#f/o: barley

[smittenpuppy]

help i’ve fallen (for another guy) and i don’t wanna get up

[starstruckloves]

Since it’s Christmas, (also, happy holidays to anyone who doesn’t celebrate, i hope you have a wonderful day as well 🫶 !!!!) imagine you have an f/o where it’s their first time celebrating Christmas. They’ve been so in the spirit with wrapping gifts and decorating and making gingerbread, they are just loving all this stuff! Then, it’s finally Christmas morning.

You’re laying all bundled up in your bed with blankets, the white snow slowly fluttering down to the streets. Though, it’s not long before you’re being shook awake, a sweet voice next to your ear whispering for you to wake up. As you groggily turn over, you spot your f/o with the most excited look, possibly already dressed as well. At first, you stare in drowsy confusion until they quickly remind you that it’s Christmas! They must have been waiting so long to spend time with you. Even if you guys decided not to get gifts this year or to do much at all actually, they just want to be with you during what some people call the jolliest time of the year… and that just warms your heart <3

[onwardmagicprincessselfship]

What would your S/O’s have planned for Valentine’s Day?

Barley - a beautiful bouquet of flowers for me and two boxes of Valentine’s Day chocolates (one for him and one for me)

Tylor - a box of special heart shaped Valentine’s Day donuts for us to share

Thor - would absolutely have no clue at first what Valentine’s Day is so he’ll seek “earth holiday expertise” yet again from his Asgardian of the Galaxy friend Star-Lord and at least makes an effort to make an Asgardian-style Valentine’s Day celebration for me

Snotlout - Being a big show off for me at that one dragon tournament with the sheep as he catches said sheep and after the tournament uses that “sheep trophy” and paints a big pink heart painted on it just for me

[anoddopal]

31 minutes into overtime and chill and she starts begging any higher power that’s listening to send in her F/O(s) to rescue her. 💀

[chaotic-mystery]

Consider It a Favor || J.M.

Summary: Your AC breaks in your car and the one person around to help is your neighbor, Mr.Miller. (No outbreak!Joel miller x f!reader)

Content Warnings: 18+ as always, MDNI. Age gap (Not specified but I put Sarah in college) DILF Joel mowing his lawn, reader is able-bodied and is wearing a swim suit/coverup, reader has hair Joel can pull, kissing, swearing, (1) blowjob, size kink go brrr, pet names (good girl, sweetheart, baby) facedown ass up, babey, a little manhandling, unprotected penetration (don't look at me okay, the whore in me jumped out), dirty talk, Joel hyping up his ego, pussy ownership, creampie, a little glimpse of aftercare and what really happened to your AC.

Authors Note: This is my own submission for Summer Lovin' 24! We had a blast making this and I will def do another in the future. Ali, you are an absolute beast for making all of these moodboards, thank you bby. As always, go check out everyone else's submissions, Ali's been on top of it with the masterlist so you can find them all in one place over at @pedgito🖤 (Also are we surprised I'm posting this late? No)

|| wc: 3.4k || Dividers by me || Masterlist ||

There he was again, Mr.Miller in the front of his house mowing away at the barley grown grass with nothing but gray shorts on and his shoes, the sweat glistening in the sun over his shoulders. You knew it was wrong to look at your neighbor like this but how could you help yourself when he was so irresistible?

He didn’t have a problem with you staring either, he never told you to stop or that it made him feel weird. Having the attention of a woman made him feel good, especially when she was younger than him. It let him know he still had it in him.

“Hi Mr.Miller!” You try shouting over the roaring lawn mower but it was no use. He keeps walking up and down near the sidewalk, making sure he doesn’t miss an inch. If you didn’t get going now, you were never going to make the beach party you got invited to earlier. Making your way down the stairs of your wooden deck and sneaking glances at him every few steps to your car, you smile to yourself imagining him at the beach, laying on his stomach to tan that beautiful back.

Fading back into reality, you realize he was standing in front of you  snapping and waving his fingers to get your attention. 

“How’s it goin’ sugar? Doin’ okay in this heat?” 

“O-oh! Yeah, I’m just on my way to the beach now. Grass looks really good, can I pay you to cut my dads?” You joke and point behind you to the taller grass that didn’t look so bad before Joel cut his. 

“No, c’mon don’t start that shit. Well I’ll let you get goin’. I’m fixin’ to finish this yard anyway.” 

He waves goodbye and you stand up straight to look your best for his last glance at you, something to hopefully think about when he’s finishing his grass. Flipping over the engine as soon as you get inside, you roll the windows down to let the warm air out and you blast the AC to cool down. Something felt off though, the car was making a weird sound and the air wasn’t getting cold like it usually did. Frustrated and hot, you get back out and slam the door shut, walking in front of the hood to open it. Joel notices you get out and he turns to watch you, his brows knitting together in confusion.

“Everything okay, darlin?” He wipes his hands on his shorts as he walks over to you. 

“No, my goddamn AC won’t work right and I don’t know why but I can’t drive there without it, I would actually rather eat a jean jacket.”

He laughs and shakes his head before walking over to the driver side door, climbing in to stick his hand in front of the air vent. Feeling for himself firsthand the disgustingly warm air that was hotter than satan's asshole, Joel walks back to the hood and rests his hand along the top of it, his arm stretched up over his head. 

“I can take a look at it if you want? Probably won’t make it to the beach today but I can try like hell.”

“Are you sure? I have some cash inside the house to pay you. Hold on, let me go grab it.” You sprint towards the front door of the house and pat down the pockets of your skimpy coverup for the sound of the jingling keys. “Hey Joel, do you see my house keys in my car on the seat?”

“Let me look, sweetheart.” He opens the passenger side door and glances around on the passenger seat, not a single nickel key anywhere in sight. This was perfect, just perfect. You locked yourself out and you’re stuck outside in your swimsuit under the see through cover up you just had to wear instead of wearing normal clothes like every other person ever. 

“No! No key!” He shouts from your car and gets out, shaking his head side to side in case you didn’t hear him. 

Fuck. What were you going to do now? No one else was going to be home until later tonight, window climbing was out of the question, the back screen door had a wooden pole in the track to keep people from breaking in when you weren’t using it, there were no options but to hang out with Joel. You didn’t mind, but dressed like this? What would the neighbors think considering how nosy they are and the neighbor across the street who Joel briefly had a thing with. No one knew about that but you, thank god for late night trips to sit on the roof and smoke, right? You get to hear everything when it’s quiet.

Joel shuts the hood and gets back in the driver's seat, the door latching softly behind him. His big hand grabs the back of the passenger seat headrest as he reverses out of your driveway with the other one hand on the wheel, spinning it in such a controlled way it weirdly turns you on seeing him drive like that. He pulls into his garage and shuts off the engine before tucking the keys in the sun visor. He chuckles at the key to keychain ratio you have on the worn out carabiner, the red paint scratched all over and showing the silver metal under it.

”So, turns out I locked myself out of my house…this is just great.” You scratch your forehead in frustration and sigh. If you were just paying attention to what you were doing when you were leaving you wouldn’t have locked yourself out and you wouldn’t be out here half naked with Joel. You fling the trunk open and start to look for extra clothes, anything to put on to be a little more presentable and not have the neighbors question your entire life.

The options were slim pickings. A choice between wearing a hoodie in 100 degree weather, a safety vest you swore you needed to buy the other day, and someone’s jeans that weren’t your size at all. 

“What are you doin’ back there?” 

“Looking for something to put on because I look crazy.” 

A sigh of relief washes over you as you find all the way in the corner of the trunk, an oversized gray t-shirt you didn’t even remember owning. The band printed on the front was so faded out by now you couldn’t tell who was even on it. 

Pulling the cotton fabric over your swimsuit and shimming your cover up down your legs until you’re able to step out of it, you toss it in the trunk before you slam it shut and grab a seat next to the oscillating fan he has going. The semi cool air blows your scent right in his direction and he tries to act normal about the smell of your perfume mixed with sunscreen. He yanks the short stool over to him and the wheels wobble as it rolls fast towards him and he sits down with his flashlight in his other hand, inspecting what could be the issue. The heat was starting to get to you and your head was pounding, ringing with a sharp headache. 

“Sweetheart, come hold this light for me, would you please?” 

“Y-yeah, absolutely.” 

You stand up a little too eagerly and walk over to where he was in front of the car. Joel’s hand brushes against yours as he holds out the black flashlight, his dark brown eyes glancing up at yours as soon as your skin touches. It was something you’d never felt before. Maybe it was because he was so much older and it was wrong to feel this way about your neighbor. Maybe it was the excitement of knowing you’d be thinking about this later when you were home and by yourself, taking care of this aching feeling that was growing between your thighs. 

“Point it up just a little bit more, yeah right there. Good girl.” 

At this point he has to know what he was doing to you, the smirk on his lips was a dead give away. He saw the way your eyes widened just enough to make his breath catch in his throat, but he couldn’t act on it. Not yet, at least. He grunts and groans as he starts to move stuff and loosen nuts, the same sounds you imagine echo off his bedroom walls when he’s taking care of himself. He seems like a moaner when he’s jerking off, with such a big house and just one person living there now, there was no way he was a silent masturbater. 

A few hours passed and your hair was sticking to the nape of your neck, completely drenched in sweat. He ended up finding the problem and fixing it just like that. He must know what he’s doing because he found the problem fast…a little too fast.

“Thank you, Mr.Miller, I really appreciate it. Do you have something I can drink?” 

“Oh, shit! I’ve got lemonade inside, c’mon. Ladies first.” 

Joel stands up and lets you walk past before he’s behind you, watching your amazing ass move as you walk up the two little steps to go inside the house. His hand reaches up to the wall and presses on the white button to close the garage door. Seeing the inside of his house was new to you, you’d only seen what you could inside by the front door when you walked by. The tan walls lead you to the kitchen and he points to the white counter island. 

“Sit and wait for me right here, I’ll get ya some lemonade and we can cool off.” 

His finger points to the small barstool tucked under the counter and you straddle the leather top, your ass looking so tempting. The air blows through the vent next to your leg and you shiver slightly as it kisses your warm leg, your nipples hardening under your shirt. Joel walks over to your side and stands close, the lemonade glass clinking against the counter when he sets it down. 

“So what do I owe you?” You ask, taking a sip of lemonade.

“Nothin’ consider it a favor.” 

“Are you sure?” 

You didn’t want it to just be a favor, but if he wanted to play that game, you could too. 

“More than sure, sweetheart.” 

Joel’s waist is so close to brushing against your arm, it was killing you not to move just the slightest to feel him on you. You look up at him and roll your eyes slightly. 

“What was that for?” He asks, his brows knitting together in confusion. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The smirk grows wider on your face before you turn the stool forward but Joel’s hand comes to your neck, right underneath your hair, and he grasps firmly before he guides you to look at him once more. 

“Think you know exactly what I’m talkin’ about.”

His words were breathy, as if he’s running out of time to talk and his lips crash onto yours. Joel’s mustache pokes against your lip as you kiss him deeper before pulling away, standing with your back against the counter, Joel right in front of you with his hands on his hips. 

“I um, I didn’t mean to do that. I don’t know what I was thinking.” Joel looks around the kitchen as if his excuse is written out on the walls for him. 

“I won’t tell anyone, I promise. You can trust me, Mr.Miller.” 

The innocent smile you flash at him causes him to chuckle and shake his head at you. Joel crosses his arms over his chest and gives a pause before responding. 

“You’re trouble, you know that? Come here.” His finger signals for you to come closer and you happily oblige. Joel’s hands squeeze your hips before his right one travels up to your neck, gripping firmly so you can’t wiggle away.

“Tell me, princess…is that what you want? You want me to bend you over the couch, touch you until you can’t take it, shove my cock in your pretty little mouth?”

Full body chills wash over you. Jesus christ, he was good. Looking at him in his eyes once more, the true nature of Joel Miller was coming out to play. The man who pretended to be an innocent, quiet neighbor, was actually just an older man who wanted to fuck you just as much, if not more than you wanted him to. A wolf in sheep's clothing.

“That’s exactly what I want. More than anything.” You grab his forearm and rub softly before following down to his hip. 

It was driving him crazy the way you were toying with the waistband of his gray shorts, the anticipation was killing him. Joel lets go of your neck and nods his head to the floor, wanting you to get on your knees in front of him. When you kneel down and sit patiently, his shorts fall right to his feet, hardened cock springing out in front of you. 

“I don’t think this is gonna fit, Joel.” 

“It’s okay, don’t worry; I’ll make it fit. Open your mouth, sweetheart.” 

Joel waits until your lips part and your tongue sticks out before smacking the tip of his cock against the wetness pooling on your tongue. His groans fill your ears like a symphony and you swear you’ve died and gone to heaven. His cock wasn’t even inside you yet and you were already so wet for him, you could feel it all over the inside of your swimsuit bottoms. You grab the base and begin sucking, taking your time so your lips run slowly over every vein, every inch of skin his cock has to offer.

The amazing work you were doing with your mouth causes him to grunt and buck his hips, ever so slightly face fucking you until he looks down with his teeth clenched from the pleasure. 

“God damn, you can take it deep. Nasty little one. Doin’ even better than I imagined.” 

The bell goes off in your head and you slowly take his cock out of your mouth and look up at him with a grin on your face. 

“You think about what it would be like to get a blowjob from me?” 

Joel scratches his beard and looks away from you so you don’t see the blush creeping on his face. 

“I do, every night. You don’t make it easier on me when I see you outside half naked because it’s so hot out, your tits spilling out of your top. You’re so fucking beautiful, sweetheart.” 

Now it was your turn to feel the heat rising in your cheeks. You always wondered if he noticed your outfits and he was giving you answers you never thought you’d get. You continue working your tongue from his balls all the way to the tip of his cock, swirling your tongue over the tip and getting any precum dripping out from the way you had him going. His hand runs through your hair and wraps around it, tugging everytime your tongue brushes over the sensitive spot right under the tip. 

“Get up, I can’t take this anymore. I need to fuck you, I need to feel what it’s like inside you.”

He helps you up and walks you over to the black leather couch tucked right under the big picture window in the living room, tossing you down onto the cushions and pulling your ass up into the air with your back arched. He watches as the swim fabric reveals your glossy cunt with the help of Joel pulling the bottoms down just to sit right below your ass.

“Are you ready to be a good girl for me?” Joel grabs your hips and leans over you, cupping your breasts and toying with a nipple as he grinds his cock against your ass waiting for your approval. 

“Y-yes, Joel. I want you to stretch me out. Give it all to me, please.” 

That was enough for him to push his thick cock deep inside you and for a moment your eyes rolled back into your skull. It was one thing having it down your throat but it was another when it feels like it's tearing you in two. Joel’s big hand spreads on your lower back as he drives himself deeper into you, giving you a moment of time to adjust to him before he starts thrusting. 

“Fuck you’re so tight, already squeezing around me. You like that, baby?” His hips slam into you with a rhythmed pace and he grabs your wrists, pinning them to your back while he goes faster. 

Joel’s balls pat against your ass with the speed he’s going and his grunts fall into sync with yours. The two of you start to move against each other and Joel pins your arms tighter to your back to keep himself steady. This was everything you wanted and more and the way your tummy was doing flips, you knew he was ruining you and this wasn’t just a one time thing. 

“Oh my god, Mr.Miller please, go harder, please. Spank me.” 

Joel’s ears perk up and he doesn’t let your arms fall to your side. He holds your wrists with one hand and begins to slap your ass, groaning with every connection his palm makes with your cheeks. You lose count after the fourth one and continue to moan Joel’s name, your pussy aching from the contact.

“I think you’re gonna get me addicted to this pussy, sweetheart. Gonna have to come over again so you can make yourself feel good on my cock, you like the sound of that, baby? I hope I ruin guys your age for you so you only want an older man deep inside you.”

You whine out and the building feeling in your tummy continues and Joel’s words almost push you over the edge. His hand lets go of your wrists and grasp firmly on your hips, slamming your body back against his. 

“I can feel you wanting to come. Is that right? Tell me who this pussy belongs to, sweetheart. Tell me” he growls and spanks you.

Your teeth clamp together as you try not to come yet but he makes it hard with the way he’s plowing into you. Gripping onto the cushion next to you, you try to answer but his moans catch you off guard and make you lose focus.

“C’mon, baby. Tell me who this pussy belongs to and I’ll let you come.” 

Joel spanks your ass again and it brings you enough momentum to respond.

“It’s-fuck-it’s yours Joel. This pussy is yours, all yours I swear.” 

The groan he pulls deep from his sternum is exactly what you need to send you over, dissolving into pleasure underneath Joel. He doesn’t stop thrusting inside of you as he finds it fascinating to watch you squirm and choke out broken moans of his name.

“It’s okay, I got you baby. I’ve got you.” He pants out and soon he’s following you, shooting his load of cum deep inside you. The two of you whimper soft nothings as you come down off your high and Joel catches his breath while he goes soft inside you, the living room falling quiet now. 

As you lay there in a daze with Joel getting off of you, he gives you another moment before he helps you up and fixes your swimsuit bottoms to where they should be sitting. You fix your hair to not look so crazy and turn around to look outside the window and over to your driveway, no one home yet. 

“Joel, would it be okay if I took a nap? You kinda wore my ass out.” You laugh and rest your head on his shoulder. 

“Yeah, absolutely. I won’t uh, I won’t make you sleep on the couch though. C’mon, come sleep in my bed. I’ll make us somethin’ to eat.” He kisses your forehead and walks you to his room. The blue walls and gray sheets invite you in and you’re drawn to his bed immediately. The pillows still fluffed and mangled from him sleeping earlier in the morning but you couldn’t wait to lay on them. He gets you all cozy and in his spot he sleeps and kisses you once more. 

“I’ll come get you when the food is done. Also, sorry I ruined your AC but at least I fixed it!” He says quickly and disappears down the stairs. 

[pure-vanilla-lilies]

Dark Cacao Cookie Smut Alphabets

A) Aftercare:

Dark Cacao Cookie gives out really great aftercare, from back massages to herbal baths to herbal teas. He wants to make sure that his partner is alright

B) Body Part:

Their favorite body part on himself is definitely his eyes and his favorite part on his partner is their eyes. He really does like his partner eyes for sure

C) Cum:

Dark Cacao Cookie cums about four cups of semen each round, he’s very pent up for sure. But his cum does taste like bitter chocolate for sure :)

D) Dirty Secret:

It’s nothing special but Dark Cacao Cookie enjoys a little bondage. For in the bedroom or for decoration. He wouldn’t mind if his partners tied him up

E) Experience:

Dark Cacao Cookie is pretty experienced in the bedroom, he maybe a cold hearted king. But he is definitely experienced

F) Favorite Position:

Dark Cacao Cookies favorite position is missionary, he’s really old fashioned but he loves staring into his partner eyes whenever he has sex for sure

G) Goofy:

Dark Cacao Cookie is very serious in the bedroom, for one reason he don’t want to hurt his partners for sure. He can be a softy too but that’s for later on :3

H) Hair:

Dark Cacao Cookie does groom daily maybe twice a week for sure.

I) Intimacy:

This is the side you’ll see for Dark Cacao Cookie, he maybe romantic in the bedroom but he’s a cold king in public.

J) Jack Off:

Dark Cacao Cookie don’t masterbate that much because he thinks it’s very messy. But in reality, he just makes a very messy mess.

K) Kink:

Dark Cacao Cookie isn’t very kinky, pretty much vanilla but he does have a few favorite kinks he has:

-Daddy Kink

-Biting Kink / Marking Kink

-Lingerie

L) Location:

Dark Cacao Cookie has two favorite places to have sex. One is in the bedroom & second is in the throne room (it happens when no one is there or around)

M) Motivation:

What turns Dark Cacao Cookie on, if his partner goes down on their knees and give him a blow job for working hard. It definitely turn him on for sure

N) No:

Dark Cacao Cookie won’t do anything that involves hurting his partners (anything like knife play to breath play) that’s just out of the question!

O) Oral:

Dark Cacao Cookie prefers giving than receiving, he wants his partners to feel good especially when there alone

P) Pace:

Slow and Steady is what Dark Cacao Cookie prefers, he not taking any chances on hurting his partners

Q) Quickie:

Dark Cacao Cookie is iffy on quickies, sure he likes them when he’s busy but all the time is eh

R) Risk:

Dark Cacao Cookie is up for experimenting but nothing that hurt his partners

S) Stamina:

Dark Cacao Cookie can go up to two rounds, sometimes three if he’s very pent up

T) Toys:

Dark Cacao Cookie don’t own toys, but if his partner does own some. He’ll definitely use them on them

U) Unfair:

Dark Cacao Cookie is a huge tease for sure but not to the point of his partner getting upset at him

V) Volume:

Dark Cacao Cookie isn’t very vocal, soft grunts could be could but that’s all you being hearing from him

W) Wild Card:

Not to mention but Dark Cacao Cookie enjoys seeing his partner is very revealing lingerie sets. Especially sets that barley cover anything up

X) X-Ray:

Dark Cacao Cookie is about 6.2 inches for sure, for sure your ain’t walking in the morning

Y) Yearing:

Dark Cacao Cookie sex drive is pretty low, but he does help if his partners are needy and need to let some steam off

Z) Zzz:

Dark Cacao Cookie does sleep after his partner is taken care of. He wants to make sure that there okay

[pascalions]

BODY ELECTRIC

( PRE )OUTBREAK!DBF JOEL X F!READER

WARNINGS : infidelity, age-gap ( 22 y-o reader ), unprotected P in V sex, mutual pinning, breeding kink, riding, truck sex, forced orgasm, fingering, dub-con, Joel’s a bit of a perv but not to much. Not much dirty talk in this one. Pet names ( sweetheart, etc. ) Shy reader (barley talks in this)

SUMMARY : leaving for college seemed fun but falling into the wrong friend group never crossed your mind, so when you’re left stranded at a club there’s really only one person you’re able to call, especially when your parents are out of town,

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YOU TRIED TO IGNORE THE SIGNALS BUT THIS ONE WAS PROBABLY ONE YOU COULDN’T. They had left you stranded in the club to go home with different guys they met but hey that was them, always leaving you out. You felt chills run in your legs all the way to the back of your neck as you stepped out of the bar, it was full of sweaty horny dry humping bodies and you weren’t in the mood to have fun. Especially after you got ditched. But you didn’t need those girls, you were pretty sure one of the dads was sleeping with the dean of the school but you wouldn’t bother to tell her, you didn’t know if they’d talk to you when you went back but you could care less right now. You just wanted to go home.

You were near your hometown because college wasn’t that far but still a decent trip, but the one weekend you were closer to home your parents had left. Well your dad and his terrible wife, she was a whole different story but the reason your dad and Joel had became friends was because their wives were best friends. Both terrible wives, but you couldn’t judge because you didn’t have that much knowledge in the relationship department. It was a choice though, you couldn’t be bothered that much, especially when your type was more the teacher than the students.

You only had one choice at this point and you stood in the middle of the dark street with echoes of music as a passing car arrived here and there. There was a looming thought in your head but you shut your eyes and pressed the caller ID. It wasn’t that you hated him, or didn’t like him. That was the issue- you liked him way too much. He was married and you babysat Sarah for gods sake.

You put the phone to your ear sitting on a lone bench as the streets were barley lit but people were inside the clubs at the small bars. You glanced at the spot you and your “friends” had parked and the car was gone making you sigh as you tried to keep your body heat in the small thin dress you had on. You had began to rethink every choice you made as you refused to let your eyes water over something so stupid. The phone ran a few times and you thought you were shut out of luck.

“Hello?”

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The headlights had you squinting as you had almost drifted off on the bench, the music was still blaring down the street from the club you exited and you picked up your small clutch that had your phone and pepper spray in it and walked over to the truck that stopped a few feet in front of you. When you stood up to walk over to the car Joel got a good look at, a really good look actually. He didn’t understand how someone he used to watch had this type of effect on him 20 years later, he unlocked the door as you reached it and sent him a thankful smile but he could see right through it.

“Hey Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” He asked as you finally got situated in the large comfortable truck seat. As soon as you closed the door you sighed leaning back into the leather thankful it’s was cool in the truck. You glanced over at him but like always you could never look him in the eye, not matter what, it was like if you did he’d see that you still had that same crush on him that you had long ago.

“My friends.” You mumbled. The word came out like a jeer and he shifted gears on the truck before starting to drive. He wasn’t driving fast or eager to get home, it was more like a drive to allow conversation to drag on. “They ditched me, left me at the club.” You added a bit quieter, when you said it aloud it sounded childish to be so mad about it and you didn’t wanna be judged. Especially by Joel. If you needed validation the only one you’d allow was his.

“ ‘m sorry sweetheart, they don’t know what they’re missin’ out on.” His eyes fluttered to your body nearly short stopping when he noticed the cold air had caused your nipples to poke at the fabric leaving a pretty clear indentation. You seemed to have no idea as you stared at the trees that lined the dark nearly pitch black road.

After a moment of silence you looked over at him while he drove, his arms pushing against the tight sleeves of the shirt he wore. “Thanks for picking me up, sorry if I woke you.” You always apologized even if it wasn’t your fault- you just couldn’t help it. Joel looked over at you waving you off. “ it’s no problem I wasn’t sleepin’ anyway.”

You smiled sheepishly as he continued. “How’s college besides all those girls? Tell me sweetheart you like those college boys?” You were taken off guard at the question, flustered as he smirked so subtly you couldn’t even tell. He wasn’t wrong though, you didn’t know why you simply just couldn’t find yourself being truly attracted to the guys. Scratch that- you knew why you hated college boys, but that didn’t mean all of them were that way. The ones that were nice, seemed to nice, and others thought it was funny to slip a white pill into girls drinks.

All you could give him was a shrug to afraid to open your mouth, he seemed to wreck all your outer walls you built up for college, and for the real world. He seemed to make every word in your brain disappear and he could have you dumb just looking at you. “C’mon tell me the truth.” Even if it was a tease you sucked your lips between your teeth before eventually giving in you’d at least try to not be awkward.

“Not really my type.” You wondered if that seemed to forward, you didn’t want it to seem like you were hinting but when he turned to look at you, your cheeks felt hot. “No- I mean, I don’t like them. I didn’t mean that as like-“ He actually laughed at your stumble over the way you worded it and his hand fell to your leg. “I’m just messin’ with you sweetheart. Your dads out of town and I’m sure Melissa wouldn’t mind.” Melissa was his wife, the horrid one that seemed to get along with your step mother.

You cringed lightly and scooted in your seat but his hand just tightened on your leg. He didn’t seem to be bothered by it so why were you? “Oh- I don’t know. I really don’t wanna be a bother.” Lie. If you spent the night there you were sure to just get roped back into a crush that had you eating ice cream in front of the TV crying when he told your dad he was marrying Melissa.

“Nonsense, it’ll be fine.” He said taking a turn down the road that went through the backroads to the neighborhood. You didn’t know if he knew you knew it was the longer way but either way you didn’t mind. Your clutch tumbled off the seat onto the floor and the contents fell out, reaching over you hadn’t realized your dress scooted up as you reached over and down to gather it. Joel saw the small black thing you were wearing under the dress and you sat up quickly pulling your dress down looking over at Joel’s face.

Something had changed in the air a while ago but, now it was obvious. “Sorry I-“ You shook your head as Joel’s foot eased off the gas slowing down but still gliding down the road. “You don’t have to cover up f’me sweetheart. Nothin’ I haven’t seen before.” He let it slip and he didn’t even care, you weren’t clued into the fact that he could see your bedroom window from his living room window. He’d stay up late just to watch you change, watching the way you inched out of your pants. Unaware your blinds were open.

You froze turning to him forgetting about everything on the floor as your face looked like a confused dear. Doe eyes all confused as his voice came out darker than you expected, opening your mouth a small breath escaped. “Mr. Miller?” You asked as his eyes stayed zeroed in on your face. “Joel, sweetheart, Joel.”

“Joel.” Maybe it was the small amount of alcohol you had, or the pent up everything but you shifted in your seat legs subtly pinching together. “What- did you mean by that?” You almost sounded scared but it made Joel grin, the car pulled over to the side of the road and the headlights dimmed almost making everything pitch black. You knew the effect he had on you but lord you never expected things to take this turn.

“You like to be watched don’t you? Hm? Leavin’ the blinds open, hopin’ someone would look.” The deep tone of his voice seemed to make the dark have a new chill. The chill traveling all over your body, deep down had you done it on purpose? “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” It was small and almost a whisper, but it was raspy and you had no idea when your mouth went dry. Joel seemed to be leaning forward and your breathing was picking up. Chest heaving up and down as his large hand cradled the back of your head pulling you closer and before you even really could comprehend this was happening you felt his lips on yours.

You thought for a second you were hallucinating and someone did slip something into your drink but when he pulled away for a mere second noses almost touching you reached forward deciding to take the chance and he almost smiled into your mouth as your lips meshed. His tasted of mint, like he had been preparing for bed.

To him, god, your lips were softer than he could’ve imagined. They tasted like fruity alcohol but he didn’t care, secretly even if he knew this was way beyond the line of taboo he couldn’t help himself. You were just so perfect to him, all the time, all thoughts of anything else went away. His tongue slid at your bottom lips and you allowed it, you let the feeling consume you. You’d worry about the questions and the problems later.

You pulled back for air and he wasted no time in helping you over the center console, the seat was large but his built frame left small room for your thighs to straddle him before your lips were back on his. His hand tangled in your hair before he pulled it back causing your head to tilt up, breathing erratically as he kissed down your neck. You could feel the tight denim pushing against you, you couldn’t help the small rock of your hips that caused him to let out a small groan and kissed you on the lips harder this time.

His large hands snaked up your thighs sliding your dress up with it as his thumb ran over the thin lace covering your clit. The connection made you jerk a bit and he teased you, he was enjoying every moment of it. Just rubbing his thumb skimming over it until he heard the sweet whimper passing through your lips. “What’s wrong hm?” He asked watching struggle to form the words.

“Please- mh.” Your words slurred together as he pressed hard on your clit, the throbbing only seemed to intensify. “Joel.” The way you whined his name almost in a whisper, how could he deny you of what you both wanted. “Don’t need these anymore.” He mumbled as he pulled at the small silver ring that connected the thong on each side. It broke apart snapping quite easily and it dropped around your thigh sliding as far as it could go.

“Don’t know how long I’ve been waitin’ for this sweetheart.” Joel said equally as dark as his eyes watched yours darken in something he hasn’t seen before. But he liked it. He liked the thought of ruining you, fucking you till your eyes watered and the only thing you could remember was his name. You wanted to talk, and he could see you wanted too but he found pleasure in the way your mouth opened to form words but you seemed to fall short each time he touched you.

He leaned back in his seat a bit and adjusted his legs. “Turn around.” You were a bit confused, the lust clouding your mind but you complied like the good girl you always were. Leaning against his chest as you shifted in his lap with his erection digging into your ass. Your dress was mid-way up your torso as he hooked his legs between yours before spreading your legs wide open.

The cold air in the truck caused you to shiver, your hand reaching behind you to hold onto his neck. He grabbed your hand kissing it as he placed it on his neck. One hand reached around your body and went straight to your clit rubbing small circles loving the way you seemed to squirm.

His palm slid down rubbing harshly as a moan let itself out and he slid two fingers down your slick folds. He did it two more times before sliding one finger in, groaning at the way your walls held onto his finger. God, you were tight, but he adored it. Slipping his finger out and bag in he felt your nails dig into the base of his neck. “ S’tight, just gonna stretch you out for me.”

His words had you whimpering his name and you felt a burning stretch. You weren’t a virgin but it had been a while, the stretch seemed to burn for a minute before you attempted to look down seeing him two fingers deep inside you. Thumb rubbing your clit adding to the impending pleasure. His free hand came up and pushed the hair that had fallen in your face back. “See baby look at how good you take my fingers. Imagine how good you’ll take me.” You felt tight pressure in your lower gut and your hips subconsciously moved with his hand.

“I’m- Joel-“ He watched you writhe as he picked up his pace and felt the faint sting of your nails scratching his neck slightly. Your head dropped to his shoulder as his hand moved to the top of your dress pulling it down allowing your breasts to fall free from the tight cloth. Facing the cold air they immediately hardened and his hand punched and rubbed over your nipple as you felt the coil tighten to its last point. Turning to him, he was watching your face contort into pleasure before he seemed to pick up a higher pace wanting to see the pleasure in your face as you came on his fingers.

Your eyes pinched shut as his lips clashed into yours, tongue and teeth full of lust as you came and your moans drowned out by his mouth. You wanted so badly to close your legs but he kept them pried apart. He let go of your lips lighting biting your lower one as you whimpered at the way he purposely rubbed over your clit.

He had turned you around almost effortlessly and your legs were almost weak at how quickly he undid his belt with a single hand. His cock was thick and leaking precum, in as much agony as the man. He was big, and you were sure it was gonna hurt. You weren’t sure if it was gonna fit, and your face must’ve betrayed your inner dialogue as he chuckled. Free hand coming up to brush your cheek. “ S’gonna fit, we’ll make sure of it.”

Your phone buzzed excessively but it was drowned out by the noise of small whispering between the both of you. You thought if you spoke out loud maybe you’d snap out of whatever dream you’d been having- the very explicit and detailed dream.

A car drove by, headlights illuminating its path and your head instinctively hid in Joel’s shoulder. Even though the windows were fogged you were nervous. And that was what seemed to make you come to your senses as you pushed away from his shoulder, chest heaving as you looked at the side of Joel’s face, what if someone saw? What if someone told…everyone? Was this even okay? He didn’t seem to be paying attention to you, but you didn’t notice through your slight panic of overthinking.

“Joel-mgh!” You have no idea what sound came out of your mouth as without warning he thrusted up filling you to a hilt. Your hand shot out grabbing for anything but it slid down the window and you grabbed for his shoulder. Glancing down, you were fully seated on his cock and when he placed his hand on your stomach that’s when you noticed the bulge.

Your eyes slipped shut and you released a shuttering breath at the feeling, but looking at Joel he almost looked in pain but to him you were- oh- so tight. If you didn’t start moving he’d come quicker than he wanted too, and when you adjusted in your seat his hand tightened on your waist. “Gotta move baby or’m not gonna last.” He rasped as you tested it, pushing up until he was almost all the way out and then dropping yourself back down.

You’ve had sex, but every guy you had sex with with wanted to be on top of you, so being on top was new to you. And you liked it, Joel still had control but being on top while he watched you have you a new feeling - so you did it again and picked up your pace. The feeling of him pressing the bulge had you reeling and he started meeting your movements. The sweet sounds of your moans filled the truck and his ears, mixed with his low groans. The lewd noise of him moving up into you added to the erotic scene inside the truck.

The singular hand stayed on your stomach and the other that was on your thighs slid between your legs rubbing your swollen clit as you watched himself slip in and out of you. You felt his hand leave your stomach and come up behind your neck pulling your head down causing your forehead to lean just below his shoulder. “Look at that, your sweet cunt takes me so well sweetheart.” You whimpered at his voice by your ear.

That tingly feeling started as it intensified when you rocked your hips in a different angle. You picked up confidence in the way his eyes pinched and his head dropped back against the headrest. Beads of sweat trickled down the side of your head and stray hairs stuck to your forehead, he felt your walls tighten around him and he kept giving a little thrust upwards every-time you came back down.

Picking your head up one arm was over his shoulder holding onto the hairs on the back of his head as you pressed your lips against his. A mutual mixture of desire as you felt your abdomen tense and that coil from earlier was back but tightening harder. You pulled back for air as his lips attached themselves to your neck biting down enough to make a whimper come out louder than intended.

His cock was thick and each time he decided to thrust up particularly hard it had a deep spot inside of you that made you black out temporarily, and this time it caused you to explode. Your orgasm hit you hard, lips parting but no sound coming out and body slumping forward, the feeling didn’t wanna leave as he moved his hands to your ass lifting you up and down at a slower pace riding your orgasm out. Your breathing was erratic and somehow your hair managed to frizz as you kissed the side of his mouth before hitting his lips again.

“Thats it such a Good Girl.” The praise came after you pulled away, your head on his shoulder facing his neck as he held you up before he lifted his hips thrusting upwards. One of his hand held you as he kept his rhythm and the other grabbed your chin pulling your face to his. “Look at me.” Your eyes landed on his and he forcefully smashed his lips into your for a quick second before he watched your face contort in blissful pain as you became overstimulated.

You could tell he was close and you glanced down at the lewd connection of your body parts. “Don’t pull out.” It was a shy mumbled but he heard and he smirked at you. “Want me to cum inside your tight cunt? Hm? Whadd’ya think, leakin’ with my cum walkin around with it. Get you all round with my baby, what would your dad think?” The troubling thought as wrong as it was caused you to clench around him and he groaned but a chuckle broke through it.

He hadn’t intended on pulling out anyway, but to hear it leave your lips it spurred him on more and before you knew it- you felt warm inside as he breathed heavily leaning back against his seat still all the way inside of you. Drops of cum leaked out onto your thighs as your head went back to resting against his shoulder.

It was a comforting moment of silence as you both caught your breath before he helped you lean up and he slipped right out, two fingers slid through your folds and collected stray drops of cum pushing them back in and you sucked in a harsh breath, he leaned forward kissing your chest before pulling your dress back up and allowing it to fall back over your most intimate parts, parts he now seen up close and parts he worshiped, parts you wouldn’t mind having touched over and over by him.

He gently helped you back into your seat kissing your forehead as you crossed your legs, when he looked at you the faint blush returned to your cheeks and you couldn’t help the small chuckle that came out your mouth and he smiled at the simple sound leaving your mouth. He grabbed your hand tightly and brought it to the center console still holding it and rested it there as he put the car back in gear and started driving down the road.

The questions you thought about could wait, your mind was still a bit hazy.

You’d just worry about everything by tomorrow.

୭𓄹⩩ ♡̷͎ ˖𓍯ζ

no longer a series ♡̷͎

[hockeyshmockey]

the grudge

summary: in which olivia verstappen can't get over the things her family put her through so easily. max verstappen x sibling!oc

warnings: angst, mentions of neglect and abusive behavior. this is F I C T I O N I just needed to write angst with this song, so forgive me and don't consider any of this fact!!!!!

Olivia Verstappen had been through more in life than many of her peers. Yes, some would say she lived an extravagant life with her father's former career as a driver. Most people saw the nicer houses, the way she and Max had nicer machines than some of the other kids.

What they didn't see was the constant tension in their home. The way their mother had given the two of them to their father for major custody after he yelled, holding in her flinches as she gave in. The times her and Max were punished after an unsatisfactory result in a race.

As a child, Olivia had idolized her big brother. She wanted to go to his races, her mother humoring her, and one day she ended up behind the wheel. When her father saw the way she could almost keep up with her brother, the dollar signs started flashing. And so for a few years, Olivia imagined a dream where she and her brother ended up in Formula 1 together, the first brother and sister racing line up.

It only took about five years until things fell apart. Max and Olivia were with Jos full time, and the mans behavior was getting worse and worse. There were times after a race when Max would win, and Olivia would come second (even racing up in the next age group), and their father would scream at Olivia as Max watched his sister in silence.

Olivia always contemplated calling her mother and asking her to come for her on those nights.

And I try to be tough, but I wanna scream How could anybody do the things you did so easily?

When she was 13, Olivia went to the race track to practice before the first kart race of her season. The owner of the track had seemed shocked to see her, saying he had no equipment ready for her as her father had never called to register her for the upcoming season. Olivia had pedaled her bike home (because Jos could not be bothered driving his daughter the two miles out of the city to the race track), trying to calm the rage in her veins.

Max and her father were watching a race in the living room when she came inside. "You didn't sign me up for my karting season?" Olivia asked with barley a quiver in her voice as the two males looked at her.

"You aren't good enough," Jos said with little care, shrugging as he turned back to the tv. "I'm not spending money on a kid who comes in second place. It's a waste. You're a waste."

Her father didn't see, but Max could clearly see the way Olivia's lip quivered. Tears gathered in her eyes, but the girl took a deep breath, straightened her spine and nodded. She turned on her heel, headed into the bedroom and packed a bag.

That night, she did call Sophie and ask to come home. That would be the last time she would see her father for 6 years, and the beginning of the demise of her relationship with her brother.

And I doubt you ever think about the damage that you did But I hold onto every detail like my life depends on it

"Mijn liefje," a knock came on Olivia's door in her and her mother's apartment while she was getting ready for her graduation from University.

Two years of hard work, and Olivia was graduating with a degree in mechanical engineering. She already had an internship lined up with the Williams' Racing team while she pursued her secondary degree in Engineering and Aeronautics at Oxford.

At her heart, racing was still one of Olivia's passions. And while her opportunity to pursue it as a driver had been ruined by Jos, her heart for the sport remained. And so she had taken the jump, applying with Williams' Engineering department using her mothers last name. Her father was notorious on his own, but with Max now at Red Bull, she wanted to feel as if she made this entrance into the world of F1 on her own merit.

"Ja?" she said as she opened the door to her mother's strained smile. "What's wrong?"

"Your sister just got here," Sophie explained. "But she's brought your brother."

After Olivia left Jos and went back to live with Sophie, she had tried so hard to keep her relationship with Max stable. Her brother was one of her favorite people in the world. But when he had come to see them for the first time after the move, the older boy hadn't been happy to listen to anything Olivia had to say about her choice to leave.

In Max's mind, Olivia had given up. Their father had given her a test, and she had failed. Never did he consider that as hard as Jos was on Max, it was a two fold on Olivia who could never live up to her prodigy brother.

And so over the past 5 and a half years, Olivia and Max hardly saw each other. And when they did, it was clear things were different. Max was resistant to hear Olivia out or try to see things from her side, and Olivia decided to stop trying and just wear a brave face.

"Oh, okay," Olivia shrugged. She didn't know why Vic had brought Max, but the women walked out into the living area to see the two blondes sitting. Victoria leaped up and wrapped her arms around her little sister.

One of the best things to come out of Olivia's return to Sophie's custody and home, was her newfound relationship with Victoria. Living together had brought the two girls closer than before, and Vic was there when Olivia's mental health had been in the toilet after having to talk with Jos over the years.

"Olivia," Max cleared his throat and nodded as Victoria and Olivia pulled apart.

"Max," Olivia half smiled, clasping her hands together to hold back from wrapping her arms around her brother. "I didn't expect you today."

"I didn't know you were graduating," Max said, trying to keep the accusatory tone out of his voice.

"I sent an announcement to you and Dad," Olivia furrowed her eyes, Sophie nodding as she had helped the younger girl address the cards.

"I never got it," Max's lips thinned. "I didn't even know you were in school."

"Let's be honest, when have we talked in the last five years long enough for you to ask," Olivia scoffed as her mother put a hand on her shoulder.

"And you're working at Williams?" Max ran his hands through his hair. "Why are you working for them? They're not a winning team, you should-"

"I don't need to hear that Max," Olivia said calmly. "I don't need to hear about how what I'm doing isn't enough for you, or for our father. Don't worry, he reminds me enough every day for the whole fucking family."

"Olivia," Sophie said sharply as Max looked to her in shock.

"Dad said you two hadn't spoken in a few years," he said.

"No, he calls me about once a month to remind me what a failure he thinks I am," Olivia smiled weakly as Victoria looked at her with pity in her eyes. "It wasn't enough what he did to me those years ago, he's got to make sure he leaves a lasting impression, just in case I ever feel like I'm moving past it all."

I have nightmares each week 'bout that Friday in May One phone call from you and my entire world was changed

Two years pass. Job interviews are had, and it's with the last name Kumpen, that Olivia gets a job with Red Bull Racing after completing her Masters degree. She had spent a season working under the strong female presence of Hannah Schmitz and the legend Adrian Newey, learning more than she ever thought possible, and watching her brother fight and win his first championship.

After the season had ended, Max and Olivia had retreated to Monaco for a few weeks before Olivia would return to the factory for in person work. Jos had come to spend a weekend, and Olivia had put things aside to join him and Max for dinner.

"You know they only hired you because of Max," her father said after they had finished their salads and were waiting for their main course.

"Excuse me?" Olivia asked wide eyed. "They didn't know my last name was Verstappen until a month ago."

"You think they're that stupid?" Jos laughed as he sipped his drink and Max looked away, refusing to meet Olivia's eyes.

"Max?" she asked with dread in her heart.

"I'm sorry," Max shook his head as he watched his sister's heart shatter in front of his eyes. "I mentioned it to Christian. But I knew you would be such an asset. I wanted you on my team."

"More like he didn't think you could get hired somewhere else," Jos scoffed. "F1 isn't for losers. For complainers. You've never had-"

The man was cut off by Olivia standing up. "No," she said lowly. "You don't get to do this to me. You don't get to try to make me feel like this anymore. As far as I am concerned, I am not your daughter. Lose my number, forget me, I don't care. But I never want to see you again."

With that Olivia gathered her bag and walked out of the restaurant. She went to wave her arm for a taxi when she felt a hand encircle her wrist, yanking it free and whipping around to glare at her brother.

"Olivia please-" he began to plead.

"No," she shook her head. "No. I'm done. You knew. I really thought you finally understood how I felt. But then you do this. You take this accomplishment that I was so proud of. I was so proud to think I had finally proved myself. That little girl who was screamed at every time she wasn't good enough. Told she would never amount to anything, I finally felt like she was healed. And you just fucked that up for me."

"Livvy it wasn't like that," Max fell into the use of his old nickname for her. "Please. You did get this job on your own. I promise. Talk to Christian ok? Let him tell you-"

"No Max," Olivia sighed. "No. I can't do this anymore. I really thought this was what I needed to feel healed. To fight with you and win, to get a championship and know that was a way to fulfill my dreams. But being around him every day, being around him at all, thats not something I can do anymore. And as much as I know you see it more now, I don't think you'll ever be able to get out from his thumb and from the weight of his expectations. I love you, but that's not something I can put myself through any longer."

"Livvy what does that mean?" Max asked as she turned back to the street and hailed a cab. "Please. Will I see you in England in a week? Please."

Olivia looked back at him with a sad smile before climbing into the waiting car.

Yeah, I'm so tough when I'm alone, and I make you feel so guilty And I fantasize about a time you're a little fuckin' sorry

"Max, have a good off season?" the reigning world champion was asked in his first media day of the 2021 season.

"Yeah mate," the Dutchman smiled. "Got some good relaxation in. Spent some time in the sim. It was good, but I'm glad to be back." The interviewer asked a few more standard questions out of the way before he dropped the bomb.

"So, we got some information in during testing but things have unfolded since and we wanted to bring it up with you." At the interviewers lead in, Max got hesitant and his media officer creeped closer, ready to intervene.

"It's come to our attention, that your little sister was a Junior Strategist with Red Bull last season," the interviewer asked.

"Ah, yes," Max nodded. "That was her first season with us after she interned with Williams."

"Of course," the man nodded. "Quite impressive, getting to work with Hannah Schmitz and Adrian Newey. Interning with Williams, advanced degree from Oxford. That is some talent."

"It is," Max said proudly. "She's been a star, and I've been so thankful to have her with the team."

"So what do you think about her signing a contract to join Mercedes for the next three seasons to work with Lewis?"

But even after all this, you're still everything to me And I know you don't care, I guess that that's fine

It's 2024.

Things were reversed. In 2020, Olivia had watched wistfully as Max had stood on top of his car, pumping his arms as he won his first WDC. In Abu Dhabi 2024, Max was watching from the second step as Lewis held up his trophy that had won the man his eighth World Championship.

Max held his breath as he looked to the side of the stage as Mercedes sent up a representative to gather the trophy for the constructors. To his surprise it wasn't Toto heading onto the stage, but his baby sister.

His breath stalled in his chest as Lewis and George both hopped of their podiums to wrap their arms around Olivia. His sister had the biggest smile on her face as she accepted their embraces before turning to the officials, and shaking hands as she made her way to the fourth step and the trophy waiting for her.

Three years at Mercedes had turned Olivia into a rising star. She was the second seat on Lewis' pit wall, making several calls that season that had led to Lewis securing a strong lead in the WDC standings. Toto and the team always sang her praises, and Max knew Red Bull regretted the situation that lost her to their biggest rival.

As the British National Anthem began to play, Max caught his sister's eye and smiled, sending her a nod. The girl smiled with her eyes, but he knew things weren't the same.

She wasn't ready to forgive, and she wouldn't ever be able to forget.

It takes strength to forgive, but I'm not quite sure I'm there yet

[onwardmagicprincessselfship]

🥰 Barley and Amelia 🥰

Tagging @zzcorpserosezz @prncsspepermnt and anyone who wants to join

It’s been awhile since I’ve started a picrew trend so let’s begin by making a comeback! Starting with Barely Lightfoot and Vasilisa Valentine!

Everyone is WELCOME to join!

[justlillythinking]

Can you do nsfw alphabet for aged up Lo'ak? Please :)

lo’ak nsfw alphabet

warnings- nsfw,(tw:zesty pose)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

sweet but a little embarrassed 😭 will probably start blushing while the two of you make jokes, but once you go to bed he’s cuddling you and being super affectionate. once you guys have been doing it for a while though he would get more cocky after, smirking at you and stuff but still being super sweet.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

waist, ass and boobs. he’s a simple man

favorite parts of his body are his hands, arms and basically whole upper body.

C = Cum

he definitely likes to cum on your ass or face.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

stole like 2 pairs of your loincloths and jerked off with them and then put them back. when he saw you wearing them he started blushing and left bc he got hard. (he’s so baby girl)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

i’m going to say that i think he is one of those guys that’s very shy at first, insecure because of everyone, including his parents, always thinking he’s less perfect or worse than neteyam. he definitely was super nervous your first time, kept beating himself up over messing up but when you told him it didn’t matter because you loved him, and he just needed to relax, he started building up courage and got VERY good quickly.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

reverse cowgirl, missionary and sitting in his lap.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

sometimes, will definitely make a joke or two then when you start laughing he starts going super hard and then laughs at you being all surprised

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

shaved/ trimmed all over, sometimes will shave bare.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

romantic when you first mate, have anniversaries or do anything special, but usually he’s more sexual than romantic (hes stuff super loving though)

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

1000% jacks off all the time but if you can do it for him he would obviously prefer that.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

wants to get walked in on and show basically that he’s better than his brother😭 also deep throating this man wants to literally fuck ur face

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

in the ocean/ a river or his family’s tent/pod

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

the noises you make, or more so the noises you don’t make. it drives him WILD when he’s fucking you so good you go quiet and slap your hands over your mouth so that nobody hears you

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

a threesome. he wants you all to himself and has done enough sharing the spotlight when he was growing up.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

i already said it this man LOVES getting head. he wants it 24/7 and the sight of you on your knees for him makes his heart (and dick) throb. also likes giving oral but would rather finger you (he loves fingering you)

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

it honestly depends, i think both but usually he’s fast and then he will slow down and do deep slow strokes.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

yes. loves all sex. he wants quickies when there’s barley enough time for them but will also go for like 2 hours, overstimulating you and then dragging it on for forever.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

yes like i swear he literally wants to get caught, it turns him on so much

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

three rounds, definitely lasts like 15+ min at first, but after the 2nd round he is cumming in like 6 minutes or less

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

yes he definitely owns like a vibrator for you, handcuffs, a little bdsm bandage stuff but not much.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

LITERALLY SUCH A TEASE

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

he definitely grunts and groans and it a so hot don’t even

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

when you two are hanging out with spider, neteyam, anoung, roxto, kiri and tsieyra (i know i just butchered those names i’m too lazy), he recommends a game of spin the bottle that his dad told him about that he used to play when he was still human. the bottle lands on you and anoung and lo’ak l makes eye contact with him before moving the bottle to where it’s you and him. 🤭

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

11 inches, long and not super thick but not thin. veiny and dark at the top

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

very high like he wants quickies and sex and he jerks off all the time.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

like not even 10 minutes he’s so baby girl 🤭

[horror-sapphic]

NSFW ALPHABET | WANDA MAXIMOFF

a/n: Sorry for any errors, I barley checked over this.

Cw: NSFW themes (18+)

A — ( aftercare ) - Wanda LOVES to lay on your chest/ having you lay on hers, depending on how rough it got between you two, the night will end with a simmer in the tub before bed.

B — ( body part ) - On you, Wanda loves your hands, constantly craving to be held and touched by them. She daydreams about them wrapped around her, your pretty painted fingers spreading her folds open to get more access to her eager clit.

C — ( cum ) - When she takes control, she loves to make sure you're overstimulated until your swollen pussy is so sensitive you can't even close your legs. Then she leaves you in bed, squirming in your own cum.

D — ( dirty secret ) - When she's out doing chores/at work, she looks around for all the places she can bend you over to fuck you in public.

E — ( experience ) - You both have equal experience, but she's definitely a bit more "skilled".

F — (favorite position ) - She loves watching you bounce and ride her cock, looking down to where it connects inside of you just to watch it slide easily in and out of your soaked pussy and using her thumb to rub over your raised clit peaking out. She loves grabbing your hips to help you keep your rhythm. While taking turns sucking on both of your tits.

G — ( goofy ) - She can be pretty unserious during sex, the only time she's not is when she's in domme mode.

H — ( hair ) - She loves to pull on yours when you eat her out, or when she’s in full Domme mode she loves to pull on it as a way to keep you put.

I — ( intimacy ) - She loves morning sex when it’s just the two of you hazily getting each other off with a gentle touches , soft slow breaths against one another.

J — ( jack off ) - When you're away she'll definitely tune into the homemade tapes you both decided to make a while back, furiously rubbing against her aching clit to the sight of you cumming against her in the videos.

K — ( kink ) - Calling her mommy when she fucks you dumb turns her on more than she'd like to admit, having you whimper out that name while on the brink of cumming on her command just makes her want to ruin you.

L — ( location ) - Everywhere in the house you can think of, Wanda has yet to take you out and have people pass by while she plows into your leaking cunt.

M — ( motivation ) - Sitting back and watching you do things around the house can get her started.

N — ( no's ) - The thought of sharing you with anyone is a hard no for her, you're hers and hers only.

O — ( oral sex ) - Her favorite way to wake you up in the mornings, and to put you to sleep. Her mouth is always fixed on the clit of your pussy, flicking and sucking about.

P — ( pace ) - Oh fuck. When Wanda wants to, she can drag fucking you out for hourrrs. She loves to edge you, watching you on all fours with your cunt literally dripping onto the sheets while you desperately rock back and forth trying to get her to slip back into you.

Q — ( quickie ) - Just like she can go as long as she wants to, she can go pretty fast too. Just pummeling into your pussy fucking it raw to get you off fast, and hard enough to the point where you end up going nonverbal for a little.

R — ( risk ) - Has yet to be risky but wants to, be later in the relationship.

S — ( stamina ) - Going all through the night won't faze her, it's you who has to take a break from her.

T — ( toys ) - Using toys is a common thing in the bedroom for you guys, all sorts of strapons/dildos, plugs, vibrators. You too are constantly using them on each other or on yourselves.

U — ( unfair ) - She loves to tease, she will leave you dripping, waiting for her to come back and make you cum after doing various house tasks.

V — ( volume ) - You always end up louder than you want to, but there have been times when Wanda lets you top and she's the one squirming and whining to come. She can get pretty loud.

W — ( wildcard ) - There is never a dull moment in your sex life with her, she's always making you reach new heights, whether that's making you squirt for the first time, having you take anal for the first time, having you be the one to give her strap (which was your first time), or cumming over and over again until you felt like you melted into your bed.

X — ( x-ray ) —

Y — ( yearning ) - She always wants you to be near her, whenever you're not, she'll look through her photos of you. Until the two of you are reunited.

Z — ( Zzz ) - She enjoys watching your chest rise and fall after a long session, this eases her to sleep but you'd be the one to fall asleep first.

[kurosstuff]

🍯Soon enough you'll be at 1k followerssss

I had the idea of a lute x female reader where they use a strap for the first time (reader receiving or both receiving). I think it could go well with prompt 7! Sooo, that's my request :)

(She does not get enough love 😭)

Thank you dearie~♡ I'm happy ypu all enjoy my works~♡♡

Also ironically almost all my lute asks are quite similar- all great minds think alike i suppose ~?

Warning(s): straps(referred to as dick), filthy smut, established relationship, mate talk(?)

gonna jump right into this one~

Lute x f!reader

"No"

Is what you again said grumbling ignoring how your girlfriend- your mate grumbled behind you with a deep sigh "but- come on. It'll be fun I swear I'll be gentle-" lute grumbled out watching you closely

That- made you stop turning to face her "lute baby I love you all of you but.. your not gentle baby~ yoy always bruise me leaving me sore after we.. but add a strap to it? I won't be able to walk even more-!" Making her smirk snickering

"That a bad thing dove~?"

"Lute" you huffed, glaring over at her. "No, that's final," you grumbled out, hearing her yet again grumbling, annoyed, moving to lay on the couch slumping with that familiar frown on her face

Rolling your eyes, you turned back to making dinner, letting your mind wander. Now, curious. What would it feel like? Would she be rough or in an odd mood. Gentle? You hummed flushed sighing as your mind went south. How her lips feel against your skin. How she knows how to ruffle your feathers(litterally) with a deep sigh you turned to her silently

"Fine, we can try it"

At that? She jumped up eagerly, going to you spilling out jumbled words making you sigh dodging her hug

"No. Eat first it's dinner time I didn't make your favorite dinner just for it to get cold qnd wasted." Headed to the table, Lute following closely wings fluttering in approval kissing your neck

"Then after I'll rock your world~"

Stopping, you scrunched your nose. "You've.. been around Adam too much again, " snickering at her flushed embarrassed face, barley dodging her wing, attempting to hit you "HEY-" giggling at her reaction

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Not a second after you set the fork down after the final bite did Lute eagerly lifted you up ignoring your whines of the dirty table "I'll clean it later. Wanna have my fun now" she huffed out carrying you into your shared room pushing you onto the bed kissing you deeply swallowing your questions before whining when she felt you push her away. Looking ag you almost annoyed "what?"

"Shouldn't you- like I don't know.. grab the strap?" You huffed flushed, looking at her smirk as she reluctantly got off you, glancing at you with that knowing look. Huffing you quickly stripped knowing that's what she wanted waiting for her- seeing her biting your lip you moaned at the sight "fuck baby-" you stopped at the sight of the strap

"What~? Like what you see?" Moving onto the bed opening your legs wide for her snickering at your awestruck expression

"will it fit?" You stuttered out making her hum rubbing your waist slowly rubbing the tip on your entrance in thought collecting your slick

"It'll fit. I'll go slow ok?" She whsipered out softly. Kissing you gently- Slowly pushing into you, stopping halfway before pushing fully in waiting for you to give the go ahead

"o- ok, you can move~" you gasped out softly, humming softly she slowly moved, holding your hands linking them together before smirking, kissing you deeply, moving to bite marking your neck up pounding roughly into you "wait~ lute- sl-slow down~" you sobbed out whining loudly begging for her tearfully flushed

"Oh stop fucking whining~ you can take this dick can't you? Come on~ say. It" she growled, pounding into you roughly hands pinning yours to the bed, roughly kissing your bruised lips, making you moan crying out for her begging for her. The familiar sense of possessiveness in lute struck her. Made her more smug(if that was even possible) "Go on my mate say it or.. I'll stop~"

Smirking leaning back rutting into you rougher relishing in your whines- your cries the moans you let our begging for her. Huffing watching you closely kissing your tears away as your whines grew louder "-please~ lute~! Too- too much~" moaning out loudly against her

At that, you sobbed, shaking your head, moaning "I- I can take it! I swear!" You whined out rocking your hips up to match hers the best you could wings fluttering at the heated stare she gave you- smirking pounding faster in you she clicked her tounge

"Thats my good girl~" she purred out, marking your neck up, leaving bites so everyone knew yet again. Your hers. Her mate. Her lover. Just like she was yours. She couldn't help the possessiveness despite how everyone already knew from how you both wore the others' feathers, marking you as the others mate

Huffing, she hummed, leaning back, holding your waist tightly pounding harder fucking you into your shared bed "maybe you- you should fuck me everywhere in this house~?" You choked out moaning making her hum snickering letting her hands wander acrossed your body-

"You'd like that huh~? Being fucked? Claimed by me? Your mate in every inch here? Remembering how good I made you feel?" She growled out her wings puffed up smug at being such a good partner. Such a good mate for you. "Maybe I'll fuck you in your office? While you're on call?" She hummed in thought, leaning close, nipping at your neck groaning, panting heavily in your ear

"Please~?" You smirked, knowing you're playing a very dangerous game. Yet. You don't mind it. Not one bit. "Claim me~ make me yours again and again until everyone knows for sure who has my body and soul~." Making her hum smirking

"What about your heart ~?"

Making you gasp at the sudden lack of movement "you-! You have it! Who else would~? g-gonna-!" Making her hum begining her relentless pace yet again smirking seeing you cum around her strap- she hummed her pace never stopping not nor truly upset until you couldn't speak. Couldn't

"Who indeed~?" Snarling as she took you - taking you in your guys bed how many rounds did she drag from you? You weren't sure but she didn't stop until the only thing you could say? Was her name. Smirking kissing you roughly swallowing your broken moans

Sobbing out, you clawed at her arms. Body sore from the many marks and the attention she gave you "lute- lute please? Im- I'm gonna please? Hurts~" you sobbed out making

"One more. One more time and I'll let you rest ok?" She cooed out panting her own legs shaking from the little to no break from her fucking into you. Making you release over and over "so good for me~ doing so good for me~"

Nodding you pulled her impossibly closer to you kissing jer deeply before Cumming in a silent scream arching your back slumping on the bed completely spent. Feeling her finally stop pulling away cleaning you up gently

"That's my good mate~ god I love you~ you did wonderful~" laying next to you pulling you close to her chest "Rest later I'll fuck you in the kitchen~" causing you to sigh breathlessly nuzzling into her chest

[employee-6301]

“O- Oh. I was just saying that even if I’m acting odd, I’m not the one any attention should be on. Again, I’m simply here to work for you, sir. C- Company property that should be treated as such.”

His voice continued to crack as he spoke. He’s hugging himself now. MY BOY..

“Th- That was rather quick..! But, truly, I don’t need a room! Th- The fox does sound lovely, though, sir-”

Guess who’s back. A, clearly disgruntled, Fazbenders employee walks in. His tail is tucked between his legs and he’s overall a bit jittery.

“Guh.. H- Hello, hello? Mr. Stevenson? I- I believe that’s who I was told to meet up with. I- I was brought in because this location is understaffed..?”

//@employee-6301

“Mm? What’s up. Oh! Yes, I am. Who told you about this location? If you don’t mind me asking.”

[he gave a small hum. His tail is up!! Spooky..]

[onwardmagicprincessselfship]

Do you have any winter holiday headcanons for your 4 S/O’s?

Barley celebrates Solstice (the headcanoned name for Christmas winter holiday in the Onward Universe that @bluezey came up with), Snotlout celebrates Snoggletog (Christmas winter holiday in the HTTYD Universe), Tylor celebrates Grrristlemas (the best headcanoned monster-ized name I can come up with for the Christmas winter holiday in the Monsters Inc Universe), and Asgardians aren’t very familiar with what Christmas is, so Thor seeks help from his Asgardian of the Galaxy friend Star-Lord to find out what Christmas is based on his “knowledge of earth holiday traditions” as well as the traditions that go along with Christmas so then Thor tells everyone in New Asgard about what Christmas is and the traditions that go with it where New Asgard incorporates an Asgardian style of Christmas with the Christmas traditions that Thor learned from Star-Lord

[telemy]

so many fancy words that I barley understand and then..

F R O G B L I N K E D

HELP ME, I GIGGLED TO MYSELF WHILE WRITTING THAT EXACT PART 😭🙏

[strawberrycheeks-and-glasses]

Wakatoshi Does as He’s Told

Ushijima Wakatoshi x f!reader

Rated E 18+ | MDNI

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“Toshi,” you sing his name from the bedroom as you hear him enter the apartment.

“Love?” He calls. He hears you but, didn’t her where your sweet voice came from.

“In here,” you direct him, fixing your hair and making sure you look good for him.

As he steps into your shared bedroom he drops his gym bag, clenching his jaw as his eyes take in your almost naked body splayed out your bed. Pressing your body back into the bedsheets, you let him drink you in.

“Welcome home, Toshi,” you smile up at him.

You know that your Wakatoshi is the strong, silent type and his gentle nature made you feel safe in his arms. That’s what made you fall in love him. But he has never been one to initiate anything, and you’ve learned that when you want him, you have to show him.

And he absolutely <em>loves</em> the way you show him. Seeing you in your sexy little stockings and tiny little thong, both of which he’s going to rip off of you in the next ten seconds.

“Well?” You coo, urging him to hurry up and get naked. “Do you like what you see?”

Striping off all of his clothing he walks up to the edge of the bed, grabbing your thighs and pulling you down until your hips are flush with his.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” you giggle.

Kneeling down between your knees, Wakatoshi kisses your thighs above your stockings. Licking up a stipe towards your sweet little cunt, he pulls you into him, burying his face in your warmth.

“God, I’ve missed you,” you moan, running your fingers through his thick brown hair. “Two weeks is too long, baby, I don’t think I can go that long without you again,” you whimper.

He looks up at you through his long lashes from between your thighs and smiles into the small patch of fabric that barely hides his prize. Taking the thin string between his teeth, he easily tears it in half and pushes aside.

“Yes, Toshi, take what you want,” you pant above him, feeling his warm tongue lick into your slit.

Wakatoshi does as he’s told, moaning into you, sending vibrations surging through your body. He’s never said it out loud before, but this is his favorite part. Tasting your candy sweet cunt and tongue fucking you into oblivion as his hands lightly trail up your body and play with your nipples.

He loves the sounds you make, the way you moan his name and scream and whine when he does something that you like. Fuck, it gets him so hard, he’s already leaking on his own thigh.

Sucking your sensitive clit, he feels your body twitch and your hand grips his hair. He growls at the feeling, and with that, you’re cumming in his mouth. Your delicious juices flowing down his throat as he licks and sucks you through your orgasm.

“Fuck, Toshi,” you pant. “You’re so fucking good at that, baby. Stand up, it’s my turn,” you instruct him.

He does as he’s told. Standing at the edge of the bed, his hard, leaking cock throbbing, waiting for you to do what you want to him.

Sitting on your knees at the edge of the bed, you slowly, lean into him, licking the pre off the tip as he hisses above you.

“Do you want my mouth, Toshi?” You ask him, sweetly, knowing the answer.

“Mhmm,” he hums, nodding his head as he watches you wrap your lips around his cock.

He groans. The warmth of your mouth around him has him dizzy with need as you slowly take as much of him as you can to the back of your throat, which is barley half of him. It’s okay though, you make up for it with your hands and the way you hollow your cheeks as you suck his tip.

Wakatoshi has always been quiet in the bedroom. Only grunting or growling, humming or just nodding, which doesn’t bother you. You know what he likes and what he wants. And what he wants is for you to shout and whine and scream his name. He wants to hear how good he’s doing. Wants to hear how much you love sucking his dick. Slurping on him, choking and gagging on his massive cock. And you do, you put on a show for him, all the while loving every second of it.

Popping off his cock with a wet sound you know he loves, you look up at him. His big brown eyes staring down at you intensely, begging for more.

“Don’t move, Toshi,” you tell him, crawling up the bed and turning around on all fours. “I want to feel you in me.”

He doesn’t move. Just watches you with needy eyes as you line his cock up to your slippery hole behind you.

“God, I’ve missed you inside me, baby,” you coo as you slowly sink down the tip of his cock, olding still as you adjust around him stretching you open. You haven’t taken him in two week so your walls are tight around his thick cock, taking your time to slide down him as much as you can.

Wakatoshi grunts as you push yourself down on him, watching as your tight little pussy flutters around his dick, his mouth is watering at just the sight of your plush ass cheeks spread open for him. Giving him a glimpse at your tiny asshole.

Wakatoshi isn’t a hands on kind of lover. He lets you do all of the work, taking what you want and letting you get off as many times as you can before he even thinks about cumming.

Keeping his hands clasped behind his back he enjoys the show as you fuck back against him. Pushing into his cock as deep as you can take it and then shuttering around him as you cum again.

“Fuck, Toshi,” you scream. “So good!” You collapse into the bedsheets. Quivering and panting against them.

Watching as you regain your strength and pound back onto him, he can’t help but groan. Seeing your ass bounce and jiggle, he almost reaches out to smack it, but holds back. He’s too scared to hurt you. Whacking volleyballs is his job and if he’s honest, he doesn’t know his own strength, so he keeps his hands behind his back, letting you whimper and whine for his touch.

“Tease my hole, Toshi,” you beg, reaching behind you and rubbing a finger around your puckering asshole. “Please baby? I want you to.”

Hesitantly, Wakatoshi reaches out to grip your ass, shaking it and juggling it around his cock feels so fucking good. Do what you asked of him, Wakatoshi uses his thumb to rub soft circles around your hole as you fuck back into him.

Looking back at him over your shoulder, he sees your eyes go cross eyed and you moan so loudly, he feels it on the tip of his cock.

Fuck, if he had known he could do this to you this whole time, he’s have done it ages ago. The way your hot cunt tightens around him with each passing circle has him going weak in the knees. As badly as he wants to keep this up, he’s about to collapse.

Stepping back from you, sliding out of you, he hears you whine for his cock to be back in you.

“Come back baby, please, I need it,” you shake your ass in front of him. Feeling empty without him in you.

“I want to see you,” he says in his deep gruff voice as he walks over and lays on his back in the bed above you.

Quickly crawling up to his waist, you easily sink back down on him again, moaning at the feeling of him filing you up again.

“God, Toshi, you’re gonna make cum again,” you gasp above him.

He allows himself to hold you, loosely, at your hips. Feeling you grind down on him and your warm skin under his callused fingertips has him seeing stars. He has to hold back, has to let you finish before he can, but you’re making it so difficult this time.

Tightening around him, clenching your walls on his cock he feels himself pressing deep into you, he’s doing everything he can to not cum yet.

“Toshi!” You shout his name as you cum on his dick. Your slick dripping down and pooling his hips.

Collapsing onto his chest, you pant into his mouth, kissing him sweetly as you calm down from your high.

“Toshi?” You whisper in his ear, still slowly rolling your hips down on his cock. You’re so sensitive but you know it’s his turn. “I want you to cum in me,” you kiss into his hair. “Will you do that for me?”

Normally, he pulls out of you, squirting on your back or ass or face, god he loves finishing on your pretty little face. But now you want him inside of you and fuck if he’s not ready to bust right then and there at the way you beg him to empty his load into you.

“Please,” you stare down at him, lovingly.

Blissed out and barely able to focus, you gasp for air as he grips your hips a little tighter, moving them faster. His rough hands pushing and pulling you as ride his dick.

“That’s right, Toshi,” you wince with pleasure. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want-“ he pants. Struggling to stay focused; he’s so close. “I want you on your back,” he says.

Quickly sliding off him you switch positions and he’s on his knees between your legs, shoving his dick right back in your fucked out little pussy. He pushes your thighs up to your chest as he leans down to see your face.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, pressing his lips to your jaw as you wrap your arms around his strong back.

Plowing deep into you, he feels your walls pulse around him, as you moan in his ear how good he feels.

“Cum for me Toshi,” you press into his shoulder as your last orgasm rips though your exhausted body.

He does as he’s told and cums, hot and sticky, deep inside of you. Throbbing in you, sending shockwaves through you, making you moan and quiver underneath him.

Pressing his forehead to yours, you both stay like that. Catching your breath, your limp body melts into the bedsheets. Toshi’s massive body engulfs yours as he holds himself up on his elbows.

“Love?” He nudges his nose to your cheek, pressing a soft kiss.

“Yes, Toshi?” You smile up at him with half lidded eyes.

“Why, this time?” He asks, his voice is so small, so quiet that you almost didn’t hear him.

He’s so sweet. So, loving, you can’t help but giggle.

“Don’t you want little, yous and mes, waddling around to greet you when you come home, Toshi?”

His eyes widen at you, and a bright smile creeps on his face at the thought of starting a family with you.

“Yes, god, yes,” he peppers you with kisses all over your face, making you laugh even more.

“Well then, Toshi,” smirk up at him. “Put a baby inside of me,” you tell him.

And with that, your husband does as he’s told.

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