel the familiar knot in your belly.

Upon hearing that Mattheo knew he needed to set a pace he can keep so you can cum.

He focused on you and you alone, he moved and kissed your shoulder as he felt you tighten.

"Come for me, Kitten." he whispered into your ear as you came with a loud cry. Or, you would have but he put his hand onto your mouth, he felt your sharp teeth gaze along his fingers but he couldn't care.

You felt so tight, warm and wet.

And feeling you cum around him did the trick.

He came with a small shake and a moan as he emptied himself into the condom. However, his instincts did the trick. After, he made long movements as if he was filling you with his cum. Slow and deliberate movements with his softening cock. 

It felt like heaven.

You finally came to your senses a lot more but when you felt him placing kisses along your spine, you knew he wanted this as much as you did.

You seduced him, but you didn't feel guilty about it. 

It seemed that only for a moment he left you but soon he was laying by your side as he put a blanket over the two of you.

"I could get used to this." he said as you cuddled into his side. "You are so sexy."

"It comes with the heat too, I put off a scent which is attractive for men."

"Nah. It was more than that. You were sexy before. We should have done this earlier, I didn't know you could take it so rough."

"I love you." you said as you closed your eyes, ready for a nap before you need your next round.

"I love you too, Princess. I think I could get used to this. Every year, a week where you cannot keep your hands off of me."

"Two." you said with a very drowsy voice.

"Huh?"

"I have heats twice a year. So, two weeks."

Mattheo looked at the ceiling. 

He knew he will need a lot more condoms, he suspected you will wake up within an hour or so and he needed to be ready.

But he can definitely get used to this.

Twice a year.

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[devochive]

Melatonin

Jax/Reader Fic. [Fem aligned reader.]

Heavy explicit content. | 1k words.

[Also found on my Ao3]

minors dni.

Jax sighs, his iconic smile briefly dropping as he stared at your tense figure, "C'mon toots, relax. You'll never get any sleep like this y'know." A gloved finger lifted your chin to face him, "Trust meee. You'll be finee." He cooed in a somewhat teasing voice, before dropping his hand and pushing your shoulders gently, allowing gravity to take over and your body to hit the plush bed beneath you. He crawled atop your smaller form, and sometimes you forget just how tall he is. You swear you see a devious glint in this eye for a moment.. You hesitated.

"I-It's not that, Jax we barely know each other and-" Words fumbled from your lips, until he shushed you, his finger touching your lips. "Ah- ah," He tuts. "Just.. see this as an exchange between two friends, yeah? A little.. help gettin' ya to sleep. That's all." He spoke while his opposing hand shoved the strap of his overalls down from his body, and they fell seamlessly. "Alright?" His words were so smooth and voice like honey, you nodded and briefly looked up at the ceiling, trying to calm your mind until- *Plop*, something heavy fell onto your stomach and you felt heat creeping up to your cheeks, a small squeak escaping your lips. You swallowed hard, "Ya gonna stare at the ceiling all night?"

His voice broke you out of your previous stupor , his hips moved grinding his already semi-hard shaft against your stomach. His smile returned, wide and mocking as he watched you glance down at his dick. "Impressed? Maybe the devs are a bunch of perverts who knows-" His hand grabbed your left breast and began kneading, his body hunching over yours. Mouth closing in on your ear, "Ah , well- let's put on a show for 'em."

your stomach was doing flips.

Before you could speak Jax flipped you over, "Oof! Jax, wa--" You protested, but only for a moment as one of his hands shoved your head into the pillow, the other looping beneath your waist and dragging you upwards, forcing your body to arch against him, "Thaaats more like it. All this talkin' is making me impatient, just let me do my thing and I promise you''ll be in dream land in no time." You could feel his eyes boring into your back, his eyes narrowing as he pushed aside the silly garb covering your wet snatch, "Heh. And here I was thinkin' you were being shy or something, good thing your bodys bein' more honestly with me dollface."

Hell. His words were only making this worse, embarrassment seeped into your core, "J-Just quit talking and do it alrea- Nngh!!" His thick shaft forced its way past your gummy walls until he was buried to the hilt, his hands gripping your hips as he sighed in relief, holding you in place as he bottomed out. "Hha... mmn, were you sayin something toots? Nnh, yeah.. keep clenching on me just like that," You whined and nuzzled the pillow, you could feel your insides spasming around him. You were sure this place made you feel far more sensitive than you felt did in the outside world. "J..Jax I feel.. nnh.."

"Uh, huh I know, I know-- you'll get use to it. In fact I think you'll love it," His hips began to move, he pulled out until just his tip was teasing at your entrance. Then he slammed back in with even more force than before, you cried out his name and his hand forced your head back into the pillow. "Aah. not too loud, you don't want your new friends to hear you gettin f&%cked into the mattress on your first night do ya?" He picked up a rhythm now, hips slapping agianst yours, every so often he'd grip the plush of your hips and pull you closer. "N-No.. I.." Your words were muffled, "Can't hear ya sweetness," His fingers lost themselves in your hair and yanked your head back, "Repeat that for me will ya?" He asked, hips still rocking you both, "I-I don't want them to hea- Aaah!!" He purposely thrusted sharply against your sweet-spot, causing you to see stars.

"Mmnh, right there huh?" He chuckled against your ear and released your hair, causing you to fall back against the pillow. "Guess, I'll focus there," He muttered and picked up the pace, focusing on the spot that caused you to moan so sweetly before. The tip of dick battering into your g-spot as you squirmed and whined beneath him. Biting the pillow to hide your embarrassing moans, "J-Just like that, keep takin' it.." He huffed and panted above you, a gloved hand swatting your ass for the heck of it. "Eep!" He noticed how you clenched down on him whenever he slapped your ass. He couldn't help but laugh, "Cl-Close.. Jax.. I'm..!" He smirked, "Already? Fine." He almost sounded just as annoyed as he sounded amused.. Except, he pulled out. "Wha.." You lifted your head from the pillows, in a daze. "Why'd you.."

"Relax, would ya?" He rolled his eyes and flipped back onto your back, grabbing your legs and folding you like pretzel as he slammed back into your needy core. Hitting your cunt even deeper this time, fucking your smaller shape into the mattress, he grunted into your ear and you moaned into his in tandem, "Please.. please..!" You didn't know what you were begging for , but Jax still answered your cries, a hand reaching down to rub quick circles onto your clit. "C'monn.. that's right, let go.." He almost growled into your ear as hips were moving like a blur now. You couldn't take it and cried out his name in pleasure, back arching against him and cunt spasming around his dick. His own hips stuttered due to the vice grip around him, "Ahh.." He sighed, releasing inside of you and allowing his weight to hold you down until he finished spilling into you. "Heh." He pulled out and took a step back from the bed to admire his work. Your body was sprawled out on the bed, chest heaving as your eyes remained half lidded. "Sleepy.." You muttered.

"'Course you are." He fixed himself up and pulled up his overalls. If you were able to look him over, you would have noticed he didn't seem to break a sweat. "Sweet dreams, toots." A familiar key swung around his finger as he strutted out the door, locking it behind him so no one would walk in and find you asleep half naked.

[potatomountain]

Puppy Play Time

2024 Kinktober piece! Masterlist

The request by @bethelighthalazia Soo, I'd have a request for your kinktober if you're comfortable with such 🥺👉👈 I'd like to request petplay with collars and leash and stuff :3 for fem reader with Yunho and Mingi. It's up to you, if her being their pet is everyday roleplay between them (meaning reader behaving like their pet 24/7) or if it's just for their sex/bdsm sessions <3 And @mingsolo requested: Mingi catching Yunho in the act with reader and either Yunho knows and invites him in or he just watches

Pairing: Yunho/Mingi x fem reader WC: 1k AU: sugar daddy's Yungi! non-idol Summary: More of a sugar pet than baby, YunGi adore their sweet puppy- especially when they take out their frustrations out on you anytime they wish. Event Kink list: Voyeurism, threesome, pet play, bondage, free use Warnings/smut (cont): DP, anal, mxm, collar/leash, adult toys AN: I know its two requests but i figured I could make them work together (its also easier on me lol) Honorable tags: @mirohs-aurora-society for the Kinktober event list! Banner and dividers made by me

The sounds of moans, grunts, and the bed hitting the wall was what greeted Mingi when he got home. Considering it was upstairs, and he heard it all loud and clear from the front door, he knew Yunho was being rough on you.

Which either meant he would get punished for interrupting, or you were being punished and he could join in. On the chance it was the latter he found himself heading upstairs and loosening his clothes.

“Such a good pet you are, taking my cock so well.” Yunho’s grunts were followed by the slap of skin and a mangled cry of yours. “That's it, take it puppy.”

Mingi's breath hitched at the sight of you, tears running down your cheeks and drool on your chin. Yunho had your arms pulled back, holding them by the wrists as he pounded relentlessly into you. The collar around your throat was being tugged harshly by the leash wrapped around one of Yunho's hands, the veins prominent from the strain. You were completely immobilized by him, taking his cock like the good puppy you were.

Their puppy.

He found himself palming at his crotch, eager to go in there and use your pretty mouth; see you choking on his size. But Yunho was in a mood, and Mingi knew better than to join without permission. If he was frustrated enough, which judging by the growing bruises on your hips and ass he was, then he'd let him join. Mingi was sure of it.

Must have had a hard day at work. Mingi mused to himself as he pulled out his hard cock, gripping the base with the strength he imagined your pussy would be gripping Yunho. As if willing it, Yunho's head rolled back as he let out a low groan. You had gone quiet, mouth hanging open and eyes rolled back telling Mingi you really did just cum on his cock.

Yunho pulled out before he would cum, cock angry and red; the sight made Mingi's mouth water.

Slapping your ass, Yunho roughly let you go as your body shook from your orgasm. “Bad puppy, I didn't say you could cum. Now you don't get your milk.”

You whined pathetically, which had Mingi stroking his cock now. He hoped to be noticed, or maybe he could settle with just his hand until Yunho calmed down. No- no he wanted to join.

Your eyes flickered over to his direction at the moan he purposely let fall. Yunho was deliberately slow in turning, a wicked grin on his face. “Husband, are you watching us? Naughty. She's your pet too.” He harshly slapped your thigh, but you didn't care at all, whining up at him in response.

Mingi slowly stepped in, meeting your fucked out gaze and taking in the sight of you. Aside from the tear streaks and drool on your chin, the ears on your head were messed up and the tail protruding from your ass was wet and sticking to your soaked inner thighs. Having you as their pet, as theirs to use at any time, making a mess of you was one of their favorite things to do.

Yunho pulled him close once he was in range, still in his work slacks and his shirt unbuttoned but still on. Hell, even his tie hung loosely from him. “Yun- you should undress properly before fucking our Puppy.” Mingi started to undress him, not at all bothered by the hard stare the other fixed him with.

“Speak for yourself.” Yunho's lips crashed to his, tugging at his clothes as he pushed his tongue in to mingle with his.

You could only watch as the two devoured each other, equals while you were their pretty pet.

Soon enough Mingi was naked and hovering above you, Yunho behind him with his hand stroking his cock and biting along his shoulder. “What do you say? Her pretty ass should be plenty prepped… and if it's not-” He shrugged, twisting Mingi's cock roughly to show he didn't care.

You were getting more turned on by the second. Despite Yunho already fucking you nonstop for what felt like an hour, making you cum, making a mess out of you, you were eager for them both. Mingi was just as eager, answering his husband’s question by roughly pulling the tail out of your ass and tossing it aside. They kept a waterproof blanket on top with one of many extra sheets over it for this reason.

“Do you want her ass?” Mingi groaned out as Yunho rubbed his cock against his ass; he wouldn’t mind that either. “Mmm, yes. Lay down Min.” Yunho pulled away, watching with a hard look as Mingi was quick to do as he was told. You were being manhandled before he was even comfortable, Yunho roughly pulling you onto Mingi’s lap and lining him up at your entrance. 

Both of you cried out as Yunho forced you down fully on his cock, taking in the expressions both of you made. He could watch you two fuck, that was enough for him sometimes, but not today. 

Handing Mingi your leash, the man beneath you began to buck his hips so you were bouncing on his cock, being used like a toy- just how you liked it. You could hear Yunho behind you, the next second feeling a bit more lube, before Mingi yanked you forward and gripped one of your ass cheeks to spread you further for him.

There was no warning before you were stretched out to accommodate Yunho’s large size. No time to adjust before he had your arms pulled back again and both slamming their full lengths into your twin holes ruthlessly. Your mind went numb with the intense mixture of pleasure and pain, drool falling from your open mouth down onto Mingi. With the tight hold he had on the leash, and Yunho’s rough hand holding both of your wrists while pressing down on the small of your back, your muscles were pulled in all sorts of directions that just intensified it all.

But this was just the start of their play time with their favorite puppy, and it wasn’t over until you were too fucked dumb to continue, and even then they might just have you watch them fuck each other.

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𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟

— : [ nsfw ] smut, unprotected sex, praise kink, grinding, riding, creampie pie

— wc : 1,2k

commissioned! ✅

the lights are off. the only thing lighting your way is the dimly lit candles and the moon shining through the sheer curtains of your bedroom. the pretty lace almost matches the red lace dress you’re wearing.

it had been a joke when you saw it. you didn’t even think he remembered you talking about it until you saw the box laying in the middle of the bed with a note attached to it.

a gift, more for me than you - law

now, you can hardly breathe at the sight of him laying sprawled out in nothing but that sinful tight pants. the buttons are undone and the pants are unzipped but it still hides his very interested friend.

the best part? his hands are above his head, tied to the bed frame and it makes a pretty picture. you almost want to tease him but he looks so good and he did this all for you even when you both knew the man loved to take charge.

“hi baby” he smirks, licking his lips as he looks you up and down. he definitely likes his present and you almost snort at the way his breathing changes. he wants you just as much as you want him, if not more.

he could easily break through the restraints. it’s the excitement of it all and it sends a rather pleasant feeling up your spine.

“hi” you grin, slowly making your way over to him. you purposely sway your hips just to tease him and he groans appreciatively.

oh how good it felt to be wanted by trafalgar law.

he never takes his eyes off you even when you climb onto the bed and then finally, when you straddle him. he can feel how soaked you are through your panties and his pants and he can’t help but buck up into you.

you gasp, hands finding purchase on his abs and you pinch his nipple in retaliation. he gasps and bucks his hips again.

“easy” you frown, “you said you’d let me take the lead”

“and i am” he says, “trust me, i want to fuck you already but i’m working on my patience”

“good boy” you laugh and he raises a brow at you.

“watch yourself” he warns but it does nothing to scare you. you’ve always loved the way he could take charge, and you often let him.

you know he’s really trying his best to behave. he’s always had a thing for your ass and the way it jiggles when he slaps it. he wants nothing more than to grab and squeeze but he’s forced it lie there and take what you’re willing to give.


even if you decided this cute little grinding session was all you wanted until he came in his pants like a teenager. he’d take it.

“so big” you whisper, grinding down harder. you can feel the shape against your lips and it’s not nearly enough to satisfy either of you but you enjoyed being able to tease him back every now and then.

“shit” he grunts, clenching his jaw. you look up at his hands to see him also clenched into fists and you bite your lip to stop the laugh. you didn’t want to push him too much.

“do something” he gasps, eyes squeezing shut when you move faster, pressing down firmer. he can feel the way your body quivers and he’s never been above begging when it came to you, “baby please, i need you”

and you can’t help but give in, just a little. you liked him like this too. all needy and desperate, exactly how he makes you feel all the time.

you slip your panties to the side and pull him out his underwear. he moans, head tilting back and you lean down to kiss and suck on his neck as you push the tip in just a little.

you can tell he’s frustrated by the way he’s trying to move his hips but you hold onto him. you squeeze the base as you rub your wet folds onto his cock. he can’t cum like this but it’s fun to piss him off. you can help yourself.

“fuck.. just..” he bites his tongue and pulls on the tie around his wrists. he can break free if he really wanted to but he’s trying.

this was your moment after all.

“aw” you pout, mocking him, “what’s the matter baby?”

“y/n.. fuck” he takes a deep breath, “i’m warning you, stop messing with me”

“oh?” you tilt your head sideways, still rocking your hips. it feels so good to stimulate your clip this way but you’re close to breaking. “i thought you wanted this?”

“y/n!”

before he can say anything else, you slam your hips down. screaming out when you feel just how deep he is like this and you can’t help but squeeze around him.

he nearly cums from that and he’d be embarrassed about it if he wasn’t so focused on how good it felt inside you. always so soft and warm.

“holy fuck” you moan, keeping still just a moment. you were in over your head but you’d never admit that.

and maybe you wanted to shut him up for once but you were a little too eager but god did it feel so good.

“come on baby” he encourages, back to being smug once he’s calmed down. he can tell you’re more effected now than he is and he’s enjoying it, “be good and ride me”

you want to slap the grin off his face but you’re more focused on fucking yourself on him. it feels good to be so full and with him praising you, it only boosts your ego.

“fuck you’re so sexy like this” he bites his lip, “that’s it, use me”

you cry out when he starts moving his hips in time with your bouncing. you want him to hold you so you lean down and kiss him.

“take me” you whisper and he’s all too pleased by that. he breaks free easily, a little too easy but you don’t have time to be mad when he’s slapping your ass and fucking up into you harder and faster.

your eyes squeeze shut and you spasm around him. you’d never get used to the size or being this full but you wanted it to hurt the next day.

you liked feeling it and he liked knowing he was the cause.

“my sweet thing” he whispers right into your ear, “always so perfect and so good for me”

“gonna be good and cum?” he asks, “make a mess for me okay?”

and you do, biting down onto his shoulder and he grunts but welcomes to pain. he liked being marked up by you.

it’s so messy when he cums inside you, spilling out onto his lap and down onto the sheets. you’d have to clean up in the morning but you were too tired to even move.

“good?” he asks and you nod, feeling sleepy.

“it was good for me too” he kisses the side of your head, “let’s get you cleaned up and into bed”

you smile dreamily at him as he moves you to the side and he gets off the bed. he always takes care of you, making sure you’re comfortable before bed even when you’re protesting about being tired.

[physics-of-one-piece]

Part two of my thing. Reader probably gives up at some point and just hops on doffys back. Saying something like its easier than trying to keep up with your walking speed. New problem has occurred now reader is now drowning in the soft fluffy feathers of the coat. But its probably better to deal with that over getting lost,running into his legs or booty all the time. Guarantee reader gets accidentally bounced back into the floor each time theyve ran into him. Just like i guarantee doffy sometimes thinks reader is bumping into him on purpose or he does actually stop suddenly just to tease them 🐦‍⬛

🐦‍⬛anon

You. Have deserved a little drabble. Bcs I love this idea, and YES, TOTALLY, WOULD HAPPEN, GET ON THE MAN'S BACK, HONEY. BEHOLD. A little drabble for you, 🐦‍⬛anon. Thank you for sending such great asks and ideas! 🥹 This is set in the Red Suit Doffy Fic ie North Blue Doffy x Rosinante's Wife!Reader. I hope you like it.

You fell to the floor. This time, the collision with Doflamingo's leg was too sudden, and you'd been walking three times your speed to keep up with him in the city — at one point, you’d started to pant because you started jogging to keep up with him.

Doflamingo looked over his shoulder. He noticed you lying on the ground on your elbows, groaning as your butt hurt.

He snorted.

The bastard.

Snorted.

“Sorry,” he said, flashing you his wide, large grin, not looking sorry at all. You were sure that this time, the bastard stopped on purpose. In fact, you were sure that this entire day, he’d stopped on purpose randomly just so your face would bump into the back of his upper thigh.

“That's it!” you shrieked, your shout startling the ignorant citizens walking down the street of the town. “I’ve had it with you! And your stupid long legs!”

Doflamingo was still smiling, even as he turned to you, looking down at you. “It’s not my fault you’re so short.” He reached down with his arm — he didn't even have to bend down — and patted your head condescendingly. “And slow.”

You growled. You knew he wouldn’t let you walk around town alone, and it would be a hassle if you got lost because he decided to walk ahead without checking that you were following him. For such a tall man, he could disappear unnervingly easily from sight.

“Look at you,” he cooed, the tips of his fingers ruffling your hair slightly, like you were a pet. “Already panting just from some walking.”

“Your walking steps are three times the width of mine!” you said, slapping at his wrist. Doflamingo chuckled. “And your legs are as tall as my entire body!”

“Actually, my legs are taller than you,” said Doflamingo, smiling widely at you.

You inhaled, your fists clenching, and you were about to punch him in the groin — it would be easy enough — or his knee, which would also be easy enough. Whether your punch would reach him was another thing entirely.

This time, Doflamingo did bend down, his upper body and face taking up your entire vision, his hands in the pockets of his red suit pants, his grin devilish and wide as an evil cat's.

“Well, you can always let me carry you in my arms like the spoiled thing you are. I wouldn’t mind.”

Your eyes widened. Oh. So that was his plan. You watched him, and his face. He was certain he'd won, and you feared that, too, until...

Your eyes settled on his large pink coat. Then, slowly, a grin unfurled on your own face, frighteningly similar to Doflamingo's.

“Actually,” you said, “I’ll ride on your coat.”

Oh. Oh. The way Doflamingo’s face fell as he realised he couldn’t say no without making it obvious he wanted to carry you bridal style across the city for the rest of the day was priceless.

You wished you had a Photo Snail to capture the moment for eternity.

You waved your index finger at him in a motion to turn around. “Come on, you giant menace. Turn and squat a bit.”

Doflamingo’s jaw clenched. He scowled, sneered, but relented, and turned around, then squatted slightly, bending his knees. Wasting no time, you jumped as high as you could, leaping right for the huge pink feather coat — which was also bigger than you — landed on it, and started climbing your way up it. Maybe you kicked Doflamingo in the ass and gave him a light shove on his lower back as you climbed, but he couldn’t say anything to it unless he revealed his true intentions.

So, he stayed quiet — fuming all the while, you were sure — as you clambered up his pink feather coat, popped your head up over the collar, gripped onto the underlayer, and settled yourself across it.

It was extremely fluffy, the feathers soft like clouds. They tickled across your face and brushed against your nose.

“You better not be clinging to the feathers.” he grumbled. By the sound of his voice, this was definitely not how he imagined this to go. “And don’t put your shoes on it.”

You scoffed. Saints forbid his perfect coat gets dirty. But... You brushed your fingers gently over the feathery softness, feeling a smile lift on your face.

“I’m holding onto the coat. Your feathers are fine.” you assured, rolling your eyes at him. Then, you gave him a little nudge with your feet in the back as revenge for all the times you crashed into his legs facefirst today. “Go, donkey.”

“I will throw you over, woman.”

You settled your head close to his ear, and whispered. “No, you won’t.”

Doflamingo didn’t say anything. Slowly — almost as though he was being considerate of the sudden height difference and surge of height you would gain — he straightened up.

Your eyes widened as you sat on the immense height, staring at the vision of the street before you. It was amazing, and so different from how you saw it. Was this how Doflamingo saw the entire city, and all the people? No wonder he thought he was a god on earth. Anyone who was this height must think something similar.

Doflamingo started walking, the pink feathers swaying with each move of his legs. The coat was so soft and comfortable... You could fall asleep like this, your face caressed by his pink feathers. Unconsciously, your hands climbed up, your fingers settling atop Doflamingo's shoulders — thick, solid and firm.

“Thanks, Doffy.” you said.

Doflamingo chuckled. He tilted his head to the left toward where your chin sat atop his shoulder, his feathers caressing your face, swathing you in their pink plumage. He couldn’t help it. He leaned down and nuzzled your cheek.

“You welcome, darling.” he purred.

He laughed when you groaned, your face getting red. You retracted your head back into his coat.

“I’m regretting it now...” you mumbled, your voice muffled by the feathers.

Doflamingo laughed victoriously. His plan might not have worked as planned, but you were still close to him, and he was still carrying you.

“You’re not getting off this ride now!” he crowed, laughing maniacally. “So better get comfortable.”

He sauntered down the street, and the more he moved, the more you understood how he had such confidence, because you felt a swell of it slowly pouring in your gut, too.

You chuckled, and rested your face against the feathers, on his broad, firm shoulder covered by soft, pink feathers.

“Aye, sir.”

***

Thank you for the ask, 🐦‍⬛anon!

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