#he literally cries and throws up and the missionaries are like

[doawks]

i. melt into you, im changkyun.

♫ If I move too quick past you, I would think it's my reflection Being this close isn't close enough You could tell every time we touch, every time we, oh [...] That's when I melt into you

pairing. ex!changkyun x f!reader. genre. exes to lovers (?), smut, some fluff. warnings. manhandling, cheating (but he’s kinda like forgotten lol), dirty talk, implied jealousy + possessiveness, dom!changkyun to softdom!changkyun, praise kink, daddy being said once, little crying, creampie, unprotected sex━ missionary.

not proof read.

“does he fuck you like this, sweetheart?” the question was rhetorical━he knew the answer just as much as you did. “nah, i don’t think he does. because if he did, i wouldn’t have to be fucking you into my mattress every night and sending you on your way back home with my cum dripping down your thighs, now would i?”

you couldn’t help but turn your head to the side in utter embarrassment. changkyun saw right through you, constantly reading you like an open book. he knew you better than anyone, he knew you better than you knew yourself - and that’s saying a lot. you could never pretend when you were around changkyun, already knowing he would instantly call you out.

“c’mon, baby, fuck━” he lets out a guttural groan when he feels you clench down onto his cock tightly. god, changkyun will never get over the way your pussy feels. “so fuckin’ tight. i’m not going anywhere, baby, relax.”

you whimper at that. it’s not like he meant it in the way you thought, but it wasn’t exactly like you were in the right state of mind. when changkyun fucked you, he took you to an entirely different planet, literally. he fucked you hard and deep, leaving your pussy battered and legs a wobbly mess by the time he was done with you. when you two were dating, he left marks all over your body because he wanted to show the world how belong to him and only him ━ he can’t do that anymore however, much to his annoyance. but he doesn’t need to mark your pretty skin up anyway because you will always know who you belong to. your pussy only cries, aches for him and your heart is interlocked with his. you know it, he knows it. your new boy toy was merely a poor replacement to try to get over changkyun, but it obviously isn’t working, clearly.

“more. want more, please, kyunnie . . .” you aren’t exactly sure what you’re begging for. you’re honestly just blabbering at this point and changkyun knows that. he also knows how to shut you up.

shaking his head in amusement, changkyun hooks his veined hands underneath your knees, pressing them to your chest. when catching a glimpse of his biceps flexing, you instantaneously feel your pussy gush. his head lurches forward, silver necklace dangling prettily from his neck, “my insatiable little thing. you’re never going to be satisfied with what i give you, will you?”

you pout slightly, “i am.”

“no, you aren’t. but you will. you want me to fuck you hard and annihilate your little cunt, then so be it. but don’t try to push me away, you got that?”

maybe you overestimated just how much you could handle. . . just a bit. changkyun’s cock is thick, it always has been. he takes pride in that, quite frankly. the first time you two had sex, he remember vividly how shocked along with astounded you were when he lined it up with your pussy, eyes big and doe, mouth wide wondering how he was going to fit. since then, you thought you became accustomed to his size, but that’s only because he was giving it to you sweetly, inch by inch. even tonight, when changkyun threw you on the mattress, he promised to go easy on you, though you being as needy as you are, you knew you wanted - needed more than that. you only got to see changkyun once a week because you didn’t want your boyfriend to grow curious, so when he did fuck you, you wanted to make the most of it.

“fuuuuuck,” he draws out, throwing his head back, adam’s apple bobbing. he pounds into your squelching pussy mercilessly, a white ring of cum beginning to coat his cock when sliding out. “sweet little cunt━fuck, so tight. takin’ me so well, sweetheart.”

“d━daddy, my clit . . . can you, mhm, can you rub my clit?”

you were so fucking cute, always using your manners for him. he absolutely loved that about you. yeah, you might be a brat at times, but at the end of the day, you were always going to be his good girl. his.

he doesn’t answer verbally, instead, he takes his thumb into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the digit before bringing it down onto your clit, which twitched instinctively underneath the pad of his pollex.

on the brink of tears, you don’t think before you cradle changkyun’s face and bring his plush lips to yours. since you two began doing this whole ‘exes with benefits’ arrangement, it was agreed that there would be no kissing during sex because it would be deemed too romantic. you initiated the rule, unfortunately. only because kissing was the first intimate thing you ever experienced with your ex, who was once your boyfriend, changkyun. it meant so much to you especially because it was with someone you loved━love so dearly. you knew that if you were to kiss changkyun, it would bring you back to the first time you ever did. the memories suddenly pivoting in your head.

changkyun kisses you back sincerely, lips molding against yours. his pace comes to a halt, the hand that was under one of your knees quickly coming to your cheek, stroking the skin tenderly. you don’t feel yourself crying until changkyun acknowledges it, “shh. don’t cry, my pretty angel. i’m here.”

you’re silly. extremely silly. you never just wanted to fuck changkyun. but you knew, or thought, it would be the only way to relish in his warmth once again. you missed his touches, his words, sure, you missed him fucking you, but you really just missed him, in general.

changkyun pulls away slowly to press a kiss onto your nose. “need to take a break?”

“no, i just━missed you. not the sex, you.”

“i never left, baby. i was always here, no matter what you thought.” changkyun smiles softly at you, a smile that could light up an entire dim room.

changkyun’s words stick with you, because he’s so right. he never did leave. when he found out you were in a relationship, any normal ex would back off, but changkyun didn’t. he stayed in contact with you. or at least tried because you would never really respond to any of his messages. he made sure you were okay, wished you a happy birthday, a merry christmas. you two never ended on bad terms, but somehow, someway, you made it seem like you did.

god, how stupid you feel right now.

“i’m sorry, changkyun,” you choke, leaning into his touch. you missed him. so much.

changkyun puts your thighs at the side of him, bringing both his hands to your waist, gripping you. “no more apologies. just let me make love to you.”

with that, changkyun continues to fuck you. not hard, not rough ━ but slow and sensual. he tattoos open mouthed kisses onto your neck before going down to your collarbone, occasionally suckling your skin into his mouth. he yearned for this ━ just to be soft with you whilst telling you how pretty you are. he never told you he loved you enough back then, and that was his mistake. a mistake he would never make again. because now, he will make sure you know how much he loves and adores you with every 206 bones he has in his body. his life is purposeless without you, it has no meaning. you’re like his air, his water. you’re a necessity.

the head of changkyun’s cock kisses your cervix which has you arching your back of the mattress in pleasure. it feels good, too good. you haven’t felt this overwhelmed with pleasure and emotions in a long time. “kyunnie━”

“don’t think i can keep up any longer, baby. g━fuck. gonna come.”

“in me, kyun! in me. want you to come in me, please.”

he furrows his brows but nods his head nonetheless, “fuck. yeah, alright, angel. whatever you want.”

the mans hips speed up, balls slapping against your ass. the thumb he has on your clit also begins to quicken, causing your legs to jerk at his sides from the sensitivity and the impactful pounding. the sounds of your pornographic moans, changkyun’s deep grunts, and sweaty skin clapping is extraordinarily lewd but you can’t even find it in yourself to care neither does the man above you.

“c’mon, pretty baby,” he gently coaxes, “give it to me. make a pretty mess all over my cock for me. you can do that right, yeah? i know you can.”

your stomach starts to tighten, implying that your orgasm was quickly approaching. changkyun knows this, of course, because as stated before, he see’s right through you - and because he can feel your little pussy holding onto him for dear life, desperately trying to empty his balls. he chuckles, “fuck, sweetheart, you’re gonna milk me dry.”

with a few more encouraging words and deep thrust, you’re releasing all over his cock, changkyun following soon after into your pussy. as a heavy breath escapes from his lips, he deflates onto your chest - snuggling his head in the crook of your clammy neck - cock softening in the process while still being in your warm, gooey pussy. “love you so much, baby.” he whispers quietly in your skin.

you delicately shut your eyes, smiling while doing so. “love you, too.”

you knew you were going to have to find a way to break up with your boyfriend later on, but you didn’t care about that right now. all you cared about was the warmth changkyun was providing that you missed.

[twoheadedcas]

guys i lied ik i was thinking abt an au w missionary cas but LISTEN. what if he met missionaries while he lived in rexford (bc it's literally supposed to be rexburg id aka the second mormon capital of the world bc byu-i) n was like. ok ig i will let them talk to me bc he would feel bad telling them to go away and he's literally heard all of the bible n christian shit before so he's like there's nothing they could say that would surprise me n then they drop some verse from the bom that makes him think just a little too much abt his situation and it Rocks his shit bc a) he HASN'T heard it before b) his emotions are alllll over the place as a new human c) cas is like. Very impressionable. i think he would literally get baptized after the second lesson. ANYWAYS they quote that one verse in 2 nephi abt love and hell or some shit n cas thinks abt dean n gets violently ill n the missionaries are like. what is this. is this how he feels the Spirit. what is going on here

[elysianslove]

I'll see your haikyu prettiest moans and raise you jjk prettiest moans

fuck yes. i love u anon

THE BOYS/GIRLS WITH THE PRETTIEST MOANS — jjk edition  

at number six we have gojō satoru, and i feel like i have to include him because i just know this mf moans like a pornstar. he’s more of breathless pants and a quiet gasp that turns into a loud moan, especially when he cums. his gasps and pants, when he’s fucking you, are always a little higher pitched, but i think he sounds the prettiest when he’s being sucked off. because when he’s fucking, he likes to tease, a lot, and you don’t get to hear him unless he can’t manage any more words because the pleasure’s too overwhelming. but when it comes to sucking dick, he’s gorgeous. lots of hums of pleasure and approval, his mouth opening slightly, lips parting and jaw slackening as you take more and more of him, and then he just sighs. it’s so pretty how he sounds so vulnerable then, little, rapid gasps and shocked moans. 

for number five we have kugisaki nobara. god, she literally squeals. any time you touch her, in any way, she’s already whining and gasping and moaning. especially when you use your mouth and your fingers on her. she always sounds so desperate, like she’s about to cry, and it doesn’t quieten down or lessen in any way. if she’s riding you, she’ll bounce on your lap harsher while grabbing and squeezing her tits just so her yells will hiccup and echo. it’s almost a rhythm that’s created, where she’ll bounce and cry and moan and then settle and grind down her hips, humming and whining. if you’re scissoring, and she’s on top, she’ll bite down on your leg to muffle her moans but they do nothing to stop them. if she’s bottoming while scissoring, she’s as loud as ever, as always, and she always has this dewy, pouty look to her when she feels just a little too good, almost like she’s been fucked stupid. 

for number four we have mahito. hear me out. he is. very pretty. tell me he wouldn’t sound it too. he’ll also be extremely loud, very flamboyant like that. he’s unafraid to scream out, “oh!” whenever he feels too good, but i think his moans are very controlled, and for that reason, teasing. like he knows what he’s doing. like if you’re sucking him off, he’ll hum and whine and moan so loud it’ll almost sound fake, and say things like, “you make me feel so good,” and, “god, right there.” his grunts are high pitched and so pretty it’s ridiculous. when he’s fucking you, he giggles a lot, and grabs your face, hovering his lips right above yours and then moaning. ridiculous i told you. he also just throws his head back and has his moans drag out like, “o-o-oh, y-yes, yes.” all is good though, because fucking mahito means both an ego boost and entertainment. 

number three is itadori yuuji’s spot. even though i think he’s more of a grunter and deep groaner, i also think yuuji would be the type to whine and gasp pleadingly a lot. like it’s not that he leans into a submissive role more, yuuji’s just plain out a switch tbh, but no he just always sounds desperate even if he’s in full control. even if you’re the one tied up or whichever, he’s gonna be fucking into you and urgently whining out, “please, please, please,” by your ear. yuuji’s very loud too, unabashedly, shamelessly loud. when you’re sucking him off? he loses all inhibitions. the neighbors hate him. just such loud gasps, moans through gritted teeth, desperate, high pitched whines. he’s huge on praise too so i think a lot of his moans, while he’s fucking you, would be laced with hiccuping praises, like, “feel— hngh, feel so good, baby,” and “mmph, love your pretty, tight hole, mm— fuck.”

number two belongs to zenin mai. and listen! i agree that she would be a really, really good dom. TW, but gun play okay??? but listen. listen. sub mai. sub mai, and her sweet, little sounds. you touch her softly and she’s gone. her lips are tight and pressed together, and her brows furrowed, eyes pleading and desperately as she muffles her mewls and moans. until you sink your fingers into her cunt and her eyes widen, and her mouth falls open into a loud gasp like, “hah, hngh,” before it quietens into a low, “fuck.” she’s the quietest out of everyone i mentioned, but it’s so gorgeous, especially when it’s right by your ear. like you lift yourself to hover above her as you finger her, and she wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you close and burying her face in your neck and she gasps and moans tight lipped and pants against your skin you could cum from just listening to her. 

you already know who’s at the top. you already know. number one’s is for fushiguro megumi and no one else. pretty boy whines, gasps, huffs, pants, moans, all of the above, and it is the most beautiful thing you will ever hear. he’s also relatively quiet, and you have to get real close to hearing him, but that’s only at the start. he gets pretty loud when he’s close to cumming, just shocked yells and desperate cries, like he’s holding back, maybe even holding back tears. it’s already gorgeous listening to him from afar, like when you’re sucking him off or when he sends you the occasional nutting video, but when he’s fucking you missionary, with your legs wrapped around his waist, and he nips at your ear and moans directly by your ear it makes you shiver. he also, at the start, used to be really shy about it, and you could hear that shyness in the tentativeness and caution of his moans. but when he realized their effect on you, he doesn’t hold back anymore. and the fact that it’s all natural too, and he genuinely doesn’t force a single moan out? it’s literally how he feels being vocalized and it’s always some throaty whine or moan and the way he looks too dhjgfgsfgs 

before i go on for too long about just megumi, hope you guys enjoyed this one as much as the haikyuu one mwah <3

[daddiesdrarryy]

Characters’ favourite positions with their partners:

Harry & Draco:

Of course Harry and Draco do it a lot, in multiple positions, in any place they can, but Draco enjoys it the most when he’s riding Harry, because he feels like he’s the one who has the power, but also because Harry’s the deepest inside him like this, and it can reach...everywhere. He’s clawing on Harry’s chest, making marks on his skin, showing him and the rest of the world that Harry is his. Harry thrusts up into him deeply and Draco would throw his head back, gasping for air, feeling more full than ever. He’s extra pleased if Harry pulls him down roughly by his hair for a kiss. He rolls his hips and becomes in sync with Harry’s thrust, moaning louder. Harry’s low groans only make Draco more excited somehow. His thighs are strained trying to hold himself up, and it’s like Harry notices it as he sits up abruptly and pulls Draco close to him. He runs his hand into Harry’s hair and tugs, searching for Harry’s lips as they kiss again, bodies flushed together and Harry fucks up into him just the way he knows Draco loves. He knows Harry’s body as much as Harry knows his, and he always ends up wanting more.

Draco’s favourite sentence: “Harry, let me come!”

Harry is very versatile in positions, he can fuck Draco from behind, sideways, missionary, literally anything, but he adores it when Draco’s underneath him, his arms and legs wrapping tightly around Harry’s middle. Draco’s moaning, and his voice is like a beautiful song to Harry’s ear. He kisses Draco all over, the scars on his chest, his neck, and when he pulls back, Draco lets out the most vulnerable whimper, like he doesn’t want to let go. But Harry lifts Draco’s lower body off the bed, thrusting into him. At this angle, it reaches Draco’s special spot deeper, and Draco thrashes his hands clinging to the bedsheets. He calls out Harry’s name, reaching for him and Harry smiles almost smugly as he grabs Draco’s hands and keeps thrusting in. Then he can pull Draco up against him. Draco whines loudly when Harry stops thrusting up, so he’s moving his own hips, trying to fuck himself on Harry and kiss him until he begins fucking Draco again. When he comes, he wounds his arms around Draco’s back and kisses Draco back.

Harry’s favourite sentence: “You drive me crazy, Draco.”

Blaise & Ron:

Ron, as handsome as Blaise is, actually likes to be face down on the mattress, or any surface. He’s on all fours, his elbows and knees are getting sore, but he loves the weight Blaise has above him. He’s flushed behind Ron, kissing his back and nape, thrusting inside him. Ron would whimper when Blaise wraps his hand around his neck and tightens. He’s out of breath, but the adrenaline in his body rises and he’s brought closer to climax. Tears trailing from his eyes and dampening the surface beneath his face, he is even drooling a bit while moaning lewdly because Blaise is too thick and long and buried deep inside him. When Blaise spanks him, Ron cries out and reaches climax with a loud noise from his throat.

Ron’s favourite sentence: “Please.”

You’d think Blaise loves Ron’s favourite position as well, but he actually loves Ron when he’s facing him. Ron’s very vocal, even more in bed, and Blaise loves drawing sounds from Ron, wondering if his next sound will be louder than the last. Ron is needier in bed, begging and whining, and Blaise loves it. His fingers are gripping on Ron’s hips so hard it could bruise, and he does it anyway, as Ron has stated many times that he loves seeing the marks Blaise makes on his body. Blaise kisses the scar on Ron’s arm & the freckles on his body, knowing Ron would squirm and moan even more. He adores every reaction Ron makes, and his face is most disheveled during this time, sometimes he cries, only from pleasure, especially when Blaise chokes him with his hand around his neck, or when he slips his fingers into Ron’s open mouth, and Ron moans loudly around his fingers and sucks on it. Ron’s never allowed to touch himself, but Blaise wonders if Ron ever does it on purpose just to get Blaise to spank him, because he always has a little smile after being smacked for being naughty. Ron’s eyes look so blue and teary when Blaise’s deep inside him, Blaise couldn’t help but fucks him rougher, until the only word Ron can utter is “please”.

Blaise’s favourite sentence: “What a needy boy you are.”

Neville & Theodore:

Theo has been with enough men, he experiences all types of kinks, but when he meets and falls for Neville, he just truly realises that he loves it simple more, or maybe he just loves Neville so much. Normally he wouldn’t even care about the other guy, any position doesn’t matter, but when he’s with Neville, Neville makes him feel like he matters, and he’s loved. So Theo likes it face to face, when Neville’s deep inside him and kissing his throat, burying his face into his neck. He prefers looking at Neville’s face at this time, it’s the only time Neville loses his ‘good boy’ look and becomes a beast, sort of, because he’s ramming into him yet still murmuring sweet compliments into his ears. Neville is always so caring and attentive, making sure Theo reach his climax first, making sure Theo knows Neville loves him, and he kisses Theo almost hungrily during this time. And it melts Theo’s heart always.

Theo’s favourite sentence: “Hold me, Nev.”

Neville can’t help but admit he’s a vanilla sort of person, he enjoys missionary with Theo as well. At first, he’s scared of that because Theo has been with many men before, he knows more about stuff in bed than Neville, but once Theo has reassured Neville, he’s more confident in himself, especially when Theo’s underneath him, unable to be coherent anymore and just babbling Neville’s name. He loves it when Theo calls his name repeatedly, asks him to hold him, to touch him. Neville loves it when he trails his hands down Theo’s body and his lover shivers under his touch. He wants to be soft to Theo, but every time Theo makes a sinful sound, Neville just thrusts in harder, and it pulls an even louder noise from Theo. He would whisper things in Theo’s ear, moving his hips harder when Theo moans from his words. He trails kisses down his chest, wanting to paint his lover’s body with his presence. And Neville loves it even more when he knows he’s the only one that can draw a true reaction from Theo like that.

Neville’s favourite sentence: “I love seeing you like this, Theo.”

James & Regulus:

Regulus, as much as people think he’s the bold one in bed, actually gets a bit shy whenever he does it with James, that’s why he prefers when he’s facing away from James. He’s burying his moans into the pillow or the bedsheets, or muffling his sounds in his own arms, hiding the blush on his cheeks whenever James thrusts in the right spot inside him and showering him with sweet words. James is behind him, his hands would roam all over his body, caressing every part of his skin, and Regulus feels like he’s coming really soon just from that. James thrusts into him deeply, until Regulus lets out a loud filthy moan and a gasp when James wraps his arms from under Regulus’s chest and pulls him up against him. It’s even deeper like this, and Regulus loves it when James grabs his face so they can kiss. He has nowhere to hide his moans anymore, so it’s muffled between their kisses, and James swallows it up wholly. James loves kissing, and Regulus thinks he loves it as well.

Regulus’s favourite sentence: “Slow down, James.”

If there’s anything that makes James happier than making Regulus smile, it’s probably making Regulus come. James loves the noises Reggie makes, it’s always so lewd even when Regulus tries to hide it. The expression on his face is even more precious, that’s why James loves it when he’s looking at Regulus. Reggie, as no one knows, and no one should know, is actually flexible in bed, and James loves it when Regulus legs are draped over his shoulders as James thrusts into him. James looks at him, and realises he’s the luckiest man every time. Regulus’s lips are parted, his eyes are dazed with pleasure, and he bites his lips to hold back his moans. This is when James dives down to kiss him, because he wants to hear those beautiful sounds, and Regulus just looks so erotic like that. He slips his hands down Regulus’s jaw, slipping them into his hair, grazing his fingers over his nape, and kissing Regulus deeper knowing he’d draw out a moan from that. He thrusts harder when it happens. And it always happens.

James’s favourite sentence: “Let me hear those lewd sounds you make, Reggie.”

[letterstotheflre]

this is so random but i started thinking about having a baby with james and the dry spell you guys would have after birth until they’re old enough to be babysat by their uncles and the way james would literally not let go of you the entire time, trying to “make up for lost time” pls omg

i went overboard with this but i just had so much to say lol

look, james loves his baby. 100% adores him, but the little bastard hasn't let him feel or taste you for months and he's getting antsy. so when it's finally okay for sirius and remus to babysit him, james is pulling you out the door and driving back home. he even locked the doors so you have no chance of escaping.

once he throws you on the bed? oof, prepare for not being able to walk for a week. james made sure you'd spend the whole day alone, just one night wouldn't be enough for him.

he'd splay you down and run his hands and mouth all over your body, nipping and kissing every inch of you (especially your pretty thighs that feel so fluffy around his head). ooo and when he gets to your boobs? he goes insane. he's had to watch you feed your little boy and not spare him a glance, so now that he has his girls all to himself he attaches himself to them. he even mumbles little 'i missed you's to them?? like that's a normal thing to do??

he spends hours eating you out and stretching you on his thick fingers (i always imagined james with pretty big fingers so). he grunts in annoyance when you try to get away from him— he's been quite literally starving for your pussy, he needs to get his fill. he only gives you a break when your sobs and cries for him to stop get too loud.

and you're exhausted from all that (it isn't even noon) but you want to make him feel good too. your movements are sloppy and heavy, but james is so amused by your sheer will to be good for him. like you can't really get more than the tip of his cock past your lips before falling forward from exhaustion. and the cocky bastard just coos at you while bunching up your hair, kissing your nose before forcing you to rest your head on his thigh and kitten lick his cock like it's your personal lollipop. (firm believer that james doesn't really like forcing you to suck him off or stuff like that. whatever you give him always makes him feel good, and it's such a pretty sight seeing you so eager and desperate for him even though you physically can't do it on your own)

and when he finally—finally— pushes inside you? he has to take a moment because he's ready to explode just from feeling how warm and wet and tight you are for him. his head is thrown back and his jaw clenched, his chest sweaty and muscles straining with the effort of not breaking you, and he looks so pretty!! so so pretty and you start to cry because he's all yours!!

you do it in different positions: missionary, doggy, mating press, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl; any way he can twist you around, he will. he doesn't know what's hotter: the sounds you're making or the way you beg so pretty for him to fill you up with his cum. like you're cradling his face and just whispering "please, jamie, please. wanna be full of you, please give it to me. need to have you inside me all day", and shit, james has never cum so hard in his life. not even when making baby n1.

of course you take breaks between sessions, he’s not a menace (well… debatable). james carries your spent body and gives you a warm bath, then down the stairs to the kitchen. you can't really do much; just sit pretty on the mantle wearing his shirt, your fingers always wrapped around a part of him as he cooks your favourite meal <3 he feeds you little scraps and makes sure you're comfortable like the good husband he is :')

[divinefireangel]

SF9 reaction to their s/o being horny in the middle of the night lol ty

Me being horny rn helps ig ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Warnings: Smut. A lot of it. Female anatomy. Everything is consensual. Unprotected sex. Biting. Fingering. Pussy slapping (sorry for the choice of words, I'm tired rn 💀). Dom/sub tones. Manhandling? Doggy style. Oral (R). Missionary. Kitten as pet name. Riding. Thigh riding. Face sitting. Cockwarming. Dirty talk. Lmk if I need to add more.

Youngbin

He won't wake up till his dick is like super hard

And that's gonna happen easily cause you're squirming against him

When he does wake up tho

He'll grab your hips to stop you from moving

Slowly grinds his front to your back

Pleased breaths while his eyes are still closed

"Need some help jagi?"

And he asks that in a deep ass voice conveying that he's awake

Won't think much about it tbh

He'll just pull your shorts/underwear down along with his

And fucks his cock into your wet hole

Lemme tell you it feels heavenly when he enters you

You can't help but moan out loud as your eyes roll back

Harshly bites your shoulder and neck

His expert hips do an amazing job 🤤

The pace is fast then slow

Definitely squeezes your ass harshly

Inseong

Oh he's gonna be a lil pissed that you made him horny

But he doesn't get fully hard

He will in the morning but right now

He wants to punish you 😉

Strips your lower half so quickly you don't even finish a gasp

Smacks your pussy a few times while scolding/degrading you a lil bit

"Fuck you can't keep your hands off me can you?"

"Want me to make you cum baby?"

And while he's dirty talking to you

His fingers are teasingly running over your hips and inner thighs

Just to rile you up more

His tongue enters your mouth at the same moment his fingers enter you

So relentless in his movements

Thumb is circling your clit while his whole fingers pump in and out of you

"Yeah. You like that don't you?"

And fuck you do cause you're literally shaking against his body that's on top of yours

Starts to suck on your neck when you start to clench

Jaeyoon

Oh he's just gonna groan as soon as he's half awake

Not cause he's upset

Oh hell no

He's actually very happy

Just give him a moment to wake up

"Get ready to be sore in the morning jagi"

Bites his lip as his hands roughly turn you into your front

Straddles your thighs

Slaps your ass and presses his crotch along it's curve

Pulls both of your pants till your mid thigh

Enters you whole swiftly making your legs quiver

One hands is placed next to your head and the others is holding your head to the pillow

Literal inhuman pace

Wants to make you cum quickly

And preferable more than once

Mocks your whines omg

"Fuck can you feel the bed shake baby?"

"You love it when I fuck you into the mattress?"

Loves that your night shorts are restricting your leg movements making you writhe under him whenever you cum

Dawon

Oh he isn't asleep don't worry

Smirks when he hears your breathy moans as you clench your thighs together to relieve yourself

Slowly slips under the covers

Kisses your thighs so suddenly you shriek

Also kisses your folds over your shorts

When you throw the covers off your bodies, he pulls your shorts off

"Are you wet for me baby?"

Doesn't let you answer cause he's already diving into your pussy

Licks long stripes up and down at first

Then enters you with his tongue

Nose nudges your clit

Fingers pinching your inner thighs

Arms wrapped around your thighs and hips to hold you down

Cause you're shaking so much from the pleasure he's giving you with his mouth

Purposely swears while he's sucking your clit just to make you cry out for him

Very cruel

But it's okay cause he makes you cum hard

You're chewing on your wrist just to not scream from your intense orgasm

So proud when he comes up to your face level

Zuho

He'll be half asleep when he tells you to stop and go back to sleep

And also that he'll fuck you in the morning

But you are his needy kitten right

So you turn to face him and start to trace his facial features with one hand

Your other hand slips between your bodies to cup his length over his sweats

Slowly you tease him till he's awake

But what you don't know is that he's been awake since he asked you to stop

Cause when you teased him he was reminded of how good your feel wrapped around his dick and body

Grabbing your hand he surprises you

"I'll teach you a lesson now. My sexy kitten is horny for my dick huh?"

Throws the covers off so suddenly

Pulls you to the edge of bed by the back of your knees

Spanks your thighs till they're red while dirty talking you till you're begging him to fuck you like his good kitten

Rubs your folds with the head of his veiny cock

My gosh you can feel the texture of his dick on your walls when he enters you

Fucks you senseless

He wants you leaking on the bed but at the same time he wants to punish you for waking him up

He'll hold your face in his palm to make you look into his eyes when he teases you and when he cums deep in you

Rowoon

"Stop. Please."

Cause he knows that if he's hard he will fuck you till your legs are jelly

But he doesn't have the energy for that right now

When you whine and plead while tracing his chest and abdomen

He'll give in

Obviously he will

Pulls his night shorts down till his dick is free

Strokes himself during the whole time you get up and undress your lower half

Hand rests on your hip as you straddle his naked core with yours

Groans when you start to sink down on him

Definitely wide awake when he's completely in your heat

Moving back and forth bit by bit you bite your lip and release teasing moans of his name

"Fuck please go faster. You feel so amazing around me"

So many compliments 🥺

Pushing your hair to one side you lean down to capture his lips

Kissing him desperately you ride him faster

His hands rest on your ass

Squeezing it when you clench around him

Kiss his neck to drive him insane omg

His thighs tense and his hands roughly grab your hips when he cums

Curses mixed with your name

Which triggers your orgasm too

Yoo Taeyang

Tae would've been fast asleep

If it weren't for you sighing angrily every few minutes

Then every few seconds

All you were trying to do was to relieve yourself of your horniness

Clenching on nothing but air

Tae was rather tired today but if he wasn't, he'd be all over you and in you in every fucking way he knows

"Just turn on to your side"

His voice did startle you but you obeyed

So you spoon with him being the bigger spoon

That is until he moved your shorts to a side

"Fuck. You're really wet baby."

He says as his fingers play with your folds agonizingly slowly

Teasing your entrance purposely

When you beg him not to tease you cutely

He just lifts your upper leg higher till it's bent at your knee

Pumps his cock a few times leaving you in inticipation of what he'll do next

You moan when he enters you, taking you gently

Shuddering you clench around him so much that he hisses you to stop

Driving his dick completely in your warmth he just stays there

Not moving a bit and and groaning you to stop whenever you squeezed his length

Holds you close like that till you both fall asleep

Hwiyoung

He just laughs tiredly

"Babygirl I can't right now"

Almost sounds like whining

But when you kiss his neck and grind on his thigh and ask him oh so sweetly

"Please 🥺"

Fuck his resolve breaks and he's wide awake now

Gulps and licks his lips

"I have an idea. Ride my face."

He giggles when he sees your happy yet shocked expression

Massages you thighs as you climb up to his face

His eyes never leave your core 🤭

God he's never looked so hungry for you ever

His pupils blown, breathing heavy

The moment you are comfortable over his face he just goes to town

Pulls you lower by your hips

Eyes closed the whole while

Humming in approval at the way you taste

And you totally losing it above him is just motivating him more

Your cries

Your hands pulling his hair

Or holding the headboard

Or when you lean you head on the wall when his teeth scrape your clit

Gosh he'll want to do this every single fucking time you have sex

Chani

Okay he's gonna be a little lazy

He's too tired to fuck you or even get hard or so he thinks

So he'll just stop your whining by nudging your thighs apart

And pushing his knee in between them

"Make yourself cum"

He's barely awake lmao

When your start riding his thigh, he slowly wakes up when he feels that wet patch from your leaked arousal on his thigh

Slides his hand in his own pants and strokes himself to the same speed as you hips

The other hand rides up in your shirt

Tweaks your hard nipples

Kisses your neck when you whimper

Moans your name into your ear

Presses his hard chest into your back

Starts flexing his thigh muscles to give you added pleasure

Slips the hand playing with your nipples inside your shorts

Rubs your clit at a fast pace

"Close baby?"

Tiny pecks your neck to ear when you cum from his hand and thigh

Pecks at your cheek and jaw lovingly as you calm down from your intense high

SF9 Masterlist

[starlight-writes-stuff]

Hey lovey! Could I request a mcyt headcanon thing of how they each are in bed?

hi angel , and of course ! as always im sorry this took forever lmao . hope u enjoy (((:

AYO LOOK AT THESE : smut ! rough sex , choking , scratching , hair pulling , breeding / unprotected sex (wrp it b4 u tap it , bbys) , overstimulation , light bondage , i think thats all (:

reblogs are always appreciated <3

dream :

out of all the feral boys dream is the roughest for sure

it's all his gamer rage coming out

he truly has to control himself  / hold back

because he wants to fuck you until you cant remember your own name

but doesnt want to break you

he’s not the biggest fan or foreplay , only because he’d much rather feel you wrapped around him

but he loves to go down on you

would prep you with his fingers because lord knows you’ll need it

and once you started to squirm he’d get so cocky

“if you cant take my fingers , you definitely cant take all of me, baby .”

so many pet names - baby , kitten , pretty girl , bunny , bun , my little whore

he’d make you cum twice on his fingers alone

and wouldn’t fuck you until he was aching for any sort of stimulation

wouldn’t use protection (w your consent !!!)

the thought of his cum deep inside you , painting your insides … it fucks him UP

you KNOW clay would be the motherfucker to slap his dick on your pussy

would groan at the sound of how wet you were for him

he’d run the tip of his cock through your folds and collect your arousal

until you were begging him to fuck you - and even then he’d wait a moment longer

he’d ease in slowly , making sure you felt every single inch 

and would praise the FUCK out of you

“look so pretty taking my cock , bunny”

he’d stop to let you adjust to his length, but he’d be so arrogant as you bucked your hips

“want more , sweet thing ?”

you’d just nod , the pressure building in your tummy too much to produce words

and clay would grab at your chin so fuCKING agressivley

“i asked you a question , whore .”

he would just ruin you (in the most respectful way possible)

you’d cum for the third time within mere seconds

the room would be filled with the sound of harsh , slapping skin

you moans mixing with his - it was like a symphony to him

at some point your legs would go completely limp from the shear amount of pleasure clay was providing

and he’d circle an arm around your hips , holding your body to his as you came yet again

he’d get progressively less vocal as he approached his high , his raspy moans turning to rough growls and groans

and he’d bury himself deep inside of you as he came , muttering scratchy praises into the crook of your neck

as you and clay started to come down together it would be a complete 180

he’d pull out so gently , watching the way his cum dripped out of you

and would press sweet , tender kisses to every inch of skin he could get his mouth on

clay would run soft fingers over every bruise , every mark he left on your skin

admiring his work

he loves the way you look after sex - all fucked out and dewy eyed

would wet a washcloth with warm water and clean you up while murmuring over and over how much he loved you

the two of you would fall asleep pretty quickly after in a tangled mess of limbs

sex with him is quite the workout

george :

gogs <3

i have many thoughts on this subject yall

wakin up in the mornin , thinkin about so many things

would LOVE foreplay

something about being so intimate but not actually fucking is so <3 to him

he loves every single moment of it

starting from when a simple peck turns to something deeper

george’s tongue rolling over yours as he cups a hand under your jaw 

would do the thumb thing™ on your cheek

his free hand would roam up and down the curve of your hips

then up and under your shirt

the way that your breath hitched would make him sh i v e r

and george would start kissing down your neck and over your jaw to your neck

loves hickeys

and biting you

he’d take yall to some place soft if you weren’t already there and start to undress you

adores the action of getting you out of your clothes and insists on taking your shirt off himself

is obsessed w your titties

rolling your nipples between his fingers

sucking on the sensitive nubs , flicking his tongue over them until you could cry from pleasure

then leaves sloppy , hot kisses all the way down your body

is so good with his hands

knows the exact way to curl his fingers inside you

and is very good at keeping a rhythm that pushes you over the edge

but truly have you seen that boys hands because like

he’s all about pleasuring you in bed

it's his number one priority

and he knows your body incredibly well

the boy knows how to make you cum without even trying

yall have experimented and figured out what feels best

and he’s perfected those techniques

on the non physical side of things however

sex with george would be s i n f u l

the things he would say to you …

and in his fucking ACCENT no less

starlight has a voice kink

god he would talk so fucking dirty

the filthiest things falling from his lips as he’s thrusting in and out of you

he’d be so vocal

“just like that , love ,” he’d pant before throwing his head back

his fingers would dig into your hips as his moans turned to whimpers

the two of you would reach your highs one after the other

but george always makes sure that you finish first

sapnap :

we’re just gonna address this right away

daddy kink

(“call me big daddy” , sapdaddy , need i say more ?)

pretty dominant but not necessarily aggressive

more mentally dominant if that makes any sense ???

wants you so far in subspace that you’re all his

dumbification is so hot to him

“baby doll , darlin’ , sweet girl”

degrades you but in a soft way :,)

“look so pretty on my cock , whore”

“my sweet little slut , taking me so well”

spits in your mouth and holds your jaw until you swallow

loves to fuck your throat

literally uses your mouth as his personal fleshlight

hold your hair up for you bc he’s a gentleman

but would rather have it in pigtails

thrusts into your mouth hhhhhhhhhh

wants to see mascara tears and won't stop until he does

loves to give you facials

then takes 1476592837310982 pictures of you like that

his my eyes only on snap is 99% your face painted with his cum

honestly likes to cum anywhere he can see it

tits

backshots

on your stomach

l o v e s your thighs

and yall have absolutely done thigh jobs

would fuck you until you cried then marvel at the look of your tears

because you look so pretty when you’re entirely overwhelmed by pleasure

your face flushed a pretty pink 

eyes watering with crystal clear drops

then would make you cum again

“one more , sweet girl , you can take one more”

and you’d just nod , so deep into subspace that he words were like spells

how could you say no to him ?

aftercare KING though , would take such good care of you

would run you two a warm bath and carry you to the tub

bc lord knows you cant walk after him

and he’d run his hands allllll over your body , soothing any rough marks he may have left

at the end of the day he absolutely worships you

karl : 

karl jacobs , love of starlight’s life

i just think that he <3

karl has stated that he’s on the ace spectrum

so i think that sex with him wouldn’t be near as much about physicality

its about the intimacy and connection that comes with that for yall

and mans would make you feel so loved ,,,

he’d kiss every single inch of your body

and hold you so close to him as you two were getting undressed

loves kisses when yall are shirtless

because he can feel your heartbeat on his

and they sync up the longer u lay there

would go down on you for hours if he could holy fuck

he loves eating you out , drawing pretty moans from your lips

and is so good at it bye .

he can easily make you cum with just his skilled tongue

and fucks you with it i-

one of his favorite feelings in the world is your thighs tightening around his head

and your hands tugging at his hair as he makes you come undone over and over

you’re his favorite taste in the entire world

sex with karl would be sweet and soft and so so so intimate

it would be so loving

he’d have you look him in his eyes as he slid in

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnggngngnngngnngggggggg

and would stay buried deep inside you , not moving  until you adjusted to him

karl’s packing i just know it 

moans your name quite a lot

and murmurs how much he loves you , everything he loves about you inbetween thrusts

he’d hold your hands while you two made love

his grip tightening as he got closer

karl would make DAMN sure you came first

but loves cumming at the same time if you can hold off for him

the two of you would stay like that , chest to chest for a while after your highs

karl still tucked inside you

he’d love cockwarming dont @ me

is a fluffy mess after sex and always wants to fall asleep after

with you in his arms

quackity :

sex with alex >>>>>>

yes

please

he’d be . so fucking good . at everything he did .

alex loves foreplay

lapdances

bc he’s so obsessed with your body

and having you put on a show just for him ?

turns him on like nothing else in the world

lets you show off for as long as possible before he finally picks you up and throws you on the bed

hands hands hands

alex is so skilled with his fingers and knows how to hit all the best spots

has absolutely made you squirt on his fingers and is so cocky about it

has you hold eye contact while he eats you out

and the minute you break it , he stops

would have his dick in your mouth 24/7 if he could

and loves the way you look with your tongue swirling around him

keeps a hand on the back of your head and pushes down so gently

alex is definitely a soft dom

when he cant hold off from fucking you any longer he’s no stranger to tying your hands up

usually with his belt

fucks you in missionary with your legs over his shoulders

but also loves when you're on top

alex is a titty guy

such a boob guy

and absolutely covers your chest in hickeys and bite marks

getting to play with them while you ride him ?? heaven

once your hips give out from feeling so good , alex would lift you up and thrust into you

his fingertips digging into your skin , leaving pretty purple bruises

would play with your clit as he fucks up into you

“cum for me , princess”

loves cumming inside you

breeding kink

just saying

and watching it drip out of your pussy gets him hard all over again

his voice goes so deep while he moans

and calls you pretty names in spanish

vvvv vocal and loves when you match that

“show me how good im making you feel , baby”

[gyll-yee-haw]

Hi babes 🥺 , So this my first time asking if u could, (If u want to) write a little Hc or whatever u want of Daddy Dom Jake trying to ask reader for cuddles or kisses because he needs some luvin but doesn’t know how to ask 🥺 I love your writing u are one of my favorites💞 and I hope ur having a good day :))

Hi, babesss! It's an honor to write something for you, you've been here for so long making my posts better with your reactions pics 😭❤

So... it got quite long. Like 2.5k words... but you deserve it. Hope you like it!

Warnings: some kind of friends with benefits/sugar daddy energy, daddy kink, commitment issues, mentions of toys, spitting, slaping, Jake being a sad boy :(

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Let's say that you and Jake had a connection that was just too strong to ignore

But none of you were looking for something complicated at that moment of your lives

You could still have fun, though

Go on dates, laugh, dance, spend some money

And, of course.. if you wanted someone to fuck you hard, he was just the kind

So you started some kind of relationship that couldn't even be called friends with benefits, cause you weren't exactly friends

He would call you and tell you to be ready at 8pm and you better be

Then he would take you out

Some fancy restaurant or a night club

He would tell you what to wear cause he wanted to show you off

And you had him just that easy too

A pic in your new lingerie or nothing at all and he was already at your door step

I'm taking about fucking on club bathrooms

Touching in public

Motels

Cars

Or maybe at home, if you weren't in the mood to go out

But it wasn't some relaxing evening at home, like, watching a movie, ordering pizza and smiley make out sessions after a bottle of wine

It was all about him having you on a leash, literally

Down on all fours for him

Heavy degradation

"Beg for my cock, that's all I wanna hear from you, slut."

And he wasn't afraid to spent money on you. Every single night you went to his house there was something new for you. I'm obviously not talking about flowers or diamonds. I'm talking about lingerie for him to tear off. Toys. All kinds of toys… from vibrators to all sizes of plugs

He was so rough to you that he wouldn't even call you "babygirl", your name was slut. Babygirl is too sweet, he doesn't do that…

And if you dared calling him anything but "daddy", you were in trouble. Not even Jake. Only daddy. Didn't matter if you were in the bedroom or in front of other people. He would make you call him daddy in front of the waiter at a restaurant, for example

His life was definitely nothing but pleasure and power since you came along. Felt like a dream

But he was so miserable

He was miserable when he woke up alone

When he ate alone

When he listened to love songs on the radio

He was alone all the time. Even when he was surrounded by his family and friends

But he noticed it was different when you were around

When he saw your face, he felt some kind of warmth… not like warmth from the fire and the lust

Warmth as in... comfort. Like he forgot how much his life sucked when you weren't with him

And the minute you left, it was like you took all the light with you, all he could do was crawl into the darkness and wait until you came back

And while you didn't, he would think about you 24/7

Buy you new stuff and plan what he would do to you

Sometimes he wanted to call you and ask you to come over, but he wasn't horny at all and he would be absolutely incapable of getting hard, cause he was so fucking sad

Imagine how humiliating that would be, though? So he didn't call

He wouldn't admit he liked your presence. He acted like all he liked was your pussy and thats it

Something deep inside him was changing

He thought it was the sadness that was turning him soft

But it was obviously you

And you noticed there was something wrong on the day you were on his bed, had your ass up for him, and he flipped you over

It was weird. You had tried so many different positions, but he ALWAYS fucked you from behind

The closer to eye contact you got was when you sucked him off

Now there you were. Missionary position. Of course, his hand squeezing your throat at his movements were rough, but still… it was some new kind of intimacy. Your bodies were closer than ever and he kissed your lips 80% of the time

You thought about that night for so long. It was so good. So intense… and he couldn't get it off his mind either. The way he saw your eyes rolling back and you moaned loudly, because that was probably the best way to hit that special spot inside you... and he was facing you the whole time… he watched how desperate you were and how hard you were coming, clenching around him, legs shaking and he wanted to say something like "Shhh baby it's okay, I got you…"

Thank God he was able to hold himself back, huh?

Yeah, he kinda did. But that night changed everything

Maybe the next thing he bought you wasn't an anal plug, but a pretty dress

Like not an scandalous dress to show you off, but something he genuinely thought you would like, he wanted to see you smile

And he took you to the movies when you wore it for the first time

He kept his hands to himself during all movie, while you eagerly waited for something risky to happen in the dark

And then you walked out of the cinema

His hand holding yours

Walking around the city talking about the movie plot and not about your tits

You knew absolutely everything about each other's body, but definitely nothing about each other's soul

And that nice evening changed that. He told you a few things about himself, but nothing too personal. He was still extremely close. He liked to hear you talk, though. He listened very carefully. Asked questions. Laughed and felt a huge admiration during your stories

It had a real first date energy

Then he drove you home and didn't come inside

Both of you were confused. You spent the whole night trying to figure his new game out. And he just crawled deeper into his own darkness. If he wasn't sure that he was in love with you yet, after that date, he knew he was completely fucked

He planned on disappearing for a while. Only until he forgot about his feelings. Maybe see someone else

But the mere thought of being inside someone who wasn't you disgusted him

He managed to stay away for 2 weeks. No texts, no calls. You thought you had lost him. You tried to find a reason why he wasn't attracted to you anymore... He didn't have sex with you the last time cause he was only trying to say goodbye. But he was never that good with words

And at this very moment there was probably another woman in his bed

You were so angry that you didn't dare to call him

It was like you forgot how many times he spit on your face and overestimated you until you cried (not that those weren't great times too). All you remember was that one time he fucked you on a way that felt like he actually cared about you. Like he would make love to you one day. But that was only another one of his tricks to humiliate you. And it hurts more than when he used to spank you

You were convinced that you had enough. That if you saw him on the street one day, you wouldn't even look at his face

But the minute his name finally appeared on your phone again, you picked up eagerly

His voice was sweet. He called you by your actual name

He asked if he could pick you up

Not like he used to do: "You better be there"

He said "please"

And you were scared. You missed the times you knew exactly where this would end. When you would use each other's body, get dressed and leave. But now? You had no idea what he had in mind. Or what YOU had in mind when you said yes… but you said yes

And at the exact time he said he would be there, he was there

You got into the car and smiled at him

He looked like a complete mess. There was something wrong with him… for a moment you felt guilty for hating him when he stopped calling

Maybe he just had problems and wasn't in the mood for sex

Judging by the look on his face, he clearly wasn't. So what were you doing there? Another movie night?

Apparently not. He drove you to his house

He held your hand as you walked in and guided you to his bedroom

He stood in front of the bed and looked at you for a moment

"You're so beautiful, have I ever told you that?" He sighed, caressing your cheek with his fingers

"Yeah, you called me pretty little fucktoy once or twice." You shrugged

You made that joke to relieve the tension. He wasn't the kind of guy who would caress your cheek on a normal day. But your joke seemed to make him feel worse

"I'm sorry." He whispered, looking at any corner of that room, anywhere but your eyes

"Don't be." You assured him. "We agreed on this. That's us. It's fun, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess." He chuckled. "We're pretty fucked up, aren't we?"

"That's why we get along." You agreed

He clearly had something stuck on his throat, but he wouldn't say it, so you tried to change the subject

"So what's tonight's plan?" You asked

He looked like he was about to suggest something outrageous. But, honestly? After all you had already done in that exact place where you stood at that moment… you couldn't imagine what would be so shocking

"Would you mind spending the night?" He asked nervously

"Well, your own rules say we aren't supposed to sleep on the same bed, but..." You watched him curiously. "If you want me to, I'll stay."

He nodded and thanked you with his eyes

It was an unusual request, but it still wasn't what he was trying to ask

"What should I do now, daddy? Do you have something for me? For me to put on for you?" You whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck

His arms were crossed on his chest, and they hesitated for a moment

He was supposed to place his hands on your waist or on your ass and throw you on the bed

But instead, his arms wrapped around you on a hug. Yes, a hug. You were confused, but you enjoyed every second of it. He was so soft, so comforting. Even though he was pretty lost. He pulled you as close as possible and hugged you so tightly that you felt like he was gonna break you

"Okay, stop, hey…" You pushed him away and took at step back

His body felt cold without you. His heart broke. The look on his eyes could hurt the most heartless person in the world

"Listen." You told him. "I'm not gonna let you play with me like this. I know you must be going through a really hard time right now, and I'd love to help, but… I can't do this. Cause when everything goes back to normal, I won't be able to stand this, Jake. You're too fucking important to me, don't do this, please… don't give me hope."

"Do you have hope?" He asked. "That I can be good to you?"

"You are good to me, Jake." You replied. "In our own fucked up way."

"Yeah, but that's exactly what's wrong with me right now." He admitted. "I fell in love with you. I want things to change, but I'm just as scared as you are."

You didn't know what to say

Love? Was that why you were angry at him? Did you fall in love too?

"What are we gonna do now?" You asked. You were terrified he would tell you that you couldn't keep seeing each other. You just learned that two weeks away from him are too hard, you couldn't imagine your whole life without him

"I don't know." He sighed. He was exhausted, looked like he haven't slept these days. "I don't know what's gonna happen tomorrow, or after that, I just know that I need you here tonight. And I don't wanna fuck you, I just want you close. Just need your love."

He felt physically lighter after getting that off his chest

You smiled at him and sat on his bed, taking your shoes off

You crawled to the center of the bed and patted the spot next to you

It was a relief. Finally. That's all he needed

He joined you and you both just lay down there, staring at the ceiling for a while

Like you were two teenagers who had a crush on each other and were sharing a bed for the first time

Like he never absolutely wrecked you in there

You rested your head on his chest and his arms automatically wrapped around you

As time passed, you (specially him) started to get more comfortable

Before you knew, you were there, kissing each other's noses, cheeks, chins, lips… smiling and saying the sweetest things

You didn't know that side of him, maybe not even he did

Then you fell asleep in each other's arms

When you woke up, he was looking at you with a new sparkle in his eyes

He definitely wasn't that same broken man you saw the night before

"Be my girlfriend?" He asked after you had barely opened your eyes

"Good morning." You laughed

"Oh no, I already wasted too much time." He laughed too

"So what's the new deal? What comes with that title?" You asked

"More night like this. Some like the old ones too." He smirked. "You're gonna be officially introduced to my family and will have to go through a lot of boring and awkward meetings... oh, we can also hold hands in the park? Sounds romantic, I don't know. Fuck deals. Let's just figure this out together, okay?"

"Sounds wonderful." You smiled and kissed his lips. "Call your mom, ask her what's for dinner."

[yinses]

favorite way for the guy pillars to position their s/o's during the 'do'?

what a long drawn out way to ask for favorite sex position. but sin, is sin and i am here to pls.

as usual mature content listed below. keeping it relatively short-ish. at least no paragraphs this time. 

giyuu tomioka

—he’s a switch with a preference for you to top. its the best way for him to know that you’re comfortable because he can see your face and you have the ability to control the pace. 

— still an active participant though. battle calloused hands gripping your hips, often too tight when submerged in the thralls of pleasure. sometimes you’ll brusie, can’t help that. rest assured he’ll spend as long as it takes to kiss them away until they fade into your skin. 

— honestly, he really just prefers this position because he can watch. eyes drawn to the undulation of your hips as you work yourself up and down his cock. memorizing the way he disappears into your cunt. trailing along every drip of your wetness as it glistens down your inner thigh.

— he might seem passive on the outside, but he’s really just a big softie. there isn’t a opportunity missed to draw you up in your arms and collect you against his sweaty chest. he takes pseudo control this way, bucking his cock up into you slowly but firmly as your teeth bite into his chest. 

— most importantly, this position is ideal for aftercare cuddles. drawing your calves over his as he rolls onto his side still buried in you. 

sanemi shinazugawa

— sorry but i don’t think he really has the patience to care about how he folds your body. he’s more aware of what he bends you over or lays you across that makes the difference. 

— he knows how deep you can take him when your body it curves over the balcony in the back that looks over the garden. how much he loves your cries as you scrabble for purchase, ultimately only able to accept the rapid succession of his thrusts. 

— sanemi ruts against you like a man drunk with lust as you swivel your hips and clench around his cock. 

— maybe he just doesn’t care about the position because he doesn’t want to limit himself to how many ways he can enjoy you. 

— spread out across the futon. against the front walls the moment he returns from a mission. plenty of times on the floor. 

— in short his favorite ‘position’ is you. anyway he can get you and the memories he gets to keep after. 

gyomei himejima ( ye boy)

— huge fan of spooning you from behind, lining up every inch of your body against his so he doesn’t miss a single detail. its all about the intimacy of touch, hands roaming anywhere and everywhere while you rock along with his powerful thrusts. 

—oof, he’s a talker. mutters pretty words of worship about how much he loves how you feel around him, loving how you sound, nothing but love for you.

— beefy boy loves to stuff you full when he knows you can take it. he is not satisfied until he’s drained you of all you can offer. thick fingers skipping over your hips a and curling into your cunt to stretch you further. 

— i weep thinking about him grunting into the shell of your ear. his heated pants warming your nape. just reach back to tangle your hands in the short of his hair, dragging his lips along your throat before meeting him in a sloppy kiss. 

— please time this just right when youre about to come. just so he can swallow every whimper and whine as your body trembles around him. 

— yeet 

kyojuro rengoku

— tough because this man literally loves to have you any way he can get you? like just let him have you and he’s happy? but i suppose if you had to narrow it down, missionary is pretty high on his list.

— its sensual and pure. hands tanged together and offered up to him to pin them wherever gives him the most access. at your sides, to his chest or above your head. anywhere away from your body to give him unlimited access to lick, suckle and kiss along the plane of your body. 

— he will literally shower you with sweet words from above. telling you how beautiful you looked this morning and how he couldn’t get the image of you out of his head all day. this boy adores you. you aren’t ever getting out of his head. but its nice to give him more pretty images for his bank. 

— aint too proper for some dirty talk though. fully prepared to comment on how ‘your sloppy cunt swallows him up’ with that broad grin. all while absolutely melting you into the futon. 

— will 100% come with his face pressed into the crook of your neck before collapsing on top of you. 

tengen uzui

— hahahahahahahahaahha. as if anything could compare with the sight of you face down and ass up with your dripping cunt on display for him. your legs aren’t just shivering from the chill of being laid out bare or the thrill of anticipation. but your inner thighs are rubbed raw and speckled with blooming roses from the languid attention of his mouth. tengen really takes care of you before he goes to town. 

— ‘ i don’t really have to ask, huh, baby girl? i know you’re ready for me.’ ‘i mean look at you, we’ll have to throw out this mat. no saving it now.’ insert a lewd grin when your lips flutter and clench at his words. yeah, he knows what he’s doing. 

— you take him straight to the hilt. his thick cock sliding in without any hint of friction. possible for you to cum from that alone? really its your prerogative on how sensitive you want to be because you’re in for a long night. 

— depth, pace, strength are all variables under his control in this position. all depends on his mood whether he wants to rail into you or grind leisurely against your backside. shallow or deep, you love every second of it. 

— wail as loud as you can. he wants to hear each and every cry he prompts from your lips. and if its still not loud enough, he’ll give you a reason with a firm slap to your ass to spur you on until you’re teary-eyed and begging for more. 

— not as big as gyomei, but you feel every inch of him as you squirm on his cock. lavishing every praise he utters into your shoulder. 

— ‘love you so much. you’re too good for me.’

[lawrenceop]

HOMILY for the 5th Sunday per annum (B)

Job 7:1-4,6-7; Ps 146; 1 Corinthians 9:16-19,22-23; Mark 1:29-39

Both the prophet Job and St Paul write about having had conversations with God but how different is their approach to suffering and to their lot in life – why? 

Job has had every calamity and sorrow befall him – he has swiftly lost his wife and daughters, his friends, his fortune and servants, his future earnings, and finally his physical health. Job, therefore, speaks for us, voicing the existential angst that besets us human beings as we’re confronted by the limits of our frail mortality. So, from the depths of his misery and pain, he cries out as we have just heard in today’s first reading: “Is not man’s life on earth nothing more than pressed service, his time no better than hired drudgery?” (7:1) There is, in this passage from the long book of Job, which is worth reading in its entirety, a sense of hopelessness and unremitting anguish. Hence, he exclaims: “my days have passed, and vanished, leaving no hope behind.” (7:6) 

As Job continues in this vein, debating and dialoguing with his companions about the meaning of life, thirty-one chapters later, we’re told: “Then the Lord answered Job out of the whirlwind”. (38:1) God’s answer unfolds over four chapters, but it basically reminds Job of God’s wisdom and providence as Creator, as the one who holds all being in existence, and so, it is an invitation to trust in God’s purposes; that man, and even his suffering, has a purpose. Job, with tremendous humility, relents, and he says: “I have uttered what I did not understand, things too wonderful for me, which I did not know… therefore I despise myself, and repent in dust and ashes.” (42:3b, 6)

After this, God restores Job’s lot in life, and he receives twice as much as he had before the calamities befall him, so all’s well that ends well because he had great trust in God. And so the moral of Job’s life is that we should hold fast and trust in God no matter what comes. However, somehow, this is not all that satisfying. Because, if he’s lost it all once, it can happen again. The resolution is a somewhat naturalistic but worldly happiness of fame, fortune, and long life, but all these human goods are somewhat fragile and can be lost, so there we’re just called to trust that God’s will is being done. All this is a good moral lesson, of course, but I believe there is something more, something true and certain and firm that offers humanity genuine hope where Job has lost hope. 

St Paul, on the other hand, has also had his extraordinary share of human misery. As he writes, he’s endured “far greater labours, far more imprisonments, with countless beatings, and often near death.” (2 Cor 11:23b) He’s been flagellated, beaten, stoned, and shipwrecked several times, and has been in “danger from rivers, danger from robbers, danger from my own people, danger from Gentiles, danger in the city, danger in the wilderness, danger at sea, danger from false brethren; in toil and hardship, through many a sleepless night, in hunger and thirst, often without food, in cold and exposure.” (2 Cor 11:26-27) 

And yet, he never cries out or complains in the way that Job does; he is never robbed of his hope. On the contrary, he is extremely driven in his mission of preaching the Gospel. As we hear in today’s second reading, St Paul says: “it is a duty which has been laid on me; I should be punished if I did not preach it!… Do you know what my reward is? It is this: in my preaching, to be able to offer the Good News free… I still do this, for the sake of the gospel, to have a share in its blessings.” (1 Cor 9:16, 18, 23)

The difference between Job’s and St Paul’s outlook is rooted in the good news, the Gospel, that was given to St Paul when God spoke with him. So, on the road to Damascus, Paul was blinded by a bright light from heaven, and then he heard the voice of God; Paul encounters the Risen Lord Jesus who says to him: “Rise and stand upon your feet; for I have appeared to you for this purpose, to appoint you to serve and bear witness” to the whole world so that people may “turn from darkness to light and from the power of Satan to God, that they may receive forgiveness of sins and a place among those who are sanctified by faith in me.” (Acts 26:16, 18) This, of course, is the essence of what we shall do right after this Homily today, as we baptise one of our young parishioners: we’re turning him from darkness to light; we’re making a public proclamation as a Christian community of our fundamental hope; and we’re setting this child on the road to holiness through faith in God, that is, through friendship with Jesus Christ. For this is, in essence, what it means to become a Christian and this is what baptism entails. 

So, the reason why St Paul has hope and possesses a deep abiding joy, over and above the normal earthly happiness of Job, is because he has faith in the Risen Lord Jesus whom he has known intimately. So, Paul believes and hopes to be raised from the dead with Christ, and thus of having the final word, with Jesus, over all the sorrows and pains that life can throw at us. And he has the hope of eternal life in friendship with God the Blessed Trinity, finally victorious, with Christ, over sin and sickness and death. Hence he says: “To this day I have had the help that comes from God, and so I stand here testifying both to small and great, saying nothing but what the prophets and Moses said would come to pass: that the Christ must suffer, and that, by being the first to rise from the dead, he would proclaim light both to the people and to the Gentiles.” (Acts 26:22-23)

St Paul’s response to human suffering and the misery of our current mortal condition, therefore, is that we suffer with Christ whose grace helps us to endure all things, and so, with faith in Christ the Risen Lord, we have the hope of rising also from the dead, and so, of transcending all our current sadness and pain. This is the good news, the Gospel, that St Paul preaches, and that Christians and missionaries and the Church down the ages have spared no pain in preaching. Why? Because it is the light, the hope, that we have always needed in the sorrow and darkness of our human existences. For without the light of the resurrection, then, we have only the cry of Job: “Remember that my life is but a breath, and that my eyes will never again see joy.” (7:7) 

But, that is not our cry as Christians. All of us, having died with Christ in Baptism, now share the hope and promise of the resurrection and the joy of eternal life with Christ. Hence, our psalm response is “Praise the Lord who heals the broken-hearted.” For the Lord God knows that we are broken by sin, broken by sickness, broken by death and all the sorrows of this life. So he comes to heal us, but his healing is not a mere temporary restoration like the restoration of Job’s earthly fortunes. No, God heals us by strengthening our humanity, and making us fit for something greater and more lasting than this life: God in Christ comes to raise us up, through grace, to share in divine life, in the life of God himself.

So we get a hint of this in the Gospel today: Christ heals Simon’s mother-in-law, but St Mark doesn’t say this directly. Rather, he says (and I am rendering the Greek text more literally than the translation we’ve just heard): “He went to her, took her by the hand, and raised her up. And the fever left her and she began to serve them.” (Mk 1:31) The Greek word translated as “he raised her up” is the same word used over and over again in the Gospels when Jesus refers to his own resurrection, his being raised up from the dead. So, Christ promises in today’s Gospel account that we shall also, at last, be raised up from our final sickness, which is death, so that we can serve, meaning that we shall become like Jesus Christ himself who came to serve humanity by giving his life for all men and women. Hence the Lord says: “the Son of man came not to be served but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.” (Mk 10:45)

This, my friends, is the source of our hope as Christians. This is why we need not despair, even when things fall apart in this life. Because, like Job, we can and should trust in God’s wisdom and providence. But, more importantly, like St Paul we place our faith and hope in the Risen Lord Jesus, whose love never fails. Thus St Paul also cries out, not in desperation but with great hope: “I am sure that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.” 

Amen!

[wolvesofinnistrad]

Ballum sex headcanons no one asked for but you’re getting anyway

Their first time may have been in the park, but it was mostly just blowjobs and handjobs and a lot of frottage.

This means that when it’s time for their REAL first time as Callum puts it, he has time to think about it.

He OVERthinks about it, a lot.

Ben tries and fails to tell Callum that they already had sex, just because it wasn’t Anal doesn’t mean anything.

Callum still worries.

In the end it’s good, albeit a bit awkward, Ben having to coach Callum through a couple things, but he takes instruction like a champ.

It also helps that Ben has a powerbottom streak so he definitely doesn’t mind taking charge, rolling Callum on his back and riding him within an inch of his life.

Callum almost cries when he realizes how good sex feels when you’re with someone you actually want to have sex with 100%.

Ben really enjoys making Callum blush discussing their sex life in public, much to the delight of Lola and Jay’s utter embarrassment.

When Ben gets angry or upset about other people he’ll storm into the flat, drag Callum to the coach and start blowing him.

The first time this happened Callum was so confused he almost couldn’t get hard.

But Ben has a wicked tongue so he did eventually.

Ben explained he needed to just blow off some steam, and it was a terrible pun but it broke the ice and then things were normal.

After that it became a common thing, to the point that Callum started to associate Ben’s angry face with getting blowjobs.

This was super awkward when they fought, but it did mean they had an easy end to most of their domestics since eventually Ben would notice Callum was hard and laugh and they’d end up having amazing make up sex.

Callum gets very emotional during sex, and normally Ben doesn’t, but some nights they still cry when they make love because they’re both just so raw and open, hearts bared to one another in those precious moments.

When they first started having sex it was mostly from behind, a combination of Ben’s insecurity about Missionary feeling too intensely personal and Callum being used to that from Whitney since it was easier somehow for him.

Eventually they do end up trying Missionary and they both love it.  

There are tears...  and plenty of orgasms.

After that it’s about 3 quarters of the time they do missionary, unless they just want a quick shag or are out somewhere.

Which is something Ben lures Callum into since he’s nervous about public sex.

But it only takes a few times of Ben working Callum up during dinners or drinks or whatever they’re doing before he’s got Callum biting his hand to quiet his moans in the Vic’s gents.

Callum is actually fairly well-endowed, a fact that Ben relishes, even turning the ��Halfway” joke on it’s head by publicly letting it be known he also calls Callum that, but because “I can only take him Halfway most nights he’s so big.”

Callum can’t stand the name for yet another reason now.

He still let’s Ben call him it.

Jay absolutely stops asking Ben if he’s been beaten up when Ben arrives to the Vic limping after the second time he hears “No, Callum just had a go before we left.”

Ben loves having his hair stroked when they cuddle, but he likes having it pulled when they have sex and Callum is more than happy to oblige once he realizes it isn’t hurting Ben.

They balance each other out since Ben prefers it rough, and Callum prefers it slow and soft.  But with Callum Ben can’t get enough of being made love to, and Callum enjoys making Ben scream when he really lets go and gives it to him.

Thanks to Ben’s adventurous side, Callum and Ben get walked in on by no less than 4 people, including Jay “Not at work Callum please that’s morbid!”; Stuart “Oh God, my eyes!”; Kathy “Oops!”; and Mick “Highway you’re banned from the bathroom!”

They do eventually flip flop, and Callum enjoys it immensely once he gets over himself, but Ben being the size queen and powerbottom he is still prefers Callum topping.

Callum buys them one of those kama sutra books so they can try out new positions.

Ben nearly breaks his neck doing one of them when they fall over and they decide maybe they should go to the gym a bit before re-trying that particular position.

Callum has literally never used a sex toy or watched gay porn in his life, which Ben delights in showing to Callum, even if Callum argues he doesn’t need porn when he has Ben.

“Everyone enjoys a bit o’ porn Callum, don’t lie.”

Callum isn’t lying, he really only has eyes for Ben.

Ben is so shocked he actually throws out some of his porn.  Not all of it because hey, some of those cost good money or were hard to find, but he also doesn’t watch it hardly ever anymore since Callum more than takes care of that.

Callum blushes when they have sex, but Ben practically flushes down to his chest, whether from exertion or embarrassment at how he moans and mewls and writhes beneath Callum, he won’t admit.

Callum doesn’t care, he just loves Ben so much.

They learn each other’s bodies, but there is still always more to explore and know about one another and their sex life is never boring.

Callum hates seeing Ben hurt, but after a while he has to admit that he might have a thing for Ben looking a bit roughed up, but it’s less to do with him looking injured and more to do with taking care of his boyfriend.

Ben is more than okay with this, having someone fuss over him, even if that just means taking it slow during sex because Ben got in a fight and has bruises mean so much.

They’ve had sex on every inch of their apartment, once again to Jay’s utter horror when he visits.

Also Stuart’s, but they don’t tease him as much as Jay about it.

When people eventually ask if they’re thinking about having kids Ben replies that “Callum and I try every night, but it never seems to take.”

Callum is, as usual, embarrassed, but he’s long since come to recognize that as almost a sort of foreplay for Ben.

Speaking of, Ben is the master of foreplay.

He might prefer things fast, but when he slows down he can take Callum apart with just his fingers and tongue.

Callum is a fast learner and Ben teaches him well, so eventually he’s able to do the same to Ben.

Neither Ben or Callum have ever had anything as good as this, and they make sure they tell each other all the time, which definitely helps their sex life considering they both have massive praise kinks.

[vesuviannights]

Hello Claire, I am trying to write smut, and I blame (thank) you. I've never written it before and I'm feeling kinda unsure about how to go about it. Because you're such an inspiration, I was wondering if you had any advice for a someone just starting out like me. 😅 Thanks so much 😊💖

I accept (welcome) that blame.

I’ve written this post for similar purposes, but it’s focused more on getting comfortable with writing it without squicking out as soon as you start. I can definitely add onto it though, with some specific things that worked for me?

Same with the other post, not everything works for everyone and eventually you’ll spread your sexy wings and probably not use any straight advice anyone has given you - and when that day happens, it’ll be the best feeling in the world.

In the mean time, here’s things that worked for me and some things that I still do now:

Establish your preferred language very early on.

You probably won’t feel comfortable writing about sex if you don’t like the words you’re using, so figure out your preferred word for absolutely everything. Start with the genitals and work your way out from there. Some people prefer cock, others dick, some people stick with a plain old penis. Are you a pussy, sex or cunt person? Do you like breasts or boobs? Come or cum? Asshole, second hole, back hole? Write ‘em down. Play around with them. Say them outloud and roll them around on your tongue and in your head. You might find that you like one specific word for everything, or it might change depending on the mood of the piece you write, or even the character you’re writing.

Don’t be afraid to send the plot packing

Plot? Don’t know him. Get straight into the fucking. Don’t even worry about how they got there or making it believable. You’re here for the practise and to get comfortable with what you’re doing, worry about why your character is dropping to their knees in the back of a masquerade ball later.

Do little bitty baby smuts!

Headcanons! 200 word drabbles!! Two sentence stories!! All so amazing. Good ways of getting an idea out that you might want to use later and, just like above, good ways of being able to write smut without having to think about the nuances of plot, or even how the smut is going to end. Just write tiny little things. Tiny.

Refresh your creative writing techniques!!

This is the teacher in me popping out. We teach creative writing techniques for a reason - they work, even if you don’t realise you’re doing them. Want to create suspense or emphasis? Use truncated sentences ( “She cried out. Tight. So tight.”). Want to create a flow? List adjectives and verbs (“He sighed, moaned, keened as they thrust into him.”).

But also, don’t listen to the rules of the English language? It’s dumb. Start every sentence with ‘and’ if that’s how you want to make it flow. Have a sentence that’s 4 lines long, who’s fucking stopping you? Use repetition over and over and over and over again until your point is across. Use italics and capitals in literally any part of the sentence you want to create emphasis on, “Especially when your characters are talking during sex and you ne-eed them to–AH—be heard!”

Don’t be afraid to mimic

I’ll start off by immediately saying this doesn’t mean directly copying/pasting huge chunks of text and dialogue and calling it your own. What it DOES mean is that it’s okay to see a phrase or line in another smutty piece of work, go “oh I’d like to try that”, and play around with it in your writing. This can be from one line to a whole fic concept. No one is expecting anyone who is learning anything to come up with shit on their own, that isn’t how the world or learning works, people learn by seeing examples, scaffolding, doing and practising.

Hell, use my writing for this. Find a line you love but feel too unsure to write and just throw it in there. Work with it until it fits your work. Change a few of the words around. It’s a skeleton and you’re a god creating the meatsuit. You won’t know exactly what you like until you read or write it, and you can mimic another writer or even porn if you watch it, because what’s the harm?

Write it with whoever you feel comfortable

Depending on what you feel comfortable doing, the people you write smut about will change. I personally (and this is in no way shaming ANYONE) have never been able to write about real people because it makes me feel uncomfortable, and as I’ve grown in my twenties I can’t even really write about non-animated characters who are represented by actors because that also feels weird to me. What I DO feel comfortable writing about, though, is fictional characters who derive from books, comics and video games. So that’s what I do. Don’t write something or someone you don’t feel comfortable writing, you won’t have a good time.

Similarly, this can be extended to POV. If using first person makes it feel like too much of a self-insert for you and you don’t feel comfortable, skip to second person. If you don’t like the idea of writing to specific readers, skip to third person.

Use prompts

If any of you are old enough to remember, and it’s very possible this is still a thing, on Livejournal there used to be a thousand communities that were basically just multi-fandom prompt challenges. One of my faves was 50KinkyWays, which gave you a bingo card of 50 prompts and you just wrote a lil drabble or a huge fic for each using whichever pairing you wanted. And when I started writing smut, this was really helpful for me because it challenged me not to just do the ‘kiss, oral, missionary sex’ situation a thousand times over, and also forced me to research what I was writing about.

Way back when I first started this blog, I used this prompt list to steer what people requested. It was great, and gave me plenty of new material to use as a foundation for the requests.

If that’s too kinky or not your cup of tea, here are some other ones I’ve got saved in my drafts that are pretty fantastic too, ranging from mild smut to super kinky: 

Simple kisses prompt list

NSFW alphabet meme

Simple sentence starters

Mildly steamy sexy sentence starters

NSFW sentence starters - punishment edition

**

Thank you for coming to my TEDTalk and I am always so happy to talk about creative writing and how amazing and dumb it is.

Biggest lesson: honestly just disregard anything I have told you that doesn’t work and just fuckin’ go nuts love u boo xx

[thatesqcrush]

Vanilla

AN: Rafael Barba x Reader. This is for @melsquared79 who suggested the following prompt: #11 - “Please, remind me again why we’re having sex behind a tree?”

CW: language, smut, some angst

Tags: @madpanda75 @southern-magnolia @ottosuricato @delia26 @dreila03 @sass-and-suspenders @glimmerglittergirl @niyashell @mommakat32. Anyone else, just ask!

“Not for nothing but that’s some vanilla sex bullshit right there,” your co-worker replied, her brow cocked in disbelief.

You had been dragged out to a happy hour with your coworkers. Lots of cocktails and shot were had; very little food was consumed. A buzz had settled over your body and you were at the point where you were spilling tea on everything and everyone. And this time it happened to be on your sex life.

You shrugged, unsure how to respond. Your cheeks were flushed but you weren’t sure if that was due to the alcohol or your embarrassment. You didn’t date in high school or very much in college. After college, you were basically celibate, working long hours, trying to climb the corporate ladder. It paid off, career wise but not in the romantic department.

It was by complete happenstance, due mostly to your klutziness one morning, that you (literally) ran into the man who would eventually become your boyfriend. Spilled coffee, an exchange of business cards and a promise to pay the dry cleaning bill led to dinner and drinks with Rafael Barba, better known to the public as the top prosecutor in the District Attorney’s office.

“We have sex a couple of times per week. He’s very busy; you know how busy I am. So we just do what works best for us,” you continued. “Not everyone has time for whips and chains,” you added with an eye roll.

“Oh honey,” another colleague piped up. “If your man, was my man, we would be doing things all sorts of ways. You can’t tell me he’s satisfied with plain old missionary.”

“He’s always happy,” you protested defensively. You glanced at your watch; it was getting late and the conversation had steered into uncomfortable territory.

“You need to kick it up a notch. Your man is fine as hell - he can get anyone he wants and he’s going to look elsewhere. No doubt,” another colleague added.

You sucked your breath at that comment and decided it was time to leave. “Well ladies, on that note, I am out.”

The women began to protest. “Oh come on, we’re just teasing!”

You shook your head and threw a couple of twenties on the table. “Nah, I’m good.

I’ll see you all on Monday. Behave. Would hate for my boyfriend to arraign you for indecent behavior.”

***

You took the subway home that night instead of your usual cab. The comments of your colleagues began to cloud your mind. You wondered if Rafael was indeed satisfied with the current arrangements. Sure, the two of you weren’t breaking out the Kama Sutra or engaging in fluorescent rope Shibari. You thought about the last time you had sex: you were exhausted from closing a deal and he was stressed from his latest trial. The two of you engaged in a quickie in the bathroom as you both got ready for bed. You both were collapsed in bed just as quickly as the sex was had.

You walked from your stop to your shared apartment. You looked up at the window to your apartment and a light was on. You smiled. Rafael was home early, despite it being close to 10:00 pm.

**

Tossing the keys onto the small bejeweled plate on the table besides the door, you greeted Rafael with a smile who was reading on his tablet. He gave you a lopsided grin. Your breath hitched once more; you were always taken aback by his handsomeness. His hair had started to really grey and somehow, he became even more handsome.

He put his tablet down and walked over to you and pressed a kiss to your lips. The kiss caused you to wobble in your heels and Rafael pulled back concerned. “Are you drunk?”

“No. Yes. Maybe. I went out with the girls, ‘member?” you replied. You pressed your hands onto his chest and stared into his green eyes. “Hmmm.” He felt warm and smelled like a mix of bergamot, cedar and spice. “Missed you.”

Rafael nodded. “I missed you too. Guess it’s safe to say you had fun.” He helped you out of your jacket and kept you steady as you removed your heels, kicking them to the side.

You shrugged once more. “I don’t know. Maybe. I just really want to go to bed.” Rafael could hear the barest hint of a crack in your voice but he didn’t want to push it with you.

“Then lets go to bed,” Rafael replied, taking you by the hand, and leading you to the bedroom. You half stripped, just down to a camisole and your panties. You crawled into bed, not bothering to wash your face or brush your teeth. Rafael climbed in after you and pulled you into his chest, holding you close. You were asleep quickly but the few tears you had shed didn’t go unnoticed by Rafael.

**

The next morning, you woke up with a dull pounding in your head. You looked over at Rafael’s spot which was empty - not surprising. Many times he went into the office on the weekends.

But instead you smelled coffee and could hear the padding of his footsteps. You groaned as you climbed out of bed and patted down your hair so that you didn’t exemplify zombie status when you saw Rafael.

“Buenos dias, chula,” Rafael greeted you with a quick peck. “How are you feeling?” He handed you a cup of coffee, and you took it, sitting at the breakfast bar.

You waved your hand. “I’ll be better with coffee,” you replied. Rafael nodded sympathetically and handed you a bottle of aspirin.

“That’ll help too.”

You nodded. “So you’re home today?”

Rafael nodded. “Yeah, I was thinking we could use some one on one time with each other. I know work has been awful for the two of us. I told Jack to have SVU bother another DA this weekend.”

“Any place you have in mind?” You questioned as you swallowed the aspirin.

“Central Park? The weather is supposed to be nice.” Rafael suggested. “We could grab a bite before or after.”

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“Please, remind me again why we’re having sex behind a tree?” Rafael grunted as he thrusted into you. You braced your palms on the tree trunk, your dress flipped up, as you were bent over. Your head hung between your arms, your hair swayed with every thrust.

“Because,” you moaned as his cock hit the right spot. “I am trying to prove a point.”

“And that ... that point is what? Fuck!” Rafael groaned, balls deep inside of you.

“Fuck, papi. Don’t stop,” you moaned.

“Never,” Rafael promised, picking up the momentum. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and the sounds of your moans were drowned out by the waterfall in the North Woods of Central Park. Looking to get away from the hustle and bustle, you and Rafael walked along one of the lesser known parts of the park. Feeling auspicious and horny, you decided you wanted to prove your colleagues wrong. Rafael was surprised at your emboldened moves but he went with it.

For good measure, Rafael smacked your ass with each thrust. “You feel so good,” he crooned. “So wet, so tight.” You moaned in pleasure. He wrapped a hand in your hair and pulled gently.

“I am going to...” he warned, his thrusts becoming more frantic.

“Come for me,” you choked out. You took the opportunity to reach below to rub your clitoris.

“Rafael fuck, I am going to cum...” you babble incoherently. “Y/N!” Rafael grunted your name as he stiffened behind you, reaching his own climax. You both stayed there, basking in the moment. Finally, Rafael slipped out, tucking himself back into his pants. He looked around to make sure you were still all alone. The last thing he needed was for either one of you to get caught and land on the registry.

You reached down and pulled up your panties and fixed your dress, smoothing it over. “That was wonderful.”

“That was something,” Rafael chuckled. He picked up the blanket you had brought and took your hand, pulling you close to him. Rafael dipped his head to yours and kissed you. His tongue traced your bottom lip before he gently nipped your lip. You shuddered in his embrace.

Rafael pulled you back towards the path, and you walked hand in hand. You didn’t want to destroy the moment but also you needed to ease your anxiety.

“Rafi, you’re happy with us right? Happy with our sex life?” You questioned so softly, Rafael barely heard you.

“Cariño we just had sex in the middle of the park, where anyone could have caught us. Should I be worried?” Rafael teased.

You didn’t reply and Rafael paused his steps. He cupped your chin, looking you square in the eye. “Is that what that was back there?” You didn’t respond. “Cariño is that why you cried last night? Please talk to me,” Rafael implored.

You sighed and lead Rafael to a grassy knoll, where you spread out the blanket before you both sat. You were delightfully sore from the hedonistic pounding you just took minutes earlier. Your heart began to race, as you began to speak.

“I don’t know. Yesterday when I was out, I drank too much - obviously - and I started to reveal stuff about us. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry for that. But then my coworkers started saying our sex is vanilla and that you’ll leave me because you’re unsatisfied.”

Raul let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He pulled his knees against his chest and wrapped his arms around them. “Okay. Give me a minute to process please.”

You nodded and waited. A minute seemed like forever and you wanted to throw up. Finally, Rafael began. “At the end of the day, I love you. And I’m not going to leave you because we aren’t recreating Twenty-five Acts.”

You chewed on your bottom lip as he continued. “Our sex life is wonderful. Truly, it is. With our schedules, we do the best we can. If you want to try new things, I am a willing participant.”

You smiled brightly at your boyfriend, feeling relieved. “Okay. I just got into my head after what they all said.”

Rafael pulled you so that you were practically in his lap. “You have nothing to be worried about.”

You pushed Rafael down so that he was laying on his side. You laid next to him, facing him and pulled the blanket over your bodies. “Want to give it another go?”

FIN

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[mrs-hollandstan]

Please write a whole lot for richkid! Tom!! I just love your writing sm and u

Thank you so much first off. I made it longgggggg and I may or may not have cried during the last little bit. Don't mind me. A lil bit of NSFW throughout.

Okayyyyyy

Tom is one of those kids that doesn't he's spoiled fucking rotten

He grew up thinking it was normal

He was the type of kid to ask his mom why the other kids didn't have a Maserati at five and six

But the older he got, the more cocky he got despite his mom trying to humble him

The second he meets you though, all of his cocky humbleness goes out the window

He's star struck and he doesn't know how to feel

He thinks you're absolutely stunning and he finds himself with his brothers at a diner for dinner and malts just so he can (totally not creepily) watch you flit around behind the bar

"Why don't you just ask her out Tom?" Harry asks

"Yeah... we've come here three nights in a row and I'm starting to miss the caviar at Le Gavroche." Sam adds

"You think she'd wanna come?" He quickly pipes up

So when the boys say they don't know, he just walks over and sits on a barstool and quickly sparks up a conversation

Only having a few, not so serious relationships, you're enamored by how easy it feels to talk to him and flirt

After only a few minutes he asks if you'd like to accompany them and you agree

So after your shift, you're being escorted home in a limo which is pretty terrifying

But the smile on Tom's face is reassuring

He's a cutie

But his brothers know he's a cocky little shit and once he has you, you're fucked

So you go on the little date and all and Tom loves hearing you talk about yourself and he's just grossly in love

Like... its sickening

But after that night he asks to see you again and it's really cheesy like straight out of a Hallmark movie and its disgusting

And soon you're on like your fifth date and he's officially calling you his girlfriend to people and he loves it

And now you're starting to see the other side of him

Not that it's really shocking considering he got a little tipsy at a ball he took you too (totally coerced you into buying your dress) and the way he talked about some of the 'whores' made you laugh and you knew you were in trouble

He's constantly trying to buy you things

You don't have enough fingers for the rings he's showed you and wants to buy you

"Tom, I don't wear jewelry all that often."

"So... it's just 5000 dollars... no biggy."

There have been a few times you swallowed your tongue over the 'no biggy's' Tom speaks of

But you just hold his hand and look as pretty as he makes you because he's insistent

He buys you clothes and jewelry and makeup and whatever you need and sometimes... if you're short money from the diner he'll pay a bill or two

Sometimes you're so grateful... and he may get repaid in a blow or two or maybe some good sex but the thanking is enough for him

He loves when you sleep over at his place and wear his shirts and look middle class domestic

And sometimes he loves that life too

Being rich is stressful

But there's a lot of parties and galas and all kinds of stuff and he likes to buy you dresses

And when it comes to sex, he can't get enough of it

He's obsessed with how you look naked and how you feel

He loves the way you look on your knees

He loves the look on your face when he eats you out

And all the positions... oof

Missionary: loves the way your face looks when you whimper and moan

Doggystyle: loves the way you cry out when he hits that special spot

Cowgirl: loves the way your tits bounce

Reverse cowgirl: loves the way you lean on the bed between his legs and he can just kickback and watch you take him

You guys have done it standing

And he's kinky so you have toys and lingerie and heels and all

You have a pair of red bottomed heels that he literally calls the sexy time shoes

He's a major dork

But okay... back to your first times for sex

There's this place you now call first time lake because it's where you've done everything for the first time

The first time you gave him a blowjob was when he was showing you this little cave thing behind a waterfall

Real pretty until you turned and he had a boner and asked you to blow him

He also got a handjob near that same waterfall but... ehh

He doesn't particularly care for it

The first time he went down on you, you were out with him and his brothers who went out on the lake while you sunned and Tom rubbed lotion on your back and just stayed on the boat and all

And then he appears and puts more lotion on your legs and you smile and look at him over the bridge of your sunglasses and he can see your nipple because you're not wearing your bikini top

No weird lines fam

And he just wants to taste you so he just drags you to where he's out of sight and you're watching to make sure his brothers aren't suspicious and when he pulls your legs over his shoulders and dives in, you just gasp

He's good at oral and you're not surprised

You cum fast and he's sitting up with a proud smile, kissing you

"Back to it. You're gettin a nice tan."

The first time you guys sleep together is similar to your first oral

It's on the same boat and while you're watching them play a similar form of water polo, giggling and all, Tom sneaks up behind you and holds a finger to your lips, drawing your bottoms down and gently sliding up into you

"You're beautiful. This is an amazing first time sweet thing."

Within minutes, your hand on his wrist, you both cum together

He loves everything about you and he loves spoiling you

The little look on your face when you're annoyed is worth it

And you love him

The longer you're together, the more he can see spending the rest of his life with you

He can see himself throwing an extravagant wedding and inviting all of New York and London

He can see himself making love to you nonstop on your wedding night

He can see you going to shops and them calling you Mrs. Holland

He can see himself knocking you up with as many curly haired babies as you like

He can see those sexy times shoes being changed to baby making shoes

As many as the both of you decide on

He can see all of this in your eyes, in your smile, in everything you do

He loves you more than anything and the feeling is mutual

Despite him being a little shit

[aka-willow]

Dreams and Schemes

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Words: 1264

Characters: Willow Wren, Marty Fields, Ned Leeds, Kate Gray, Kilgrave

Prompt/Tag: “I’m going to ask you something and you have to answer me honestly.” x / @anti-solidcoffee

Summary: Willow goes out for the night and encounters a sinister figure

Song: Hot in the City – Billy Idol

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It was a chaotic Saturday night at Kate’s apartment as we lounged around her bedroom, tossing pretzel sticks at each other and passing around the bag of wine that Kate had stolen from her older brother. I sat crossed legged on the floor, scrolling through my phone and trying to find a game for us to play while squishing a ball of putty that I found on Kate’s desk.

“Kings,” I ask. “Anyone want to play that?”

“We don’t have any beer cans,” said Kate. “What’s the point? Unless you want to use Sprite.”

“You guys want to watch a movie or something?” Ned suggested. “Oo—like maybe a really bad one.”

“I could do that,” I said. “When’s Peter supposed to get here?”

Ned shrugged and checked his phone. “I don’t know. He told me he got tied up with something.”

“Should we wait?” Marty asked, with his usual zero-tolerance for tardiness. “I mean, I don’t want to wait all night for him to show up and have him bail on us again.”

“I’m cool starting now,” said Kate. “I don’t want to wait either.”

“What’s taking him so long?” I asked Ned. “Dude’s literally always late.”

“Probably the subway,” said Ned. “It’s been a nightmare this week.”

While Kate opened up her laptop and pulled up Netflix, I shut my eyes and listened to the city beyond her apartment, blocks away, trying to identify every voice that I’m suddenly zero’ed in on and every beep, hum, and crash. It was like a finger on the pulse of the pavement, a background static that I could tune into when ready.

I was almost ready to snap back into reality when I heard a cry, and it cut through the rest of the fuzzy wall of sound. Close. Could have been a few blocks away at most. You don’t have to do anything. You have no obligation to move off this floor. But didn’t I?

“I gotta grab some air,” I said quickly, standing up. “I’ll be right back.”

“What?” said Ned. “We’re about to start the movie.”

“Start without me,” I said. “I want to buy us snacks.”

I rushed out the apartment door, clattered down the steep staircase to the street, and found myself standing on a crowded sidewalk, as New Yorkers flowed like a river around me, many of them in line for the club next door. Focus. Where did that sound come from?

I took a few steps in one direction and then I heard the cry again. It was more defined now. Close. Close. I started running, pushing past other pedestrians, the crowd thinning out, and before I knew it, I was alone. Raised voices echoed off the buildings, and I followed them to an alley, where a haggard-looking woman was pushing back against a man making a grab for her backpack. Next to the woman sat a cardboard mat and several plastic milk crates. Everything of value she had was in that backpack.

“Hey,” I called down into the alley. “What’s going on?”

The man made a final pull for the backpack and stumbled back with it when I spoke.

“He trying to take my stuff!” said the woman, gesturing wildly. “I told him I didn’t have anything.”

“Dude,” I said. “Give her the backpack back.”

In a split-second decision, the man slung the bag over his shoulder and started running down the alley towards me in an attempt to flee.

The adrenaline hit like a wall when I realized how much bigger this guy was than me, but he was gaining on me and left me with few choices. My coat fell to the ground. The wings came out, and their shadow engulphed the dark alley.

“I said, give her the backpack back.”

Now the man cried out and fell back. “Fuck, who the fuck are you? Jesus, God fuck—”

“Easy nelly,” I said.

He fumbled for something in his coat, and as I moved to grab the backpack, out came the gun.

Aw fuck. Nice one, Willow. Really nice.

I lunged for the gun, just as he raised it. Shot fired. Miss. I clawed at his face and kicked upward, as hard as I could. I was so focused on that though, I missed the punch coming for my face and it hit my mouth straight on, splitting my lip wide open.

I may have enhanced skills, but I don’t have any enhanced resistance to pain.

“Fuck,” I yelled, and then screamed a war cry. Motherfucker was going down now.

I spun and the wings clapped him, hard, throwing him against the wall, the gun and the bag falling free. “You freak,” he said. “I’m calling the… police!” The woman scrambled to pick the bag up and I kicked the gun away.

“Get out of here,” I said to him. “And stop harassing homeless people you hoggish asshole.”

He got up and ran. I turned towards the woman, and she still had a look of horror on her face. The wings. I folded them back a little, but it was too late, it was too weird for her. Backpack fastened around her torso, she mumbled something and also took off running.

Whatever, I thought. You’re welcome. I retracted the wings and sighed, popping my headphones in for my walk back to Kate’s.

I shouldn’t have even left. It was stupid. Stupid. I’m not cut out for this stuff. I just get hurt and it sucks.

My phone buzzed and I stopped to open the text.

>Ned: Where did you go lol we’re still waiting

As I texted Ned back, I suddenly became aware of a figure stopped in front of me, from behind me on the sidewalk. I looked up from my phone and a man was standing there. He motioned for me to take off my headphones. Oh great. Please don’t be a missionary.

I graciously pulled out a single earbud. “What?”

“You should turn down that music. It’s bad for your ears.”

“Okay,” I said, and turned down the volume on Billy Idol.

“I was calling after you,” he said. “I saw what you did back there. It was tremendous. I’ve never seen anything like that.”

He was charismatic, over-the-top, and his voice gave me a prickly feeling on the back of my neck. But I stayed. Right there on the sidewalk. Listening. Get out of here, Willow. Get out, get out, get out.

“What’s your name?”

“Willow. Wren.”

Jesus, Willow, move now! Go, run!

“I’m going to ask you something and you have to answer me honestly,” he said, grinning. “I saw the wings, what else do you do?”

“I’m a fast healer,” I answered. “I can fight. I can hear really well.”

“Superhearing,” he mused, drawing it out like it was a song. “I bet that comes in handy.”

“Yeah.” Willow, you don’t EVEN tell someone about your powers! What are you doing?

“Give me your phone number.”

I gave it to him.

“When I call you, you’ll pick up, right?”

“Right. Yeah.”

“With wings like that, you must be a flier.”

“I am.”

“Good,” he handed me an envelope. “Deliver this for me. Address is here. She’s a bit difficult to get to. Shouldn’t be hard for you though.”

I think I did it, but I’m not sure. I couldn’t remember the rest of that night.

[thiccdaddy-mbaku]

Cream Pie II Erik x Black!OC

Paring: Erik x Aaliyah (Black!OC)

Prompt: N/A

Warning: Smut (das it b)

Word Count: 2126

Posted: 6/27/2018

A/N: At first this was plotted smut, but I’m having horrible sickle cell pain right now so I said nah... better not. But yeah, smut with no plot. Anyways, I’m posting this at 2:37 a.m. Goodnight to my fellow black queen <3

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Not even for the sake of her sleeping three year old in the other room could Mrs. Stevens stop beating and scratching the bedpost of she and her husband's canopy style bed. Her long soft pink acrylics repeatedly raked over the finish coat beautifully sealing the untarnished Rubberwood of the King size poster head, the bad habit would eventually lead to minute scratches overcoming the furniture set.

With a high pitched squeal and subsequent heavy panting, Aaliyah came for the fourth time that night. Her husband's large hand and long fingers easily maneuvered towards the sweet flesh of her thin, deep brown to grip her.

"Oh fuck! Daddy, please! Please! Please! —" Her prayers went unanswered; the wall of muscle and raw sex appeal ignored her cries, continuing to glide in and out of his wife's taunt and heated snatch. The slight curve of his thick meat had her sprawled out beneath him withering in agony from the physical and spiritual intensity of all her pleasure.

Erik faltered in his rhythmic assaults on her swollen goodness as to not immediately bust as her walls put him in a choke hold.

Stray strands of her twenty inch curly Malaysian bundles stuck to the sweat beads collecting at her forehead, which was slightly darker than the rest of her skin.

And as Erik Stevens looked down at the love of his life, watching her sizable breast rise and fall with the rest of her body, the taunt brown nipples still erect as if to say they were waiting on him. She sluggishly felt herself up to fasten the cool down time, her gingerbread eyes bore directly into his lustrous carob browns.

"I love you." They said in unison.

Erik repositioned his forearms so that his muscles would enclose her  and provide them both with the illusion of tunnel vision. He bent his head down slowly, the short dreads falling out of position and onto his forehead tickling his wife's rich brown skin when he went to sample her sweaty neck and plump lips.

To him, her laugh sounded like chimes. So clear and pure and genuine, it was his personal song and he wanted to hear it again. It reminded him of why he fell in love with her. "E, stop it tickles!"

The two continued to kiss and feel on one another until she eventually started to get frustrated with his teasing, she told him to stop before they fought. "Nah girl, I like hearing you laugh. You so fucking beautiful, look at you." With a quickness she pecked his mouth and went to suck on his bottom lip just how he liked. A deep moan and soft glottal stop escaped his mouth– and then a sharp intake of air.

While his eyes were closed to concentrate and his dick waited for instruction, resting on the smooth skin of her soft, thick brown thighs. Reaching between their bodies, Aaliyah firmly grasped his manhood with one hand; the un-calloused pad of her right thumb grazed over the meatus of his thick head ever so gently. This was payback.

Erik nearly fell off the bed from the shock of sensitivity shooting throughout his body.

She laughed.

He rolled his eyes.

"Yeah nigga, now you know how that shit feels."

"You better quit playing before I put another baby in you."

"Is that a threat or a promise, Daddy?" Slowly and with caution she restarted her skillful hand job; her wrist twisting and contouring to encase all nine and a half inches of his dick.

"Fuck girl, say that shit again. Just like that."

"What, you want me to say 'Daddy?'" Aaliyah was beyond the extent of self awareness at that point. She'd committed every aspect of their lovemaking to her memory.

"Yeah." Erik began kissing over the junction of her neck like before.

"Daddy, you gonna cum inside me? That's all I want you to do: cum all up in this pussy, Daddy. I want every single last drop you got," Her thick and sexually charged voice broke his train of thought, Erik had no idea what to do and she could tell. "Lay back baby, let me take care of you how you take care of me. I got you."

Without pause Aaliyah faithfully used the palm of her hand to encourage Erik to lay back and enjoy himself as she went to work on him. Taking charge, the small woman flipped the duo over before sliding her way down his sculpted body. Her lips kissed down the 'V' line pointing to his deliciously engorged cock and up his powerful and muscular thighs.

Her mouth salivated at the sight.

She was never one for control, always having been the more sexually submissive type; but with her curls now messily placed into a bun and her jaw relaxed to take all of him in, the gorgeous woman swore she felt her man grow half an inch from the feel of her tongue alone.

Every inch of him rested nicely in the back of her throat. Her tears turned black, made impure by the mascara coating her lashes. It made her feel somewhat dizzy and hornier than she already was. Just when his twitching and squirming became intense she stopped abruptly to let him cool down before she fucked the soul out of him. "I own this dick, Daddy. Say it."

Erik groaned so loud in frustration and arousal. What the hell going on with her?

When he continued to be stubborn she took her nails and lightly dig into the flesh of his pigmented colored throat.

"Ma, you own this big ass dick. It's yours. Daddy's dick got ya name written all over it right." He rolled his eyes and Aaliyah laughed quietly.

Her sweet, sweet pussy walls greedily inhaled him and her hand went to massage his weighted balls with her non dominant hand.

Using her feet for balance, her nails lightly scratching the copious keloid scars on his chest, she began to ride her husband with a quickness. It was as if tonight would be their last.

Erik's large palms repeatedly went to smack and fondle the dark ass and breast of the black goddess riding him. Aaliyah was loud, louder than she'd been in awhile. Her grip on reality was slowly subsiding and the air in her lungs began to thin out and Erik had to keep 'shushing' her as to not wake up the their sleeping toddler.

An airy mantra of 'Oh my God' was all she could cry out at this point. All other noises were either pants, moans, utterances of foul language, filthy squelching, or the intrusive wet sound of open mouth kisses as she proudly marked the territory along his neck, letting the world know this fine ass man she was fucking belonged to her. And her only.

Erik Stevens loved it.

Getting tired of their now sluggish pace due to her settling fatigue, Erik flipped them back over placing himself back in a position of power and control.

Now she was on all fours, back arched beautifully, her glorious brown ass was twerking onto the dick she married when they went into covenant.

The dick and the man belonged to her and her only.

He had his palm positioned at the base of her neck to prevent her from moving too much. Like clock work her thighs started to shake.

Remnants of her deep brown foundation and bronzer were beyond apparent even in the darkness of the setting. Using what was left of her lower body strength Aaliyah used her thighs to meet every one of his vicious thrust. Squelching and the slapping of skin were the only audible sounds next to their cohesive breathing.

Erik's intense grip on her hips and his unashamed moans only exhausted her more. His aggressiveness and ruthlessness during sex made her go absolutely crazy. Aaliyah's head hung heavy between her shoulders, chestnut brown eyes peering down to get a glimpse of his him fucking her.

The sight literally made her start creaming, forcing her to cry harder than she ever had before. The coiling heat in her abdomen only intensifying as the seconds went by.

"Oh fuck girl, when you start doing this shit? I did this?" He chuckled darkly, loudly spanking her round ass repeatedly to emphasize his excitement.

She could only nod; her full flesh-toned lips opened and closed attempting for sound to come out, but she could not speak because she was too busy cumming.

"Nah, Ion give a fuck about the nodding ya head shit. Answer me girl; who making you feel this good? Answer me." It seemed as if with every word he went deeper and deeper into his wife's guts.

"Oh. My. God. Daddy, please! Please!"

"Tell me ma, who got you like this?" His calloused fingertips crossed under her abdomen and began furiously rubbing at her clit to get her where he wanted her. Her high-pitched mewls and pants were sweet music to his ears and that twitching dick embedded inside her.

"You do, Daddy! This tight ass pussy only comes for you and only you! I love you and I love this dick! Put another baby in me! I want all of you! I want all this shit!" Her eyes had long rolled into her head, she was no longer thinking of what she was saying. Everything was on autopilot. His love cried out for the creampie of all creampies, something animalistic and primitive snapped in his psyche.

Jerking her around and throwing her onto her back and back onto their sheets, without notice his meat slid comfortably back into Aaliyah's tight pussy. He'd made a home out of her guts and by chance their child would do just the same.

They didn't typically do missionary unless there was sweet love making involved, but this moment was too memorable to miss out on. Precisely, Erik climbed onto the thick and gorgeous black woman sprawled out beneath him. Their chest rose and fell in sync, heads titled in opposite directions as they tongued the other down.

His large forearm was wedged between her arch and the mattress, positioned there to pull the potential two time mother as possible. His full lips and thick pink tongue took to claiming hers, and as much as she tried to dominate Erik in any form, his sexuality was far more manipulative than hers, forcing Aaliyah to submit.

Instinctively her smooth plush legs wrapped around his loser back; the heels of her pedicured feet rested just at the small of his back.

Repeatedly her acrylic nails scratched and dug at her man's copious keloid scars, making his member twitch and throb relentlessly.

"E, I love you so fucking much. You make me feel so fucking good, Daddy. Look at me, Daddy." His face was buried deep in the crook of her neck sucking at the skin; he did not hear her until her soft fingers gripped at his beard to coax him away from his concentrated state.

"I love you so much." They shared another deep kiss, still feeling one another up as they rocked into each other . "You and baby girl in there, I always got what's mine. And right now I'm about to rip this nut from you girl. You wanted another baby, you getting one."

Of all the times they were intimate, this was ranked in the top three by far. Erik took her thick thighs and pinned them to her torso with just his forearm. Their positions kept her knees together and forced her tight pussy walls to suffocate his meaty dick.

Erik was loosing it.

Her hands began grabbing for any and everything; Erik forcing her hands to maintain position for the enjoyment of watching her squirm and cry out in frustration. His thumb forced its way between her thighs and to the sensitive tingling bundle of nerves.

"Look at me baby, I want you to come with me." While his thumb worked at her clit and he fucked into her, Aaliyah's baby boomer nails snuck down to firmly squeeze his balls and immediately Erik nutted. Hard.

They came simultaneously. Her muffled wails and sporadic convulsing was the equivalent of his muttered profanity and his shaky movements; it was a painful bliss both of them. The rapid contractions of her walls extending his orgasm by much.

When he finally pulled out, Erik took his hand and smacked her exposed pink roughly.

"Oh fuck! Erik what's wrong with you?!"

He could only smirk and stare into her eyes. Imma get a rag; hold that shit until I get back, we having a soccer team." He pecked her lips before getting up.

Aaliyah squealed before tossing herself back into the bed.

"God I love him."

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Don't forget to review, comment, and reblog (I sound like a youtube lmao). I haven't posted a fic in a good ass minute, so this is just for the time being to hold y'all over while I get my mental and physical health together. Love y’all :)