#did a full collapse onto my back and then while i was sliding down the rest of the hill i wound up spinning like 360

[oflgtfol]

anyway so i went skiing for the first time yesterday bc it's a super huge thing my boyfriend is into so he was teaching me how to ski yesterday and its. very fun. never in my life would i imagine myself doing a sport like this but he said i picked it up the fastest out of anyone he's ever taught (not like hes an instructor or anything but over the 15 years he's been skiing, he's brought a lot of people along with him as their first time) so like TEE HEE. i very much can see this becoming a real thing i do semi consistently

[lvstrucks]

breaks

lando norris x reader

Being a couple both of whose love languages were physical touch, you and Lando were no strangers to a bit of playfighting. Lando loved nothing more than to tackle you onto the soft surface of a sofa or bed and watch you squirm playfully, collapsing into a fit of giggles as you tried to take control of his strong form and make him do what you wanted. It was perhaps the only time Lando would allow his competitive side to slide, letting you pin him down and sit on his toned stomach in victory.

So it was nothing out of the ordinary when he leaned against the doorframe, watching you pad around the kitchen making dinner in one of his Quadrant t-shirts he felt a familiar burst of love begin to creep up his abdomen. It was a quiet Friday night before the Monaco Grand Prix, the both of you enjoying the comfort of being in your own apartment before what was sure to be a hectic weekend.

As soon as you put down the wooden spoon you'd been using to stir the dinner, he makes a beeline for you.

"Lovie," he half mumbles, half laughs into your shoulder as he scoops you off the floor.

"Lando!" you giggle, making a feeble attempt to shrug him off. "Stop, I'm making dinner," you protest, while really having no intention of making him stop.

Lando twists you around so he's holding you horizontally, gripping onto your waist and starts to spin you around so you can't reach to push him off.

"You just look so cuddly and cute dressed like that," he defends, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "Just wanna love my girl a little."

You both shriek with laughter as he begins to spin you even faster. Lando's certain that hearing you laugh like that because of him is one of the best feelings he's ever had. He feels like he might be flying a little, until your left arm flicks out with the force of being spun and the sound of a crack against the marble counter stops him in his tracks.

"Baby?" He asks uncertainly as he sets you gently on your feet.

"Ow." you blink back tears. "That hurt. But I'm fi-"

You cut yourself off as your hearing becomes muffled.

"Lan, I can't..." you put both hands up to your ears, pressing as if to try and restore your hearing. It comes flooding back, along with a throbbing pain in your wrist as it pushes against your head.

"Fuck, baby. Fuck!" Lando says, snapping into action. Not only is his girlfriend clearly hurt, she got hurt under his care, and it was his fault too.

He grabs a bag of frozen peas from the freezer, pulling you gently over to a chair at the dining table and sitting you down. He hands you the bag of peas, gesturing for you to rest your hurt hand on it.

"Did it...always bend that way?" He asks quietly, face going pale as you both assess the situation. The tears begin to fall as the full brunt of the pain begins to hit and Lando is quick to lead you downstairs, getting you buckled into his car and running around to the driver's seat. 

It takes a little while longer than normal to get to the emergency room, as lots of roads have been closed off in preparation for qualifying tomorrow, and Lando drums his fingers impatiently on the wheel.

"Not long, baby. We're gonna get you some help, and they can give you something to help the pain, ok? I'm right here with you." He tries to reassure you.

Good as his word, Lando doesn't leave your side once. He holds your hand whilst they set your fractured wrist back into place, gritting his teeth and keeping quiet as your nails dig into the calloused skin of his hands. He rubs your back softly as they wrap a pink (as requested) cast around.

You sleep on the way home, suddenly exhausted now the pain meds have kicked in. Lando watches you quietly each time he stops at a red light. He feels sick to his stomach as the red glare catches the streaks of dried tears on your cheeks.

Once back in your apartment, Lando carries you bridal style up to the bedroom. He undresses you quickly, taking care not to bump your wrist as he pulls one of his shirts over your head, one of the softer ones that you love to sleep in.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles into your hair as he wraps himself around you. "I'm so, so, sorry."

You shake your head softly, waking up a little.

"I know you are, Lando. It was an accident."

"But I promised I'd never do anything to hurt you, and I broke it. I broke you." He frets.

You lean up and press a kiss to his pouty lips.

"It was an accident, both of us were being silly. I'm not upset at you, just upset it happened. So please don't beat yourself up about it, okay?" you say and Lando nods solemnly, snuggling down so your head is laying on his chest. He strokes your hair softly and you breathe in his scent, closing your eyes.

"Does it hurt? A lot?" Lando asks quietly into the darkness.

"No." you lie.

Although you'd assured Lando you were fine in the morning, ready to come and support him during qualifying, you were quickly deteriorating as the day dragged on. You found yourself sinking into a cushioned seat in the McLaren hospitality, beginning to shiver as the ache from your wrist travels up your arm. Lando is busy preparing for qualifying, but Adam is talking to an engineer and notices his son's girlfriend fading into herself and walks over to check on you.

"Everything ok?," he questions you. "Should I get Lando for you? He gave strict orders to interrupt him at any time if you weren't feeling well."

"I just need my next painkillers, I think." you say, trying to smile in a way you hope is reassuring. "Do you know where they ended up? I didn't bring a bag so Lando had them in his pocket when we arrived."

Adam tells you he will go and hunt down your meds, but unsurprisingly Lando spots his dad looking around and excuses himself from talking to Zak in the garage and jogs over to the hospitality.

"Baby, are you OK?" He asks, wrapping you in a gentle hug. You sigh, sinking into his chest and allowing him to hold you up.

"It's just..it's really starting to hurt now." you say, and his heart sinks at the sight of your bottom lip beginning to wobble.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he says truthfully. "Do you want to go home and take a nap there? I can get someone to drive you now."

You shake your head stubbornly.

"I want to stay and see how you qualify. I just need some pain meds."

"They're in my driver's room with my clothes." He explains. "Do you want to come with me? I have that fold-down bed in there now, you can have a quick nap?"

You nod, allowing him to lead you into his room. Once there, he hands you your meds and then slips his comfy cable-knit sweater over your head to stop your shivering. He does his best to tuck you in all comfy, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I'll come and wake you up in about an hour or so, ok?"

As he shuts the door behind him, he hears a soft "Thank you, Lan." He blows you a kiss, heading back to the garage.

When Lando comes back to wake you up, he's met with a much happier looking Y/N. You sit up on the bed, kissing his cheek and stretching.

"Do you have a pen anywhere? Or do you know where I can find one?" You ask.

Lando frowns, but gestures that he'll be one minute as he slips into Oscar's driver’s room for a second, returning with a Sharpie and handing it to you.

"What's it for?" He asks. "Are you going to vandalize McLaren to get me back?"

You giggle, standing up from the bed.

"I'm heading over to Red Bull," you explain, as if that would make any sense to Lando. "I'm going to see if I can get Max Verstappen to sign my cast. Ooh, and maybe I'll look for Charles too after."

"What?!" Lando splutters. He can't believe his ears. "You want Max and Charles to sign your cast before your own boyfriend? I know they were your favorites before we met, but have I made no progress?"

You laugh, flopping into him and leaning against his legs.

"It's because I don't want to exploit you, baby. I'm going to enjoy their signatures and then maybe sell the cast on eBay once it's off."

Lando bursts out laughing at your explanation, eyes squeezing shut as he holds you tight.

"My little businesswoman. Can I please be the first to sign it?" He asks.

You hand him the Sharpie, holding out your wrist to him. He takes it ever so gently and his tongue peeks out his mouth as he concentrates.

Twisting your arm around to read it, you grin as Lando looks proud of his work. Instead of signing as he would sign a hat or shirt for a fan, he's simply printed his name, followed by a collection of kisses and one wonky love heart. He lightly kisses your exposed fingers, then pats you cheekily on the bum as you pass him.

"Go get your signatures, baby."

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[lostgirlmuseum]

Bucky vs. Book

^Bucky on his way to you fr^

Summary: Bucky rushes to your aid when he finds out you’re upset. He’s never seen you this distraught before.

Pairing: Bucky x f!Reader

Words: 600 (I don’t think I have ever written something this short before wth)

Warning: It’s kinda angst?? But mostly fluff. 

A/N: Sorry I haven’t been on much lately, school is keeping me busy. I wrote this pretty quickly and it’s just a short little treat while I’m in the middle of writing a mini series. Idk when I’ll finish writing it, but it prob won’t be done this month. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Divider credit: @cafekitsune

“Bucky?” Sam asked.

“M’ busy.” Bucky mumbled, curling a barbell like it was a dumbbell.

“Someone just informed me they heard crying coming from your girl’s room.”

“What?” Bucky dropped the barbell on the ground with a loud thud. 

“Move, out of the way!” Bucky yelled, nearly knocking Sam over as he started sprinting to the gym exit.

Bucky ran so fast that he was bumping into walls and hitting corners, trying to locate the nearest stairs. 

He took the stairs by three, his heart hammering against his chest, his ears on high alert in case he could hear you calling for him.

Finally, he made it to your room, and swung the door open without a second thought, just needing to know if you were okay. Bucky’s wide eyes spotted you instantly, curled into yourself on the rug, tissues littering the floor, sobbing. He had never seen you so upset.

He wasted no time sliding onto his knees and to you.

“Doll? Doll, what’s wrong? What happened? Are you hurt?” He tried to lift your chin to see your beautiful face, but you barely acknowledged him, your puffy eyes cast down.

“My h-heart,” you choked, clutching your chest.

“Are you having a heart attack?” He couldn’t stop himself from sliding his hands all over you, checking for injuries.

“I feel– s-so sad,” was all you could make out between sobs.

“Baby, who hurt you?” He was panicking, he needed to know what happened, why you were so distraught so he could fix it. 

“Stupid book!” You cried, and flung yourself at him, holding him close, and tucking your head into his chest. Bucky immediately reciprocated, wrapping his big arms around you, squeezing you tight, one hand brushing your hair.

That’s when he noticed the outline of a book under a couple tissues.

“It’s not fair,” you cried, body shaking with each breath.

“I know, I know,” he soothed. He, of course, did not know, but he was enormously relieved to see the perpetrator was only a book. 

“They were supposed to end up together! They were p-p-per–” You squeezed him tighter, struggling to get the words out. “Perfect together! Why did the author ruin it? It’s not fair, it’s not fair, they deserve to be happy!” 

“Shhh,” he whispered, starting to rock you back and forth.

“It’s not fair,” you whispered through another cry, and collapsed fully into him.

“It’s not,” Bucky echoed.

Eventually your cries quieted and slowed, and Bucky kissed your forehead and let go of you. You barely had time to question what he was doing when he picked up the book from behind you and started to pretend to punch it. 

“Bad book,” he chastised, “you made my baby cry. Nobody makes my baby cry,”

You couldn’t help but giggle, and wipe the remaining tears from your eyes.

Bucky continued to scold it, and even positioned himself to body slam it.

“Bucky,” you full on laughed, “stop,”

“Not until it apologizes,” he grumbled, faking a chokehold on it. “Oh, shit–” Bucky rolled onto his back and held the book above him, acting out a struggle. “It’s got me baby, help!”

Giving in to his shenanigans, you leaned over and grabbed the book from his hands, and gave it your own weak punch. 

“Fuck you, book,” You sniffed and laughed.

“It can’t hurt you anymore,” Bucky said, patting your back. 

“Thank you, Bucky,” 

“I’ve got you, doll.”

“Why are there dents in all the walls?” Tony’s raised voice could be heard all the way from the floor below.

You looked at Bucky.

“What?” He smiled cheekily. “You needed me.”

Thank you for reading!

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Oh oh and this is inspired by my reaction to Me Before You by Jojo Moyes. I hate that book so much. I love that book so much.

[cal-flakes]

Hii <3

I’m so glad I found your page. I love reading your work! You’re so talented🥰

Could I ask for dealer/rafe who teaches you how to ride him and you’re all nervous because it’s your first time trying but he’s being really sweet about it?? Thank you!

╰┈➤ rafe teaching y/n to ride him

warnings: smut, obviously. praise, choking, hair pulling.

summary: rafe teaches innocent!reader how to ride him.

“i’m nervous rafe..” she whimpered, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, her thighs still quaking from the orgasm he just gave her.

“what are you worried about princess?” he whispered, pressing soft kisses to the supple skin around her nipple as she straddled him. “what if i can’t do it?”

“i’m going to show you how, okay baby?” she nodded hesitantly, lifting onto her knees, allowing him to position himself underneath her.

bowing her head, she craned her neck to look at his throbbing cock, the tip already lubricated with pre-cum.

“you just need to lower yourself onto it angel, gently..” she did as told and lowered her hips onto it, mouth falling agape as he pushed through her folds.

they’d had sex before, but she still wasn’t used to the size of his cock yet, especially not this way.

“fuck..that’s it baby, just sit on it for a minute..” he praised, one hand holding her waist while the other groped her breast.

a broken moan escaped her lips as she adjusted to him, having fully buried his cock inside of her.

“you okay princess?” he questioned, his rough hands roaming her exposed skin as wet kisses trailed her neck. “mhm..” she whimpered, slowly rolling her hips against his.

a quiet groan erupted from rafe, throwing his head back in pleasure. taking this as a sign, she continued, rocking against him at a slow pace.

a torrent of grunts fell from rafe’s mouth as her walls clenched around him. “is this okay?” she cried, feeling so full. “you’re doing perfect angel, keep going..” he cooed, adjusting their position slight so her breasts pressed against him. “now use your knees, find a good rhythm..”

following instruction, she lifted, sliding back down his length slowly.

the room soon filled with their exclamations as her pace increased, with a little help from him.

he secured an arm around her waist, and the other clamped onto her shoulder, using his strength to move her up and down his throbbing cock.

“relax your body baby, i’m gonna go a bit faster okay?” he soothed, looking into her glassy eyes. she nodded, squeezing her eyes shut as he thrusted into her.

broken moans broke free from her throat as he pounded into her, contradicting his statement. her thighs trembling from the pleasure, she clawed at his back, chest heaving.

“you’re doing so good princess…such a good girl…” the praises fell from his lips, tightening the coil in her stomach as her eyes welled with tears.

“fuck..rafe!” she cried, the tension in her navel threatening to unravel. “i know baby, i know..” he groaned, the vibrations of his words sent shivers down her spine while electricity surged through her quickly.

“r-rafe, m’gonna-” she cut herself off with a cry, arms wrapping around him like he’d disappear from under her, clinging on as the muscles in her body tensed at once.

“you’re so fucking tight..” he hissed, his own release filling her as he continued thrusting, his pace slowing.

he grazed his teeth against her shoulder while his grip on her waist squeezed the air out of her.

“shit…you did so well baby..” he cooed once more, allowing her to collapse against his chest while he brushed her hair away from her face.

“are you sure?” she muttered, her insecurities returning. “i promise sweet girl, that was amazing..”

“hmm, okay..” she sighed, focused on her breathing as the muscles in her legs contracted.

“m’gonna make you my own personal cowgirl..” he joked, pressing gentle kisses to her forehead as her eyes fluttered closed against his chest.

[strayflowersstarsandlove]

You are my heart you know? (hanjisung)

Tw: anxiety, panic attack

The last few feet till you get to park in your driveway seem to last for fucking ever. You keep blinking away your tears furiously, your blurry vision getting progressively worse as you can feel the sting of your own salt and makeup and sunscreen mixing in on your eyelids, slowly dropping into your eyes. Maybe some snot mixed in it as well.

You feel gross. You're pretty certain you also look just as gross as you feel with your 3 days post wash hair tied up in a loose ponytail, your forehead shiny with sweat, your clothes sticking to you with wet stains after you had to run to catch your train back from 8 and a half exhausting hours of work.

And then it started pouring and you got stuck in the traffic on your way back home from the train station and you were always a nervous driver with or without the rain so when you foot slipped on the breaks at a last second red light and the driver behind you aggressively slammed down on the horn you just lost it.

You started crying and breathing erratically as a full blown anxiety attack threatened to overwhelm you. You had gripped the steering wheel so tight your wrists started to hurt but you didn't care, you just needed to focus ahead on the road and get home as soon as possible, you desperately tried to puff out your cheeks while breathing in and then slowly blow them out as you concentrated on breathing out, the rhythmic motion momentarily helping you calm down just long enough for you to safely reach home.

With your car now safely turned off and the hand brake set, you finally let it all out. The overflowing tears, the shaky hands, the tremble on your lips. You lean forward on the wheel and cover your face with your hands, sobbing and shaking in your seat as anxiety engulfs you at last.

Thinking it was just exhaustion at first, you presumed you were just having a bit of a meltdown from all the stress and chaos and the insomnia that had gripped your mind for over a month now, but then the spiraling over thinking took over and the awful awful feeling of being on the verge of collapsing from the inside out followed and you knew you just had been bottling in too much.

This episode was just all the other anxiety episodes combined together after weeks of repressing and pushing them back down and swallowing down the knot in your throat while at work for many more times than you can actually recollect.

The slightly distorted sound of your ringtone suddenly cuts in the relative quietness of your car and you're forced to shake off the worst of your panicky state and take a deep breath despite your chest constricting on itself and your fast heartbeat that made it feel like you could not inhale enough oxygen at a time.

"Hey baby! I can see your in the drive way, why don't you come in? ", Han's bright and chirpy voice fills your ear and for a second you smile, though the tears fly straight in your mouth and you quickly dab the back of your hand on your cracked lips, tasting the sweat and tears collecting there, "h-hi", you croack, forcing down another sob and just hoping he did not catch onto the strain in your tone.

"I'm right outside. I'm - I'm looking for something that fell from my purse, I'll be there in a sec", you add and it's all you can manage to say without sounding too sospicious before you cover your mouth once again, muffling the sound of you chocking on your own tears the best you can, "sure... Okay", Han doesn't sound too convinced on the other end of the line but he doesn't press on and the call is over before you can even click on the red phone button.

Sighing, you reach for your purse, slip your phone inside it but your hands are too shaky and it slides right down the underside of the passenger seat and even if you scramble to catch it, accidentally bumping your hand on the shift, you distinctly hear it rattle down the rails beneath the seat, the screen definitely cracking on impact and it takes all within you not to just scream your lungs out in frustration. You just cry even harder.

And it comes heavily. A downpour on your cheeks and your neck and your lap. You wail like an actual infant and loose control of your breathing as it goes spasmodic, your chest cramping and your throat burning with the effort: "alright, that's it. That's enough". Han's swift arms are around you in a millisecond.

He comes out of nowhere and you barely register what's happening, you just find yourself all pressed up against him, his arms wrapping tightly around you, "looking for something that fell from your bag ay?", he chuckles softly, a bittersweet edge to his tone as he carefully manouvers you out of your seat and then out of the car as well, not once letting go of you.

The short walk from your car to your front door feels like a daze. You can feel the rain coming down on you, your hair getting damp and wet and then your clothes becoming so heavy and freezing, your boyfriend arms never leaving your shoulders and your back, the feeling of his fingertips on your neck, something about being in a hurry spoken so softly the sound of the rain drowns it out.

Once you are both inside Han wastes no time and just throws himself at you, hugging you so tight you might just crumble into his embrace, wet hair and drenched clothes and all. Neither of you cares. He lets you cry into his neck and his shirt and his hair and doesn't complain once, he doesn't even flinch, he just quietly rubs soft circles on your back, "I know it's not okay right now, but I'm right here, I'm not leaving you, I'm never leaving you, it's going to be okay".

If the floodgates hadn't already opened hearing him talk like that makes you clutch onto him as a way to restrain yourself from crying even harder, if it was even possible, and there's a bit of relief in your cries but there's also still the bulk of unresolved panic pooling in your heaving chest.

Han knows what to do. He's done it a thousand times. Either while dealing with his own anxiety or yours, he just knows it a little too well. It's like second nature to him, he knows whether you need to be actively brought back out of the tunnel or if he just needs to stay by your side until the worst is over, it's like he can sense it before even you know what you even need him to do.

This time you did manage to survive the worst part on your own, you're not feeling completely helpless or like you're about to pass out like you did only a few moments earlier, getting out of the car and actively moving helped with that. But you are still stuck in the loophole, you are still feeling miserable and weak, with claws closing in at your throat. So he focuses on just calming you down.

He guides you on the couch, unzips his jacket and throws it over your shoulders and then he gently grabs one of your hands, rubbing each of your fingers until they stop shaking so much, "I like your hands...", he speaks softly, his eyes level with yours, "you always say how you like mine...", he sighs gently, lowering his voice jut above a whisper, "but yours are so pretty, your fingers are slender and your nails are always colorful and sparkly, I think rings look really nice on you",he continues, now holding your other hand, rubbing his fingertips around the two rings you keep on your pinky and your pointer, "I mostly like how you use your hands though. I like how gentle they are, like when you brush my hair or when you stroke my face and my shoulders".

His voice is hypnotic, his tender massage so soothing. Soon enough your breathing has gone fully back to normal, the aching in your chest is still there but it has subsided a little, your shaking has stopped, your heartbeat has slowed down. You are slowing down. You blink a few times and smile a weak, toothless smile smile at him, and he kisses your hand, from the palm to the tip of your longer middle finger, "you're feeling a little better?", he asks quietly, you nod and clear your throat, "y-yeah. Just a bit...hollow".

Han nods sympathetically for he knows exactly what you mean. Anxiety does that. It carves you out from the inside leaving you feeling so empty and exhausted, all of your senses rendered numb and cotton like after an intense, overwhelming trigger than rilled them all up.

"You should rest for a while. You must feel so tired", he offers, and you nod, already holding back a yawn, your energy does feel completely depleted now, like you could easily just sleep for 10 hours straight and still feel immensely exhausted. "How about you go and change into something warmer and then climb into bed mmh? I'll make you some sleepy time tea, that'll help".

Quietly, you drag yourself upstairs and wash up a little, making sure to really scrub your face, towel dry your rain soaked hair and spritz dry shampoo in your roots, feeling too tired to even get in the shower right now. Once you're cleaner and warmer in an oversize hoodie and pajama shorts, you climb into bed: you stretch out your arms and your legs, the tension finally leaving your limbs and as you close your eyes briefly, you feel like you can breathe again. Like you had been waiting to just lay down the whole day and now you're finally allowed to.

Except that your chest still hurts. There's a cramp there that just won't go away. A skip in your heartbeat that picks up pace a little too fast. The ominous seed of restlessness luring in the back of your head.

Han steps inside as if one cue, he's changed into comfier clothes as well and as he places a streaming mug of what looks like moon milk tea, he eyes you shifting on the mattress, spotting your hoodie as it pokes through the duvet, "that's not warm enough. It's so old and worn out it has holes in it", he whines, making you giggle. The first happy sound to come out of you in at least 12 hours.

He takes off his own cardigan, a cream colored woolen and extremely soft one, and basically forces you to put it on as you sit up in order to drink your tea: "thank you",you mumble, enjoying the sweetness of your drink and the comfort of his cardigan embracing your upper body, "of course, you already got soaked in rain I can't have you catching a cold like that", he pouts, and you shake your head softly, putting your mug on the nightstand for now.

Breathing deeply, a lot more regularly now, you speak softly, pouring out every bit if emotion into what you say, "no, I mean thank you. For everything. You really know how to take care of me. In every single way. I never felt as comforted and well looked after before I met you", you confess, your voice a little shaky for you never expressed this kind of gratitude to him, not this explicitly anyway.

Han smiles at you warmly and strokes your cheek, his thumb rubbing softly on your chin, "I wasn't just saying things earlier, I wasn't just trying to calm you down. I mean it. I will always be here for you", his eyes go shiny and full and he smiles so sweetly you start to think he might just get teary any second now, and you might too, "... I'll always care for you, not matter what... you are my heart, you know?".

You feel your insides melting away and in a second your lips are on his and the way you kiss oh the way you two kiss it's like you're both trying to convey just as much love and care as your own words do.

Something in your chest tugs at you as you pull him closer, the more his chest presses against yours the more it quiets down, the more he holds you to him the more that ache shrivels. You lay down on your back, pulling him on top of you, your reflexes instantly kicking in as your legs wrap up around him instinctively, by muscle memory.

And even though there's necessarily not that much urgency or lust in the way you two are still kissing and tangling your limbs together, you do find yourself panting a little when Han pulls away ever so slightly, "are you okay?", he asks quietly, his elbows resting on each side of your head, eyes travelling down to the hand pressing on your chest, directly on your heart that beats so fast and aches the minute he's not sticking to you, "please hold me, please just hold me", you plead softly, and he happily abides, his whole body settling nicely on top of yours like a warm, weighted blanket.

Comfort. You're engulfed in his arms and his scent and the familiar, pleasant weight of his warm body on top of yours. And the ache stops. It immediately stops. All your muscles go putty like, your senses alight in warmth and softness, your mind shuts down, your whole body finally fully relaxing into bliss.

[makethemhoesmad]

heaven, and she knows it

azzi.

the whole squad helped with this one; anon(iykyk @bueckersstrap and my bestie @azzibuckets

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“azzi, babe, stop,” i giggle as my girlfriend tackles me off of the couch and onto the floor, pinning my hips to the floor. i look up at her, biting my lip.

“stop what?” she demands, looking at me with a glint in her eye that tells me i will not be sleeping in my own bed tonight”

“you know what! please stop fighting me you know you’re way stronger than me,” i whine, trying to wiggle out from under her.

“maybe i like it,” she jokes. it doesn’t seem like a joke, though, when she sheds her top and strips me of my bottoms, pulling me up against her now-bare stomach.

“c’mon pretty mama,” she says, her voice an octave deeper than normal. i shift my hips into a heavy grind, dragging my clit over her hard abs. i reach down, sliding my hands over her tits, making her eyes roll back. she brings her hands up to span my waist, pushing me up and down harder.

“do not stop, azzi, i swear to fucking god please do not fucking stop doing that ever.”

she chuckles at my desperation. the grin on her face undoes me, and i climax over the hard grooves of her stomach. 

“not done with you yet, sweetie,” she mumbles, pushing a hand through my hair while i lay helpless and spent on her stomach.

“uh uh, az, i’ll die,” i say. to sate her, maybe delay her, i inch her pants off, nearly passing out when i see her soaked pussy.

“d’aww, baby, did you not wanna tell me how wet you got watching me ride your abs?” 

she whines, lifting her hips up to me slightly. i love how she can switch like this, love that only i can have her like this. i flick my tongue over her clit, feeling her body jolt. i feel her breath quicken, and her grip on my hair turns almost painful as she climaxes. i look up at her, grinning with lips soaked with her.

“get the fuck over here, princess,” she demands. she drags me up to her face, pressing her lips to mine while removing my loose tank top. shakily, she stands us up and struts to her room. she slams the door, but instead of flinging us to the bed, as normal, she turns back to the door, a full length mirror hanging off the back of it.

“look at you,” azzi groans, holding me up in front of the mirror, our naked bodies on full display.

“nnngh azzi, come on,” i whimper, adding an extra note of begging to the last word. when i see her eyes go a shade darker, i know i’ve hit a nerve. she positions her fingers and jerks them into me, locking eyes with me in the mirror.

“look so damn pretty right now, so small and cute, taking my fingers so well,” she slurs into my ear, making me gasp and shut my eyes.

“nuh uh baby, if you don’t look ill stop. look at what a fucking mess i’ve made you.”

i shudder against her, fighting to keep eye contact with her through the glass. when she hits a certain spot, i nearly collapse mid-climax, letting azzi be the only thing holding me up. noticing im limp in her arms, she pulls us onto the bed, curling her body around me and tucking her hands against my stomach. her warmth lulls me to sleep almost instantly.

~

“azzi.”

“yeah baby?” she asks, her breath hot on my shoulder as she pulls me into her.

“what are you playing at right now, you just woke me the fuck up,” i whine, backing into her warm body.

“well, now i’m wondering what you’re playing at, because if you didn’t want me to do nothing you wouldn’t be moving like that”

i squeeze my eyes shut tighter, turning so i can bury my face in azzis chest, hopefully to fall asleep again. 

“you don’t need to be doin nothing after what you did to my last night,” i state, her bare skin muffling my voice. she doesn’t answer.

“baby?” i say quietly, not wanting to break the moment. all i get in response is a snuffle, and a heavy weight atop my head. 

“i love you baby,” i whisper, letting the sound of her breathing pull me back to sleep.

[jammed-out]

Bent Over, Broken, And Bred

Janine lay there, her left leg splayed out over the desk, the right drooped over the side of it, hanging limply on the floor. Her arms lay limply in puddles of sweat and cum over the surface of it. She lay there, unmoving, except for the occasional rise and fall of her back in time with her breaths. Every so often, she would shake, her body trembling as an aftershock rolled through her.

Her entire body was covered in white streaks of cum. It dripped off of her ass, sliding down it slowly, mixing with the other fluids that coated the desk. Streaks of it ran through her hair, pulling it into a mess of tight knots. Whenever she would twitch and tremble, cum would gush out of either her pussy or ass. Even after an hour, more still pumped out of her.

She lay there, filled full of cum from the hours of intense fucking she had received. Time and sensation were long lost to her. Even now as someone gripped her head, pulling it upright, she let her jaw hang limp so they could force their hardened cock inside of her. They fucked her face like it was nothing but a toy, using her for their enjoyment. She could feel their cock twitch and tremble, unloading a fresh batch of cum into her. Hungrily she swallowed it down. Satisfied they dropped her head back into the puddle on the table where she lay drooling.

One by one they came, mounting her, breeding her, filling her full of their thick cum. She just lay there, letting them thrust into her as hard as they want. Sometimes they would slap her ass or pull her hair. She only moaned in encouragement. They pounded into her mercilessly over and over.

Sometimes they would come in pairs. One would use her mouth while the other would claim her tight asshole. They would scoop up the mixture of cum from the table using it as lube. She didn't care, she wasn't supposed to anyways. She was there to be used. She stopped caring hours ago. Now she was just there to be filled with cum.

A loud ding sounded in the dark room. Janine pulled her mouth off of the cock that was in her and slowly slid her legs forward. She blinked and rolled off of the desk onto her feet. They felt shaky and wanted to collapse but even so she stood steadily on her legs without a sign of problem.

"I am very sorry, but my time is up for today. The next set of holes will be in shortly. She will satisfy your every needs. Thank you for filling me with your cum today and I look forward to satisfying you again in the future."

Janine finished speaking and smiled. She began to make her way towards the curtained off hallway, cum leaking out of her with each step. She was proud of the work she did, even if she could not remember it or why she was so sore in the morning. She always felt so happy though. Her pussy squeezed at the thought, pressing a fresh load of cum out and onto her legs where it slowly dripped down towards her feet.

[0cta9on]

Anyeong Writer-nim,

"Anything that life throws at you, it means it is within your capabilities"😉

I would like to re-request for a short story, don't worry it won't be a full memo of a whole another novel😅. It goes like this.....

"Your childhood friend, Ryujin visits you on holiday at your apartment. Recently she started seeing you as a man, She got a lewd thought after seeing your used boxer laying in your bedroom. What would you do if you caught her sniffing your boxer? Would you let it slide or Help her 'release'"

Hope you saw this on your good mood✌️

Not my best work, but I wouldn't want you to wait any longer. I promise the next one will be better :^)

 “Hey Ryujin, have you seen my charge- Oh.”

The last thing you expect to see in your guest bedroom is your childhood friend with her hand down her shorts and your boxers pressed against her nostrils. 

A couple months ago, Ryujin texted you, teasing about flying across the world to visit you. You brushed it off, thinking it was nothing more than a little joke - Until last week, when you suddenly found her standing at your doorstep. You were so excited to finally be able to hang out with your best friend that you didn’t even notice losing certain articles of clothing until yesterday. Attributing it to the washing machine eating up your clothes, you are about to go shopping for new underwear when you suddenly walk in on this shocking display of unbridled lust.

“U-um…” Ryujin drops the boxers, completely mortified. “I-I, uhh, it’s not what it looks like…”

“Well don’t stop there, finish what you were doing,” you tease, smirking at her as you lean against the doorframe. She had been complaining for months about not getting any action due to the stress of college life. You wouldn’t want to be a bad friend and deny her that release, would you?

“W-what do you m-mean, I wasn’t… Um…” She gulps, nervously gauging your reaction. You can’t help but snicker to yourself as she stands there like a child caught doing something naughty.

“I guess I can help you out this once,” you say. You approach her, picking your boxers up off of the ground. Moving behind her, you shove the undergarments in her face while your free hand plunges into her shorts, tracing lazy circles around her clit. Her legs nearly give out on her as she leans against you for support.

“You’re already so wet down there, Ryujin,” you whisper roughly into her ear as you plunge two digits into her waiting heat. One of her hands reaches around to grasp onto your growing boner while she continues to inhale the lingering scent on your clothes.

“F-fuck yes, I love the smell of cock,” she groans.  As her friend, it’s only fair that you give her what she wants. You push her down onto her knees, her pretty face mere inches from your cock.

“You know what to do,” you say, smirking down at her. With the excitement of a gambler hitting a jackpot, she unzips your pants and frees your cock from its confinements, deeply inhaling the scent of your length.

“Fucking finally, it’s been so long since I’ve smelled a real cock,” she says before taking you down her throat. A moan escapes your lips as you watch her gag on your entire length with ease, saliva dribbling down the sides of her lips. Her hand shoots back down her shorts, eager to finish what she started before. Never in a million years did you expect Ryujin to be such a cock-hungry slut, but you’d be damned if you weren’t about to milk her for all she’s worth.

You grab her hair and thrust, forcing her nose against the base of your pelvis. The sound of her choking and the way her eyes roll back in pure ecstasy tips you over the edge, and you shoot gallons of cum down her throat. You don’t let her breath until she swallows every last drop. Eventually, Ryujin collapses to the floor, gasping for air. Her hand and her shorts are completely covered in her juices.

“That was… better than I could have ever imagined,” she says, smirking up at you. You kneel beside her, toying with the hem of her shorts.

“If you want, we could keep this going,” you suggest. Despite being winded, Ryujin excitedly nods, biting her lip with anticipation. You yank her soaked shorts off, revealing her glistening pussy. The mere sight of it alone is enough for your cock to spring back to life.

“Might as well get rid of this then,” Ryujin says before tossing her shirt, revealing her toned abs and perky tits. Lining up your cock with her slit, you lean down and catch her lips as you thrust inside of her. The two of you moan into each other’s mouths as the sensation transcends a whole new level of pleasure. With each thrust, a scratch appears on your back, a bite on your shoulder, a profanity from her lips, but the pain only drives you crazier with desire. Your hands trace every curve on her body, desperate and searching. As you reach your climax, Ryujin gazes up at you with a knowing look and an eager nod. You release inside of her womb before collapsing together on the carpeted floor. She places gentle kisses on your neck and shoulders, apologizing for all the bite marks.

“I think I went a little too crazy,” she giggles. You pull her in for another kiss, less hungry and more mutual appreciation.

“It’s fine, but next time, just ask instead of stealing my laundry,” you tease, holding onto her body for a little bit longer.

[bleuczennie]

riding park jisung.

mdni, duh. not really proofed but oh well.

tw: degradation, praise (LOL not a trigger idk), crying, slight dom!jisung

you slide your boyfriend’s hard and throbbing cock against your slick folds, your legs already trembling underneath you. the little friction you created with the tip of his cock making you want to just grind against him until you came. but obviously, you didn’t. you wanted more, and if the increasing pressure of his dull nails digging into your plush thighs was anything to go by, he did too… and he was getting impatient.

you whine as he pulls you down onto his cock, shivers wracking your form as your cunt makes more wet squelching sounds the further he pushes you down.

“fuuck… god-!” you say as he pushes all the way to the hilt, stretching you so deliciously like always. you’re panting, skin tingling and heat prickly your neck as you struggle to adjust to his size. he watches you closely, smirking when he sees you struggle like you always do when he first pushes into you, but he’s a sadist, and he decides it’s more fun to watch you struggle for a little. “that’s my good girl,” he says as he caresses your cheek and plants a chaste kiss on one of your tightly closed eyes, “now bounce, slut.”

that got you going, lifting yourself up on wobbly legs all the way to the tip of his dick and dropping yourself back down, whines turning into full on moans as your head tipped back and your pace picked up. you feel his large hand slide up your throat and yank your head back forward, and you stare at jisung’s beautiful face through the clouded slits of your eyes. “eyes on me princess, we’re just getting started.”

he kissed you as you continued to bounce yourself on his cock, clapping noises muffled out by the heavy breathing and the moans of both you and him resounding through the room. you arched your back ever so slightly and when his curved and bulbous head brushed against your sweet spot, you felt your legs turn into jelly. you cursed and moaned loudly as you almost collapsed onto him then and there, but jisung’s grip on your thighs tightened, and he shifted you both down the bed.

“my turn…” your boyfriend said cockily before propping his muscular legs up and lifting your body easily up with his own. you ducked your head in his neck, bracing yourself for what about to happen.

his settled into a brutal pace right of the bat, jackhammering his hips into yours, hitting your cervix so deliciously with every thrust. you could do nothing but sit there and moan wantonly into his chest, gripping his shoulder with all the composure you so desperately needed to hold on to. your cheeks were wet with your tears of overwhelming pleasure.

“h-ha… look at you,” jisung coos in your ear, hips never faltering, “you sound so~ fuck~ fucking beautiful, just for me.”

“a-all for you, fuck-!” you splutter as his hand come down on your ass, a loud slap bouncing off the walls. one hand supports you while another one comes to your hair to pull your face and direct it to his ear. “wanna hear you scream my name when you come, i know you’re close baby.”

“yes! yes, fuck, im so close ji, please let me come!” you says as your stomach tightens, preparing you for the intense burst of your incoming orgasm. he lets go of his grip in your hair and his hand comes down to flick your slick and sensitive clit once, twice, three times.

and that’s all that’s needed before you’re wailing his name, body tensing as your core snaps and your vision blurring. he grunts as he feels the familiar squeeze of your pussy around him as white milky fluid collects forming a ring around the base of his cock. that’s all that he needs to follow you over the cliff, shooting white-hot spurts of cum and fucking it deeper and deeper into you, mind numb with only the memory of how euphoric he feels buried inside your wet heat.

you collapse against him and he wraps his arm around your hot and slick body, heavy breathing the only sounds coming from the both of you. he can’t help the grin as he feels your pussy flutter around his still-hard length.

“that’s my good girl, my perfect angel,” he says as he flips you over without pulling out and draws his hips back, folding your knee to your chest and preparing the both of you for round two.

©️bleuczennie

[bunnyksj]

How do you think Namjoon would fuck while he's high?

Lozenge of Love - KNJ X Reader.

Summary: Namjoon fucks you when hes high, thats it LMAO. 

Author’s Note: just a small little thing :3, im working on another fic that should hopefully be out soon !!

TAGS: MDNI, smut, weed usage (duh), literally no plot just sex, some dirty talk bc ofc >w<, lazy sex lol. 

WORD COUNT: > 1K 

“That's it, take it baby..” He whispers, his voice husky in your ear. 

┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺ 　° 

Namjoons large hands snaked around your waist, holding you lightly as you moved up and down, your hips slapping together softly. He groans softly, feeling your warm cunt clench around him as you ride him. He tangles his hands in your hair, kissing along your neck softly, leaving small marks. He kisses over your hickeys gently, embracing every inch of you. 

“So fuckin’ pretty baby, love it so much…” He says, a smirk pulling at his lips.

His lidded red eyes gazing into yours, as he leans in, lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue tangling with yours. His hands run down your back, softly squeezing your ass, guiding your body up and down on his cock. 

“F-fuck, Joonie..” You whimper, your hands gripping his shoulders, helping you move. 

“Feels good doesn't it, baby?” He mumbles between heavy breaths, his eyebrows furrowed focusing on the area where both of your bodies collided. 

“Mhm~! Want more…” You gasp. 

“Yeah? Pretty baby wants it harder? Wanna feel me so deep inside you..?”

You whine, feeling yourself grow wetter at his words. You lean your head down on his shoulder, inhaling his scent, he smelt like a mix of sweat, sex and pot. You move your hips faster, the wet slapping of both of your bodies filling the room, along with your moans and cries. His hand lazily smacks your ass, softly biting your collar bone. 

“Mm~. You’re my fucking girl, right? My good little slut all for me?” He asks, his voice low, his slightly bloodshot eyes looking at you expectantly. 

“Yes! I’m a good slut..” You gasp. “Wanna be your girl, Joonie.” 

“I know, baby. You’re all mine. Fuckin’ made for me.” 

He picks up his pace, his body thrusting up into you, making you cry out. You grip his shoulders, desperately fucking yourself back into him. He pushes you lightly onto your back, pushing your legs towards your shoulders, reaching even deeper inside of you. His lidded eyes focus on your face, contorted in pleasure, running a tongue over his upper lip. 

“Fuck, so fuckin’ sexy. M’ so fuckin’ lucky, ending up with such a pretty girl, all for me.”

He slams his cock into you, your wetness coating the sheets beneath you, legs trapped under his large palms. He slumps into your neck, kissing and biting it, his hand sliding down to your chest, squeezing it in his soft grip. His lips wrap around your other nipple, licking it softly. You whine, hands tangling in his hair, lightly gripping it. 

“Joonie..gonna cum..”

“Yeah, baby? Pretty angel’s gonna cum all over my dick, like a good girl, yeah?” 

“Mhm~! Feel so full, Joonie.” 

He softly giggles, his raspy voice, filling your ears. He continues to thrust into you, picking up his pace lightly, hips lazily smacking into yours. You arch slightly, leaning up into him, as you cum. Your hands tighten in his hair. 

He groans at the sight of you, his pretty girl, all flushed and fucked out. He cums shortly after, groaning into your neck, collapsing on top of you, taking deep breaths. 

“Did so fuckin’ well, fuck. M’ so worn out baby.” He sighs, resting his head on your shoulder, arms wrapping around your waist, pressing a kiss to your neck. 

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

[mikgreo]

Gojo punishing his puppies, pt.2

smut+ fluff. minors dni

pt.1 here.

a/n: i hope u guys enjoy it <3. ty for the luv on pt.1 !! lmk if u guys want a continuation or something similar to this. im so sorry it was so short😭

warnings: 18+, pet names, double penetration, anal, p/v sex, spitting, hair pulling, slight degradation, praise, unprotected sex, breeding kink, threesome, mand handling, NOT PROOF READ sorry if there are typos 🥲

Gojo waited for you and Geto to calm down and relax.

“Suguru~ how about you lay down hm? let y/n-chan do all the work.”

geto didn’t object and did as he was told. you following as well.

Gojo placed himself behind you, putting his hands on your hips. helping you line up with geto’s pink flushed tip, still leaking precum, and hard as ever.

Gojo slowly pushed you down all the way earning a whine from you from the lack of movement.

“s-satoru!…wanna-move..please” you cried out.

“wait hun, not done yet.” gojo bent you over just a little, spreading your cheeks apart to get better access on your unoccupied hole.

he spit on it and sunk his finger in slowly.

“n-nghh!! toru- what are y-you doing?!” you reached for his wrist to make him pull his finger out.

“nuh-uh princess,” he slapped your hand away,

“Suguru, start moving.” gojo glanced over you to geto.

Geto started thrusting up and down on you slowly, quickly accelerating his speed.

at this point, gojo had three fingers inside your anus, you were unfamiliar to this much overstimulation.

“satooo-ruu!~ i can’t take this~ to..too much, please!!” you cried, burying your face into geto’s chest.

“hmm, i guess your ready.” something about his tone sounded menacing, you were confused.

“h-huh for wha-”

Gojo lined his cock up with your entrance and forcefully pushed in.

“oh my g-god!! toru.. i d..dont think i can-can take this pl..please!!!” your whole body was getting rocked back and forth from the amount of force being put into both your holes.

“fuckk, youre so tight, m’love<3.” suguru said kissing the top of your head.

“she-fucking is, tight as hell.” he slapped your ass, “you fucking like being treated like a sex doll dont ya, you slut?”

“f-fuck! mm~ she does toru.. she just squeezed me so hard.” geto said as he looked up at gojo who was drilling into your insides.

Gojo grabbed a tangle of your hair and pulled you back, making you scream out.

“Owie!! toruuu…~!!!” you said looking back at him, pouting.

“Sorry princess, just gotta get a better angle.” he chuckled.

You were seeing stars, your mind was going blank, you felt so overstimulated. your stomach was screaming, you felt so full. you felt both of them all the way up to your throat, you were spewing out nonsense from how fucked up you were.

“sniff toruuu, suguuu~ i hiccup need-break.. cant!! yes yes right there more!…. gyahh!! cant take it please..”

“Pfft look at you, your crying for us to stop but your moaning in the same sentence about how good it is. pathetic fucking whore.” Gojo ended his sentence by giving you a heavy slap on your ass.

“Satoru..im so close! she keeps squeezing me so tight..mmff..” geto said biting his lower lip, wiping off the sweat on your forehead.

“Yeah..me..fuck.. too. you ready for our load princess?” gojo smirked.

“yesyesyesyes!! fill me whole.. please, daddy. need you both so bad, want a baby!! wanna be.. a mommy~” your eyes crossing from the amount of pleasure you were feeling, collapsing onto geto’s chest while purposely leaving your back arched for Gojo.

“What a good cock whore you turned out to be, y/n. all pretty begging for us now hmm?” geto said patting the top of your head, giving it a slight tug as he was close to cumming.

“Sugu-chan..’m cumming..cum with me, ‘kay?” Gojo said giving Geto a lustful smile.

they both bottomed out inside you, you felt their warm thick ropes of cum hitting the deepest corners of your holes. you felt it perfectly slide down your asshole to your cunt and to your legs.

“you did so good, pretty..~” geto said, gojo humming in agreement.

They both helped you clean up, and cuddled in bed with you.

Gojo was big spooning you while geto faced you.

gojo was plastering kisses all over your neck and shoulder, while geto was staring at you in awe, kissing your hand, lips and cheeks occasionally.

“I love you too.. soooo much.” you giggled closing your eyes, drifting to sleep.

“You mean ya love me.. not suguru.” gojo said biting your ear.

“Ouch!!!.. And no i love you both equally ugh!!” you said pouting, and letting out a laugh.

“Calm down you too, i love you both very much too, my babies.” geto smiled at you.

“Hey!! i am not a baby.” gojo said flicking getos cheek.

“well you’re the closest thing to a manchild. your so immature satoru, that’s why i love you.” he grabbed gojos hand giving it a squeeze.

“yeaaahhh i know, the strongest , satoru gojoo!! who wouldnt love me.” he said turning on his back, spreading his arms and legs in a starfish position.

“go to bed toru!! im so sleepy. and tired..” you said kicking him with the back of your heel.

“tch. party pooperrrr”

“cmon toru, lets rest for a bit, kay?”

“okay whatever you lame o’s.” gojo said reaching ocer to you, to geto, making sure he was hugging the both of you.

“i love you guys. <3” gojo said smiling to himself.

im so sorry it was so short!! i really had no idea what to write i didnt think i would have to actually write a part 2!!! tysm again for the support, i will be coming out with a new fic soon, and maybe some hcs <3

[p1nkprincess444]

ɪ sᴛɪʟʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ - ᴄʜᴀʀʟɪᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇʀ

female!reader x killer!charlie walker

word count: 749

content: 18+, angst, murder, happy ending

You had been looking for your boyfriend in Kirby’s house everywhere. You couldn’t seem to find anyone until you quietly crept up the staircase. You saw a sliver of light peeking through a bedroom door. When you approached the door you saw someone looming over a dead Kirby adorned in full ghost face attire. You slowly backed away from the door until a floorboard creaked under your sneaker. You let out a shriek as the stranger chased you down the stairs tackling you in the entryway. 

I struggled helplessly as I was pinned to the floor, “ Stop! No- no please! ”

The stranger kept you pinned down as they pulled off their mask. It was Charlie. Your face dropped as you saw your boyfriend slide off the ghost face mask that was smeared with blood.

“ I’m going to let you go, can you be calm, ” Charlie was straddling your hips as he kept your wrists pinned to your chest.

You nodded and Charlie slowly let go of you and stood up, towering over your terrified frame. You slowly sat up as you stared at him. You began to cry as you curled into a ball holding yourself tightly as Charlie stood there. He leaned down and tried to hug you but you pushed him away. 

“ Baby please I won’t hurt you- just- just let me see you, ” Charlie’s voice was soft as he gently pulled your arms away from your face to see your red tear stained face. 

I looked up at him as he held onto my wrists, “ Char- why? ” My voice was frail and weak as I looked into his big blue eyes. 

He didn’t have an answer, his mouth just hung open for a moment before closing. He pulled you into a tight hug, your body stiffened for a moment before relaxing against his. You held onto him tightly as you cried, it seemed like all dreams for a future with Charlie were coming crashing down. He pulled you away from his chest so he could look into your puffy red eyes as you sniffled. 

His hand grasped your chin as he forced you to meet his gaze. “ I love you, my sweet angel. I’ll never hurt you, ” Charlie kissed your lips gently before moving you back into his lap.

“ Mm’ so sorry I did this to you, ” he mumbled as he kissed down your neck before sliding off your shirt.

You let him lay you down on the hardwood floor as he kissed down your body and stripped you of your clothes. As Charlie kissed down your body he murmured apologies against your soft skin. He looked up at you as his kisses reached the hem of your panties. You nodded and he quickly slid them off before he buried his head between your thighs. He lapped at your folds before sliding two of his fingers inside of your hands gripped and tugged on his hair as lewd sounds left your lips. Your hips bucked against his face as you tightened around his fingers. You moaned his name loudly as you came on his face while he pinched your clit between his fingers.

Charlie slid back on top of you as you caught your breath. His hands fumbled with his belt buckle as he straddled your hips. He managed to pull off his belt before he quickly unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down just past his hips along with his boxers. He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before pushing into you completely making you both let out satisfied moans. 

His thrusts were slow and deep as he looked deep in your eyes while soft groans slipped past his lips. “ Fuck- you feel so good baby, ” he said before nuzzling his face into your neck.

You couldn’t form a sentence as his thrusts became more desperate and needy as he let out soft groans and moans. Your moans grew louder as your vision blurred as you came around his cock. Charlie’s hips began to slam into you harder and faster as he became desperate for release. He groaned loudly as he came inside of you before collapsing on top of you. You gently brushed the hair from his face as he caught his breath.

I admired his beautiful big eyes as I stroked his hair, “ I still love you Char. ” 

Charlie hummed softly in response as his grip tightened on you.

[gingergofastboatsmojito]

Sunday morning

"Morning", she whispered in his ear as she cuddled and his eyes fluttered open. Legs tangling as she held him tightly and he groaned before slowly snapping out of his slumber.

"Morning," he said in a hoarse voice that she was getting used to and needed more than coffee first thing in the morning.

She rolled away from him and he brought her back to his chest, where she belonged, her breasts slipping from beneath the covers as her body came to rest against him again.

Skin to skin, covered in sweat and filling the air of the room with moans and dirty talk, they reinvented the meaning of the word chemistry and redefined the concept of passion as an incarnated verb.

The sun shined outside for the mortals that jumped out of bed to jog or walk their dogs that Sunday morning, which looked like any other Sunday morning in May, on this side of the world. Poor fools!

Syd and Carmy were not in the same realm as them. They were on a whole other level in that bed. They were closer to God.

After the fact, only a few minutes passed as they silently rested in each other's arms trying to calm their breathing.

This moment of calm came to an abrupt end when Syd's stomach churned.

They both looked at each other and cracked a laugh.

"Oh, I think you just earned that breakfast, chef, what do you want? Name it, I'll make it for you."

"Hmmmm... anything?"

"Anything."

"Careful Carmy, I'm very hungry..."

"Is that a threat?"

"It's a warning."

Challenge accepted.

He growled, rolling her onto her back and attacking her neck in the spot he now knew drove her wild. He wedged himself between her thighs, his body ready for her instantly once again. She had that effect on him. Sometimes it only took enough time to share a cigarette before he was rock-hard once more and prepared to endure another round. Sometimes not even that long.

She giggled, pulling the sheets over their heads as his mouth descended to her breasts, making its way to her highly responsive and impossibly taut nipples and eliciting sounds from her that drove him to edge faster than any physical touch.

Her nails racked across his back, urging him on, all the while she was encouraging him to fuck her and drawing her knees up against his sides. Her fingers twined in his hair as she pulled his ear to her lips. He responded by sliding his pianist fingers desperately against her slick folds and she stiffened and gasped beneath him.

After that, the passionate haze again.

All of it was rough, sloppy, and quick, thirsty and aching, and it was over when she lifted her hips angling them so he could lose himself in her. Carmy sank down deep inside her calling her name as he choked down against her forehead letting it fly.

Moist rippled around him and a couple more of his erratic thrusts were all it took to push her over the edge. She came hard, arching her back, lifting herself in a brusque shiver, grabbing his shoulders, and biting hard on his flesh there, leaving marks he loved as her whole body trembled against him.

They knew. They always knew the other one was never far behind. They trusted their bodies and were never let down.

Carmy managed to maintain a slow and steady rhythm throughout her violent orgasm for just a moment, long enough, and then he crashed on top of her, crying out her name once again.

He didn't pull out right away. Carmy loved nothing more than to be completely encased in the tight warmth of hers. It was intoxicating.

Syd was still lost in the reverie of having rocked against the man she loved till she could feel him under her skin, throbbing, yearning, and making her whole world collapse into a perfect and breathless instant that seemed to last forever yet never lasted long enough, keeping her coming back for more. And more. And more.

When she could master the art of forming full sentences again, she insisted "I haven't forgotten, Carmy".

"What?"

"Did you really think that I was going to let you ravage my body like that if you didn't cook me breakfast later?"

"Right!"

"Chap, chap! I'm hungry."

"You're insatiable, chef!"

"You feed me too well, chef!"

"What do you say we take a quick shower first and worry about breakfast later?"

"Heard."

The water didn't do a great job of putting out the fire they had lit in the bedroom.

Shortly after, they were in the kitchen, playfully trying to cook breakfast together.

The team-building activity didn't seem to work because Syd was too hungry—a different kind of hungry. She wanted more of what only Carmy could give her.

So Carmy grabbed her with one arm and in one swift motion lifted her up and placed her over the counter. She giggled. And when he kissed her neck her giggles turned into shaky sighs.

From that strategic position between Syd's legs that were wrapped around him to keep him in place, he cooked the most delicious breakfast and they spoonfed each other.

-The kettled hummed.-

In between kisses and bites.

-The kettle hissed.-

As the world raged outside.

-The kettled whistled and the steam swirled upwards mirroring the rising temperature of the bodies to the left.-

Oblivious to the lovers who whispered soft confessions of never-ending lust in each other's ears.

A/N: Seeing as no one else gave a fuck, I did → inspo.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

[mushroommanstan]

Creepy Tenko asks if Y/N her big titties to give him a titjob?

“Ya like em sweetie?”

He nodded against your luscious lobes, his dry skin accidentally catching on your nipples a little and making you squeal. You grabbed his black locks instinctively and tried to hold his head still. The position you left him in had his neck craning up to you, his Addams apple standing out as he gazed into your eyes with such adoration you could swear you just promised him your kidney.

He slobbered over your globes messily, humping the air as he kept eye contact with you all throughout. The sight of his fluttering eyes and his tinted red face you were pressing into your bosom was almost enough to make you cum right then and there. It sent sparks of electricity down your spine, each pathetic whimper he let pass his lips making you moan out along with him.

“Mmmhmmm” he whined. “Y-mmy/n… I-I wanna… I wanna-“ you released your hold on his head, letting him swiftly, yet visibly reluctantly, leave the warm embrace your bazongas had given to his face.

“You wanna what baby?” You smirked down at him in amusement as his mouth opened and closed in desperate attempts to speak, small gasps only escaping for a short amount of time.

“W-wanna… wanna… wanna get ‘tit job mistress! Wan-want you to put y-your, mmmnhgaah, your t-t-tits ‘round my cock ‘n squeeze ‘em! Ngaah!”

You chuckled. Look at him, already in euphoria and you weren’t even touching him. I guess just the idea and potential opportunity for him was enough to get his cock pulsing painfully.

“Oooh, little Ten-Ten wants a tit job? Well, ok! Because you’ve been such a good boy-“ his cock visibly twitched “-you deserve a little treat. C’mere baby, sit up and let me work my magic~”

He raised up to your level eagerly, but before he could push your breasts down to his waiting cock you grabbed him by the hem of his hoodie and looked at him scornfully.

“But! If you ever forget to say ‘please’ again when begging me for help, I promise you there will be punishments. You’re lucky I’m letting it slide this time. After all, I’d think such naughty, perverted losers would know to take what they can get you cocky bastard.”

Your insults were hollow, you both well knew that. And frankly, they weren’t even that good. But they still excited you both and had shivers going down his spine as he was reminded of your authority.

He nodded submissively, and you loosened your grip before taking your hand off his shirt completely. Then, while still glaring at him in dominance you lowered your chest into his lap, as he let out a high pitched keen at the feeling of your blissfully warm and soft skin surrounding his cock.

They wrapped around his shaft, placing comfortable weight on his sensitive area like a weighted blanket would, and when you squeezed then together created a perfect little pocket for him to hump. Which he did, quite pathetically might I add.

It felt even better than he ever imagined, and he squealed while balling his bedsheets in his hands, jerking his hips up into your chest with such force his tip kept bumping into your chin.

It didn’t take long for him to climax, it never did, but since his dick was still pinned between your breasts, your face took the full impact of his discharge. He held your face up and moaned dramatically, eyes rolling back as he tugged at your hair and drooled in ecstasy. There was, so, so much cum. Again, like usual.

By the end of it, it practically looked like you had had a bowl of ranch dumped on your head. And the feeling of his warm seed drying on your face and the sight of his worn out body collapsing backwards onto your thighs had them rubbing together in excitement.

Oh yes, you’ll be doing this again.

[p-r-art]

Work Baby

Pairing: Tetta Kisaki x Reader

Warning: NWFS, Smut

Form: Oneshot

“Is there anything special coming up today?”

I ask as I move towards the large desk. The blonde-haired one looks up at me. His fingers adjust his glasses.

"The usual. However, tomorrow we have an important meeting with two men. It's about a deal that will make us even bigger."

A dark grin is reflected on his lips.

"I put the meeting in your calendar months ago, so I know it's coming up."

I smile knowingly at him. With another step I go behind his chair. My delicate fingers gently slide from his shoulder down to his chest. I lay my head on his shoulder.

"Without me you wouldn't even know when you have an appointment. You can't do it without me as your right hand."

I giggle in his ear and plant a kiss on his neck.

"I'm Tetta Kisaki baby. I'm not helpless nor do I need your help for such ridiculous appointments."

His hand aggressively grabs my wrist, which is on his chest.

"I know. I just love teasing you Kisaki~"

I sing lightly into his ear.

Kisaki removes my hands from his body and turns to face me in the chair, using his hands to pull me onto his lap. I place my legs on either side of him. To do this, I put my arms on his shoulders and place my hands behind his neck.

"You know you're going to regret talking to me like that, right? Playing games with me all the time will be punished over time."

Kisaki's voice is a low growl that goes straight to my spine and makes me tremble.

"Come yourself, you could stand a little fun."

I say to him playfully.

Although I know full well that I shouldn't push his buttons too much. But I see Kisaki's face soften.

"Little one, you know best of all of us that I want all of Tokyo. I can't allow myself any mistakes or fun."

His right hand grabs my chin and pulls me close to his face.

"Or do you want to be punished if something doesn't work the way I want?"

I feel darkness dripping through his voice. It just makes me imagine what he could do to me.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop."

I pull away from him and admit defeat. My body collapses a little.

"Well I don't want anything to happen to my girl even if I have to take her out."

Light pressure can be felt on the left side of my cheek. It's his lips. Even though Kisaki is heartless most of the time and tries to take over all of Tokyo, he has a very small part of him inside that is soft.

"Do you still need help organizing meetings tomorrow?"

"Yeah, look at this again."

He turns to the desk with me on his lap.

Kisaki grabs a leaf with his large hand and shows me different places.

"See if this is correct. Change it if necessary."

I turn around on his lap, pressing my back against his chest.

Without a word, I get to work and read it. I also make a few notes. I pause in my movements for a moment when I notice two hands waving over my body. One squeezes my plump breast while the second hand pulls up my skirt to get to my panties.

"Kisaki?"

I ask in a shaky voice.

"Continue with your work or do you want to be punished?"

I swallow.

My eyes go back to the paper. I discover another mistake, like before I want to mark it too but my hand starts to shake. Kisaki's left hand, which had previously pulled up my skirt, now pulled my panties to the side. His right hand slowly opens each button of my blouse.

"Did I say you could stop?"

Hot breath hits my throat.

"N-N-No."

I stutter and try to concentrate on the document.

-There are still 5 sentences-

I think to myself

"(Y/N) finish your work. Afterwards get your reward."

His voice contains a hint of amusement but also lust.

I continue writing, but his fingers rub small circles on my clit. I groan. The touch was so unexpected that I dropped the pen.

"Lift up! Carry on!"

I quickly do what he says even if my body has other things planned. Kisaki's fingers rub my clit harder before moving them down to my entrance. They slowly penetrate me.

"Ahh~"

I almost crush the pen as he pumps into me faster, kneading my breast. But I manage to correct the last sentence of the document and then fall back.

"Good girl."

His voice is hoarse.

Kisaki's fingers are still pumping into me. The sounds of my wetness fill the office. He hits my G-spot exactly and makes me cum after all the teasing. I cling to his chair and moan his name loudly. After I come, he pushes me off his lap and onto his desk.

"Time for your reward little one."

Kisaki pulls down my skirt along with my panties. I groan as the cold air hits my pussy. Without wasting any more time he pushes his cock into me. My mouth opens and loud moans come out. Strong and rough, he penetrates me again and again. His hands grip my hips so I'll have bruises next day.

"Kisaki!"

I call out his name as he hits the spot inside me. He leans down and puts his hand around my neck and squeezes a little.

"Good girl. Your pussy is so tight little one. You always take me so well."

His voice is rough and dark.

I tense around his cock and feel myself getting closer.

"Yes cum on my cock."

He hits the spot again and again and stimulates my clit with his other hand.

"Kisaki!"

I moan and scream at the same time as I come and my orgasm washes over me. But he doesn't stop and chases his own orgasm. He twitches inside me and pours his seed inside me.

"Fuck!"

Kisaki moans and stays inside me for a moment before pulling out. His hands grab my body and pull me towards him.

"You always annoy me. Nevertheless, you remain my girl and my right hand. And never dare to betray me."

[scaninforfun]

Our first bull

so way back when we started our bull hunt we found one on bumble we'll call Jam. he was very quiet about his play and his job ment discretion was a must. Bumble doesnt allow naughty pics but his eyes were ... OMG. he was lightskin and had a beautiful smile but with alligator eyes, not green not blue but both too. he was in town for a couple months for training and he was a good conversationalist and had a good sense of humor. he was sexual without rushing it. then we got to exchanging pictures and .... holy sweet mother of cocks... admittedly there was some trepidation. and some jokes. but that smile and those eyes and that conversation. so we set up a meeting. the dress was a slim snug fitting dress with slits up the hips and underneath a cage lingerie set that left everything bare and ready, if albeit nervous about that cock. we met and quickly were in the hotel room and i set up the phone so j could watch later. i felt myself sliding around the bed like a cat with a toy. soon he released it...the pictures did not lie. so pretty, so big. i did my best to suck it but theres a limit to every throat, but still it grew both infront of my eyes and in my mouth, this would be a challenge, but defiantly a good one. to my surprise (and if i didnt have the video i wouldnt belive it) i took it all down my throat. his hands on me were firm but soft, he wanted pussy. i bent over and he eased in... then i was used to that beast and he started pounding. god it felt good, just slamming over and over, he damn near climbed on me to get even deeper hitting all my spots. then we moved so J could see my tits while i got pounded and i was in a daze, god that was a great cock attached to an awesome person (perfect combo). soon we tired for a moment and he laid back on the bed (he earned a rest) and i again took him in my mouth. tasting both of us and feeling that massive throbbing cock against my lips and tongue was a delight but a short lived one, we both wanted that feeling in other places. i climbed him and slowly lowered myself onto him. i rode and grounded against him shoving that beast in all those deep spots till i shivered and then he took control again.

he put me on my back and spread my legs before driving into me. oh god. so rough, so hard, so fucking great. just no stop hammering my poor pussy till finally he came. oh god, so much fucking cum. i was so glad he had a clean test and we could leave the magnums on the side table but he wasnt done.... he bent me over again and started his "climbing fuck". just fucking pounding me with those long deep hard strokes till to my suprised i felt that warm flood again... back to back cumming. fuuuuuuuck yes. we laid on the bed and paused the video, we talked some more, more jokes. that smile and those eyes...fuuuuck he was sexy and cute and sweet. then i saw that beast rising again... he took me and bent me over the hotel table and pressed record and again pounded the fuck out of me while i tried not to collapse and fall off the table. my face contorted and i went through even more orgasms (i fucking lost count before he came the first time) and he just kept pounding as i rode wave after wave till one last time... the flood. the warm rush as he filled my stuffed pussy with ANOTHER full cum load (someone had oysters for lunch or something). after some more talking and joking we parted, i mustve looked a mess as i left the hotel because the looks i got snicker fucking prudes. when i got home i was told not to shower but i did brush my hair and grab a drink while my J watched the video.... then i got mounted and fucked again, and again. 5 cumloads, 2 guys, and a pussy that was shivering from all the attention. that was the first bull i played with