#he's sooooo impatient he just wants his cock down your throat but he knows that if he even tries anything there'll be serious consequences

[umemiyan]

a fine day to make a man whine and pout, i gotta know which one you’re thinking of

........................satoru 😔😔😔

[littlemochabunni]

I’m Sooo Sorry for Your Loss. ~ pt.2

Toji x fem reader (black coded) ft. Toji’s wife?!?!?!

summary: With Toji’s wife back. You guys give him a whole new meaning of gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. (:

Content: Bondage, oral (m receiving), wax play, teasing, gaslighting tf outta Toji, orgasm denial, fem masturbating (with a helping hand), squirting, Toji whimpering (once cause I can’t 😭)

a/n: when they go low, we go lower…. Serious apologies and appreciations to those of you that were kind and patient with me when waiting for this part 2. The love I once had for this man is gone and the thought odd writing about being in bed with him gave me the biggest ick. He’s still my bbd but fuck that man fr. P.S I do write with a black woman in mind because👋🏾 but anyone can read this 💗 and again sooooo many apologies 😭😭💗

wc: 2.5k

part one

You’re all dolled up and dressed in Toji’s favorite lingerie, as you wait for him to get home. His wife stayed hidden away in connecting bathroom in your bedroom, waiting patiently to watch the fear in his eyes.

Hearing the front door open, you finish lighting the candles in your room and put on your best performance yet as you walk towards the living room to greet him.

“Happy anniversary baby.” You say seductively, walking up to his stunned figure. He smirk as he brushes his fingers across your curves, completely mesmerizing by your appearance. “A very happy one indeed doll~” a groan vibrates his chest as you palm his hardened cock through his pants.

‘As I thought, only thinking with his dick.’ You smirked to yourself knowing you have complete control over him.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom… I have a big surprise for you that’s you’re absolutely going to love…” you take his hand, swaying your hips as you guide him to his unknown fate waiting in the bedroom. “Fuuuck~ you have no idea what you’re doin to me baby.” Ironic. Isn’t it?

His eyes widen at the set up you…. And his wife put together to torment him. Cuffs on the bed post, various sex toys, gags, and candles lit all around the room. “Mmm you letting me have my fun with you tonight baby hm?” He says while kissing down your neck and grabbing on all your goods, rolling your eyes you put on the best smile as you turn around towards him and shakes your head, “Actually I wanted to do something new… Y’know keep things… exciting~”

His eyebrows raise with curiosity and excitement as you sit him down on the edge of the bed, kissing his jaw with gentle love bites in between. “I just wanted to put on a show for you…. But with a twist.” You unbutton his shirt and bites your lip in anticipation..

It’s one hell of a neck twister alright.

“Scooch over on the bed baby, lemme show you my appreciation.” Toji obviously sits back against the headboard excited for this show you’re going to put on for him, and to crawl up between his legs and kisses him sweetly while bring his hands up towards the cuffs linked to the bed post. His eyes shoot open as he hears the lock click shut around his wrist. “W-what the hell is this y/n.” You shush him as you kiss down his neck, grinning on his cock teasingly, “Relax T… I can’t have you ruin the show before it even begins~” you chuckle at how his alarm state eventually gives in and he relaxes as you kiss him down his chest. He smirks and bites his lip smugly, watching you kiss his covered cock looking up at him with your big e/c eyes, “Let’s get these over you, yeah?” Unbuckling his pants, you slowly pull them off and toss the across the room smiling at him.

His cock swings up against his navel with a soft thump and he want nothing more than to touch you, “Fuck baby ‘m getting impatient over he—.” He groans out as you shut him up by wrapping your lips around his tip, stroking slow yet firmly.

“Can’t rush to the good part just yet T… Trust me~ it’s worth the wait.” Slowly sucking up more of his cock, your moans causes his hips to rut up down your throat and he groans out your name. “B-baby let me touch you fuuck~” you pop his throbbing cock out your mouth to kiss his pelvis while stroking him with a firm steady pace. “We should go to Vegas some day Toji… Heard there’s fun things to do down there.” His brows furrowed with confusion with your sudden request as he breathed heavily, “H-huh? T-the fuck y’talkin about y/n?” Ignoring his question you slide you tongue up against his frenulum, before taking as much of his cock you can down your throat, “Oh shhhhhit princess— fuuuck that’s a good girl~” gagging occasionally which washes away his confusing and he groans as he throws his head back against the headboard and pulls against the cuffs. His cock throbbing in your mouth makes you pull away again leaving him frustrated from the lack of touch, as he starts to protest you reaching over for the candle on the nightstand and he looks unsure of what your going to do next. “You trust me baby?” You ask as you blow out the flame and straddle his waist hovering above his aching cock. “Yes, yes baby I do~” he says with anticipation and need swelling in his chest. “You wouldn’t…” you begin as you slide your panties to the side and slowly slip his cock inside of your soaked cunt.

What can you say? Hearing him moan still turns you on…

“Lie to me… would you?” You ask as he moans out at the feeling of your tight walls gripping around his cock, and he shakes his head in response whilst tugging on the cuffs desperately needing to touch you. You drip hot wax on his chest and he hisses at the sensation and glares up at you, “Christ y/n! That shit hurt!” Slowly you bounce on his cock, he grunts at the tight feeling, and you fake pout at his disdain, “Answer me then… You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?” He sighs irritatedly and tugs on his restraints again “No, I’d never lie to you babe…”

Dripping more hot wax on him, he groans out and huffs “What?! What I answered your question!”

“Yeah and you lied.” Toji’s eyes widen as he whips his head towards to the familiar voice and the color from his face drains as he see his second wife coming out of the bathroom.

“W-what the hell are you doing here!?” His voice cracks as he shouts at her. You tilt your head and pouts as you continue to ride his cock, “What’s wrong T? Who are you yelling at?” You look over at her and smirks as you look back at him with a frown, “There’s no one here but us?” Toji looks at you bewildered and confused, “Yeah Toji… Didn’t you miss me?” She approaches the bed and caresses his cheek which he shifts his head away from as panic, confusion, and oh god the pleasure from you still riding his cock. What the hell is going on?! “Y/n, baby please what’s going on?! Why is she here??” You huff irritatedly and slide off his cock, setting the candle back on the nightstand. “There’s no one here but us Toji! Since you won’t pay attention to me, I’ll have to do it myself~” You get up grab the pink vibrating dildo from the dressing and lay down in front of him.

“Aww Toji you hurt her feels…. Still the same sick bastard since you left me stranded in the states aren’t you?” She flicks his head and tsk disappointedly, he glares at her and smacks his lips, “Ah shit, look I was gonna come ba—“ You interrupted his train of thought by moaning out as you fuck yourself with the dildo on the second highest speed, “Oh you were gonna cum? Mmn that has to be some sort of— ah fuck mmn~ s-some new r-record for you, T?” You say while sitting up on your elbows looks at him with amusement in your eyes. His cock twitches as he watches you play with yourself and he huffs as he looks between you and his wife, absolutely flabbergasted by what’s happening. “Oh that’s new? You’re a minute man now Toji? Who would’ve guessed.” His wife said as she gripped his jaw and whispered in his ear.

His face hardens as she emasculates his skills, and he look at you from the corner of his eye with his cock still aching and hard against his stomach. “Baby? Baby uncuff me, let me fuck you, yeah? Make you cum all over my cock.” His wife snorts sarcastically at walks over to you to increase the dildo speed, giving a helping hand by placing her hand over yours fucking the dildo inside you sopping cunt faster. “Oh! Oh shiiiit! It’s soo fucking good Toji ah! C-can’t s-stop!” You throw your head back and arch you back whilst gripping the comforter, his wife smirks at him as his eyes are glued to the site of your creamy cunt dripping down your ass and all over the bed. Toji ruts his hips into the air while tugging vigorously at the his cock blocking restrictions, he whimpers and panting heavily in frustration. “S-shit y/n.. s-sweetheart please—shit someon— either of you— fuck just uncuff me! Ride my dick! Use me instead of the fuckin’ toy!” He’s pleas are drowned out by your loud moans as you squirt all over the bed and his leaking abandoned cock, “Ahhh fuuuck~” trembling uncontrollably from your mind blowing orgasm. Toji whines and whimpers as throws his head back against the headboard, being denied the pleasure of feeling your cum around his cock.

“Hm? What was that Toji? You want us to use you? like how you used us?” His wife pulled out the dildo from your cunt while you recovered, so you weren’t overstimulated by the high vibrations. She wipes up some of your cream off the bed with her fingers, “Wow you sure do know how to pick ‘em Toji. Found yourself someone that can give you the best of both worlds.” She walks over to the very distraught Toji and rubs your mess on his cheek, “Yet you still never learn… Do you?” He pants heavily and looks up at her with hooded eye brewing with embarrassment and anger, “Wha— why the hell did you come back!? What do you want from me??” She scoffs as he continues with the previous failed attempts of braking free, she looks down at him condescendingly as she hums as if she where thinking of what exactly she wants, other than to see he like this. “Seriously. What do you want, huh? Want me to beg? Apologize for leaving you?! When you were gonna leave me anyways!” She tugs on his hair roughly to make him look her in the eye, he groans at the sensation and his cock throbs desperately. “What makes you think you can give me what I want— what I deserved, huh? You kept me away from my life, my home— my daughter. All for what?? Because you suck at playing your cards right?? Tell me Toji. How can someone have a gambling addiction, yet you’ve never won— not even once?” You began to come down from your high and look over towards the couple, namely Toji, with a devious smile while crawling back over towards him kissing all over his cock.

Toji grunts at the sensation and sends a glare towards you, “Mmn y’done talkin’ to yourself baby?” She chuckles as she releases her grip on his hair as you drag your tongue along the frenulum, causing him to jerk his hips and stifle his whimper. “Uncuff me before I break this fuckin’ headboard.” You look up at him with a frown and still playing your part of “innocent girlfriend” you wiggle your ass while stroking his cock firmly, “Awww come on babe, don’t ruin the fun… you always do shit like this to me.. Stop being soo dramatic~”

Toji didn’t know why he felt more hurt than pissed off hearing you say that, but one thing for sure is that he knows he’s not being dramatic! R-Right?

“What’s wrong sweetheart? Can’t handle a taste of your own medicine? Like come on T, you’re getting soft in my hand, are the ghosts still talking to ya?” Toji’s eyebrow twitch as you continue to gaslight him. He knows what— who he sees, who he hears, and and, “My fucking Wife is in the room with us and you’re seriously tryna tell me I’m crazy?!?” You can’t help but snicker at his outburst as you pull away and dramatically look around the room, as if she’s not leaning against the bedpost behind you, “You’re thinking about your wife— your dead wife while I’m giving you head?? A-and she’s just what??? Watch us?? What is going on with you Toji, seriously?” You slowly but surely continue to drive this man one step further to insanity.

To add the cherry on top, his wife approaches him with a disappointing look a mother would give when scolding her child, “Can’t believe you would do such a thing to such a sweet woman Toji… Thinking about me while she’s trying to please you, what is wrong with you huh?” Toji can’t believe what he’s hearing, and he really does start to believe that he’s losing his mind… maybe it’s the guilt from taking your money, disappearing and cheating on you all those times he was out extremely late and lied about being with Shiu, and making you seem crazy for assuming the worse. “Baby— Y/N I’m sorry, so fucking sorry for everything. I-I promise I’ll change, I’ll be better, g-give you anything you want! I jus—..”

“Oh oh Toji… My poor poor Toji. What I want is for you to get the hell out. I’m not dealing with… this, especially right now.” It’s taking everything in you to not laugh at the complete dumbfounded expression that he’s making, so you opt for getting up and grabbing your phone to make a very verrry special phone call for him. “Wait— wh-what are you doing?? Y/N baby I’m sorry for real this ti—…” His wife tuts at him as she places a hand on his shoulder and sighs proudly with a satisfied smile on her face, “And sweetheart I’m soo sorry for your loss… It seems like karma has a way of coming back to bite you in the ass, huh?” Toji looks at her with a furious look in his eyes as he slowly starts to wrap his head around what’s going on, “I should have killed you back when I had the chance! You sick conniving bitch!” With the operator on the line and catch wind of Toji’s response. Everything pretty much is set in stone with a little bit of your acting skill coming in handy, “Pl-please send help! He’s been screaming and yelling about how his dead wife is here in the room with us a-and now he’s threatening t-to kill me! I have him restrained, but he’s really scaring.. I-I don’t know what to do.” You turn to see the look on his face when you shown him your own pleased smile, knowing he will be out of your lives for good with the next words that followed, “Thank you… And yes, I do think he’s having a psychotic break.”

a/n: this was literally the most painful and funniest thing I’ve written so far, because it took so much in me not to off this man with his pants down ���

tags: @peachy-dove @maria2k @vinxs667 @etherealxmaya @honestlyyoungtyphoon @negroperson @euvwia @overhaulswhore @9irly9irl @cherrishedcherry @ilovehobi101 @tojimipapi @rlvsmegumi <3

[sour-ggrapess]

✮ STARS IN UR EYES ✮

YOONGI X FEM! READER

A/N: im getting yoongi out the way because i wanna make a tae fic sooooo bad. This is inspired by when 21 savage said "I know you on your period, baby, can you suck it?". PRAY THID DONT FLOP COUSE IM EDITING IT AT @ 2AM.

SUMMERY: every time yoongi sees you from that angle there is stars in your eyes

WARNINGS: oral (m receiving), hair kink, cu!m eating, face fu!cking, multiple no p and v, mentions of blood, yonngi is in love.

Rere was listening to; ZERO BY NEWJEANS.

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Yoongi always lost his mind when you were on your period. He always thought you were the most pretty thing in the universe when you were cuddled up in bed like a little bunny because you were having cramps. It drove him insane but he couldn't do anything when it got him hard. Yoongi wondered why you didn't let him just finger you, blood didn't scare him especially when it was yours. "baby you look so perfect right now" yoongi was awestruck by you in your pink sink night gown that your boobs spilled out of it. "Can you just let me fuck you please, baby" Yoongi pleads out as his hard cock pokes through his jeans. You couldn't deny how much you wanted him balls deep inside your sopping cunt but it just made you feel nasty but you had another idea.

"FUCK! Y-y/n". Yoongi groaned as you licked on his slit and all along his tip. Whenever you licked on his dick like that it made this man turn into a animal. He tried so hard to not shove your head down and make you choke on that shit but he let you lead. Your whole mouth on his length now as his tip hit the back of your tongue as it swirled around his length.

He had enough as he grew  impatient and pushed your head all the way down on his lengthy cock causing you to gag and spit mixed with precum to drip out of your mouth. He grasped your hair as he harshly fucked into you throat, letting out sexy groans of your name. You tried pulling away for air but his high got the best of him as he kept on slamming your head down on his cock as he liked to see you fight for air on his cock. One short gasp as pulled you off his cock then right back on as your nose was buried in his stomach.

You could tell he was close as his dick twitched in your throat as you gagged with your mouth open. He felt as if he was in heaven the way you swallowed his dick up like he was the best meal you ever had. He always swore he could see stars in your eyes as you looked up at him while his cock was shoved down your throat. Yoongi removed his hand from your head as he was about to release and that came very soon as you moved your mouth down to his balls. Both of them now in your mouth as you swirled your tongue around both. "FUCK! BITCH!" Yoongi screamed out as sweat dripped down his forehead and his hand dragged you back to his cock. His semen shooting down your tongue giving you no choice but to swallow.

"You're so yummy"

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[milkycarnations]

Kinktober 2022

|Week Two| Firebrand x afab!Reader | exhibitionism, breath play, daddy kink | 855 words

kinktober masterlist | outdoors sex, cumming together, rough sex, dangerous (unrealistic) choking, out of character(?), firebrand talks in third person, pet names, minor dumbification, fucking on the boardwalk/observation tower, firebrand is a mean dom, cunnilingus, begging

Written for @just-a-creep-babe's #creepkinks. Firebrand? On my blog? Not as rare as you think... not my best work next prompt will be sooooo much better.

"If you keep making noises like that someone's bound to hear you,"

You choked out a strangled sound from beneath him as he continued to bury his face into your pussy. How long had you been like this - propped up on the stairs of the observation tower, legs draped over his shoulders, and hands gripping onto anything for support? It felt like an agonizing four hours, but in reality, it had been more like four minutes.

It was blatant that the idea was Firebrand's. You could hardly relax and felt every wind chill and tree rustle around you. He - on the other hand - couldn't stop himself from grinding the air as he wrapped his arms around your hips and traced his tongue around your clit. He was godly at it. Each lazy flick of his tongue in soft circles made your body jump and pulled out a moan.

"You don't listen," he chuckled, "that's alright. Let everybody know what daddy does to you."

You covered your face with your hands. Fucking on the boardwalk. Why did you let your horny brain do the thinking?

He put a finger inside you while he sucked and nipped at your skin. He was still moving at a grueling, slow pace. Occasionally, he'd groan into you, the vibrations making you tremble. It was supposed to be just a quickie, but at this rate, you'd be here forever. You knew the only way to get him to hurry up and fuck your brains out would require significant begging and pleading. He loved to keep you begging.

"Please... hurry," you muttered out.

"Aww. You that scared of getting caught? Don't you wanna enjoy living on the edge for daddy?"

You shook your head and whimpered. Ignoring you, he kept fingering your g-spot. His eyes glared up at you from between your legs.

"What do ya mean no? Use your words."

"I just-" he added a second finger and quickened his pace, "I just want you to fuck me so bad,"

You sounded drunk and on the verge of tears. Though the boardwalk was secluded and empty at this time of night, it was pretty regularly used during the daytime. Anybody could walk down and see you being used stupid.

"You know those aren't the words I want to hear," he told you, grinning.

"Please, daddy," he nodded, letting you go further, "I need to be fucked, please. Take what you want, I wanna be your good girl, daddy."

"You want daddy to fuck you here on the boardwalk?"

You repeated a string of yeses, growing impatient with his fingers. You needed him and you couldn't stand waiting any longer. He pulled his fingers out and shifted above you. You felt empty and your pussy was throbbing for him. He lined himself up with you, putting his fingers in his mouth to suck and lick your cum off of him.

"Wanna taste?"

He didn't wait for a response, putting his fingers up to your mouth. You licked them clean for him, still dripping at how exposed you felt. Exposed, but all for him.

"Good girl. Now you need to stay quiet for me, okay? If we get caught, we'll have to end our fun, won't we?"

He pulled you closer as he brushed the tip of his cock up and down your slit.

"Don't worry, daddy will help take those noises out of your throat. You can share how good my cock was later."

Warm hands found your neck and softly squeezed down. Your pussy clenched around him as he hastily entered you. His pace was fast and brutal - the way both of you liked it. The lack of blood flow made your ears ring and your head fuzzy. Though his grasp on your neck shut you up, he did nothing to stop himself from whining and grunting as he rutted into you. Your cunt didn't help either - the sound of your wetness filling the air next to the clap of skin on skin. Such a hypocrite. You'd complain if you could.

Your hands found his and he let go for a moment, letting breath and blood fill your head. You let out heavy gasps, but they were cut short by him choking you again.

"I knew you couldn't do it by yourself. Don't worry, daddy'll help you."

He fucked you faster. Every spot inside of you was being hit by his cock and every thrust of his body rubbed against your clit. Every moan died in your chest as you came, your walls spasming around him. Throwing his head back in pleasure, he started muttering.

"Fuck! Yes - cum around me and milk daddy's cock." His thrusting stuttered as he filled you and pulled his hands away, wrapping them around your waist.

You both fell down from your high while continuing to grind up into each other. Your throat felt raw and you were sensitive all over. As he stayed buried inside of you, his cum leaked out of you. Together, you caught your breath.

"Now let's go home so you can tell daddy about how nice and good he wrecked you."

[cleoooelizabeth]

I Want To Try Something

Masterlist

Harry Styles x Black Femme Reader

Warning: smut, cock warming, language.

Synopsis: You and Harry are having a movie night, of course the movie ends up being forgotten about.

“Let’s watch Titanic!” Harry suggests with enthusiasm.

“Ugh again, Harry?” You complain.

“C’mooon, you know you love it.”

“Yes, I do. But this is surely the 5000th time we’d be watching it.”

You and Harry certainly had your favourite movies, but the old Titanic DVD you had was well and truly rinsed out at this point, you were surprised it continued to function.

“Fine, but let me sort myself out first.” He huffed playfully and left the bedroom.

You had just gotten out of the shower, thankfully you had braids in so nothing needed to be done to your hair. You decided to forgo underwear, feeling a little frisky. Throwing on some loose pyjama shorts and one of Harry’s t-shirts, you skip down the stairs to find him shuffling around the kitchen.

His strong tattooed arms were filled with snacks, a bottle of red wine and two glasses on the kitchen counter. You grabbed them, realising he couldn’t carry everything, even with those abnormally large hands of his.

“Thank you, darlin’” He said, with a soft, damp kiss against your forehead.

You get comfortable on the sofa, as he puts down the snacks and opens the bottle, your core fluttering as his biceps strained to remove the cork. He pours you both half a glass of wine each and places your sock covered feet into his lap.

“I got sweet and salty popcorn, I know it’s your favourite” He says to you, you kiss him on the corner of his mouth appreciatively. You grab the bag and throw a few into your mouth, humming at the combined flavour.

You’re about an hour and a half into the movie, and you feel yourself getting heated, knowing that the steamy car scene is coming up. You and Harry had gotten through more than half of the bottle of wine, and his agile fingers had been massaging the soles of your feet, which did not help the situation between your legs. You attempt to press your thighs together to relieve some of the pressure, hoping Harry wouldn’t notice. He always notices.

“Baby?”

“Yes Harry?” You reply sweetly, trying to hide your obvious arousal.

“Are you horny right now?” He questions you with a chuckle.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You lied.

He pushes a hand in between your thighs, cupping your heated core through your thin pyjama shorts.

“No underwear, huh? And so wet baby.” He hums, his eyes rolling slightly with arousal.

He takes his hand away. “Come here.” He demands.

Without hesitation you straddle his strong thighs, holding onto his shoulders. Before you can do anything, his powerful hands latch onto your hips, preventing any movement. You pout at Harry, you were so turned on, you just needed him to do something, anything.

“We still need to finish the film, Baby.” He whispers against your neck, leaving a few gentle kisses against your sensitive spot, just below your ear.

“But-” He cuts you off, pressing his lips against yours, kissing you breathless, completely immersed in his taste. Mint toothpaste, red wine and… him. His hands move from your hips to your ass, pressing you down as he pushes his hips up. Your mouth falls open in pleasure, your eyes flutter closed, finally feeling some relief.

“I want you inside me Harry.” You whine against his mouth, rotating your hips over his rock-hard dick.

“Ok baby, but I want to try something.” He removes you from his lap, and you stand next to the sofa as he repositions himself until he is laying down on his side.

“Lay here, pet.” He pats the space in front of him. You lay on your side, your back pressed to his chest and his dick pressed between your ass cheeks.

You feel him shuffling around behind you, your head falling back as he moves your shorts to the side and presses the tip of his cock against your soaking folds. His right arm is under your armpit, hand wrapped gently around your throat. His left-hand presses against your abdomen as he slides himself inside you, not stopping until he’s tapping your cervix.

You push one of your hands into his hair behind you, the other gripping onto the cushion of the sofa. Impatience begins to take over your body as he stops moving. You try to wiggle your hips against him, his hand still on your abdomen, stopping you.

“I told you, we gotta finish the film.” You feel him smirking against your neck.

You give up, knowing he was much too strong for you to overpower, and turn your eyes back towards the film. It had reached the part where they noticed the ice berg so you knew there was ages to go yet and the very thought had your pussy clenching around Harry. He moves the hand that was around your neck to one of your breasts, pinching your nipple lightly through the material of your (his) shirt, making your eyes roll back into your head and your toes curl inside your socks.

“Behave yourself, pet, or you’ll get nothing at all.” He says as he proceeds to nibble on your ear lobe.

30 minutes later and you can feel Harry is getting just as antsy as you had been this whole time. You turn your head to look at him.

“Baby, please move. I can’t take it anymore.” You whimper against his lips. “I promise, I’ll behave, just make me come… please.”

He says nothing in reply. You turn back around feeling defeated and horny as fuck. As soon as your eyes focus back onto the TV, you feel his hips move back slowly and slam himself back inside you to the hilt. You scream, gripping onto the sofa and his thigh, surprised by his actions.

He wraps his left hand around your thigh, holding your leg up as he pounds his dick inside your pussy. Not fast, but deep, as deep as he could go. You push both hands into his hair behind you, pulling on the roots, an uncontrollable moan leaving his mouth.

“You feel so good, Baby. I’ve wanted to do this for the last half an hour.” He sighs against your cheek. You feel the heat eminating from him as he still had his jumper on, but neither of you could care less at this point.

“You asshole. You mean to tell me you could’ve been fucking me into oblivion 30 whole minutes ago?” You say as you push your ass back against him, both of you moving in synchrony with the other.

“I just wanted to see how frustrated I could get you. You know I love it when you’re dripping wet and begging for me to fuck you.” He laughs, but you know he’s serious.

You exhale as he pulls you on top of him, your back still against his chest.

Sitting up slightly, he holds you under your thighs as he presses his feet into the sofa. He begins bucking his hips up into you, your head falling back, unable to handle the depth he was reaching in this position. You grip the sofa behind his head as he sucks a hickie into the space where your neck ends and your shoulder begins. You can feel a warmth spreading over you, beginning at your toes. Harry groans into your ear as your walls squeeze down on him.

“Fuck, Baby.”

“I-I’m so c-close, Harry. Please don’t s-stop.” You mewl.

Harry drops one of your legs and grabs your face, turning your head, his green eyes looking into your big brown ones. His lips latch onto yours, kissing you with so much love as he fucks up into you as hard as he can.

You can feel yourself falling over the edge, your orgasm about to hit you like a tidal wave, and then Harry moves a hand down to rub circles into your clit.

“FUCKING HELL, HARRY!” You shout, body spasming and pussy clenching around him, forcing him to cum immediately after you, his hips jerking sporadically.

You feel the thick ropes of cum coating your walls as he begins slowing down. His fingers still gently rubbing your clit, he likes to make sure your high lasts as long as possible.

The film totally forgotten as he slips out of you and turns you around so that you’re facing each other on your sides. He gently slots his lips against yours as one of his hands travels down your spine, back to your heated core, he exhales as he feels his cum leaking out of you.

“I love you.” You whisper.

“I love you too, you have no idea how much.” Harry responds, you are staring into each other’s eyes, feeling the love between you.

“Sooooo… Round 2?” He laughs, taking the tension out of the atmosphere.

“You’re so annoying.” You giggle as you straddle him. You feel his dick is already hard again when you grab it, pushing him back inside you.

“I’ll take that as a y-yes.”

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[ac3id]

tw/ noncon

so canonally ushijima is a dumbass. he didn’t know that the earth was round, the only thing he was really good at was volleyball.....so i have a thought. in his third year the school appoints him a tutor because of how low his grades were falling. it’s awesome he’s god at volleyball but you need to atleast have a passing grade in all subjects.

they appoint you, you’re his classmate. sure, you know him he’s in your class but the both of have never really talked. he barely talks to anyone, from what you’ve heard- he’s boring.he’s quiet, doesn’t speak much unless it’s about volleyball. volleyball, everything is about volleyball to him. he has a fun friend though, tendou. you’ve even talked to him once or twice.

the first time you meet ushijima, he’s the same. keeping his distance, not talking about anything else other than the tasks at hand. he seems a little impatient, he doesn’t want to be here but that doesn’t matter; he needs to stay. you notice it’s a little hard for ushi to grab concepts, he’s not so bright at academics. well that’s fine, not a big deal you can just be more patient with him. teach him slowly and steadily.

this is annoying... he just doesn’t get it- you’re getting pissed now, you’re being a little mean to him. snapping back at him and even calling him dumb sometimes, it’s not very polite but you’re past that.

ushijima notices you belittling him, he’s not so stupid.

he copes with your bitchyness thinking you’ll come around but you just grow worse. ever breath he takes with you is a burning hell, you’ve grown so toxic, so mean. why are you always yelling at him? can’t you see he’s trying, he is trying. a point comes when he’s unable to take it anymore. one fine day, he stares at you napping away, screaming like a mad lady.

it doesn’t take a lot of struggle to smack you across the face and hold you by neck, smashing you against the wooden table. you try to break free, you cry for help but luck is not on your side. you try to hit him, your hands and legs flying to kick him off but it doesn’t work.

he’s ushijima wakatoshi, a six foot gaint who could break your back into two if he wanted to- and hell, he’s getting there. you are just you. small, vulnerable and pathetic. ushijima wants to laugh at you but he controls it, that would be just sooooo rude.

it doesn’t take much for him to shove his thick, long fingers down your throat and push you over all the school work. he doesn’t even prepare you for his cock as he pushes past your dry hole. he fucks your tight cunt all evening, taking out all his frustrations on you, using you as a ragdoll like you were meant to be.

he aslo calls in his teammates after sometime to have a taste. 😚😚

[spicysoftsweet]

Okay so hear me out, HELLO FIRST OF ALL :), I was reading your list of "normal things Hisoka does" and smiled at "hisoka sitting down with investment portfolio manager and talking about his financial goals". I was like "wow lucky lady who gets to sit in front of his fine self" but then I was also like "...what if they get NSFW at work!?":$ Sooooo if you don't mind (and want to), can I ask for an imagine of that with Hisoka (or Illumi he can get it too lol) Thank you

LET ME JUST LET YOU KNOW THAT I AM ASHAMED OF THIS. Man this is so dirty. Also it’s a tiny bit cracky on top of being NSFW. Also just assume at some point Hisoka put on a condom. Anyway here you go.

You sipped the last of your coffee, tapping your foot impatiently under the desk as you watched the clock on the bottom right corner of your office computer.

Late. Your client was late.

And as a result, you were now almost twenty minutes into your already too short lunch break, which you usually took starting 11:30am, just so that you could cover phone calls during the noon hours when everyone else would leave the office.

How could someone be late when it comes to talking about money? Didn’t they care?

Suddenly, you heard a sharp knock on your door, as if the very heavens were telling you to get over yourself. Hastily setting your mug down, and quickly closing out of Facelook, you fixed your customer service smile back onto your face and sat up straight in your chair, the picture of professionalism. You wouldn’t let whatever sloppy everyman who came in ruin your dedication to your craft.

Before you could even say ‘Come on in!’, a tall, somehow attractively disheveled-looking young man burst into the room, pausing briefly as he looked around, then giving you a half-smile that was almost inappropriately seductive. Or maybe you were just imagining it.

“Sorry that I’m late.” He said with a soft chuckle, adjusting his loose tie and smoothing out his slightly tight suit jacket as he sat down in the chair across from you, without asking your permission.

You faltered just a little bit before standing up and reaching out your hand to shake his, and introducing yourself as his new financial advisor. 

“Mr. M-Morow, is it?” You said, warmth settling in your cheeks as you looked him in the eyes. It was a warm summer day, but just a few hours ago the room had been freezing. His eyes were golden, narrow and heavy-lidded which gave him the impression of studying you a little too closely, which you realized was making you a little bit uncomfortable. He nodded slowly, still smiling all the while, his legs crossed and leaning forward. He was waiting for you to speak. 

While you opened up his portfolio and took a look at his rudimentary profile, all you could think of was how the clearly-borrowed, ill-fitting navy suit outlined his broad shoulders, narrow waist and obviously muscular arms. You gulped slightly focusing on the screen before you.

“I-It looks like you have never made any investments before,” you said, your voice higher than usual. You silently berated yourself in your head; this was so embarrassing. You hoped your pits weren’t sweating through your blouse with how warm it was in the room.  You really needed to fix the AC the moment this meeting was done.

He didn’t respond, so you looked back at him for a nonverbal response, and he was still watching you carefully, now leaned in even further, his chin resting in his hand.

This was too much. Your heart started to pound, and you started talking loudly to distract yourself.

“Do you own a mortgage or have a car that you’re leasing currently?” You asked. 

“Nope,” he said, curtly.

“Okay, uh.. Do you have any overseas investments?”  You followed up now, hoping for a reasonable response you could work with. 

“None at all,” he almost sang.

You turned to him again, your concern about his financial profile now outweighing your concern about how you were going to keep your panties dry during this meeting. You hated when people made your job difficult for you.

“What made you interested in investing now?” You asked, as politely as possible. While he was 28 years old based on his application, which was younger than many people who came into your office, he seemed disinterested himself in this meeting, his gaze still resting comfortably on you.

“I recently came into a large sum of money.”

“Inheritance?” You asked, preparing to give condolences to a likely deceased family member.

“Prize money,” he leaned back in his chair, relaxed and crossing his arms over his chest. A power pose. “To be fair, I’ve been winning the same amount every year, but it’s been building up.”

“What do you do for a living?” You clarified. He hadn’t written anything in the application in the occupation section, you had noticed earlier.

“Why, fight, of course,” he said, with another mischievous grin. 

You’d worked with people who were boxers or other types of athletes before, but for some reason, you had the impression that what he was referring to was different. The most important question to ask in his case was what he would do when he was no longer able to fight. That was the issue that plagued a lot of these types of clients.

When you asked him this very question, he laughed as if it were the most ridiculous thing to ask in the world. You might as well have told him to prepare for when he grew a third eyeball in the middle of his head. But then he added, “You do raise a good point, which is the very reason why I’m here today, on a friend’s recommendation.”

You gave him an odd look again, and turned back to your computer, still confused at his amusement from earlier. Then you took a quick look at his stated monetary assets and paled.

200 million Jenny a year? And no investments? This man was a financial disaster. 

“Would it be alright if I make a suggestion?” You started, whipping around in your chair to face him, only to find that he had moved almost imperceptibly to look over your shoulder at the computer.

You almost jumped, your heart beating out of your chest.  

“... Mr. Morow?” You started, looking up at him from where you were seated.

“Oh, am I too close?” He said, now with a low, sultry voice as he rested his hand on the back of your chair. 

Yes, he’s too fucking close, what the hell does he mean, ‘am I too close?’, you thought, both angry and flustered, but then he suddenly took a seat on the desk before you, hugging one knee.

“I can sense exactly how you feel about me, and I find you quite delicious myself.”

And now your heart was beating in an actual frenzy. Your mouth opened and closed, stunned. Was this really happening? At work? You glanced at the door, now concerned that at any moment, someone would walk in and find you getting a little too comfortable with your client. He saw your eyes travel frantically, and in an excessive show of confidence walked over to the door and promptly locked it.

Then he pulled off his suit jacket and tossed it aside, shaking out his well-built arms now that they were free from the restrictive fabric.

“If you aren’t too loud, no one will know.”

That was enough to convince you. 

He was before you quickly and hoisted you up onto the desk before kissing you on the neck, then lips, then in a trail down your chest between your breasts once you had unfastened the buttons of your blouse as fast as you possibly could. He unhooked the clasps of your bra, which somehow conveniently were at the front instead of the back, and palmed a breast, then both as he laid you onto your back, kissing hungrily all the while. Your legs hanging off the edge of the desk, he pulled down your already soaked panties, and tested the wetness of your heat with two fingers.

Sufficiently satisfied with your arousal, he flipped you over on your back so that you were bent over the desk. 

“Why aren’t you a dirty, dirty woman?” He whispered, pulling onto your hair just so, enough that your back arched. “This is just so incredibly unprofessional.”

Too embarrassed to speak and too worried to be heard outside, you stayed silent as he grabbed a handful of your ass. You decided to focus instead on the flood of sensation washing over you - the heat rising in the pit of your belly, the searing pain of his rough grip on your skin, and the clang of his belt unbuckling as he undid his pants. 

And in just mere moments, he was entering you, and you bit your lip hard enough you were sure you tasted blood to prevent yourself from crying out at the painful but delightful plunge of his hard cock into you. He continued to rut inside you, his hands in your hair, then around your throat and then gripping your hips as he moved faster and faster inside you, challenging your ability to stay stoic with a firm slap of your ass every so often. 

You couldn’t help but let out a soft moan several thrusts in, and he leaned over, whispering into your ear to tease you.

“It looks like you’re not too worried about losing your job.”

And to that your fire only increased, your walls tightening around him, and your eyes now stinging from the overwhelming pleasure you felt. 

And then he finally became more and more erratic, holding pressure on your bruising hips as he finally came, timed just mere seconds after you had tipped over into a shaking extremis and collapsed, sprawling over the desk.  

Dislodging from you, he quickly redressed, you still shaking and panting from pleasure, and sat back down in front of you, legs crossed and smiling as you struggled to reorganize yourself, a quivering mess.

“So about my assets, you were saying?” He said, at normal volume now, a sparkle in his eye.

[shesawriter39049]

“Good for you” Hoseok (M) One shot

Allll smut my baby….This is kinda random...idk where the scenario   came from..it’s a Idol one shot 2.4k...she’s a fan ..he takes her back to his room..and she completely throws him for a loop when he finds out she wants to take the time to please him..first..In her mind...she thinks she might even be able to break him. But..this is Hoseok were talking about here.

Pure smut, body worship, praise kink, language..that’s all she wrote

P.s. Not proofed..mah bad!

“Are we in a rush?” your question came out as more of a moan as you spoke into the kiss, not wanting to completely pull away from him. Hands moving under his shirt, clawing up his back slowly.  The almost primal sound that escaped his lips as your nails sunk into his skin was enough to have your eyes hitting the back of your head. While he rolled his hips against yours needing to feel the additional friction beneath him, his face was clearly puzzled by the question and you couldn't help but chuckle “I mean..your security isn't going to come pounding on the door in like a half hour right?” Letting your hands continue roaming up his back,he was starting to get impatient. Grinding down into you deeper and deeper..., fuck why were you both still fully clothed!? “Nooo..why?” The brow raise accompanied by the playfulness in his voice made your heart flutter, bringing your hands up to cup his face, rolling your hips up into him, moaning out as you felt how hard he was “Because..if you don't mind..I wanna take my time with you......” Bring your voice down, barley above a whisper,sucking his bottom lip into your mouth before grazing it with your teeth, you heard a faint moan hit your tongue as you sucked his into your mouth. “Oh yeah?”  the arousal in his voice as he whispered out against your tongue, had your head spinning. Shifting your weight, he could feel you trying to change positions, gripping your waist tight as he allowed you to roll over on top of him. Deepening the kiss, as your laced your tongue around his, while his hands found a firm grip on your ass “Mmmhmm..I’m surprised you can't smell how turned on I am right now, I want that sooooo bad, the idea alone...has me fucking soaked …” You watched his eyes flutter and his jaw tighten at that...at the idea of your panties becoming damn near transparent just from the thought of getting him off.

Letting your hand roam down to cup him through his jeans you already knew he was hard..as he bit down on your bottom lip...with a growl. You couldn't help but laugh, clearly he didn't like to be teased.Pulling back with a smirk as your tongue dragged along your bottom lip “I’m not here to tease…” Letting our hands fondle his belt buckle “Can I?” cocking your head to the side slightly, a couple pieces of hair failing in your face as you do so.  Tone suddenly almost innocent as you batted your lashes up at him, sliding down his body.Positioning yourself in a deep arch, as you ficked at his zipper “And what exactly do you want baby? The pet name alone gave you chills, to be fair it was always your favorite but you dont think you’d ever heard it sound so fucking sexy. His hand found the small of your back, letting his fingers dance over the thin fabric of your shirt .  This man's eye contact was insane, if you thought it was intense on stage..fuck imagine being right in front of him. It was almost too much..yet you couldn't pull away..his eyes were drinking you in piece by piece. Your panties were literally sticking to your clit, the smirk on his face let you know he could tell her had you..he had you before he’s even fucked you. “God you are so fuckin sexy..” your purred against his zipper as you watched the look of fondness dance across his lips at the sudden praise… “..And to answer your question….I want you to fuck my throat..” purposely lowering your voice, keeping our eyes trained on his, as he moaned at the sound of your request..his face almost reflecting pain as he thought it over. The tension against hs jeans cleary becoming too much “Fuckkkk, say that again…” He was almost moaning yet..there was still a hint of authority ..he wasn't asking you to do anything, he was straight up telling you.

To say you were pleased by his reaction was an understatement “I said..I wanna wrap my lips around your dick,work you in my mouth soo good until your begging me to stop…” crawling back up his body placing all your weight directly on his dick, which was more than prominent even through his jeans. Instantly Gripping your waist rolling your hips against his.You watched a almost arrogant smirk move up his face as his fingers teased up and down your clit through the fabric of your jeans “ I don’t beg baby..” The confidence behind that made you walls flex, not even bothering to muffle the moan that wanted to escape your lips once he said that”Mmm I believe that..but that still doesn't change what I want..” . Snaking your hand behind you , moving slow circles along his length feeling like he was a second away from ripping through his jeans from being  so hard. “Soooo? How about you lay back..and let me do my thing?” Your lips were almost brushing against his as you talked..clearly that's were his focus was sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. Rolling his tongue against yours this time the need was way stronger... he was done talking “Well what are you waiting for? If you want it..you know where it is...“ Sucking your bottom lip between his teeth before he released you from his mouth, his tone was challenging you and you fucking loved it, your face was the definition of mischief as you wiggled your way down his body, unbuckling his belt, “Nah uh….” Letting your eyes flutter up to him as you held his zipper in your hand...brow arched as you waited for him to elaborate “Shirt and jeans...off..keep your bra and panties on..” There was something really sexy about the way he presented himself. His tone of voice was stern, without being intimidating, yet extremely alluring all at the same time.

Even though you kinda wanted to be in charge, you couldn't even hide the excitement on your face as still held his air of control, which is what you wanted. You didn't want him to let you dom him..you just wanted to make him feel good. “Yes sir..”  Smiling up at him as you hopped off the bed, uniting you shirt “Sloww..wer….” Kicking your brow up at yet another demand...but you fucking loved it, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth, as you made sure to slowly shimmy out of your shirt. Fondling your belt, as you slowly wiggled your hips to step out of your jeans “Is this better Mr. Jung?” Your one was slightly menacing but he didn't give a shit, smirking back at you, letting his tongue tease the skin at the corner of his lips as his eyes seemed to darken. His gaze on your body got heavier..as it traced you from head toe “Goddamn baby, your body is…” The way this man was looking at you, your knees felt weak he looked so consumed by everything that was you “ ....fuck your beautiful..” The pure look of lust dancing along his face let you know he meant every word it, which only added to your arousal. “Come’ere” Not even able to hide to smile that’s now dancing along your face ear to ear. Crawling up the bed,making sure your hips swayed as you postioned yourself between his thighs,flicking his zipper down, pulling his jeans and boxers down his thighs in one tug. To say you were surprised by this man's girth was a understmane and you face damn sure reflected it, as you heard as satisfied chuckle leave his lips “What baby?” Hoseok was being completely facetious at this point, he knew exactly what you were referring to “Damn, it’s like that?” letting your eyes meet his keeping your tone playful, licking your palm, before stroking up the lower half of his length “Fuck I can’t wait to ride you, your cocks fucking perfect holy shit…”

His eyes were already starting to get heavy as you twisted your hand up and down, applying heavier  pressure as you worked your way up, and lighting your hold as you worked your way down. “Yeah, Y/N you wanna-”Whatever he was saying got lost as you wrapped your lips around his tip, sucking it in your mouth, before pulling back to spit on it letting it drip down a little before taking him back in. “It curves in all the right places.. fuck,I bet you can hit every nerve, make me come until I pass the fuck out...” This time going down a little further almost reaching your hand, almost moving your lips in a suction like motion as you hit the area right right beneath the tip. “That mouth of yours is a problem baby..fuck” You could tell off rip that was is sweet spot, the more you worked him the more your throat relaxed allowing you to bob your head a little faster, more so actually rolling your neck as you worked him. Taking him deeper, and deeper into your throat “Holy shit Y/n what are you tryin to do to me right now, fuck!”The rasp accompanied by the slight neediness in his voice was only adding fuel to the flame , he looked so fucking good like this. As you watched his chest rise and fall, not even bothering to muffle the moans that were leaving his throat, he was loud, and it sounds so damn good! His hands instantly found a place in your hair, taking a firm grip at the roots, while massaging your scalp at the same time. Fluttering your eyes up at him as you moaned out against him,causing the vibrations to shot straight through him “God that feels so good...can you take me a little further in your mouth? “ His request came out breathy, almost somber this time, releasing him from your lips with a pop as you smirked up at him,taking in a deep breath before placing your lips right on his tip. Slowly easing your way down his shaft...slowly..slowly...taking him in inch..by inch..you watched him go completely wide eyed before completely reclining his neck against the pillow “Holy...fuckkkkkk” He dragged that moan out until you stopped..almost gagging as you took in as much as you could...damn near hitting the bases..you were impressed with your own self to be fair.Placing your hand back beneath you as you continued to work him in your hand. “That feel good baby?” Rolling your tongue around his tip, sucking all the precum that was drizzling its way town… “Sooo  good...your gonna have me spoiled ...your soo good, so fuckin good” Brining his hand down futher...he started to massage your ass, before pulling your panties to the side. Letting his fingers slid between your folds, the sound of how wet you were shot through the room as you moaned out even stronger against him. He was starting to gently roll his hips into your mouth, which you loved, it’s what you've been asking for. Fingers sliding down your folds a growl left his lips once he felt how wet you were. His index and middle finger circled your clit, causing your body to tremble, only encouraging you to take him even deeper in your throat. Not even needing your hand anymore as you moaned out “How are you so damn perfect? Look at you..taking my cock so well while I work your pussy, getting you ready for me…” Sliding two fingers in effortlessly, which only made you clench down around him “Oh fuck me..baby stop..get up here..fuck your soo fuckikng wet and soo fucking tight...shit how are you THAT soaked already?”

Releasing him with a pop at that absolutely rhetorical question as you moved up his body, panting at this point, you needing him so bad. You can't even a time were you were this wet,and unbelievably aroused before he’s even slid in! Positioning yourself in a place where you could use his tip to tease up at down your clit. As you  rolled your hips against it. Moaning out shameless as you kept your eyes trained on his “For one..have you seen yourself?” Pausing with a brow raise almost as if you wanted him to answer, his eyes met yours..returning the brow kick with a air of amusement, a smug smirk raised the corners of his lips. leaning up, positioning him at your entrance… “And two..if it's the right guy..with the right cock..I actually love giving-Oh my fuck..” it suddenly felt like you were weezing as you started to slide down his length. You weren't even trying too you were just fucking soaked and he was unbelievable hard. You could barely keep your eyes open, as you also felt his thumb applying steady pressure to your clit as you eased your way down, digging your nails into his shoulders . “Hoseok what the fuck!” Almost crying at this point as you couldn't stop pulsing around him, you actually felt like you were coming already and he could feel it too as he circled your clit even faster. His back propped against the headboard,as he gripped the back of your neck, pulling you into the crook of his as your body took him in completely. Kissing up the side of your face as he tried to calm your body down you were pulsing around him so hard he actually couldn't move or else he’d probably come right with you. Bringing his lips to side of your neck,as his own breathy moans danced through your ears from how tight you were squeezing him. “You worked yourself up that much from sucking my cock, that the minute I slide in your already a second away from coming? Hmm..you like my cock that much baby? Does it feel that good?” Choking out a cry as you pulled back from him, wanting to look him directly in his eyes as he made you come. The hum that left his lips, accompanied by the smirk let you know the mood he was in..loving every second of this!  In all honesty you probably should've been embarrassed by how fast you were falling apart but you didn't care, you knew you could last many a rounds. As his chest was swelling knowing he ruined you within seconds “Fuck yeah, it dose….baby your  cocks soo good...god dont stop, please let me come,I’m gonna ride you sooooo  good….”

I’m stressed this man..I’m just stressed why did I write this!??? Well fuck, lol if you like it lemme know!

Love you guys as usual !

[jesbakescookies]

Too Hot To Handle: Chapter Six

So I kinda wrote a different kind of fanfiction. It’s nothing as in depth as my other fics so I am going to post it here. ENJOY!!

         ***Actor, Real Person Fanfiction, Walking Dead RPF***

Featuring: Jeffrey Dean Morgan X Original Female Character, Norman Reedus and others.. (Fyi this is total fiction as in I know nothing about JDMs life or that of his real SO and son etc. This is written for sick daydreaming pleasure.)

Aria St. James is a busy woman with a thriving restaurant. She thought she had everything she needed until a few famous faces visit her dining room. A tall, dark and handsome actor decides Aria’s just what he’s been looking for.

Rating: Mature

Stretching out on the large bed, Jeffrey tried to fall asleep but he kept running over conversations with Aria and picturing her quirking smile and bright eyes. He adored her laugh, the way she threw her head back and didn't bother suppressing the adorable snort. She was completely real, at least from what he knew about her. 

On the next date, Jeffrey was determined to learn more about her and keep his mouth and hands to himself, at least until after dinner. They needed to get to know each other. He wanted to know more about her past and family, he wanted to know what her hopes and dreams were for her career. Aria was driven and he wouldn't be surprised if she had more plans in the works for her restaurant and craft. 

Growling in frustration, Jeffrey looked down at his groin. The incessant hard-on he had while speaking to her over Skype had yet to recede, the woman's pouty lips and sparkling eyes igniting a heat in his shorts that wouldn't leave without proper attention. 

Sliding a large hand down his stomach, Jeffrey gripped himself through the boxer briefs. Groaning at the pressure and the throbbing it caused, he peeled off the cotton and began a slow stroke. His eyes fluttered closed and he pictured Aria’s delicate hand manipulating the thick girth rather than his rough skin. Her palm would be silky but her grip strong, agile fingers curling and squeezing the tip.

"Mother of fuck." He grunted, as his head swelled at the thought of her pink lips wrapped tightly around it. Jeffrey wanted to slide deep into her mouth to feel her soft tongue and constricting throat. She'd moan around his hot flesh, her wide eyes begging him for more. 

"Goddamn doll." Jeffrey murmured while thrust his hips off the bed, into his tightening fist when the images flashed to her riding him wildly. She'd sit on his lap, her soft curvy tits bouncing as he bucked from below. Aria would bite her swollen lips, her eyes wanton as he plunged into her, his thick cock spreading her open. 

"Yeah... take it." he gasped, his head thrown back as he pictured her laying on her back, her legs parted widely and her eyes begging him. 

'Fuck me, Jeff.' She'd plead, her nails digging into his hips as she yanked him into her thighs. 'Please fuck me.'

Jeffrey groaned deeply as images of her clawing the sheets and biting her pillow flashed behind his eyes in rapid succession. He wanted to impale her with his dick and fingers, eat her whole and lick up the leftovers. He wanted to spread her lips and fuck her with his tongue and teeth. Consume every soft pink fold and suck her little swollen nub into his mouth. Aria probably tasted like sweet musky honey, her taste would coat his tongue and wet his beard. God how he wanted to grind his face between her supple thighs until her voice broke from screaming his name. 

"Fuck. Fuck." He moaned, his hips lifting off the bed and into his frantically pumping fist. "Ari. Fuckin’ hell.”

With one last thrust from the bed, Jeffrey came hard and fast all over his hand and stomach. A hissed breath through clenched teeth, followed by a deep satisfied groan filled the room. His limbs felt like wet noodles, the tingling from his release spreading down his legs and arms. 

"Jesus fucking Christ." He huffed out, his hand grabbing a stray towel to clean up. Flopping back onto the bed, Jeffrey felt a smile tug at his lips as relaxation settled over him like a warm blanket. What he wouldn't give to be able to roll over and see the tiny brunette exhausted and satisfied next to him with tussled hair and an equally relaxed smile. 

   "I swear to Christ Javie, if you forgot to order more scallops for the weekend I'm going to throttle you!" Aria threatened from the walk in cooler as the door open. 

"Fuck doll, every time I walk in here, you're threatening the poor guy." A voice rasped from over her shoulder. 

Spinning around she found Jeffrey leaning against a metal shelf of produce, his large shoulders wrapped in leather and long legs in worn denim. His dark rimmed glasses framed his amused eyes as a coy smirk curled his lips. 

Setting a box aside, Aria approached him with a grin. "What're you doing back? I thought your flight was tomorrow morning."

Shrugging while flashing her an embarrassed smile, Jeffrey confessed, "I didn't wanna wait."

Biting her lip through a giddy smile, Aria sided up to him and curled her hand into the front of his jacket. Pulling him closer she peered up at him and murmured, "Well I'm happy you're so impatient, now fucking kiss me already."

Jeffrey's hands didn't hesitate to cup her face and hold her neck, his mouth joining hers instantly. Turning them around, he pressed her into the ice-cold wall causing her to squeal into his mouth before giggling. 

"Cold." She muttered before digging her hands into his hair and opening her mouth greedily to his tongue. They kissed like teenagers, hands and mouths touching and kissing anything in reach. 

"Fuck. I missed you doll. How's that possible?" He rasped, dipping his head into her neck to suck a tantalizing path behind her ear. "Just met you and feels like I can't get enough."

"I missed you too." She replied, her hands sliding along his waist dipping her fingers below the worn cotton t-shirt. "And I'd like to tear your clothes off right now."

Growling into her neck, Jeffrey sucked and licked his way back to her mouth, devouring her as if needing her moans to survive. 

"Hey boss lady-." Javier voice broke the heady trance, his words fading off as he caught sight of the two entangled inside the refrigerator. "Oh..... oh my god."

Aria snorted, pulling back with blushing cheeks as Jeffrey subtly adjusted the giant problem in his pants. Clearing his throat awkwardly he flashed Javier a friendly grin and offered, "How's it going Javier?"

"Uhhhhh." The sous-chef mumbled, his wide eyes drifting back and forth between the two before muttering, "Great.. um so boss, service is about to start."

Clearing her throat, Aria tucked loosened hair behind her ear and asked, "Scallops?"

"Top shelf on the right." 

Glaring at him she muttered, "Did you put it out of my reach to fuck with me?"

"Obviously." Javier replied with a grin before turning his attention back to Jeffrey. "Sooooo I guess I'll be seeing you around huh?"

Jeffrey smiled widely, his dimples showing as he joked, "As long as Aria isn't arrested for murdering you."

"Which is highly possible." Aria retorted dryly, standing on her tiptoes to reach the box. Jeffrey pulled it down without any hassle, flashing her a sly grin when she pouted. "Aww don't pout darlin' I like little people."

"Fuck off!" She snapped without any bite, her lips twitching. "Smartass.”

Kissing her temple, Jeffrey brought the box out of the cooler and set in onto the countertop. Aria noticed a few of the servers hovering in the doorway looking at the tall dark and handsome man smirking at her. Rolling her eyes she asked, “You wanna stay for dinner?”

“Not if I’m eating alone.” He muttered, stepping in closer to speak low and deep. “Was thinkin’ I’d stop and see you now, maybe come back later once you close up.”

“Sounds good.” She replied, flicking her eyes to the servers pretending not to watch. “Don’t you have tables to set?” she asked with a cocked eyebrow.

“They’re all done.” Cheryl replied with a grin, her body practically vibrating with excitement. 

“Well find something else to do, Jesus.” Aria ordered, her mouth scowled and irritated.

After they left, Aria leaned into his chest and stretched her neck up to kiss him once more. Jeffrey framed her face and kissed her slow and deep, his whiskers tickling her nose and cheeks.

“I’ll come back soon.” He rasped against her lips. “I’m gonna take my luggage home and clean up.”

“You came straight here?”

“Told you… I missed you.”

Blushing at the man, Aria pushed him towards the doorway. “Go on now. You’re distracting me with all your smooth talk.”

“Sure it’s the talking and not the kissing?”

“See. Smooth talker.” She laughed, her lips quirked to the side. “I’ll see you later, player.”

“Til’ later beautiful.”

Find Chapter Seven here:

http://jesbakescookies.tumblr.com/post/162246226236/too-hot-to-handle-chapter-seven

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Mercs’ World 2: Keep on Mercn’

Hey guys, I’m starting a new short story miniseries called Mercs World based of the drawings of Manuel-Augusto-Dischinger Moura. It follows the lives of mercenaries in the year 2049. This is part 2, part 1 can be found here: http://quillandlantern.tumblr.com/post/156634078181/mercs-world

This story features Voodoo Mistress (XII) Ruin Child (X) Gobo Grim (LXXIV) and Chino (XI)

“This is your car?” Ruin Child, said. She stood before the SUV, taking in the peeled white paint. Her prosthetic dangled above her head. It twisted its hand, as if to check its nails. “I thought you guys were supposed to be rich,”

Chino didn’t respond as he walked towards the car. He was preoccupied with a virtual argument.

<The hell you’re bringing her along> Gobo messaged over their netlink.

<Trust me friend>Chino replied, cracking open the driver-side. <We need numbers, and she’s got what it takes>

<No. You’re dumb.>Gobo hefted the bottle he held into the car, then helped himself up into the seat. <She’d  die like flak>

<HEY> Ruin Child messaged both of them. <theres noseatsback here> The mod fighter stood by the car door. Her huge prosthesis was disconnected, standing next to her upright and attentive <where am I supposed to put my arm?>  

Gobo paused in the seat. He looked up at Chino, who was already closing the door and buckling his seatbelt. “Shit,” Chino said, grasping the steering wheel. “I’m already strapped in.”

“Just where were you thinking she would sit?” Gobo said.

“Well,” Chino eyed the passenger side seat.

“Jackass! Where am I going to sit?”

“The middle conso-”

“Don’t you fucking say the middle consol,” Gobo hopped out of the car, reaching back in to grab the bottle. He popped the lid as he walked around to the back. Ruin Child and her prosthetic watched him. “Open the back,” He said, motioning with his free hand. Her prosthetic responded, delicately opening the door.

“Oh,” Ruin Child said. She stared into the back of the SUV. “What is all this stuff?”

“Stuff,” Gobo said. He paused at the back and took a swig. After cringing Gobo pointed at the car. “You can put your arm in there,”

“What, on top of the giant guns?” She stared down at a pair of wrapped rectangles. They both had handles poking conspicuously from the wrapping.

“Those aren’t guns,” Chino called back. “Those are swords with guns built in.”

“And these boxes,” Ruin Child said. She messaged both of them a short video of a nuclear blast.

Gobo didn’t respond. He tapped his foot impatiently. “I couldn’t care less whether you stay or go,” Gobo said. “But don’t just stand there,”

Ruin Child took one more look at the wrapped gunswords. After a beat her prosthesis crawled into the back and laid itself on top of them.

“Ugh,” Gobo said. He walked with her back round and hopped into the passenger. Chino watched him from the corner of his eye. Gobo shot his companion a nasty look, then scooted on top of the middle consol.

<See> Chino messaged him. <you fit>

<fukkin bite me>

Ruin Child got in after him and sat leaning forward.

“They’re clean,” Chino said, referencing the seats. “You can lean back,” He pressed the start button on the car’s nav panel.

“I’m not taking out my back studs,” Ruin Child said. Her voice lowered into sarcasm. “So if it’s alright, I’m going to keep sitting like this,” She shut the car door.

“Heh,” Gobo said, taking another sip of his bottle.

The car pulled away from the oasis and sped up the onramp. Each of the three passengers got lost briefly in their netlinks.

<okay> Ruin Child messaged them as the car sped along. <looked up a bunch of articles on mercenaries. they’re trending negative>

<Of course they are> Chino responded. <War is bad. The glorification of soldiers is dangerous>

<but I’m finding fansites for some of the mercenaries holyshit Gobo you have a one>

“Course I do.” Gobo said, wiping his chin. “Everyone from presidents to serial killers have fans, people will worship anyone.”

<ah, but youre right> Ruin Child said, pinging both of them with article after article. <there’s a lot of positive trending on how much you guys make> Her face squinted as information streamed past her eyes. <ah>

<checking out the life expectancy?> Gobo messaged, grinning.

<3yrs>

“Sound’s about right,” Chino said, breaking the silence. “But that’s just the chumps. The people not cut out for the work. The good ones? Us? We last,”

<bullshit>Gobo messaged Ruin Child. She laughed.  

“So what, what happens if you guys get tagged by a police drone and they pull you from the interstate?” She motioned towards the back of the car. “I mean you’ve got all sorts of weapons back there.”

“Yeah, can’t fuck around in the first world,” Chino said. It was a common sentiment among mercenaries. “But our tags are clean and our insurance is paid. We’ll be fine,”

“How many guys are on your team?”

“Just us,” Gobo said. He flicked his bottle, gauging the remaining content.        

“What? You can’t have a mercenary team with just two people,”

“Three now,” Chino said, looking at her. “And after New Orleans, four,”

“Four? How they hell are we supposed to do anything with just four people?”

“Well,” Chino said, cocking his head. “The way I figure it, its four very special people,”

“The hell?”

“Well sure,” Chino continued. “You’ve got Gobo here who’s really good with explosives and heavy ordinance.” Gobo gave a lazy salute with his bottle. “And I’m pretty handy with those swords back there. And now we have you,” Gobo motioned towards Ruin Child. “A very passionate and dedicated mod fighter, who I know is going to make a great mercenary,”

“You don’t know anything about me,” She said. She turned away from Chino and opened her netlink. A moment later Chino messaged her a video of one of her fights. Underneath it were a hundred comments from viewers.

<Everybody’s got fansites>

<whatever> she messaged back. <still tho 4 isn’t enough>

“Chino undersold us,” Gobo said. “We’re pros. I’ve been doing this since they cooked me up in a lab, and Chino’s mom popped him out in the middle of a firefight in Juarez, so you could he say he was born into it too.”

“We’ve been to Syria,” Chino said. “The Congo, Myanmar, Yemen, Iraq,”

“Mexico, Venezuela,” Gobo said. “Somalia, Libya,” he stopped his list and took another sip from his bottle. “We’ve been in so many ruined countries we could run a travel blog. Let me ask you something,” The goblin said, casting a sideways glance at Ruin Child. “That body of yours, full prosthesis?”

“Hey now,” Chino said, looking at his companion. “C’mon Gobo, I think in the states that’s considered rude to ask,”

“No,” Gobo said, throwing up a finger. “She’s a part of the mod-scene right? Those guys love talking about their prosthetics and augments,”

“Yeah well,” Ruin Child said. “Despite what you might have heard about “us guys”, it’s still considered rude,”

“Sooooo,” Gobo said, giving a small shrug. “Full body?”

“No,” Ruin Child said. “Not full body. My heart and face are original, as are a bunch of my organs. Who the hell can even afford full body?”

“You if you last more than one battle,” Chino said cheerfully.

“Okay,” Gobo said. “So not full body. What about brain augs? You got any chips or boosters in there?”

“No!” Ruin Child said, acting mildly offended. “That’s foolshit!”

“Nothing wrong with augmenting your brain,”

“There’s a lot wrong actually, and what’s it to you! We just met, you don’t need to get so personal,”

“It’s not that he’s trying to pry into your business,” Chino said. “There’s lots of mercenaries out there, sporting all kinds of bionics, augments and enhancements.  You’re a mod fighter, so it’s kind of like you’ve been practicing all this time for the warzone.”

“Of course, nothing could prepare you for the real deal,” Gobo said. He looked at the empty bottle he held and then tossed it behind him. It bounced off Ruin Child’s prosthetic and rolled to a stop by the floorboard. “But the point is I’m trying to figure out if you’ll die the first time someone puts a 50 cal through your stomach.”

“I replaced my stomach with a capratic converter,” Ruin Child said softly.

“There, see?” Chino said, looking at his goblin friend. “She won’t die like flak,”

“And I’ve played war games, I know what it’s like,”

Chino and Gobo looked at each other, then burst out laughing. Ruin Child’s arms had been crossed while she leaned forward in the seat, but now they tightened. Chino saw this and threw up both his hands. “I’m sorry, really. I’m sure the war games are incredibly realistic. But it’s not the same. No games going to prepare you for the first time you burst into a house in the middle of a firefight and come upon a room full of women and children.”

“Or explode a building flak are using for cover and realizing it was a school,” Gobo said. Chino didn’t fail to notice the hint of regret. “You’ve got to understand that what we do is evil and destructive, plain and simple,”

“But it’s necessary,” Chino interjected. “Or at least, our way of waging war isn’t going away in our lifetime,”

“Short as that may be,” Ruin Child said.

Gobo snorted. “She’s getting it.” He looked from her to Chino and back again. “Look, I’m just going to go ahead and say it. I don’t think you’re cut out for this type of work. I don’t agree with Chino asking you to come along. But if you’re going to stay, if you don’t want us to just pull over and let you out, understand you’re about to become a murdering, twisted psycho bitch perpetrating evil deeds and policies. You’re going to be helping governments exterminate rival factions. You’re going to be helping rival factions exterminate governments. And always, no matter who’s shooting who, it’s the innocents caught in the middle who die the quickest. Our work will take your soul and leave you a hardened husk of a human. Happens to all the women who do this kind of thing. The men too.”

Ruin Child didn’t answer. She just stared ahead at the glove compartment hovering in front of her face. Chino cleared his throat.

“There’s a reason we get paid so much. We don’t just risk our lives. We forfeit what makes us human. And not like what you’re doing,” Chino motioned his thumb back at Ruin Child’s giant, prosthetic arm lying in the back of the car. “I’m talking about what’s on the inside. The part of you that let’s you see a child and not just dismiss them as flak. The part that will let you live in a house surrounded by other people and live a normal, happy life. Neither Gobo nor I can do that anymore,”

“So what’s the point,” Ruin Child said. She seemed sullen, or angry. “You’re just bad people doing bad things for money?”

“Yes,” Chino said, slowly. “But, sometimes,” He paused. “Sometimes, the governments you topple are replaced with good people. And sometimes, while people in boardrooms are paying you to remove villages, you see an opportunity to do some good. So you do,”

“Not often,” Gobo murmured.

Ruin Child didn’t speak after that. Chino worried that she’d ask to be let out at any moment, but the highway passed under their car without any protest. The man and his goblin companion occupied themselves with halfhearted net browsing. The Louisiana countryside was full of trees, and yet still managed to look barren. The air gauge showed an increasing dampness as they neared New Orleans, and Chino wondered if it’d affect his prosthetics. His last mission in Brazil certainly had, Chino was still paying off the repairs.

Finally they reached a lake. The interstate continued over the lake, stretching out over the waters towards a distant city on the other side.

“Well shit,” Chino said. “I guess that’s New Orleans,”

“Yeah,” Ruin Child said, breaking her sullen silence. “What part are we going to?” Chino responded by sending her the address over the netlink. “Huh,” Ruin Child said. “I haven’t been to that ward,”

“She better be worth it,” Gobo said.

“Who’s this fourth person you’re recruiting?” Ruin Child asked.

Chino smiled. “Her names’s Delo Washington, aka Voodoo Mistress. And she’s going to make us the best merc team in the whole world,”