#got the joke? he’s Daddy 🥵

[ratabrasileira]

Professor Potter: Now… I am here to teach you to defend yourselves from the Dark Arts not to be a gossip channel about my life.

I like to imagine Professor Potter being as rigid and special as McGonagall was. He knows when to push his students, how to put limits and he also knows when he must be careful and caring with them. He won’t share that much about his life, but when the lesson asks for it; he’ll talk about all the achievements he’s known to be famous of. Never to gloat about it, only to teach. By far, he’s one of the dearest Hogwarts’ teacher.

[reiderwriter]

NSFW Prompt Requests - I’m in dyer need of 127 or 150 if you’d be so kind?🥵

A/N: I feel like I say "I got a bit carried away" in every single one of these authors notes, but this one I think I really did...

Word Count: 3k

#127: "I can taste myself on you."

#150: "Stop clenching, baby, you're already tight enough as it is."

Summary: You're hot for teacher. So is every other girl on campus. Your Professor, however, is absolutely oblivious until you spell it out for him...

Warnings: Professor x Student, age gap, oral (M receiving), face-fucking, no birth control/ condoms, creampie, male whimpering and moaning mentioned a lot, PinV sex, both of them are Switches idc idc 18+ MINORS DNI

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You had been in his class for around three weeks when you decided you couldn’t take it anymore. If you were going to keep up your GPA and progress in your grad programme, you were going to have to either drop the class with Professor Reid, or persuade him to put you out of your misery. 

You’d been intrigued by the course to start with, of course, which is why you’d picked up the criminology elective when it wasn’t a required class. But it was only available this semester as he was only Guest Lecturing while on leave from his job at the BAU, and getting that kind of insight from an actual industry professional rather than an academic really couldn’t hurt, right? You’d thought that until you’d seen him. 

Expecting some older man with a stuffy tone and a disdain for modern technology, you’d been roughly awoken when he walked into the lecture hall on the first day and you found yourself hanging on to his every word as he read through your syllabus. You were spot on with the technophobia, but for everything else, you were blissfully incorrect. He was, quite possibly, the hottest man you’d ever seen in your life. You weren’t secretive about your thing for older men, joking all the time about your “daddy kink,” but you’d never had a thing for one of your actual professors before, and it was driving you insane. 

It didn’t help that the word had travelled around the entirety of your campus as well, with multiple girls turning up to audit the class after the first week. You’d been green with envy since you’d seen them mooning over the man, and you’d felt disgusted with yourself almost instantly. He was your professor, he was damn good at his job, but he was so deliciously tempting that you couldn’t find it within yourself to actually pay attention in his classes. You knew it was only a matter of time until the man, who you realised was obviously blind to how attractive he was to a bunch of twenty-somethings with a penchant for danger and a willingness to try all kinds of new things, would catch on to how many of his students were openly lusting for him.

You hoped that you had learned enough in his classes on behaviour that you could accurately hide your feelings and thoughts, however sinful and objectively obvious they were. Your hopes were crushed on that fateful day three weeks into the semester. 

You’d woken up on the wrong side of the bed already. Your alarm hadn’t gone off, your clothes were all still wet inside the washing machine in your apartment meaning you had to throw on a short skirt and pray you didn't flash anyone, and your roommate hadn’t closed the fridge properly the night before, so the milk you wanted to use in your morning coffee had spoilt. After dragging yourself into class, the last thing you’d wanted to see was twice as many students auditing the class as the previous week. 

To give it to the man’s obliviousness, he hadn’t noticed until about two thirds of the way into the class, when he asked a student why they weren’t taking notes.  He’d seemed confused. You were almost furious that he didn’t know what effect he was having on you, on every girl in the vicinity, but, more importantly, you. Unable to help yourself, you let out a scoff that gained his attention. 

“Is there something wrong with the class materials Miss…” he trailed off, waiting for you to supply your name to him. 

“Oh, no, uh, Y/N. My name is Y/N, there’s nothing wrong, sir. I’m sorry.” His lips twitched as you replied, but he went on with his class, as you sunk into your chair in shame. You were going to have to drop the class now. He must hate you, or think you were stupid, or think that you hated him, and your thoughts were spiralling so out of control that you hadn’t noticed the class had ended, and he was calling up at you from the lecturing desk. 

“Miss Y/N, are you okay?” He asked, and his goddamned eyes were filled with such concern you hated that every part of your body was screaming with desire for him. Unable to respond, he tried again. 

“If you have the time, would you like to come talk to me in my office? I’ve been told I’m a pretty good listener.” You should’ve said no, just based on the ridiculous scenes filling your mind, but you didn’t hesitate to nod your approval. You picked up your bags and made your way down the steps to where he was waiting with all of his stuff near the front door. He opened the door for you, and you felt your heart race as you awkwardly slid by him in the doorway. He had to be a fucking gentleman, too, right? 

You followed him as he made his way to his office, staying silent the entire way. He looked like he wanted to make small talk but didn’t know how, choosing instead to just mirror your silence. When you reached his office, he apologised for the mess and showed you inside, letting you take a seat on the couch whilst he put all his things away. The room was littered with books of all sizes, and you noticed that the titles didn’t seem to have one common subject linking them all, or even, in fact, seem to be written in the same language. You spotted a beaten up copy of War and Peace on his desk next to an obviously used coffee mug, and some paper files that looked to be the reading from that morning’s class. 

“Sorry, I didn’t exactly plan on having guests, uh, make yourself comfortable?” He asked it as a question, and loosened his tie as he said it. You stared at the small patch of skin on his neck, your eyes lingering just a moment too long before you remembered you were in a room with an actual FBI Profiler, and that if your thoughts were any louder, he’d handcuff you himself. As tempting as that was, you really didn’t want your Professor knowing about all the ways you’d imagined him fucking you. 

“Professor Reid, I’m sorry, I have to leave, and- and I think I have to drop out of the class.” You stood up suddenly, and he stood up too from his place at his desk, shocked at your sudden anxious outburst. 

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that, is there something wrong? Did I make you uncomfortable?” he asked taking a step closer to you, but you took a step back again, accidentally pressing your back against one of his many bookcases in your haste to avoid him. 

“Yes! I mean no, it’s not your fault that I’m uncomfortable. I’m not uncomfortable, really!” He had the look of a kicked puppy on his face now, and you realised this man would be the death of you. You weren’t even sure what it was about him that entranced you enough to stay and continue the conversation.

“I can’t focus in your classes, Professor,” you sighed out, letting your eyes drop with the embarrassing confession. 

“That’s perfectly fine, many people struggle to pay attention in college classes. Is there anything I can do in my lectures to accommodate to your needs?” Your eyebrows screwed up in frustration with his obvious professional kindness. 

“No, Professor, I’m sorry, unless you stop looking like that there’s nothing you can do.” You ran a stressed hand through your hair as you begged your mouth to shut and stay shut. 

“...What?” The confused tone in his voice let you know that he had no clue at all what you meant by your words, but he didn’t go further. You chanced a glance up at his face, and were met with a small blush rising to his cheeks, as you watched the words process in his brain. 

“Professor, every single person in that class that is attracted to men would kill to do absolutely sinful things to you. You’re like the campus’s collective wet dream right now. You had to know that, right?” You sigh out, finally putting the man out of his misery.

“Oh. No. No, no, I didn’t. Know that, I mean, I didn’t…Is that why there are so many people auditing the class? They want to…. Do that with me?” 

“Fuck you, Professor. They want to fuck you. You can say it, we’re both adults.” You resigned yourself to the fact that this conversation was probably going to haunt every waking hour for the rest of your life, and just let it happen, pushing through the cringe to help him come to certain realisations. 

“And that’s why you want to drop the class?” he asked finally, looking back up at you. 

“Yes.” 

“Because you want to…fuck me?” 

Your mouth dropped open at his words, as you desperately tried to back track, but all that came out was hot air and blubbering sounds as you felt your brain short circuit like his had just moments before. 

“I mean… I guess,” you finally stuttered out, your fight or flight instinct begging you to just run, but something deeper, something carnal planting you in position and making movement in that moment impossible. 

“Oh…. right.” He nodded at you, his lips spread in a thin smile as he nodded at you awkwardly. You stood there together in silence for a minute, but it became clear soon that the logical part of your brain was no longer in control of your mouth. 

“Can I?” you asked, almost startled at your own boldness. 

“Excuse me?” he said, his voice raising higher in tone at the incredulity of your statement. 

“Can I fuck you? If I do, maybe I’ll be able to, you know, pay more attention in class. Get it out of my system, you know.” Growing emboldened by your own words, you took another hesitant step towards him, reaching your hand up to gently touch his arm. His jaw clenched at the contact, but he didn’t move away, didn’t suggest you stop right there and forget this conversation ever happened. 

“Please, Professor Reid. Please fuck me,” you trailed the hand up his arm and back down his chest as he stood there just watching you beg for him. You discarded your bag on the chair, and keeping your eyes focused on his, trailed both of your hands down to his belt, slowly enough that he could push you away at anytime. 

“Do you know what you’re doing, Miss Y/N?” He asked quietly, and you smiled, finally happy to get a reaction from him. The smile had dropped from his lips and there was something suddenly dark in his tone that had you clenching around nothing. 

“Yes, Professor,” you said, letting your hands start working on his belt, undoing it agonisingly slowly as you watched him control his breaths. When you finally had it undone, you finally looked up at him again, and gave him a smile as innocent as you could muster. 

“You have my permission,” he whispered into your ears as he gently put a hand on your head and pushed you down to your knees, perching himself on the edge of the desk. You wasted no time then, desperate to live out each and every single one of your fantasies with him. Reaching into his pants, you found him already hard and pulsing, and you released his cock from its confines quickly. Spitting into your hand, you gave him a few quick strokes as you watched him grow even bigger under your touch. 

Letting out some sinful breathy moans, you looked up at him, head thrown back and eyes screwed shut as you finally reached your tongue out to lick at the tip of his cock. He twitched at the contact, and you felt the warmth pooling between your legs as you watched his each and every reaction. Finally wrapping your lips around him, you decided to put him out of his misery, sinking down on his dick an inch at a time until he was hitting the back of your throat. He was delightfully vocal the whole time, moaning and whimpering so much that you almost pulled off him completely and begged him to fuck you raw. But the taste of his cock was intoxicating and you wanted more and more of him. After a few minutes of your agonisingly slow pace, you felt his hips beginning to buck up to match your pace as he began to face-fuck you. He grabbed a handful of hair, and you did your best to relax your throat, stabilising yourself by placing one hand on his thigh and sinking deeper into your open hips on the floor. 

His eyes were still screwed close, but he was moaning out your name now, with a few expletives thrown in too, having done a complete 180 from the few minutes earlier when he’d hesitated to even say the F word in conversation. You felt he was getting close when he started thrusting deeper, sloppier in his movements and more breathy in his moans. He suddenly pulled out of your mouth and lifted you to your feet, bringing you face to face with him. 

“We didn’t… we didn’t say where I would, um…” he tried to say but you pushed up onto your toes and pressed a hot kiss to his mouth, your tongues quickly twinning as he returned it in kind. You stood there, lips locked and breathless in that space for quite some time, neither of you caring about the lack of oxygen you were getting. Finally, using the hand that was still fisted in your hair he pulled you away from his lips, and you whimpered pathetically at the loss of contact. 

“I can taste myself on you,” he panted into your neck as he held you close, the words sending a shiver down your spine and forcing another moan out of your mouth. The pain from his tight grip in your hair only heightened your pleasure as he moved his lips back to your exposed neck and continued his ministrations. 

“Please, professor….” you begged again, desperate for his attention. “Please fuck me.” 

Without removing his lips from your neck, he quickly moved the two of you back to the couch you’d been sitting on before, guiding you into his lap, his cock still hard and free from his pants. Your skirt spread open, and your hard landing meant you could feel all of him pressed against you. You thanked the gods for your suddenly well-timed laundry efforts as he grabbed the base of his cock and started teasing you through your panties. You were sure they were soaked through as you sat in his lap, grinding down on his perfect cock, his mouth still pressed into your neck. 

“Fuck me, please fuck me,” you moaned, and he complied, finally hooking a finger under the seam of your panties and moving them to the side as he pushed up into you with another throaty moan. 

“Yes, thank you. Thank you Professor, thank you.” You moaned out in bliss as you sank further and further down on him, pushing further than any man had been. before. 

“Stop clenching, baby, you’re already tight enough as it is,” he ground his teeth in a hiss, and you moaned at his words, the pervertedness of them shooting straight to your core. 

“Can’t…help myself. You feel so good, sir.” He started moving then, holding your waist as he started lazily thrusting upwards. After having your mouth wrapped around him, he knew that too much too soon would mean that this wouldn’t last long, and you had begged him nicely, so he wanted this to feel as good for you as it did for him. Gripping one of your hips tightly in one hand, he let the other fall under your skirt, and started pressing into your clit. You threw back your head at the contact and started riding him, matching each of his upward thrusts with a downward thrust of your own, letting his thumb gain speed as it followed you up and down. 

“Fuck, professor, thank you…I’m gonna cum, fuck, thank you so much,” you stuttered out as you could feel your orgasm rip through you, collapsing into his arms as he thrust quicker into you now. 

“Y/N, where… where should I….” His voice trailed off, and after a few seconds regaining your sanity after your climax, you finally answered the question he’d been desperately trying to answer.

“Inside… Inside me, Professor Reid, it’s okay…” he whimpered at that, at each thrust he pushed into you, his head falling to the crook in your neck and your hands stroking the hair at the base of his neck as you clenched around him again, finally pulling the desire out of him. He came noisily, even with his face buried in you, moaning so delightfully you knew the sound would be your new distraction for the next three weeks. 

When he finally regained his composure, he let his hands drop from your waist, his head rolled back on the couch, and you fell with him, wrapping yourself around him as if  you never wanted this coupling to end. You stayed there, head resting on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, and drifted to sleep. 

You awoke an hour later, but there was no sign of the Professor. He’d cleaned you up somehow, because there was no unpleasant feeling between your legs, and he’d wrapped a blanket around you as you slept, making sure you were comfortable. Collecting your things and making to leave, you almost convinced yourself that it had all been another fantasy, and that you were becoming seriously delusional about the man. As you approached the door, however, you spotted a small note taped to the handle, and quickly pulled it into your hands. 

Miss Y/N, 

Thank you for visiting me today. I hope you decide to stay in the class, I certainly could learn a thing or two from you. 

- Spencer Reid. 

P.S. You’re lucky I’m an MIT Graduate with a job in the FBI. There’s a security camera in my office. 

[henneseyhoe]

I JUST READ THE MELO SMUT🥵🥵so good can you do another one we’re he’s obsessed with the reader like he’s always posting her and showing her love or even like him being overly obsessed and a little dark

CLOSER.

Lamelo x BLACK!FEM!reader.

WARNINGS:!!SLIGHT CNC!!, daddy kink, stalking, mentions of blood and death, k!dnapping, mentions of mental health, kn!fe play(kinda), breeding if you squint, crying(as always), reader is a tad bit delusional, no protection(wrap it before you tap it)

Ps. I feel like being a perfectionist and overthinking fucked this up for me but I can’t keep holding this damn request hostage 😩 so I hope you still enjoy this, it’s LONG lmfao.

Pss. I thought I lost this request, whole time I just had to scroll down LMFAOOO

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“Damn, girl. This like the fiftieth love note you’ve gotten this month!” Karina exclaims, looking down at the stack of notes on Y/Ns counter, the girl adding one more from today into the pile. Truthfully, Karina had been sick of seeing them, disgusted by the amount she got weekly. “Girl, stop! It’s not…maybe fortieth” Karina makes a face, side eyeing Y/N with slight scornful expression. She was more than weirded out at the creepy gestures not moving her friend even a bit. Karina on the other hand, got goosebumps even looking at the letters. They were creepy to her, and every time she read one about this mysterious person confessing their love to her bestfriend, she grew more concerned for her wellbeing. “Like that makes a difference, Y/N. You don’t find this shit kinda..weird?” Y/N shrugs, not seeing the point in looking deeper than the notes themselves. A part inside of her liked the attention she got.

“No, not really. It’s kinda sweet!”

“Sweet?! this man, woman, thing, whatever the fuck! Has been writing to you for almost five months now and has not shown their face. You don’t think that’s creepy?”

“I dunno. Maybe they shy, Karina”

“Nuh-uh. I don’t trust it, I don’t like it. What if it’s your ex?” Y/N laughs, taking her jacket off and setting it on a coat hanger in her closet before heading to her kitchen to prepare a meal, Karina following closely behind her to continue her scolding.

“You are so dramatic, you know that? Me and Jason haven’t talked in so long, I doubt it. I haven’t even seen the nigga around”

“So? Nothing about me is dramatic, I’m telling you the truth. That’s more than a secret admirer, that’s a stalker”

Y/N shrugged her off, laughing once again, and further annoying Karina with her lack of urgency to get down to the bottom of the situation at hand. “Stalker? What is this, a lifetime movie?”

“No, it’s real life. that’s why I need you to stay ready for whatever, especially with that creepy ass message your ex sent you after your breakup”

Little did she know, her friend was right all along. It wasn’t her ex, but someone who was far more demented and delusional. Lamelo had been sending eerily specific love letters to Y/N’s house for months, but had been watching her for well over a year now. Almost as soon as he saw her, his last obsession became a buried memory, Y/N now being in the forefront of his mind and sticking there like double sided tape to itself. After some time, he knew her from top to bottom, back to front, and soon, inside and out. If it was up to him, she would have always been his, but he wasn’t the best with approaching women of Y/N’s caliber. She was smart, a college student studying computer science, and none of his silly mind games that’d usually trip up other girls he was interested in would work on her. He had to up his game, and so, he set his plan in motion until he got her in the right place to sink his teeth into her.

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“Be safe, okay?”

“Yes, Karina! I won’t get murdered or chopped up over my vacation week, I promise” Y/N joked, but Karina was dead serious, finding no humor in her mess. Y/N’s smile drops, and she becomes serious, mostly so Karina would leave her alone about those ‘silly little notes’. “Okay, I’m sorry. I’ll be safe” she reassured, both the girls finally saying their goodbyes with a loving hug and wave. Closing the door, Y/N sighs. Karina was her bestest friend in the world, but sometimes she could be overbearing. Y/N felt maybe she needed a bit of attention since her recent breakup. She craved it, really. It didn’t matter if the attention was physical or something with a little less contact, Y/N wanted it. But, It wouldn’t go farther than that, she didn’t need a rebound.

Walking into her kitchen where she just finished preparing dinner, she began making herself a plate of spaghetti and freshly toasted bread. The smell of the food made her stomach growl. She knew if she didn’t give Karina a plate of her own before she left, she’d complain that Y/N hogged all that good food to herself. Satisfied with the plate she made, she grabbed her a fork from the dishwasher and sat down at the dining table. Taking a generous amount of pasta on her fork, her mouth watered just as she was about to send her tastebuds to food-heaven.

Then, the doorbell rang.

The girl pauses, praying whoever the hell that was would go away on their own so she could finish eating.

Knock, knock, knock.

Damn. Her lights were on, they knew she was home. She sighs, her fork lowering back down to her plate. Swallowing the saliva that had accumulated in her mouth, she unsticks herself from her comfortable seat, grumpily making her way towards the front door. Oddly, she saw no one through the frosted glass frame placed in the middle of the door, so she was forced to open it up and see what was going on.

“Hello??” She called, aggravated by how she had to leave her hot dinner just to answer the door and be met with silence. Stepping out on her porch a little, her eyes scan her yard, though nothing but darkness surrounded. Shaking her head, Y/N slams the door shut and locks it. “Stupid ass kids knockin’ on my door. One day imma stick my foot up one of they asses” She rants, walking back to her little set up. Feeling happiness again, she takes that lovely bite of food and does a little dance in her seat.

As her eating progresses, she couldn’t help but to notice her vision blurring, creating two of everything around her. Her head began to spin, and her heartbeat could be heard in her ears mid bite. She had lost her appetite completely by now, currently only focusing on not throwing up all over her table.

‘Where’s my phone?’

She could have sworn she had set it right next to her plate, but it was no where to be found now, even in her corrupted vision. Holding her head in her free hand, she gags at the sudden smell that fills her nose. It was a faint smell, but noticeable. sweet smelling, almost. Ironic for the bitter moment. Her brain told her to stand, and she followed suit, but she couldn’t stop the weakening of her knees or how slowed her breathing was getting.

Her body hit the floor with a ‘THUD’, her limbs feeling completely weighted down, and her consciousness slipping from her as she laid on the cold tiled floor, unable to move.

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There she was. Finally where Lamelo wanted her to be. He was so jittery and giddy about his successes that he could scream, but he held off on that till he was alone. His letters, fake pages, dms, and Instagram likes had finally paid off. He had her all to himself, and finally, no one was in his way. Not her colleagues, not Karina, not even her ‘crazy ass’ ex. He had gotten rid of him as soon as tension rose in their relationship. Jason hadn’t seen REAL crazy till he met Lamelo, and he made sure he knew that before his last breath.

The first time Lamelo and Jason interacted was when he witnessed their first relationship fight, which was fairly petty, but Melo didn’t see it that way. He had left a reeeal lengthy note on Jason’s dorm door, describing in step by step detail about how he would gut him like a fish, cut him up into tiny pieces and send every single bit of him off to his ‘helpless whore of a mother’, as Melo described her as. Of course Jason was shaken up, rightfully so. But obviously not shaken up enough to back off.

After not talking to Y/N since the argument, Jason appeared on her porch with that same note, tearing her a new one. He thought Karina was playing jokes on him for arguing with her bestfriend and making her cry. He took his anger out on her, yelled up a storm, and burned up the letter in his hand with his lighter, leaving it on the poor girls porch to stomp out as tears flowed from her glossed brown eyes.

Lamelo took the whole thing as a challenge. Did he really think Karina was on his level of literacy? That note was too well typed for it to be her. So, him being the man he was, made his threats come to fruition. He easily beckoned Jason into close arm reach by teasing him on his campuses basketball court as Jason was doing solo drills. Lucky for Lamelo, he trained at night.

Walking himself into the low lit court, Lamelo began taunting him, which stretched over three whole minutes. Knowing the hot head would react with physical anger, Lamelo kept a guard, and as soon as Jason tried him, Lamelo revealed the bat he held behind his back, swiftly taking a mighty swing at the man’s left leg, hitting right below his knee. Jason couldn’t have possibly seen it coming.

“Right out the park!” Lamelo continued to tease with a wide smile as if blood wasn’t splattered on his shoes. Red spilled from the back of Jason’s knee from his bone completely breaking and stabbing its way through his muscles and skin. You could have heard the snap of the bone and the sound of him hitting the floor echo through the gym, a sound Melo wanted to hear, but Jason’s loud screaming ruined getting the full effect. “I guess this is the part where I run to base” Grabbing the man by his destroyed, bloodied leg, Lamelo drags Jason off of the court as he screams bloody murder.

Lamelo instantly began regretting not bringing anything else to knock him out with without killing him, but every mastermind had slip ups. a shame somebody is gonna hear his screams and probably have nightmares about it now though. Not that Lamelo cared about either parties wellbeing, he just didn’t wanna hear his or anyone else’s mouth.

Then, in Lamelo’s basement face down, Jason continues to cry like a baby while Lamelo took a much needed drink break for the sake of his sanity, or what was left of it.

“How the fuck am I supposed to play ball now!?” Jason heaves suddenly with a quiet sob leaving his dry lips, his coffee colored hands holding his thigh as the blood spilling slowed. “You genuinely thought you were gonna get that far?”

Before Jason had time to attempt to answer, two bullets were already lodged into his skull, one exiting from between his eyebrows and one through his left eye socket.

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His daydreaming was cut short by Y/N mixing in her seat. Her consciousness had finally came back, but confusion quickly filled that space in her mind that was once occupied by unconsciousness. She looks around, not recognizing anything around her. “Look who’s up” Melo leans up from his seat in front of her, peeling off the ghostface mask he wore just for dramatic purposes. Y/N’s eyebrows knit together. “I know whatchu thinking. Where am I? Who are you? I’ll tell you all that later. But, for right now, we’re gonna celebrate” He smiles, and tosses the mask, standing from the couch he sat on.

Walking over to a small bar, he pours an unknown drink into a glass. Y/N had no idea what was going on, nor did she really care to find out. She was too worried about all the guns and knives that were laid out on the floor next to his seat. Fear pumped up her body with adrenaline, her entire being tingling. She wanted to jump out of her seat, but her arms were tied behind her back, and her ankles were tied to the chair’s own legs.

“I wanna make a toast. To a new life, and new love” He held up his glass and drunk some of the mystery liquor. Waking over to her, he holds the glass to her lips. “Drink” he instructed, Y/N shaking her head and looking away. “Why not? You think I poisoned it or somethin’?” He takes his hand and grabs her jaw, forcing her to look at him. “I wouldn’t do that to myself, so drink” he insists.

Looking back at him, her eyes trace his features, stretching down his long, tatted arms. Creepy shit aside, she thought he was cute, but she had to stay focused. “If you don’t drink, imma just force you” Y/N didn’t budge, but Lamelo had no problem with setting her straight early on. Gripping the sides of her face to make her open her mouth, he tilts her head back roughly and pours the drink into her mouth. The liquid went down smoothly, but burned her throat like hell. She didn’t drink, she never did because she got drunk easily, and Lamelo knew that.

She jerks her head away with a strong gag, tears welling up in her eyes. “I dunno if you realized yet, but I’m the one in charge, I’m the one who ain’t tied up, I’m the one that could end you like *snap* that” he threatens with a snap, but it holds no weight to him. He wasn’t gonna kill this one, or at least he hoped he wouldn’t have to. “I know you’re a smart girl, so I know you can listen. I didn’t go through all those letters to find out you can’t follow simple instructions, pretty”

Her eyes were drawn to him, anger now flickering within them like a flame in a dark room. “Letters?…You were the one writing those fuckin’ letters?” She spoke through clenched teeth. Lamelo smiles. “Surpriiiise~” he sings, gulping down the rest of the alcohol before slamming the glass down on the floor. The glass shattered into pieces, making Y/N jump at the sound. Her breathing was ragged, and pressure built up behind her eyes like a dam waiting to be cracked open.

“You’re a sick person” She spoke with distress, shaking her head. Melo shrugs with no sympathy. If he had a dollar for every time someone said that to him, he’d be a Rockefeller. “Everybody sick, I just have no problem showing mine, unlike the rest of society”

“Jesus Christ” she muttered, her head hanging low in regret. Karina was right all along, and she didn’t listen. If she did, she wouldn’t be in this position, her life in the hands of a man she didn’t even know. “Don’t act so sad. You’re gonna love me…or at least learn to. again, you’re smart”

“I don’t wanna love you. I wanna go home”

“You are home. Don’t be stupid” He spat, waltzing by her and picking up a blade from the floor, inspecting in. Y/N tenses up, Lamelo immediately noticing. He side eyes her with a slight smirk, mischief infesting his energy. “You think imma cut you, Y/N?” She kept quiet, but he continued to pry. “You think imma scar that pretty frame you got? What about this beautiful face?” He walks over to her, using the knife to swipe a box braid out of her vision. Y/N sniffles, taking a deep breath.

“Let. Me. Go”

“Or what?” Lamelo challenged, getting close to her as Y/N gave him a look, one he couldn’t make out or tell if it was anger. “You can’t do shit, I made sure. I tied you real good. Your friend thinks you went on vacation, so if you aren’t answering tomorrow, that just means you made it safe and you’re having fun. Maybe found yourself a fun fling that’s distracting that pretty mind. Somebody you invited up to your room” he continues, the tip of his knife swiftly making a cut into her gown with a quick swipe, making the thin fabric fall from the top of her body, pooling into her lap.She wanted to cover her naked body, but the rope restraints stuns her movements.

“Would you take me back to your hotel room, Y/N? I would have been a great candidate” the sadistic nature of him alone had her terrified, he could have done anything to her. She began shedding tears. She was exposed now, realizing the gown wasn’t even something she remembered wearing or buying, so he had to have put it on her himself when she was knocked out.

If he pulls the rest off, she was for sure fucked, no pun intended. He stares with no shame, the tip of his tongue grazing his plump bottom lip.

‘Fuck’

She attempts clenching her thighs together to stop the tingling, but it never subsided, and her brown nipples getting as hard as pebbles helped nothing. She wanted to keep a guard up so badly for her own safety, but the wetness coating the lips between her legs was telling her to do something else.

He notices how her legs were trying to move and her hips slowly circled, unintentionally trying to find a specific position to stimulate her clit. She couldn’t help it, she just wanted the tingling to stop. “Lemme help you wit’ that, ma” Melo smirks, putting his hand right under her soaked pussy. She stops immediately and lifts her butt as much as she can, feeling the warmth of his hand under her. She shakes her head ‘no’, but he nods a ‘yes’ and keeps his hand placed, kneeling on one knee in front of her. “Go ‘head” He says. The approval he gave her lingered in her head as the tingling intensified, giving her no choice but to fall into temptation.

Y/N hesitantly lowers herself down and begins to move against his hand, swirling, bouncing, and grinding down at the speed she wanted as her hips stuttered backwards every time his finger tips would swipe over her clit. She let out a stifled moan and threw her head back, rocking her hips faster as she felt herself climb closer to her end. Lamelo only fed her urges by bringing his hand up higher every time she’d raise her hips when the feeling got too strong, aiming to stimulate her clit through even the strongest parts of her orgasm. His dick was as hard as an iron pole in his pants now. It almost painfully pressing up against the material, the tip leaking precum just practically begging to be set free so he could fuck something, and soon it’d get its turn. Y/N could just see it through her eyelashes, she couldn’t help but look, it was so obvious.

Lamelo slides his fingers between her wet folds, collecting her slick to keep her clit wet while she used him as she pleased. “Speed up” he instructed.

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Fifteen minutes had passed and she had already came twice in the palm of his hands. Her seat was sticky and her thighs were wet, but Lamelo’s hand and arm were wetter. He slid his hand from under her and took a taste of what he had craved for so long. All of the timeless nights he had spent looking through her bedroom window, watching her feel, fuck, and taste herself, wishing he was there to catch every drop.

Feeling defeated, Y/N’s head lulls backwards as she rests her eyes on the ceiling above her. There was no other sound but the ringing frequency in her ear and the huffing of her breath trying to slow itself. She could hear her own heartbeat slowing too, just until the sound of wood creaking above them drowned the sound out. She pauses, her eyes shooting wide.

‘Who could possibly be here? could they help?’

Was what she began thinking as all the color from Lamelo’s face seemingly drained, his breath now still. Suddenly he reaches for the knife he held earlier, grabbing it from the floor and clutching it in his hand. Just in case someone had creeped down the stairs to the basement and witnessed what had been going on, he had no problem getting rid of whoever was responsible for ruining their moment.

The walking upstairs prologued, the hot tears that filled her eyes starting to flood her flushed cheeks as he placed a finger over her lips, signaling her to shut up. The cold blade of his knife pressed against the skin of her throat, so hard that she could practically feel her pulse and she was holding her breath purposely, scared the blade would cut her precious soft skin if she moved even an inch, and he cared less.

As the footsteps went away, distancing from them, he moves his hand. He lets out a much needed breath of relief and licks his lips, a smile growing on his face. “Roommate. Thought we were goners there for a second. You did good though, ma” He praises, standing from his crouching position. “I think you deserve a treat because of that”

Positioning his knife under the rope that held her feet in place, he looks up at her with a warning look before cutting both of her legs free. He walks around the chair and does her hands next, giving Y/N the room to rub her aching joints, feeling relief. Only one thought ran through her mind just then, and though she was tired from the recent back to back orgasms, she knew she only had one chance to get it right. So, she stood like a lamb taking its first steps, and took a run for it.

‘Please, please, please’

She pleaded in her head over and over again as she ran though the large basement, hoping to find an exit. Just as she had spotted a door at the end of a dark stairway, light of freedom shining through the cracks, her body jerked backwards and spun in the opposite direction, the miss placement of her sore feet being the reason why she hit the floor. The taste of iron filled her mouth from the gash on the inside of her lip, her teeth accidentally biting down on it as she went down.

She thanked god that carpet covered the floor or else she would have definitely knocked a tooth loose, and maybe lost one. “Run pretty fast for someone who’s been tied up for hours” He flipped her over so easily, prying her legs open so he could kneel between them. He admired her entire body as he held both her wrists down above her head with just one hand so he could capture them in a pair of cuffs, making sure she had no fighting chance this time. She couldn’t believe his hand was big enough to hold down both, and even with her struggling, he didn’t budge once.

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The take down was rough, but when he fucked, it was nothing like she expected. He slid his shaft along her clit, the pink bud erect and sticking out from her hood. He couldn’t stop himself from jumping against her pussy with excitement, the tip of his dick slapping the bottom of her belly with every bounce. He pulls his hips back, the tip of him now resting against her dripping entrance, ready to ruin her for the next, if Lamelo didn’t get to him first. “Stop..” She mutters, but deep down, she was really anticipating the contact.

Her sexual organs were completely against her once again, fogging her mind with thoughts of him she didn’t want and didn’t expect to have. She was forced to sit there, pondering on how he felt and how deep he could go inside of her, but she no longer had to wonder as he pushed his hips back forward to give her a taste of what she would be stuck with for the rest of her days.

He sunk into her slowly, her walls gripping him as a welcome upon entrance. He practically had to force himself inside with a drawn out sigh as Y/N sucks in air, both of them exchanging looks into their eyes before looking down at where they connected. Her stomach involuntarily sucks in, showing the bulge of his dick every time he thrusted forward with skill into her. The feeling deep down was so indescribable, so good that she almost cracked a smile. She hadn’t even noticed how much he was stretching her out, she was too busy feeling every inch of him.

Her eyes rolls back and her toes curled as she brought her legs back further for him, Lamelo smiling at how he didn’t even have to tell her to do so. He was just proud that she was learning, but she had much more to get down pact.

“Good girl…” he rasps.

“It’s so fucking deep” She whispers, her voice slightly hoarse from her throat being dry. As his hips tempo changed, the chains connected to her wrists made jingling sounds, making music with the clapping of their thighs joining in the harsher he got. He couldn’t tell if his bodies reaction to her was cause he hadn’t had sex in a long time or if she was just that damn tight. Meanwhile, YN was Lost in clouds of her own, feeling the repetitive push of Lamelo’s tip knocking against her g-spot, her own cream starting to slip out of her and drip down to her ass.

“This pussy grippin’” Melo compliments, one of his hands moving downwards to grip at the girls throat, making her tear up once again.

“Yeah? You like it?�� She spoke breathlessly, the man above her nodding and laying a singular kiss on her lips, making her swoon momentarily before going back to her struggling whimpers.

“Mhmm, fuck” He moans. He never moaned, but he guessed she was changing him too.

“Call me daddy”

“Daddy!”

“Yeah, what’s my name?”

“Daddy! Fuck!”

“You so fuckin’ pretty, mamas” he groans out, almost whimpering as his dick pushed inside her further and further. She felt like he was trying to make her cervix a home for his dick with how deep he was going. Y/N began to think how they had gone too far for her to ignore how she was enjoying every bit of this. No matter how much she tried to tell her pussy to stop cumming for him, she continued, making the carpet under her soaked with her honey. Hours ago she wished her hands were untied to beat his ass, but now she wished they were uncuffed so she could trace his tattoos while he dug her out.

He was hitting spots that not even her ex man was hitting.

Using her thighs for leverage, he begins to fuck her in a push-up position, ramming his long dick directly into her coven, her walls squeezing him almost like she was showing thanks without words. Her juices made it easier for him to fuck her with no limit, slipping and sliding into her with no trouble apart from how tight she was gripping.

He didn’t hold off to cum either, he had already came twice, but he had more to give her and she had no choice but to take it. He was convinced he could imprint on her, and it was a bonus if his seed grew inside of her after all this hard work he put in. She was gonna stay with him, and he was gonna make sure of it.

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[xocoluvr]

I know that in your masterlist it is written that you write in MK1, but can you pls use MK11? I beg you, I beg you!😣🙏🙏🥺 I really like the way you write!<3<3<3 You will make me a happy person ! If you can't do it on MK11, I understand. I respect your choice. <3

I really want to go with daddy young Johnny! I want to get a sexual overdose 🥵 and embarrassment! ////// (Okay, stop asking! Sorry if it's too much)

ʚThe theme for the fanfic is this: F!Reader makes hints that she is not indifferent to him. He looks at him for a long time, makes dirty jokes, looks for an opportunity and a reason to touch him, but respects his personal space. And when they are alone, she is wildly embarrassed by him, although she is a pervert.ɞ

Thank you in advance! You are just lovely 🥰 I'll be looking forward to it.

Surprise

| MK11 Young!Johnny Cage x flirty gn!reader

Word count: 2.2k

CW: 18+, smut, praise, penetrashunnn, thigh riding, dry humping, brief mention of fingering, no use of y/n, dirty talk.

a/n: THNX ILYSM !!!!! I should've been clearer on mk1/mk11 SRY. BUT YES MY GAWD \(`Д`)/ young mk11 johnny is so bbygirl the most bbygirlest eyes ever planted on a fictional man i swear (ง ื▿ ื)ว

edit: i did go back and change some stuff so this would be gn, just cuz :3)

sum: Seeing a younger version of your Johnny awoke something in you.

reblogging is very much appreciated! ᕙ(‾̀◡‾́)���

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Even after it was thoroughly explained to you, you couldn't get it through your head that there had been a weird 'glitch in the matrix' from some guy Raiden, making it so the younger version of your boss was now in your present timeline. Yeah, you found your present Johnny attractive but god was his younger self something else, his demeanor, his personality, you wondered how this Johnny turned out to be so mature.

Over time you got to know more about younger Johnny, he was always so friendly with the others you felt left out seeing him laugh it up with his older self. You wondered if you and Johnny could ever be like that together, he never sought out to have a friendship or showed any obvious interest in you. After a speech to yourself in the mirror, you decided to suck it up and walk up beside him as he sat on a chair with his legs wide open, lord the intrusive thoughts were really beginning to get to you.

As you sat down with a smile, you introduced yourself formally and finally started a small conversation about what younger Johnny thought about himself in the future. "I seriously can't believe I turned out so... Boring. It's like I lost all my 'Johnny'." He says looking over at himself, who is doing regular work and clicking away at a computer. You chuckled, suddenly everything Johnny said was so hilarious? Not thinking about what you were doing, your hand flew right above his knee. Too distracted with laughing away at Johnny's joke, his eyes almost immediately fell to your hand, he had gone silent as he felt blood rush to his already forming erection. Finally hearing the sudden silence, you stopped and cleared your throat, quickly removing your hand seeing Johnny's pupils were blown out gazing at you. Choosing to ignore something that had clearly happened, you and Johnny continued on with your conversation.

A couple hours had gone by since your super awkward and gut-wrenching encounter with Johnny, and you couldn't stop thinking about how he had quickly gotten up after cutting your conversation short to rush to the bathroom. Maybe he was just so turned off by your comfort around him that he didn't want to be near you, you had to stop overthinking about every little tiny detail. Turning away from the work you weren't doing, you turned to see if Johnny was still around. He was standing by the table with his arms crossed, analyzing a map, 'God his arms look so good' you thought, your eyes were definitely lingering in areas they shouldn't. You were getting lost in him as you wondered what his arms would look like wrapped around you, maybe in a hug, perhaps wrapped around your neck as he went at you from behind... You were caught off guard when you heard Johnny call out your name, not only sending shivers down your spine but making you worried he had caught you in your perverted thoughts.

"Would you mind helping me over here? I need a second opinion on this." You almost jumped out of your seat hearing he wanted your opinion. You walked over to Johnny trying to act as nonchalant as possible, your hand rested on the table as you leaned on it with him towering over you. "What's up? Have your eyes finally started to fail you?" You joked, as you said it you saw older Johnny glare at you, reminding you that he was still there. Younger Johnny smiled and chuckled, you were so close you could almost feel the bass in his chest when he laughed. "Hah, no I actually just needed your opinion on this plan I made, apparently Johnny over there doesn't know how to attack in style." He stepped back a little to give you room to look over his plan on the table, he kept a close distance as he observed your facial expressions and reactions to his ideas. As you took up the space where he was, you couldn't get rid of the overwhelming feeling of his eyes on you. Knowing he was behind you, you repositioned yourself with your hands holding you up on the table. You just so happened to accidentally rub up against Johnny's crotch, causing his breath to hitch and raising his body temperature in milliseconds. Of course, you had to take the opportunity to be this intimate with him so you kept your hips where they were for just a good amount of time before deciding it was time to realize your mistake by standing up straight.

Turning around acting completely oblivious to the fact that you just made him so incredibly hard, you smiled and said “Yep, looks good.”. His lips were ever so slightly parted as he felt the life flush out of him at how much control you had over him. In this moment Johnny knew exactly what he had in mind for you, he had gotten the hint immediately and was already planning in his head the rest of the day. Johny stayed next to his older self for the entire workday, using himself as a prop to stay near you. As the day went on and more and more people were beginning to clock out and go home, the more you eventually forgot about what happened. All you thought about was how long it was gonna take for you to finish up reviewing a couple more documents, the part you dreaded the most was going to check the inventory of weaponry for the future mission older Johnny was putting together. You assumed everyone had already headed home since it was so quiet and dark. Making your way to the large building where everything was kept you held your clipboard ready to just skim over everything, you couldn’t help but think about how younger Johnny made you feel earlier in the day, butterflies were fluttering around your stomach as you daydreamt.

Unbeknownst to you, Johnny was just on the other side of the door, sitting on a crate waiting for you, was it crazy that Johnny asked his older self for your entire routine? Possibly, but it was going to be worth it. He waited for you to open the door and be greeted with him sitting on a crate in a poorly lit cold room. Your heart sank, seeing Johnny after work hours was definitely different than seeing him around other people, other people to be more extroverted with.

"Oh! Johnny? What are you doing?" You had a look of genuine concern on your face, your brows were furrowed while his were relaxed, it's like he didn't see the total confusion and awkwardness in the situation. He stood from his carefree position and made his way to you. "You thought I wouldn't notice?" His voice sounded a bit more serious than normal, he sounded like his more mature self which got you a bit nervous. Your palms were moistening up the closer he approached. You took a half step back as he got closer.

He had a smirk plastered on his face. Your steps were soon stopped after you felt the back of your knees hit a crate, allowing Johnny to get close enough to feel your uneven breath on his cheek. "What?" You replied in a soft whisper, you were pressed up so close to him. You could feel his hands make their way to your waist, trapping you to him. Your face started feeling hot as you began to think back to your thoughts earlier in the day, thinking about this exact situation versus living it at the moment felt strange. "The way you look at me.." As you turned your face to the side to conceal your embarrassment, he inhaled sharply into your neck, basking in your scent that sent a bolt of arousal to his growing erection. He pressed his chest against yours and snaked his hand up to your face from your waist to cup your cheek, bringing your attention back to him. "Don't get all shy now, you wanted this, didn't you? I could tell..." Through your shame, you couldn't help but get wet hearing his words. You clenched your thighs together hoping he wouldn't notice how turned on you were from this.

To your dismay, Johnny did notice and smirked looking down at your eagerness, he couldn't help but tease you by using his knee to spread apart your legs, stopping you from getting any kind of relief. You whimpered quietly at the loss. Hearing you solicited him to capture your lips in his, his lips felt so soft against yours, it's as if they were made to be connected to yours. He slipped his tongue into your mouth searching for more sounds while his hand on your waist crept up under your shirt to cup your breast, occasionally teasing your nipple. You mewled weakly into his mouth while clenching your thighs around his knee, you pulled away from the kiss to tilt your head back in pure bliss from the stimulation. He grinned and pushed his knee further into your core letting you get off on it. You soon came on his thigh with a whiny moan, and your hand reached out to grasp his wrist.

"I know baby, I know.." He muttered quietly, he gently pulled your hand away from his wrist and hooked his fingers on the bottom hem of your shirt, slipping it off smoothly. His tongue swiped across his bottom lip as he observed your breasts carefully like he was trying to engrave the image into his memory. You felt a little self-conscious from his gaze, so you covered your chest with your hand. Seeing your facial expression turn a little uncomfortable, he took your hand and raised it to his lips, kissing it softly before bringing your face closer, and giving your lips the same treatment.

Your tongue slipped into his mouth once more, forgetting why you were even feeling self-conscious. As both your tongues danced together in sync, you could feel his hands slowly make their way to the button of your jeans, undoing it and pulling them down and off. He was getting so turned on by the sight of your panties that he couldn't resist but pull you closer by the hips to rub himself on you. A guttural groan squeezed out of his throat as he felt himself get harder through his pants which he was aching to get out of. By the time you were about to protest that you needed more pleasure, he had already pulled his boxers off along with his pants. He smirked at the way your eyebrows raised a bit looking at his pre-cum leaking cock.

You reached down and gave him a few pumps before lining him up with your entrance, you whimpered quietly as you rubbed his tip on your sensitive bundle of nerves, while collecting your wetness and putting him back at your entrance. Johnny kept you from falling back by putting his right hand on the small of your back, and slowly pulling himself into you. You clenched your jaw as he inched himself further in, the stretch his cock gave you was filled with pleasure and good pain, "Oh Fuck- You're so- Mmh." He struggled to continue, needing to stop and hold before he came too early. Your walls squeezed him in more, causing him to groan again, you could feel his cock twitch and throb in you which only made you squeeze him even more.

"I need you to- Mmh- To relax-." He used his left hand to rub your thigh attempting to soothe you a bit. You let out a satisfied sigh when you finally felt him roll his hips out at a slow pace, still adjusting. As he got used to your tightness, he went at a swift pace. The sounds of skin slapping and the crate bumping against the wall filled the room. Johnny couldn't hold back the quiet grunts that slipped from his mouth every time he thrust in you. You felt so at ease with him in you, that your head lolled back, allowing him to plant his lips on your neck and leave deep-tinted hickeys that would undoubtedly be questioned the next day. He got put in such a trance that he was starting to feel numb, his mind going into such a haze that he without warning, grabbed you by the hips and flipped you so you'd be bent over the crate.

"Fuck- Sorry-" he murmured before plunging back into your dripping hole. Although his roughness was a bit new to you, you weren't complaining. His hand found a place on your lower back again to hold you in place, his brutal pace was surely going to leave you sore. You felt yourself reaching your second orgasm while Johnny continued slamming into you over and over again, he felt you squeeze him tighter giving him the sense that you were close. He reached for your sensitive bundle of nerves and rubbed at a fast pace, matching his thrusts. The added stimulation was only making you scream-moan louder, you could feel tears threatening to fall from the corners of your eyes. Your moans were cut to a gasp as you came, He followed soon after as the rhythmic squeezes you were giving his cock made him moan and slightly whine. You felt the ropes of his cum painting your walls, and slowly start to drip out when he pulled out with a pleased sigh. He plunged his fingers into you once more making sure to not waste any of his seed, the unexpected feeling leaving you to whimper quietly. "Next time, don't tease me like that."

[chaotic-mystery]

I would commit first degree murder to know your thoughts on calling best friends dad Joel daddy for the first time because 🥵🥴.

Just imagine being bent over his lap as he fingers you, squirming because it’s too much and his hand is covering your mouth because you’re being “too fucking loud”

Loosing control and begging daddy to let you cum

Okay bye I gotta sleep

- 💆‍♀️

"Say it again sweet girl, say what you said at the dinner table when you thanked me for dinner." He hissed at you while rubbed his hand over your ass cheek before giving a firm smack. You were joking earlier when you repeated Sarah's words after she thanked her dad for cooking dinner, but somehow it was different when you said daddy instead of dad. She didn't seem to mind or notice the intent with it, but Joel did. Maybe it was the way you batted your lashes at him while you watched him choke on his water a little bit, maybe it was the way your foot rubbed against his leg under the table.

"Daddy, please I- I need you please touch me." He chuckled and yanked your panties down roughly and went back to caressing your ass. “Where should I touch you baby? Hm? Tell daddy where you want him to touch you.”

You reached under yourself as you were laying across his lap and started giving yourself relief with your fingers on your throbbing clit, whimpering and moaning his name ever so quietly. He spanked you roughly and jerked your arm out from under you, “I said tell me, not show me. Use your words, had no issue before, bunny.” His tone was intimidating but warm enough to leave you wanting more. He set your chest on fire and sent your mind to the heavens, you needed him like a plant needed water, you were in heat. He drove you mad earlier the way he gripped his wine glass, the way he winked at you when he gave a small toast to the two of "his girls" being home for a couple weeks from college, he knew the smirk he had would get your head spinning.

"Touch me between my legs please- oh my god- I need you so bad, please daddy" you whined out and rested your head on the couch cushion. His warm fingers glided against your wet folds, grazing over your sensitive clit. "Oooh you mean right here, pretty girl?" Joel purred quietly and watched as your face contorted with pleasure. Your eyes screwed shut as he moved his fingers faster, his groans matching yours. He loved seeing how much you needed him, how much power he had over you and your body. "What if I touch you here baby doll? Would you like that?" He asks as he teased your entrance. Your hand squeezed the couch cushion and he didn't even finish his sentence before you were nodding your head in agreement.

"You're so mean the way you tease me after being gone for so long" you whined and wiggled impatiently, trying to create more friction between your legs somehow. "I'm mean, is that it baby? You haven't seen mean." Joel's hand pressed against your back to stop your squirming and his two fingers slipped inside you with ease and he let out a grunt. "Like a fuckin' glove baby doll, soaked for daddy, huh?" he was practically purring from the way your body reacted to him, how you squeezed around his fingers as they curled inside you while pumping in and out.

His warm hand held you in place as he went faster, groaning along with you while he watched closely at what he was doing to you. Your whiny moans got louder and his hand flew from your back to over your mouth, squishing your cheeks tightly to muffle you. “S’that feel so good bunny you can’t keep your dirty mouth shut? Bein too fuckin’ loud, that’s not what good girls do when they’re trying to secretly fuck their best friends dad.” Your legs squirmed from pleasure and you cried our as your nearing orgasm started to take over.

“Don’t you fuckin’ cum until I say so, you got that baby doll?” He mumbled against your temple before kissing your ear and biting it softly. Joel’s fingers never slowed once, they consistently hit the right spot inside that just made you melt and have you do anything he wanted. How the hell did he expect you to hold off having one of your best orgasms? “Daddy please I can’t please let me cum, I wanna cum for you, make me feel so good” your begging only turned him on more as it was muffled against the palm of his hand. He had full control over you and that alone could’ve made him cum in his pants.

He was the first man to make you feel this way, like you were mere seconds away from feeling like your world was crashing down. “You think you deserve to cum, sweetheart? Tell daddy why you should get that privilege.” His hand left your mouth and you gasped for air a little bit before trying to get your sentence out. “I’m a good girl for you daddy, please- I won’t tease you anymore in front of people I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, let me cum and show you how much I missed you, please daddy.” He watched you talk circles around yourself and stutter from his fingers pushed into you harder, your thighs squeezing shut as hard as you could to keep your orgasm at bay. “Go on then, bunny. Cum all over my hand, show me you missed me.”

You buried your head in the cushion as you practically screamed while your body shook, your orgasm taking control. He pulled you close as he slowed down, fingers stopping just before they were almost out of you, then plunging deep back inside. Jolting and wiggling ensued as it felt like crashing waves over your body and Joel quietly shushed you. Your muffled moans were almost silent with how hard you had your face pressed into the cushion. His fingers make their way out of your entrance and to his lips as Joel licked them clean and moaned desperately as he tasted how good you were. “You taste so delicious my pretty baby" Joel whispered before he kissed the crown of your head.

[hanasnx]

babe it's okay bc dick grayson IS over 6 foot and he has a long cock (i saw it!!!!) 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

wishing i was his sunshine gf who he spoils rotten 💔💔💔💔💔 he always makes jokes about how he's almost a glorified sugar daddy, but you always rush to reassure him you don't care about the money (he knows lmao) and im so sorry for this but, dick grayson has a voyeurism kink, a somnophilia kink and an arm kink bc he likes it when you cling to his arm like a koala to a tree.

he always gets home late after patrol, and seeing his pretty girl in any way is what gets him going, so he just couldn't keep his hands off you. you woke to your underwear being on the ground, and with his fingers in you 🤭

he always a spends a fucking FORTUNE on you whenever you go out, but he never lets you see the price tags. like my dude RUSHES to cover them so that you don't worry your pretty little head off <3 he started doing that after you told him "if you keep spending so much on me, dickie, you're gonna be in debt by the time we've been dating for like- a year!" so he's very cautious now. can't have his pretty girl worrying about that of all things! especially when you're as rich as him, i mean, all of things he buys is barely a dent in his bank account..! as long you let him touch your pretty pussy while you sleep, wash his hair (!), and be his sunshine, he'll be fine !!!!

(im literally so obsessed w him 😓)

baaabbbeeeee stopppppp

(me when someone says “arm kink”)

behold. elite arms for your arm kink viewing pleasure courtesy of a one dick grayson

☥ i think i saw somewhere that he was canonically 5’10 and that’s good and all, still very tall like i won’t deny it. i just feel like he has crazy tall energy.. and i’m a fool for “glow ups” and growth spurt trope. like in the first season he was shorter than everyone, and then second season he’s taller than everybody like 😵‍💫😵‍💫 i can’t get enough of it. he’s got like 6’2 energy to me

☥ thank you for telling me about your headcanon kinks for him bcos i’m still trying to delve deep into his psyche over here. still trying to figure him out, my sexy little human rubik’s cube

“he likes it when you cling to his arm” is soooo real. like where other couples would hold hands, you hold his arm. feeling his muscle under your palm 🫠

☥ when he realizes you’re awake, he whispers over the wet sounds of your pussy, “shh, baby, go back to sleep… just couldn’t help myself. be done soon.” he coos, and you’re so groggy you hum in content, adjusting further into his warmth while he’s toying with you.

☥ “cant have his pretty girl worrying” PLEAKBSLWBEME

“as long as you let him touch your pretty pussy” HFSLDHSLKCJS IM SO 🔥🔥🥵‼️

the fact he’s fucking loaded fr. he doesn’t like to flaunt it really.. a silver chain for himself here, an expensive motorcycle there… he’s very cautious with it. never liked the mansion life, too big too lonely. the apartment guy, the city guy,… unless he’s with you. then he feels like he wants to step it up. especially bcos he wants to fuck you that night after your luxurious outing

[arminsumi]

hi to my fav author 🫶 i was wondering if you could do prompt 13? but make it where dilf armin has a lactation kink 🫢 if your comfortable with that. thank you so much and have a great rest of your day

Oh sure thing angel 🤭💕hope i wrote satisfactorily hehe

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💕 ꒱ MILK MDNI

░ 🐬 Dilf!Armin x fem!reader

⚠️Cws; kinky SMUT 🥵🌶️

⚠️💦Smut cws; kinky sex, lactation + breeding + daddy kink, boobie sucking/milk drinking 👀, unprotected sex (creampie), dirty talk, mating press position

As soon as you cooed your newborn to sleep and tucked your kids into bed, Armin eagerly led you into the bedroom with feverish kisses down the hallway.

From the moment the bedroom door snapped shut, Armin was all over you; his hands praising up and down your body like he hadn't touched you in weeks.

"Someone's excited." You giggled teasingly when he put his hot lips on your boob. "Ah, 'Min, 's sensitive after milking, be gentler." you moaned against the top of his head. His hair tickled under your chin as he pulled off while sucking your nipple.

His eyes twinkled when a little bit of your milk squirted out by accident. You giggled embarrassedly, "You sucked too hard, not my fault." you defended immediately, but Armin licked an erotic stripe from under your boob, over your nipple, and latched his lips right back on.

"Hey, 'careful or more's gonna come out." you warned him amusedly. "I don't mind. It t-tastes good." he pulled away to speak, breathing hot against your sensitive nipple. He flicked his tongue against it. All he could think about was how heavy and full your boobs looked.

"What, are you tellin' me that you wanna drink my milk?" you teased. He looked up at you and sensually massaged your boobs. His eyes twinkled a bit when you said that, "Y-yeah, I do..." he blurted out. You raised your brows and laughed breathily, because you thought he was kidding at first.

"Don't laugh, I-I'm serious." Armin said, his whole face was searing with heat. He wasn't sure if he should play it off as a joke. It all depended on your response. "I'm down to try anything with you." you told him.

Oh boy, he pressed you down onto the springy bed so eagerly when you said that. His plush lips latched back onto your nipple, and he sucked gently. Occasionally he pulled away to circle his tongue around it, or come up for a kiss.

He whimpered and gulped down your milk hungrily. "Fuck, angel, your milk tastes really good..." he sighed, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. He put his lips on your other tit and tried sucking it for milk, too.

He was so hard against you, it made you wonder how long he had thought about doing this. Probably even back when you were first breastfeeding a few years ago, you remember noticing him paying special attention to your tits back then, as if he wanted something more than just to feel and kiss them.

Armin couldn't help but lay into you after he tasted your milk.

He muffled a moan on your boob when you ruffled his hair. He was so docile and almost submissive until he sunk his heavy cock inside. "Fuck, 'm gonna fuck 'nother baby into those hips." he groaned when he started thrusting into you.

His cock filled you up deliciously, but he got frustrated that he wasn't balls deep inside, so he pushed your legs as far back as he could.

Armin's eyes focused on the sight of his cock stretching you out; he loved seeing your pussy cling to him like that. "Fuck, fuck th-that's so good... that pussy's so fuckin' good, 'makes me wanna cream inside you so bad. You want that? Want daddy to give you some milk, too?" he murmurs against your face.

Armin's thrusts make the bed shake. You can barely stutter out in response, "Yeah, daddy, 'gimme your milk, please." you replied sensually.

He let out a tell-tale groan and stilled inside you.

You couldn't squirm because that tight position he had you had you in. His palms pressed your legs back as much as they could go, but one hand came to hold your ankle when he felt you shaking.

He knew that the feeling of receiving a hot creampie brought you close to cumming yourself, so he thumbed your clit and pressed a hard kiss to your lips.

"C'mon, cum f'me – that's it, let go and enjoy yourself." he murmured, rocking his sensitive cockhead in and out while rubbing a pattern that made your tummy do loopies.

He licked his lips and watched intently as your breasts jiggled while you went through your orgasm. His pale, veiny hands kept a firm hold on your ankles, his dick throbbing as he felt your pussy tighten and untighten convulsively around it.

"God damn," he sighed breathlessly, coming down to give your tits a sloppy kiss, "So delicious, baby, 'gotta let me suck your milk again."

I'm gonna be real I haven't paid much attention to lactation kinks, so I shrugged and thought... booba sucking and milk drinking... hope that's what it's all about 👀

[redbullf1car-left-tire]

This is gonna be a long f-ing post but here I go…

So I choose a a select few drivers and related them to planets and the gods/goddesses that go along with them, I got this idea from seeing some reels I mixed this idea with tarots. Some of these are started where others were just pictures I drew on to make ideas. None are complete yet but here they are…

Sun - Charles : cause of the pic I’m sure everyone has seen and being and like the planets slowly dying stuff but he won Monaco 🎉

Mercury - Lando : More being like the god Hermes goofy and more relaxed god, childish, looks like earths moon

Venus - Carlos : always being separated from the sun even though they get the most heat from them. Hot 🥵

Moon - Oscar : Looks like mercury, being only well seen when shined on by others

Mars - Max : Temperamental, fighting and winning spirit. 🏆

Jupiter - Checo: Father (Daddy), seen as a protecter ~ The Mexican Minister of Defense 🇲🇽

Saturn - Lewis : I saw on reel where is said slowly losing his rings, then Death before Dishonor which remind me of Lewis

Uranus - Daniel : Just seen as a joke, also has rings even tho they aren’t well as seen 🦡 then the god of this planet is for heavens and sky which idk man Daniel

Then I kinda started to not have reasons

Neptune - Russell : Blue

Pluto - Frenado :”I knew he would break” 💀

[atlafan]

in more lighthearted news, Lost and Lassoed is available for audio now and I’ve been so happy to be back immersed in the rebel blue ranch series! I’ve been waiting for Gus’ story, and the guy they got to voice him 🥵🥵🥵 and they’ve been making daddy jokes and he’s just so fucking serious and grumpy, I would let this man rip me apart!!!

[aurorawritestoescape]

Apology

Pairing: Devil!Dieter Bravo x actress!reader

Drabble for the Devil in Me series but can be read alone.

Summary: you stand the Devil up one night and then get to apologise.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, pwp,dry humping, f!masturbation, religious theme (light), fluff

Word count: 1k

A/n: I stared at that esquire picture for too long and had to get it out of my system JUST LOOK AT HIM😩🥵

You were on your way to the green room after a photoshoot when you noticed a movement with your peripheral vision. You found the Devil in the corner of an old set. Everyone was busy putting away the equipment and leaving and no one noticed him sitting on the floor waiting for you.

He was hidden by the shadows and probably some supernatural force. His feet were crossed at the ankles, hands clasped on his lap and he had the saddest expression on his handsome face. He was wearing a dark jacket with beautiful floral embroidery and light greenish shirt and pants. Under the shirt there was a white tank top strained by his broad chest.

“Is it a cross?” You asked, pointing at the necklace around his neck.

“Yeah. It’s upside down. Don’t worry, baby, I didn’t switch teams.” He joked but his sad puppy eyes made you feel a pang in your heart.

“What’s the matter?” You asked quietly, tilting your head and giving him a warm smile.

“You promised I’d see you last night. I was waiting at your place but you never showed up,” the Devil said with sadness in his voice. You felt a surge of guilt and averted your eyes. Your gaze slid down to his lap and you noticed his thumb rubbing his hand. You needed that thumb elsewhere. You wanted to apologize.

You made a step, put your feet on the both sides of him and lowered yourself straddling his lap. He raised his hands hastily out of your way and placed his palms on your hips. You were wearing a thin sheer black dress for the photoshoot and the heat of his palms immediately warmed your skin through the fabric.

“The shoot got delayed and we had to work all night. I thought you’d know and just leave.”

“I did but I really wanted to see you. Daddy missed his star,” he whispered, leaning closer to you and nuzzling his face in your neck. His hands were now rubbing your back and you felt warm and comfortable in his bear-like embrace.

“I’m sorry,” you breathed out and held him close. You felt his bulge pushing into your thigh and you adjusted yourself to feel it against your pussy. You were wearing lace panties and already felt them getting soaked. The Devil’s smell, sweet and smoky, was clouding your mind. His raspy voice, his big hands on your body made you ache for him and you mewled, pushing your nose against his scruffy cheek.

“Here?” Was the only word he said and when you hummed he grabbed your asscheeks pressing you closer to his soft stomach and lifted his hips pushing his bulge into your tingling pussy. You moaned and pushed your ass out so your clit was against his clothed cock. He began lifting his hips humping his bulge against you and you rode him like a wave, making a whimpering sound every time his clothed cock would press on your clit.

“Fuck, D,” you sat up and looked at him. He leaned back against the wall, your eyes met as he continued bouncing you up and down on his hips staring into your hazy eyes. His gaze was mirroring yours, half-lidded and full of desire.

You felt the climax building and needed just a little push to come undone. You wanted to pull your panties to the side to free your throbbing pussy but Devil seized your hand, tugged on the waistband, snapped them and took them from under you. He sneaked them away into his jacket pocket and you smirked but was too busy concentrating on the pleasure to make a comment.

His big hands bunched up your dress revealing your glistening pussy.

“Missed you too,” the Devil mumbled, dropping his head and watching your slick spread over his crotch. It was probably going to leave a stain but none of you cared. He was panting, lifting you up again and again, the bulge in his pants growing with every thrust.

“Touch me, D,” you pleaded furrowing your brows and pouting your lips.

“She wants me to play with her, huh?” he asked as his hand darted to your heat. He began rubbing your clit with his thick thumb splaying his fingers on your belly. You helped him to hold your dress up and grinded faster while he was pushing his clothed stiff cock into you.

He seemed to be close too. A drop of sweat slid down his temple and you reached to lick it off him. He grunted and tugged you onto his embrace, with his hand between your bodies. He increased the rhythm of his movements and you leaned down against his chest enjoying the way the material of his pants was rubbing your pussy along with his thumb.

The risk of getting caught, the way you were getting each other off, both still clothed made it so hot you felt that if you didn’t come soon you’d explode. With one hand on your hip, the Devil raised the other one to grab a fist of your hair. He tilted your head to face him and kissed you, his plush lips caressing you, tongue slipping inside and tangling with yours. He lifted you one more time and with a drop you both began coming. You moaned into his mouth and he swallowed every sweet sound you made while your body was convulsing with ecstasy. His cock was pulsing under you and he was coming in his pants. You felt his cum wetting the insides of your thighs.

When you both stilled and your lips parted, you rested your head on his shoulder, catching your breath and closing your eyes feeling spent.

“Are you free tonight?” he asked after some time pressing his lips to your forehead and wrapping his arms around you.

“Yes,” you smiled, already anticipating your date.

“I’m not,” he mumbled and you sat up looking at him with furrowed eyebrows, feeling disappointed and upset.

“Kidding,” he laughed, tugging you back into his arms and giving you an apologetic kiss.

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[slutz4fanfic]

Chapter 3

Word count: 2519

The sun rose in Austin a few hours ago. I'm currently sitting in my room figuring out my budget for the month. I should be able to move out in a few months if I keep it up how I've been. I know Joel and my dad said to chill with all this work but a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.

My phone vibrates on my desk snapping my attention to it. I pick it up and see a text from Skylar - one of my best friends.

"Hey babe mall today? I need an outfit for this weekend" it read.

"Violet dear" my mom's voice comes from behind the door. "Yes" I respond back. The door creaks open, my mom is standing there wearing a long sundress and her cowgirl boots. Her hair perfectly curled and her makeup flawless.

"Don't forgot we got Joel's cookout in a few hours and your daddy's in charge of the beer so we gotta make a stop on the way" she says with a smile. "I won't, thanks ma"

"You know Sarah should be back in town soon" she comes more in room sitting on my bed that I haven't made yet. Sarah is Joel's daughter who is away in college. She's a little younger than me, but none the less I consider her a good friend. I mean we basically grew up together with how often our fathers hang out.

I respond back to Skylar real quick with 'cant today. Joel Miller cookout, remember?'

Yeah?" I set my phone back on my desk and fully face her. "Yeah that's what Joel said the other night" she grabs my stuff animal on my bed playing with the fur a bit.

I guess I kind of lied when I said Skylar is my best friend, my mom really is. Skylar's a very close second though. I tell my mom everything, do a most things with her, she knows me best.

"I know Joel's excited" I comment. Ever since his wife passed when Sarah was young and it's always been the two of them. Then Sarah left to go to college in California, leaving him in that big house alone. Which is why I think he's always over here or hanging with my dad. Which I'm glad he has someone here he's close with.

"Yeah, wants to have a little welcome back party while she's in town for her break" my mom smiles. "Awe that's sweet" my heart squeezes at the thought of Joel setting a party up for his daughter.

"You know Joel though. If he planned it, it'll just be a case of beer and burgers, and maybe a single balloon" she jokes. "Yeah he's not one for decorating or planning big things like that huh" I snort. "You may need to help him" she says handing me my stuffed animal.

My face warms at the idea of helping Joel in his home, just him and I. "Y-yeah maybe" I clear my voice playing with the arms of the toy. "Anyway getting ready kiddo, leaving in 20" she stands up, making my bed whine in the process.

She walks out the room shutting the door behind her.

My phone vibrates again, I glance down

'Daddy Joel🥵 damn I forgot or you know I'd be there, I really gotta get a fit today I'm busy all week'

It read I shake my head at the message. It's known thing around this small town, Joel is a single bachelor, he's got his own place, own company, quiet lifestyle, not to mention he's quite nice on the eyes.

'Keep it in your pants' I send back with a smirk.

Alright Violet what are we wearing today...

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"Kid here's some cash, go in get a case of beer would ya?" My dad asks handing me money. This is normal I'm usually the beer runner for my father while he waits in the truck. I don't mind, he works hard, provides for us, I can grab his beer for him. "You know the kind right" he hollers after me rolling his window down.

"Bud- not budlight" I recite back with a slight eye roll. I've been doing this for a few years.. I know the beer. I made one mistake and they never let me forget.

I go into the liquor store, the cool AC blowing causing goosebumps to form on my arms and legs. "afternoon honey" "hey Marty" I smile at the older gentleman behind the counter. He's always working here and since I'm always running in here, we've grown to know each other a bit. He's got a mustache, worn out cowboy heat and a T-shirt that im sure has seen its better days.

"Daddy's lucky, just got a shipment of bud this mornin" his southern drawl strong and prominent. "Great!" I smile setting the cash on the counter before going to the cooler. The red and white case stacked up nice in the back. I grab a 24 pack, feeling my muscles flex at the weight. Hey, I'm not the strongest person in the world, I'm a baker for Christ sake. Only heavy lifting is bags of flour.

"Have a good day Marty" I grunt out before walking out the door with the case of beer heading to my dad's pickup. He gets out and gently lifts it from my hands. "Thanks" I mumble before going in the back seat. He slides the beer next to me, I grab my cookies quick so he doesn't smash them.

Once we arrived at Joel's,  you can instantly smell the charcoal and sizzling meat hanging in the air as neighbors gather in Joel's backyard, laughter and the clinking of glasses mingling with the golden glow of the late afternoon sun. Joel stood by the grill, a spatula in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other, wearing a simple t-shirt. He looked perfectly at ease.

I stepped in after my ma and pops, balancing a neatly wrapped tray of cookies against my hip making my sundress rise just smidge. My sundress was simple but lovely, the soft floral pattern swaying with every cautious step I took. Following my dad close behind, I watch as he tips his hat in greeting to Joel as we all approach.

"Hope we're not too late," my mom says gently.

Joel set the spatula down and wiped his hands on a towel, meeting us halfway. "Right on time," he says, his tone light. He gives my mom a quick hug. I watch his eyes drop to the tray in my hands. "Did you bake those?"

My cheeks colored faintly as I simply shake my head. "yeah, made them last night. Thought they might... go with everything."

"They're perfect," Joel responds, his voice softening as he sets his hand gently on my shoulder sending sparks. He stepped aside, gesturing toward the long table lined with food and drinks. "Set them down wherever you'd like." giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze.

I nod and move toward the table, my father already making himself comfortable chatting with the neighbors. I watch my mom grab herself a beer sitting on the bench enjoying the sun.

I let out a small breath and look around the picnic, neighbors from around the block I've seen and others I haven't. I do miss Sarah with these things, its nice to have someone my age to talk to.

3rd POV

Joel couldn't help but watch as she carefully unwrapped the pastries, her delicate movements drawing his attention in a way he couldn't quite explain.

When she turned, catching him mid-stare, he cleared his throat and glanced back at the grill. "How's you doing?" he asked, aiming for casual.

"Good, really good" she responds simply playing with the loose stitching of her dress. Joel's eyes scan around and land on my dad's, explaining some story to the neighbors. "He's been looking forward to this all week," Violet says, smiling softly watching him. Joel lets out a small chuckle shaking his head.

"Well, I'm glad you were able to make it," Joel said, a little too quickly. He paused, glancing at her again. "And... you look nice."

Violet blinked, her lips parting slightly as if she wasn't sure how to respond. "Thank you," she said finally, her voice almost a whisper. She smoothed the fabric of her dress, her fingers fidgeting slightly.

"Joel!" someone called from the crowd, breaking the moment.

He exhaled, flashing Violet an apologetic smile. "Better check on the grill before it catches fire."

She nodded, watching him retreat to the grill with a strange mix of relief and disappointment. Her father called her over to meet a neighbor, and she went, but her thoughts lingered on Joel—the way his compliment had seemed almost... vulnerable.

"Violet this is Tony and Samantha" violets  dad introduces. "They moved in down the block from Joel a little bit ago" he adds. "H-Hello" I respond softly with a smile. "She's a quiet little thing but sweetest women in this town, right after her mama of course, my wife- Lucy"  Jimmy smiles, his outgoing personality really coming out. "Lucy hon, get over here meet these kind folk" he sips on his cold bud Violet brought.

As her mother comes into the group, Violet slowly starts to fade out, stuck in her own world.

And Joel, while joking with some friends and flipping burgers, couldn't help but glance back at her every now and then. He watch as she moved through the gathering with her quiet grace, drawing his attention as easily as the sunlight caught her hair.

The cookout hummed along, the soft murmur of conversations and occasional bursts of laughter creating a lively backdrop. Violet found herself standing by the drink station, fiddling with the condensation on her lemonade glass as Joel approached, a plate piled high with burgers balanced in one hand.

"You hiding back here?" he asked lightly, setting the plate down on the table next to her.

She glanced up, startled. "Just... giving everyone else some space."

Joel chuckled, leaning against the edge of the table, close enough for her to catch the faint scent of smoke and something woodsy. "You always do that. Hang back, let everyone else take the spotlight."

Violet smiled faintly, her fingers curling tighter around the glass. "I don't mind it. I like watching people... seeing how they are when they're comfortable."

Joel's gaze lingered on her for a beat longer than she expected. "You don't realize it, do you?"

"Realize what?" she asked, her brow furrowing slightly.

"You're the one people notice," he said, his voice quiet, almost as if he hadn't meant to say it aloud. He reached out to adjust the edge of the napkin she'd left askew on the table, his fingers brushing hers for just a second longer than necessary.

Violet's heart skipped, and she quickly looked away, the warmth spreading through her cheeks betraying her calm expression. "I think you've been around too much smoke," she said softly, a half-hearted attempt at teasing.

Joel just smiled, that soft, unreadable smile that made her chest ache. "Maybe," he said, his tone low.

Before she could respond, one of the neighbors called Joel over, and he gave her a quick nod before stepping away, his hand grazing lightly across her shoulder as he passed. It was so brief, so natural, yet her skin seemed to hum where his touch had been.

The rest of the afternoon continued in much the same way—little moments where Joel's attention lingered on her, comments that seemed casual but left her replaying them in her mind.

When she was helping her dad refill his plate, Joel appeared beside her, leaning in slightly to reach for a serving spoon. "You're spoiling him," he said with a grin, his hand on the small of her back.

"He's easy to spoil," Violet replied, trying not to focus on the warmth of his hand on her back back from the opening of her dress.

"He randomly brushes against you all the time Violet. He's like your second dad" she thinks to herself trying to control her breath.

"Must run in the family, then," Joel murmured, so softly she wasn't sure if she'd heard him right.

She glanced at him quickly, but he was already stepping away, back into the flow of the gathering, leaving her wondering if she'd imagined the words—or the way his voice had softened just for her. VIOLETS POV :

The fading sunlight painted the backyard in hues of gold and amber, and I found myself drifting toward the fence, bottle of beer in hand. The laughter and hum of conversations behind me softened as I stepped away, the quiet calling to me like a balm.

I breathed in deeply, letting the breeze cool my cheeks. These kinds of gatherings—casual, lively—weren't really my comfort zone, but there was something about Joel's backyard that felt... different. Safer, somehow.

The sound of footsteps behind me pulled me from my thoughts. I didn't have to look to know it was him.

"Escaping again?" Joel's voice was warm, familiar. It made my stomach do this strange little twist, something I'd been trying to ignore all evening.

"Just needed a moment," I said, turning slightly to offer him a small smile. "It's a lovely evening."

"It is," he replied, stepping closer. He leaned against the fence beside me, and I felt his arm brush against mine—just the faintest touch, but enough to make me overly aware of the small space between us.

We stood there, quiet, the sounds of the party fading into the background. The silence wasn't uncomfortable, but it was thick with something I couldn't quite name.

Joel was the one to break it. "I saw you talking to Mrs. Davies earlier. How'd she rope you in?"

I laughed softly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "She was giving me tips on how to keep flowers alive. Apparently, I'm hopeless with houseplants."

"Not you," Joel said, his voice full of mock surprise. "You're too careful for that."

I looked down, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. "Careful doesn't always mean capable." i laugh at myself

"Don't sell yourself short," he said, nudging me gently with his elbow. His touch lingered for a moment, just enough to send a ripple of warmth through me. "I've seen the way you handle things. You've got this... patience about you. A quiet strength."

I blinked, startled by his words. "That's... kind of you to say," I murmured, unsure of where to look.

"It's just the truth," he said, his tone light but certain. And then, almost too softly to hear, "Not everyone sees it, maybe. But I do. Youve always been like that kid"

Kid. Just like how my daddy calls me.

I feel myself shrink a bit at the comment. stupid stupid Violet. I glanced up at him, searching his face, but he wasn't looking at me. His eyes were on the horizon, as though the words hadn't just shifted something inside me.

"Hey, uhm my mom mention Sarah's coming home soon" I bring up clearing my throat hoping to loose the slight shake to it. I watch Joel's face light a bit more "yes thank god" he smiles. "If you uhm need help decorating for her just let me know" I offer to him lightly playing with the paper from my beer bottle. "You have no idea how much weight you lifted off me saying that darlin" his eyes crinkle with his smile. My stomach twist at the look in his eyes. "It'll be my pleasure Joel..what are daughters to your best friend for" I add. "youre more than that" he chuckles at my response locking his eyes with mine.

"Joel!" someone called from the patio, the sound breaking our gaze.

He turned toward the voice, his expression faintly apologetic. "I should—"

"Go," I said quickly lightly elbowing him back, before the strange heaviness between us could turn into something harder to face.

He hesitated, just for a moment. His hand brushed lightly against my back as he stepped away, the warmth of his touch lingering long after he'd disappeared into the crowd.

I stayed by the fence, staring out at the fading light, my heart doing a confusing little dance in my chest. It was nothing, I told myself. Joel was kind—he always had been.

But as I pressed my hand lightly against my back, feeling the memory of his touch, I couldn't help but wonder if there was something more beneath the surface.

[ennieasys]

We are re-watching all the star wars movies bc we forgot almost all of it and here are our reactions to Episode II The Clone Wars. Everything Kat says is in bold (and trust me she says a lot) and CW for language, inappropriate/sexual jokes and references and a whole lot of gayness. Enjoy!

Little bitch (Anakin) jumps out of flying cars often?

Yes yes use your mindfuckery

Istg is little bitch a perv?

Am I the only one who thinks that dream scene was weirdly erotic?

Boba is but a babe

Run dilf run (jango fett)

Oh my fuck Natalie Portman's a cutie

Asshole (Obi-wan) you don't go in the same hole as another man it's just not polite

*Anakin leaves* Oh no, Padme's all alone, who will take care of her?

Oh it's the man I thought was an object in the first movie (viceroy) - Tate

She does not have the right to be that sexy

Oh shit little bitch did a fuckin massacre

I can be a better boyfriend than him~

Little bitch don't be a villain I didn't and I had worse, wait is that unempathetic

*Idk Padme does something hot apparently* Nice one gorgeous

Did jar jar just say the f slur?

The Jedi are not very good at their goddamn job

Oh so that's how the sith got the clones! - Tate

Oh shit she looks fuckin hot 🥵 (Padme in the white suit)

Ew the walls are gremlins

Poor c3 he doesn't deserve this madness - Tate

Kill him so I can get his gf

*Ani gets captured* THIS IS WHY U NEED A LIGHTSABER

*Padme says I love you to Ani* NOOOOOOO

Ugh imagine if Padme had a high quality gf this movie would be so much better. I actually thought that the queen and the handmaiden were in love in the first movie. - Nic

*They get chained* BDSM? This was unexpected

*Padme is picking her handcuffs* SEE SHE'S ACTUALLY BEING USEFUL WHILE UR SITTING THERE LOOKING UGLY!!!

*Anakin rides the creature* I wish I was Anakin and Padme was the beast

*Droids come* oh fuck murder cubes they're literally circles

Hot man is on fire (Samuel L. Jackson) you like difs? Yes.

Oh fuck is daddy fett gonna die? sighs I wish she'd call me daddy Oh shit he did die.

R2 is the best character. -Nic how dare you disrespect my queen like that

Oh shit it's sexy blue lady (Aayla Secura apparently?) u cheating on Padme? She has a boyfriend I can look!

The clones are still ass at shooting though.

*Baby fett with with Jango’s helmet* now that's childhood trauma!

Ick, am I the only one who hates the the young Padawan thing? It's like demeaning.

Do the Jedi know they're practicing slavery? Cause that's a no-no in my book

Bitch, they destroy the death star in like the first movie. That isn't that ultimate.

*Obi-wan says Don't let your feelings get the best of you!* Wow u really are an asshole

JEDI HAVE ELECTRIC FINGERS??? I have electric fingers Kat! - primary caretaker

Why is everything Ani does weirdly erotic?

You had that lightsaber for 2 seconds. How did you break it already???

Oh shit green grandaddy (yoda) is here

I guarantee someone has made a compilation of Ani erotically moaning

The name tyranus sucks.

Oh shit THAT'S A LOT OF SLAVERY

*Anakin and Padme get married* wow that was fast Kat cries in background u knew this was gonna happen at some point cries louder

[themonotonysyndrome]

This may be out of pocket but I can’t get it out of my head!

I feel like Castin is the type to talk you through it….

It? Sex and the orgasm that would follow suit. And he would teasingly do it too.

And I feel like he would prefer any position that allows him to be face to face or see your face.

The man’s got an authority kink and you can’t change my mind! Sure the whole ‘big Daddy caddy’ thing may be a joke but truths can hide in a joke. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy giving up control. I think he likes giving into his wife’s wishes and watching her bounce up and down on him with his hands behind his head and grin in his lips.

And you can’t tell me that Castin isn’t a ‘eater’ (eat her). Any man that loves his wife that damn much happily wears her thighs as ear muffs on the regular.

Ok bye!😘

I love all of these hornii asks in my inbox, man. Especially about Castin! So thank you, Anon~

(Putting it under READ MORE just to be safe.)

Oh yeah, Castin is definitely into dirty talks! This man can be downright filthy in bed! His past lovers and one-night stands have nothing but praise for his skills in the bedroom!

And we know he's the playful, teasing type AND IN THAT LATEST CHAPTER DO YOU REMEMBER IT, ANON!? BEFORE HE RIPS APART THE BARONESS DRESS!? BRO WAS TEASING ABOUT THE WHOLE CHAIN OF COMMANDS AND THEN HIS VOICE GOT LOWER AND LOWER!? HOLY SHIT! PANTIES WET AT THAT MOMENT DNJKDNFJDNF

So yes - dirty talk? Sexual teasing? And authority kink? Hell yeah! I feel like he would want his wife to try calling him Sir in bed as well. Beside the whole, Daddy thing. He'll make her work for it, downright begging even, before rewarding her.

Also:

I think he likes giving into his wife’s wishes and watching her bounce up and down on him with his hands behind his head and grin in his lips.

HOTHOTHOTHOT! 🥵 I just wrote a snippet about this because it's just too good and fit their dynamic - the Baroness taking charge of her pleasure and Castin just giving it all to her while enjoying a spectacular view.

Pussy eating/licking! God, one of my fave kinks as well! Great minds think alike, Anon! I wrote this too for that last ask. Castin just felt his wife's soft thighs press tightly against his ears. Letting her scent dominate his every being!!

[thatpunkmaximoff]

Story: 5 out of 5 Smut: 3.5 out of 5

This was my introduction to cowboy romance and I’m hooked. I need more.

Chasing the Wild is filled with a forbidden affair, a jealous ex, and a family history that will leave you hurting for Colton Wilder.

The forbidden affair with the ex’s grumpy dad is everything you didn’t know you needed until you pick up this book. Seriously, pick it up!

The spice is top notch, as is Colt’s… everything. And despite everything that goes on, Layla keeps her head held high and leaves you proud for our girl.

Even after the love affair, the drama, and the HEA… I want more. Thankfully we are introduced to another cowboy in here and I can’t wait to read his story!

* Wow. Kurt, the gas station employee, is a total dick.

* Oh.. my.. god. Who is this hot cowboy that paid for her gas..?

* Ouch. He just took off after the brief flirting.

* And now she’s tracked down the ex, the hot cowboy answers the door in nothing but a towel..? wtf. He’s grumpy af now 😬

* It’s his dad 😂 Holy hell. Ride him. Ride him right now.

* Colton Wilder. God, even his name is hot.

* Fuck you, Kayce! Did you really put Layla in debt, you asshole?!

* She’s snowed in.. alone with Colton.. yes! And he’s just offered her a job to make up for her car crapping out and having to miss out on the job opportunity she had.

* Aww. Colt’s jealous and doesn’t want to tell her about his friend Storm- a friend who sounds equally as hot as Colt. He has tattoos!

* God, I love Colt’s inner monologue. He desperately wants to fuck Layla, but won’t because of his son. Screw your son!

* Oohhh. Protective Colt. I love this side of him the most, I think.

* Who the fuck are Henrik and Alton Pierson and why did they hurt Colt’s cattle? It was definitely them.

* So close. So. Fucking. Close! And Kayce’s bitch ass had to ruin it by radioing in and then being a jealous asshole. Newsflash, YOU’RE BROKEN UP!

* Daddy Colt put his black cowboy hat on her to “lay claim”. Oh my god, if these two don’t fuck soon.. ima go crazy.

* “Wear the hat, ride the cowboy, and all that.” 😂

* Possessive Colt 🥵

* Fuck your son, man. Just bone down with Layla already!!!!

* “She deserves so much goddamn better. Better than I can offer her. And that's the entire dilemma I'm in... I want her to have noon and the stars and the sun itself, but I don't want anyone to be the one giving it to her because I am a selfish, old bastard.”

* Goddamn. She really sat in his lap and touched herself. Colt has some restraint.

* BAM. FINALLY!

* Don’t bullshit me with two weeks. Once Kayce returns, IF he returns, Layla better admit what his fuck up really was. Colt shouldn’t have to baby his fucking son just because he feels guilty for leaving him with his shitty mother.

* Dammnnnn. Colt can fuck 😏

* And they barebacked it..? Holy shit. That tub scene.

* wtf. Those Pierson brothers set a trap for Colt that Layla accidentally triggered? Why won’t he report them..?

* He gave her his cowboy hat!!!!

* Holy fuck. Kayce returned with a pregnant girl. wtf dude.

* Fuck those Pierson brothers. It’s about time those cocky assholes got arrested.

* Lmao. He’s eating her out in the bathroom while his son is on the other side of the door, asking if she’s okay 😂

* Can Kayce’s baby momma stop flirting with Colt? Thanks.

* “For what it’s worth, whatever this is, I want it so bad it fucking aches.”

* FUCK THIS PREGNANT BITCH. COLT NEEDS TO KICK HER AND HIS SON OFF THE RANCH!!!

* Five fucking months. Are you kidding me?!

* The kid wasn’t Kayce’s! Halle-fuckin’-lulah! And now Kayce is joking about Layla and his dad..? He knew?! Oh my god, she better go get her man.

* He showed to her graduation 😭

* Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. She went home with him 🥹

[angelisaslutforthesturniolos]

When you cant choose, why not have both🤭 part 1

Warnings: smut, p in v, creampie, daddy kink, (p n v), f!ngering), unprotected! (Wrap it before you tap it!)

Y/n (your name)

Chris

Matt

Nick

Aubreigh (your friend)

Your 21 and a Virgin! Your biggest insecurity was being a virgin past 20! You had thought of asking your friend chris to take it quite a few times, yet it just felt so wrong.

Chris had been your best friend for 5 years now, you were very close with him, and his brothers matt and nick.

You were supposed to be meeting Chris, matt, nick and aubreigh (your other best friend) at the arcade, for Chris's birthday, but you were running late.

You only just started getting dressed when you heard a voice.

"Hey, need some help" it was chris, he had a huge grin on his face.

"Chris! I'm getting dressed get out!"

"Ha sorry, nothing I haven't seen before".

"So, ugh you know what, fine I do need your help".

"Really" Chris smirked.

"Yes, I can't choose a outfit for your birthday." You said with an annoyed look on your face.

"Sorry, I was just kidding, of course I'll help!" Chris replied feeling sorry, he ran over and straight away pulled out this short, tight black dress, you never wore cause you felt you were on display.

"Perfect, this one makes your ass look good" Chris smirked jokingly throwing it at you.

"CHRIS!", "this is way to revealing". You shouted

"Oh come on it looks so good on you, pleaseee, for the birthday boy?" Chris said with a sweet tone throwing puppy dog eyes at you.

Ugh you almost cringed at the sight, "ugh fine, thank you and happy birthday!".

"Ha thanks, no need for a gift BTW, you in this dress will be my gift", he winked.

Chris and you were friends since forever! He had never thought of you any more than a friend, "why was he flirting so much" you thought.

You got changed but felt a presence behind you, "go away chris, ew gross, im getting changed." You yelled, but when you turned around expecting see chris, you saw matt instead, he was stood against the door frame with this look on his face, it was different, almost scary.

"M-m-matt?" You stuttered surprised, "what are you d- doing here, i-i am getting ready for the arcade!

"Hey baby, you look soooo good in that damn dress, mmm" matt said licking his lips whilst looking you up and down capturing every inch of your body in this dress, "im ready, but I don't know if I can go with you looking like that, to distracting." Matt said with a serious look on his face.

It almost looked like he wasn't joking..

"M-matt um- ew, your gross, now get out ill wear what I want!" You shouted, though you almost liked this side of him.

"I don't care what matt says I'll wear it to annoy him, yeah and he will be begging all night" you thought to yourself feeling very mischievous.

It was 9:30 pm and you, matt, Chris, nick, aubreigh all left for the arcade.

There was 2 cars, aubreigh, chris and nick in one, you and matt in the other.

It was just you and matt now, alone, it was so silent he could probably hear your loud breathing you thought, matt reached a hand and placed it on your thigh, you jumped shocked at his cold hand on your thigh. "M-matt what are y-you doing?" You said shakily, yet no reply, he was silent. You felt so nervous and sweaty, his finger started sliding up higher almost touching your heat, you felt yourself getting wet, until, you arrived

"No dang it" you yelled out loud by accident

Matt giggled at you.

Hey guys thanks for reading I know it's not spicy fanfic, but it will be very spicy in part 2!

Part 2 will be out today or tommorow! And it's gonna be very spicy sooo warning ⚠️

FILTH I MEAN IT!

With love and a dirty mind, 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵🫶

[firsttarotreader]

He did not just “who’s your daddy?” us all cocky like that out of the blue wtf, Mr Pascal. I’m on the floor 🥵

He looked super hot, but this “daddy” thing is a turn off for me now, the joke got old quickly. 😅