#his thumbs in the 1st gif

[toointojoelmiller]

Joel Miller...

guard doggin'

wrappin' a foot

computerin'

fixin' a boot

lettin' himself in

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Let The Game Begin

Alastor x GN! Reader

The 4 times Alastor bites you and the one time you bite back.

TW: Mentions that Alastor owns Reader’s soul. Biting and blood.

1st Time

The first time it had happened it honestly surprised the hell out of you, you were looking over some paperwork for Charlie regarding the new renovations that her dad had wanted to put in saying it was to bring in new guests. But looking at the duck themed statue has you confused but you didn’t bring it up yet. Taking your pen you wrote down what would seem best and not cost so much to get done, despite having magic abilities- you forbid the King (by bribing him with ducks) to use his magic to build anything more. You’d practically be out of a job then..and you don’t want Alastor to yank on your chain. Literally..you’d be no use for him here and you’d rather not be stuck behind the desk. You’d drive yourself to madness once more, but your husband would find a way for you to stay. You were his greatest treasure after all.

You were seemingly so focused on what was in front of you and what you were thinking that you failed to notice the red haired demon behind you, watching you and calling your name. How dare you ignore him? The man who brought you here. The man who has your soul in his clawed hands. But he couldn’t bring himself to summon your chain..as his eyes landed on your shoulder, a devious smile was on his lips and in a flash. One hand wrapped around your neck as he *bit* down causing you to let out a loud yelp. You couldn’t move away from him as he leaned back your crimson blood staining his teeth and lips. Oh..He adored that sound. He wanted more.

2nd Time

The second time was when you were sitting down next to him in the foyer as Charlie was talking about a new exercise. You were more or less paying attention, leaning against your hand as Alastor stood next to your seat. He was never the man to sit around for a long period of time especially when he had something important on his mind. You watched him tap the bottom of his cane to the tip of his shoe, making sure Charlie was focusing on something else you waved your hand to get his attention. Thankfully he had looked over the second you raised your hand but his tense shoulders slumped when he noticed you weren’t going to touch him. The golden band on your finger prominent in the light as you waved him down, he backed up bending by the waist to listen to you. “Go, Dear..I’ll cover for you..you got that distant look in your eyes.” You whispered out causing his smile to widen. Oh how he loved your keen eyes but he nodded and gently grabbed your hand to press a kiss to your palm. Your thumb brushing against his cheek, a discreet sentiment he always seemed to enjoy. You looked away for a split second feeling someone watching you (other than your husband) but then flinched feeling his sharp fangs dig into your palm before he smoothed it out with a lick from his tongue and a kiss to your knuckles. You turned to curse him but he was already gone, left with a red bite mark on your palm.

3rd Time

The third time was as surprising as the first one. Alastor was known for his cruelty, the way his anger had no bounds or limits. But walking with him to Cannibal Town to see Rosie, you missed sitting with her listening to the latest news and gossiping about people (..Susan..), had him on edge. You kept your distance from your husband upon his request as much as he adored your attention and touch, he didn’t want you to become an even bigger target than you already were from being so close to him. But the way random sinners who had the nerve to catcall you from across the street made him angrier by the second. You watched as your husband’s eye twitched but didn’t point it out, only walked faster to catch up with him.

What really hammered the nail into the coffin was when he had taken your arm to help you across the road, ever the suave gentlemen your husband was, and someone had the gall- no the nerve to flirt with you infront of his face before grabbing onto you like a rabid dog looking for a meal. Sharp static rang out as his horns grew bigger- his smile wider causing the sinner to tremble and fall back onto their own ass before a tendril shot out grabbing the sinner by their throat and slamming them into the wall. You watched him from the corner of your eye as you both continued to make your way to Cannibal Town..well Alastor had made the decision to make a quick detour. Pulling you away from prying eyes, he had you pinned against a wall as he bit down on your neck. Not hard enough to bite a chunk out of you, no..he couldn’t hurt his darling spouse. But he made sure you couldn’t hide the bite he was licking the blood off of…Rosie was going to have field day when she saw you.

4th Time

Now this was getting confused and annoying cause you don’t exactly know when your darling Husband would strike and bite down on you like some chew toy (..not that you aren’t happy about that), but it’s causing you to be paranoid as much as you love your husband, you’d rather not have to keep watching over your shoulder every second just to make sure your husband isn’t going to bite you. But you had let your guard down when cooking with him, well..you were in the kitchen reading as Alastor was cooking dinner. He had forbidden you from cooking after you had accidentally set the stove on fire. You don’t even know how it happened but allowed him to take control of the flames. 

Looking up, you notice as he was standing beside you a lovestruck look on his face. It wasn’t long until you were swept away into a dance with him singing along to a tune in his own head, you let out a soft laugh allowing him to spin you away before pulling you back into him. The dance had ended with a gentle kiss as he realized that his focus was needed back on the food that was still cooking. But before you could pull away from his hold completely you once again felt his sharp teeth dig into your cheek. Letting out a soft grumble from his antics only to be met with a deep chuckle and the feeling of his tongue smoothing out where had bitten, likely wiping away any blood from your cheek before his attention was once again enraptured by cooking.

Biting Back

Alastor watched you as you talked with Charlie but your gaze kept falling onto him causing his smile to grow into a wicked one. Oh he was getting to you and he was enjoying it. How much longer can you keep that facade going? Could he finally break that little perfect facade you had or would you keep it up? Only time would tell. He tilted his head watching as you quickly excused yourself to walk towards him, “Is there a reason you are staring me down, Alastor?” You asked and he chuckled, “You’re losing yourself, Dear.” You sent a glare towards him before walking off. You knew he was right, you knew he could see right through your facade. You were his spouse after all, his confidant. But what he didn’t know is that you had a trick up your sleeve. Something he won't see coming.

You were going to wait until a private time to surprise your lovely husband but then he had to leave for an abrupt meeting with the overlords about new territory. You stood at the front doors with him, fixing his precious suit jacket as he watched you, a soft look in his crimson eyes. “There we go,” you hummed, wiping his jacket lapels down and motioning him down. He playfully rolled his eyes but bent down towards you, gently kissing his cheek, before biting down on his cheek and walking off. Not noticing how he jumped and stood straight up before letting out a loud laugh, “Is that all you have, Darling? Look at those teeth! Can’t rip flesh from bone!” He called out at your disappearing figure, oh you just started a game that you wouldn’t win.

Extra

Angel looked over at Husk who was busy shuffling Uno cards while the others sat around, “So….anybody else think their fuckin’?” He asked, causing Charlie to choke on her drink and the cards to fall out of Husk’s paws. Vaggie sent him a glare as Nifty laughed and Pentious blushed. “Watch it, Angel.” Husk growled out sending him a glare before glancing over to where you were fixing one of the beer taps on the bar, currently in your own world. “What? C’mon Whiskers, you have to know something about them.” Husk rolled his eyes collecting the cards up again as Nifty chimed in, “Oh they are married!” Husk coughed and glared at her causing everyone around to look surprised. “What? They…They married Smiles? Like…they wanted to?” Angel asked as Husk sighed nodding.

“They’ve been married for a few decades now.” He whispered out as Nifty nodded watching as he started to deal out the deck of cards. “But they are so sweet..very helpful too.” Charlie whispered out holding onto Vaggie’s hand and Husk sighed. “Listen..they are as bad as him but they tend to hide it more. They tend to like the game of cat and mouse more than him. But none of us pose a threat to them so they back off. But enough..focus on the game.”  Husk grumbled as Angel rolled his eyes grabbing his cards.

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The Beginning of Healing

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Warning: Smut! - This is your 1st and only warning!

Summary: On your first night with your husband, he opens up about his past.

"My previous experience with women is... not so great." said Aemond as he stared at you.

You stared at him wearing a sheer gown. His eyes were glued to your body.

This would be the first night you spend with Aemond, the night to consummate your long-awaited marriage to the Prince.

You smiled at Aemond, such a gentle smile.

"What happened?" even if you were only a couple steps away from him, you didn't move, you stayed between him and his bed.

"It was my 13th name day. My brother brought me to the streets of silk... He wanted me to have as much experience as he had." It was clear he had a hard time remembering that day. So, you put him out of his misery.

"You fear I would be the same?"

"You are so much more than that whore." his eyes finally met yours and you knew he meant every word.

"Aemond I told you this long before our marriage has been announced. I do not wish to force you to do anything. I want you to want me. I do not want to force myself onto you and start our marriage with a night full of regret."

"I know you don't."

"But I will say this to you, My Prince. I wish to give myself to you fully. My body and my soul as I have given you my hand in marriage. I don't want you to see this as a duty you have to fulfil. I want both of us to enjoy our time together, our life together."

"What did I do to deserve an angel like you?" he smiled as he took a step forward, you welcomed him with a hug and a short kiss.

"I do believe, My Prince has done many many terrible things. But I must also admit, when I first saw you riding your dragon, I knew I would do anything just to be called yours." you whispered against his mouth as he groaned. "If you want, I can use my hands and mouth on you tonight, and later... when you are ready, you can do as you please."

"And what will you tell my brother?"

"The truth."

"Which is?"

"That in a way, I, myself, am also riding the largest beast in all of Westeros." 

"I didn't know you had such a dirty mouth." he admitted as his thumb ran along your lips.

"Only if you wish. Some men say they prefer a clueless, damsel in distress. Others prefer some kind of hunt. I wonder what you prefer, My Husband."

"I prefer you." you smiled as he said that without any hesitation.

"I truly wish to take the bad memories away, Aemond. I want a happy life with you, now that the War is over." 

"I want the same... just maybe... not tonight." you nodded and kissed his lips. 

"As my husband wishes." 

Maybe, just for now, sucking his cock while watching his face twitch was enough. Maybe kissing him while your hands worked on his length was enough. Maybe allowing him to kiss and suck your tits as your hands pumped his leaking cock was enough. 

They were small steps, but you should have known better than to assume that a Targaryen Prince wouldn't have a list full of trauma.

But you will be there for him when he is ready to start his healing. 

And maybe, but just maybe marrying him was the beginning of the process.

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[satorusugurugurl]

You made geto sound so attractive in the leisure streamer fic esp w all the tatts and piercings and rings 😵‍💫😵‍💫 will u ever do a separate Drabble w him in the same universe? Maybe not the same reader bc I like them w gojo but w another reader who maybe works at the cafe?? You don’t have to at all, I was just wondering! 🩷🩷 you just made him soooo sexy I’m obsessed with him 😌 (also sukuna was so funny im the king of the cafe!!! 🤣)

My Boss is a Hottie!

Summary: Geto Suguru is your boss, and you want him to put you in a million different positions; of course, you’d never say that out loud until your best friend Yuki pushes you over the edge.

Pairing: Boss!Geto Suguru x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 3,372

Warnings Language, smut, pinv, unprotected sex, creampie

A/N: JENXMDJDKDK Thank you for the request! This is set in the same universe as The Leisure Streamer is a Hottie! I love Boss Geto! 🥴 bend me over the glass display case pleas!!

You stare down at the two coffee cups placed in front of you. Your best friend, Yuki Tsukumo, is watching you, smirking as you pick up the 1st cup and take a sip. You let the flavor sit on your tongue

Before swallowing, which you regret almost instantly. The espresso is bitter, and it tastes like rag water. You take a sip of your water before picking up the second cup, taking a sip of the nutty, almost chocolatey espresso, and sliding your mouth, making your eyes roll back.

“That is your stupid instant espresso from the supermarket.” You spit out as you jab a thumb at the first cup you, unfortunately, drank from. “That right there is my sweet Colombian beans roasted to perfection.” To emphasize your point, you pick up the second cup and take another sip of the delicious liquid inside.

“Holy shit! You can tell the difference!” Yuki reaches under the counter, pulling out a large brown sack of Colombian beans she picked up for you and Geto on her latest trip.

“Of course, I can tell the difference; I work with the self-appointed king of coffee, Ryomen Sukuna. I have drunk so much espresso you would think I would be more wired than I already am.”

Yuki shakes her head, patting the bag before stretching her arms above her head. “Sure~ blame your coworker for your sudden encyclopedia knowledge of coffee.” She shoots you a knowing smirk. “It’s totally not because of the boss you want to bang.” Your cheeks flush as you choke on your espresso, winning a cackle from your friend.

“That's fucking weird shut up!”

“Oh, you shut up! I can see the way you both eye fuck each other every time you’re near one another. Do the world the fucking favor and just fuck already.”

“There is no eye-fucking going on!”

Yuki narrows her eyes and looks back at her boyfriend, Choso, who is tinkering with the air filter for Yuki’s bike. “Cho, you’ve seen them, right?” her boyfriend looks up from his project at hand, streaks of grease on his face as he puts down the tool he was working with.

“Seen what?”

“My bestie eye fucking her boss!”

“Oh,” Choso glances between you and his girlfriend, “Yeah, I've seen it.”

You groan into your hands, shaking your head. “Nothing is going on between us! I swear!” Yuki cooed, placing another bag of beans on the table for you.

“But you want there to be!”

It was true you did want to be in a relationship with your boss. But there was one singular problem. He was your fucking boss! Sure, the two of you had known each other since college. Sure, you both got wasted together at bars and had cuddled on his couch countless times. He was the soul fantasy you dreamed about when you were diddling your skittle in the comfort of your bed. But things wouldn’t work out because he was your boss.

Yuki knew you had it down bad for him. And she loved torturing the absolute hell out of you because of that. She insisted that you could make it work, but you saw it as unprofessional. Plus, Suguru was so fucking hot. There was no chance in hell he would even go for a girl like you.

“You cannot look at me and tell me you do not want to see what he’s packing in those baggy pants.”

“No, I don't.”

“You're a terrible liar.”

“And you're being a terrible friend at the moment! I cannot fuck my boss!”

Yuki’s eyes dart behind you before smirking ever so slowly. “Oooh, so you do want to!” You clench your teeth as you down the rest of the espresso. “Oh, come on, just be honest with yourself! The truth will set you free!” slamming the cup down, you glared at your beaming friend.

“Fine! You wanna know, I’ll tell you! But don't bitch to me about said details!”

“Oooh, I wouldn't never!” she holds her hand. “Scouts honor!”

“I would be all over that man all day, every day, in the kitchen, in his car, on the counter. I would be in missionary, doggy, reverse cowgirl, the lotus! I would do the whole fuckin’ Kamasutra for Geto Suguru!” Yuki nodded as you took a deep breath. “I would gladly make that man a father of three! And you know the idea of being pregnant terrifies me!”

“Oh, I know!”

“I would suck that man dry! I would give him the best fuckin’ nut of his life! God, I wanna sink my teeth into him!”

Choso walked over, tapping Yuki on the shoulder. “Sorry to interrupt the horny confessions, but I found the problem; I need to borrow you away from Geto and your bestie.” Huh, you blinked, staring at Choso, who grinned at someone behind you. “Hi, Geto.”

No, there was no way Geto was behind you! “Oh, that's a good one, Choso!” a warm hand clasped your shoulder, making every nerve in your body jolt.

“Hi, Choso.” Your boss, the man you thought of when rubbing yourself under your sheets, squeezed your shoulder—making you want to crawl under the table and scream.

“Well, this has been fun! But I got shit to do! Have a great night!” Yuki was off without another word, tugging Choso towards the back of her mechanic shop.

Geto’s hand remained on your shoulder before his other hand gently massaged you. Heat pooled between your legs as he rubbed your muscles with the right amount of pressure. That soft, constant contact had you moaning, rubbing your thighs together to alleviate the throbbing you were experiencing. Oh god, was this just him being nice? Or was this his way of conveying his feelings?

You glanced up, biting your lip. Geto Suguru was a fucking hottie. The tail of his dragon tattoo ran along his forearm, moving towards his back, where the rest of the dragon was. Suguru’s other arm was an intricate sleeve of ocean waves and cherry blossoms. The black ink matched his painted black nails kneading into your shoulders. The touch of his hand left you hot and bothered, but the chill from the rings on almost every one of his fingers was a sharp contrast. His dark eyes were narrowed his pierced brow cock as he smirked. His long, luscious dark hair was in his signature half-up, half-down style, with bangs on his face.

“I-I got your beans, boss—haaaah—” you moaned, watching his pink tongue dart out over black lip ring. “Fuck.”

“Good job.” His fingers gently inched under the collar of your t-shirt up to the first knuckle. “I appreciate you, princess.”

Your breath catches in your throat as his fingers trace your skin. They feel good, so good you don’t want it to stop. So you gulp before biting your lip. You gently grab one of his wrists and lower his hand underneath your shirt to the second knuckle. Suguru's barrow eyes widened before he chuckled breathlessly, sinking his hand further.

“Fuck—”

You gasp out as Suguru’s fingers gently trace over the top of your breasts. “So, the girls are out. They're going to have a sleepover with Nobara and Maki at their place.” His words are silky smooth, like the espresso you had just downed moments before.

“Oh? So will you and Satoru sit around and play mindless, stupid video games like always?”

“Satoru is in Sendai with my new designer artist.” Suguru’s slid his finger deeper, fuck he was so close to cupping your breast. “He told me not to wait up.”

Holy fuck, was this happening? This was a moment you had dreamed and fantasized about happening for years. Ever since you started working with Suguru at a local shop before he invested in his own, he easily convinced you to join him, as his coffee shop was a cult. The two of you were always flirting with each other; having been friends for the last two years, you would do that to anybody. But over the last few months, the flirting became less playful and more apparent that you didn’t want to be friends. You wanted to be more.

So, is this your boss's way of initiating an interaction that doesn’t revolve around work? It seemed like it. And you were going to take that hook, line, and sinker.

“Oooh, are you asking me to keep you company tonight?”

“Only if you want.” Your boss's earthy, minty smell crept up your nostrils as he leaned beside your ear. “I think I would be lying to myself if I didn’t tell you; you have me curious.”

His breath tickles your earlobe, making you rub your thighs together harder. “And what exactly is that?” Your grip tightens around his wrist, and you resist the urge to shove his whole hand down your shirt.

“I’m curious to see if you were being truthful about everything you said. If you want to do it with me all day, every day. In my kitchen, my car, on the counter back at the shop.” Wetness coats the inside of your underwear as he whispers those dirty words you had said back to you. For some reason, they sound even hotter and more vulgar coming out of his mouth. “I want to put you in missionary, doggy, reverse cowgirl. Fuck I want to try stuff, I’ve never tried with another person.” His whole hand slides under your shirt, cupping your breast. “I say we buy a copy of the Kamasutra. We try every fucking position in there.”

“F-Fuuck.”

“So what do you say, Princess? Should we take this back to my place?” His teeth take your earlobe between his teeth, making you gasp as you arch your back. “Are you going to give me the best fuckin’ nut of my life?”

“Oh~ you bet your ass I am.”

Your boss chuckles deeply into your ear, releasing the sensitive lobe from his mouth. “Hit me with your best shot, Princess.”

Suguru regrets those words an hour later as you lower yourself slowly, backing up on his cock, as your bent over the empty glass display case in the shop. You had not given him the best nut of his life not once but twice so far. Once with your delightful, talented mouth and the second from you just grinding on him. He felt like a fucking teenager, and goddamnit, he fucking loved it.

There was some enchantment about you. You always drew him like a moth to the flame. Whenever you were, he knew it would be a great day. You were like his personal ray of sunshine, brightening his day wherever he went. Everyone teased him at the shop, asking him if he was going on a date with you, and you both were strictly on business. But lo and behold, he wanted to take you out on a date. He couldn’t bring up the courage to ask you.

It was hard enough for him to ask you to leave your job at the coffee shop you both met at to join him on an adventure of opening his shop. He thought he would say, but you agreed. He felt that there might be something there between you. That was both exciting to explore but also terrifying at the same time.

Now here you both were, your face pressed against the glass display case, with his cock buried deep inside of you, stretching you out with his fat cock. Suguru can’t help but grab your waist, squeezing it gently, savoring the moment. It wasn’t like he would let this be a one-time thing. He had just purchased the Kamasutra, which would be delivered the following day. This was the beginning of a very long and satisfying relationship. One that had started with friendship and was now turning into something more.

“Haaah fuck~ fuuuck baby.” Suguru groans, pressing you further against the glass case, watching as it fogged up with your heavy panting. “You have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about this.”

“Nnnhh,” you turn your head, looking back at him with a smirk. “Fuck~ I could say the same thing about me. Is that way you would have such long meetings in your office with nobody?”

Suguru pulls out, his eyes glancing down at the cock wet with your spit and arousal. “Yeah, it is.” He shoved all the way back inside of you, making you yelp. “Is that way you’re always late returning from your lunch break? Don’t tell me you’ve been rubbing that pretty little clit in your car.”

Your palms press against the cool chill of the glass underneath you. “Rubbing it~? Oooh no, but I do put my vibrator on it.” Suguru’s grip on your waist tightens as he groans out with a huff from behind you.

“You’re so fucking hot. Is that why you didn’t let me in your glove box that one time? You keep an emergency vibrator in there when you come to work?” His cock begins sliding in and out of your tight walls hugging him snuggly with each jerk of his hips.

“Oh~ I’m cumming alright.”

Suguru’s hips buckled, eyes going wide before he growled, shoving himself deeper inside of you, forcing your hips back. Being filled to the brim made your eyes widen as you hissed out a whine through your teeth. His thick pulled out before slamming back into you with such force your fingers grabbed the edge of the cool counter.

“God, you're such a dirty girl. I fucking love it!” He growled, snapping his lips forward, pushing you harder into the glass. “Next time you get all hot and bothered, come see me~ I’ll fuck you so good.” He leaned his head down, humping slowly against your ass with slow thrusts that hit every sweet spot inside of you. “You could even bring your vibrator~” his teeth snapped gently, tugging at your ear.

“Holy—” your eyes rolled back as Suguru’s hips had your clit rubbing against the smooth glass. “I-I’m dirty~ listen to—hnnngh!” His teeth tugged at your earlobe, silencing your retort. “Oh my god~! Ooooh, my fucking god Sugu!” You rocked yourself back against him, his kisses and nips at your sensitive ear and neck driving you mad.

A shaky chuckle sounded from your boss, “You’re sensitive, aren’t you, princess~?” You answered with an eager whimper and nod before looking back at him.

His tongue ran over his lip piercing as his ring-covered fingers slipped down, groping the fat of your ass. The cool metal, the way his slick cock slid in and out of you faster and harder, had your eyes rolling back as your walls tightened around his cock. Suguru growled; one of his eyes twitched slightly as your walls tightened around him, squeezing his cock with almost pained pleasure. He was drowning in you and your tight cunt.

Suguru pressed his whole body against your back, bucking into you; his thrusts were hard and fast, pushing you closer to your release. Suguru’s hands slammed on either side of your head, keeping himself up not wholly to crush you under his weight. His right hand slid up, covering yours with his own, his fingers intertwined with yours, holding your hand as he fucked his cock deeper into you.

“S-Sugu~!” You cried out, turning your head to meet his. “Suguru~!”

His lips caught yours, kissing you as he squeezed your hand tight, his hips buckling as he felt you getting closer and closer. Your walls hugged him, making you squeak as he shoved his tongue into your mouth. The chill of his piercing against your lips and his tongue wrestling yours for control had your eyes shut tight as you squeezed his hand back.

“Oh~ fuck- mmmm—“ Suguru’s orgasm was fast approaching, his once well-patterned thrusts becoming messy and frantic. “Fuck—cum with me, please, Princess.”

You kissed him harder, gasping against his lips, breathing hard. “Gonna cum~ Suguru harder~ harder!” Your grip on his hand is almost crushing as he does exactly as you ask. His hips bucking yours as hard as he can the display case, shaking under each frantic thrust. Your eyes shut tight as Suguru rests his mouth against your cheek, moaning as loudly as you were. His breath is hot, and his dress is messy, and you can’t stop it from happening. “C-Cumming!” You scream as your walls convulse around his cock, squeezing the loving life out of him.

“Fuck!” Suguru hisses out. “Haaah~ ooooh! Fuck that’s right cum on my cock. He whispered against your cheek as pleasured cries filled the room. “Yeah~ yeah fuck~ gonna cum~ you want it?” All you can do is scream out, nodding, legs shaking as your orgasm keeps rocking through you. That is what has your boss’ balls slapping against your clit as he fucks himself into his orgasm. “N-Nnngh!” Suguru's face presses harder against yours as his cock throbs with every spurt of cum he thrusts into you.

You blinked slowly, humming happily as Suguru stayed buried inside of you, his lips finding yours in a gentle kiss. This was everything you wanted, and more, like your dream, finally came true. Suguru sighed, nuzzling his face in your neck as his heart rate slowed.

“Remind me to thank Yuki for pushing your buttons the next time I see her.”

“Heh~ you and me both.” You wince as Suguru slowly pulls out of you, his hand sliding your hips to help steady you as you stand up. “Fuuuck, that was amazing.”

“Mhmm, you’re amazing.” Suguru wraps his arms around your waist. “Would you be opposed to round three in the shower? That way, I can thoroughly clean you up~”

Your arms snake around his neck as you bite down on your bottom lip. “I would not be opposed to that at all.” Suguru leans down, his lips inches from your own, as a chime sounds above you. Both your eyes go wide as you listen to stomping through the kitchen. Nanami storms through the back, his eyes dark with anger. The anger is displayed as Suguru struggles to pull his pants up while you shakily hide behind him as Nanami looks towards you both.

“Nanami! Turn around!”

“Oh, god, sorry!” Nanami flushed, turning away, giving you and Suguru a chance to readjust your clothing. “I-I didn't see anything! Sorry, I was looking for my idiot client!”

“He hasn’t come home yet,” Suguru says, clearing his throat and brushing his hair out of his face. “He was staying the night in Sendai.”

You peek at your blonde friend, blinking as he clenches his fists with a growl. “And he’s not answering my texts or calls!” What could be so crucial that Nanami needed to talk to Gojo at midnight?

“Did something happen?” You ask, wobbling on your jello legs as Suguru sprays disinfectant on the counter you just fucked on. “Did he say something stupid again, and you need to do crowd control?”

Nanami turns to gawk at you as Suguru wipes the display case clean. “You haven’t seen it?”

“Seen what?”

Nanami sighs, pulling up his phone and showing you both the screen. The number one trending headline on Twitter is Gojo Satoru, the headline: Popular Leisure Streamer Checks into a Love Hotel with His Girlfriend!” Underneath the article was a photo of a beautiful girl and Satoru at a receptionist's desk.

“Oooh shit.” You whisper, covering your mouth with your hand as you giggle. “Where’s his mask?!”

“My thoughts exactly!” Nanami snapped, dialing what you assumed was Gojo’s number again. “Geto, I hope you’re not too attached to him because I will obliterate him.”

Suguru sent a quick text before wrapping an arm around you. “I’ll miss him, but as long as my princess is by my side, I’ll live.” You beamed up at your boss, who was now much more to you. Fuck thanking Yuki; you needed to get her a gift basket.

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THUMB FIGHT ✦ N.RIKI

𝓼ynopsis. riki doesn't want to do the dishes, neither you do. time for a thumb fight! 𝓹airing. n.riki x female!reader 𝓰enre. fluff, crack, puppy love. 𝔀arnings. curse words, reader calls her mother-in-law “mum”, not proofread, english is not my 1st language. 𝔀𝓬. 943.  𝓶asterlist.

♡ 𝓪melie's 𝓷ote: guys! thank you so much for the 100+ notes on my first post (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) i'm so happy hihi

riki and you began dating for a few months now, and his family house started to feel like a second home for you. with that, you spend lot of time just hanging out there, cuddling with your boyfriend and gossiping with his sisters. back in school, that was when everything begun: you guys friendship and then love era. everything felt so special, but, one of the most special things is the thumb fight rule; which consists in starting a thumb fight whenever there is an different opinion when choosing something or when both of you don't want to do something but has to: like now.

"i am not doing the dishes, nishimura," you spoke up, looking at the sink full of dishes while he stood by your side, analysing the current situation as well.

he rubbed his bottom lip with his index finger before replying: "you know," clearing his throat, he turned to look at you with his arms crossed. "i am kind of tired and you're in my house, so..."

"are you telling me that just because i am here i have to do the dishes?" you scoffed. "mama!" you called riki's mother, teasing him. "ma, riki is-"

"shut up!" his hands covered your mouth and you, trying to break free from his tight hold, touched your tongue against his hand. "ugh, freak!" your laugh echoed through the kitchen walls, travelling to the living room.

"RIKI! stop bothering my sister!" konon called her brother while sat on the sofa.

"ha! idiot!" you mocked him.

"shut up you little- little... ugh," he rolled his eyes, already pulling his jumper's sleeves up. "i'll just do the dishes, babe." your boyfriend shrugged, annoyed but unbothered.

"wait," you sighed. "let's just do a thumb fight..." you spoke with a frustrated voice, not wanting too, but feeling bad for making him do the dishes by himself.

"yeeesss!" riki cheered.

"nevermind," you began to walk away from the kitchen.

"nooooo, babe, come back!" he took your hand and pulled you, making you land on his chest. "oh... hi there, little one," you felt a kiss being placed on your forehead.

"riki-"

"huh?! who's that?" he pushed you away from his chest, like you just cursed at him. in a comic way, he placed the palm of his hand behind his ear, like he was having a hard time hearing you.

"niki..."

"um, i can't hear you,"

"nini," you snorted, getting impatient.

"mhm? wha'd you say?"

"UGH! forget it! i'll do it!"

"no! wait, wait, nini? perfect! is perfect, okay? i can live without being called baby by my own girlfriend..." he sniffed. "anyway, where we were at?"

"thumb fight,"

"yeah, thumb fight, okay," interlacing both of your hands, riki's thumb was already taking over.

"hey, you little fucker, i didn't say start!" you complained, frowning with a pout.

"okay, okay, say start already, otherwise i'll kiss that pout out of your lips." he sent you a playful flying kiss, and you turned your head like you were avoiding it from landing on you.

"alright, are you ready to get your fingers wrinkled?" you squinted your eyes, teasing him.

"i'll probably not be the one ending up with a wet shirt," he shrugged.

"we'll see," you smirked. "three, two one, fight!"

"LET'S GOOO!" riki screamed with enthusiasm.

"that was unfair, your thumb is much bigger than mine!"

"cry about it!" the japanese boy began to mimick a baby crying, even making that exaggerated pouty lips.

"what the fuck are you guys doing?" a feminine voice took away the playful atmosphere.

"um..." riki began to blush, embarrassed from being caught while doing such a stupid thing. meanwhile, you were holding your laugh so hard that you felt like exploding. "nothing."

"mhm..." konon shook it off, walking in the room.

"nonnie, why are you... there?" your head dropped to the side when you realised your sister-in-law was about to take over the dishes.

"huh? i'm gonna put the dishes in the dish washer," she shrugged and riki's loud groan was heard.

"KONON!"

"whaaat?" she turned to look at her brother.

"since when we have... that!" he pointed to the dishwasher.

"since we moved,"

"wait, haven't we moved here like... ten years ago?"

"yeah," she nodded, confirming to her own self. "like ten years ago." konon shrugged, focusing on the dishes again.

"but, konon!"

"what now, riki?" she sighed, turning to look at her brother once again.

"oh, nothing is just that-"

" 'that' what?"

"she" he points at you. "was supposed to do the dishes."

"okay, and?" her face suddenly turned into an angry one. "don't tell me you didn't know we had the dishwasher and you want her to do the dishes? you're mean, nishimura." konon shook her head.

"your mum won't be happy when she discovers this," you mimicked your sister-in-law's action, shaking your head as well, already planning how to make mum pissed off and riki under trouble.

"bet,"

"yeah? bet? mamaaaa!"

"SHUT UP!"

𝓫onus 𝓼cene! ★

"i'll tell mum what you did earlier," you told your boyfriend while laying on his chest. "and don't you dare to bet me again!" you made him aware.

"never again..." he replied, having flashbacks from when you hit him ― playfully, of course.

"wait, you're really gonna let me get in trouble? your handsome and caring boyfriend? who you love and-"

"who said i love you?"

"now you're the one being mean,"

"payback, baby." riki pouted.

"give me a kiss at least, damn..." he slowly began to approximate his face from yours.

"bet! gimme your thumb and we'll see if i'll rather kiss you or not."

"you're so mean!~"

© 𝓪𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝓮, 𝗺𝗹𝘆𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗮 𝗌𝓽𝓾𝖽𝗂𝗈𝓼. ⋆

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Know What I Want » Lee Bodecker

Week of October 1st-5th

Pairings: Soft Dark!Lee Bodecker x Female Reader

Summary: Lee comes over to “talk to your dad”, already knowing he not home, but he wants you instead.

Warnings: Smut (18+), soft Dark, language, age gap (reader is in her 20s), dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex, riding, praise kink, size kink, name calling (slut), pet names

What about dark!soft!Lee Bodecker, who comes home to you to “talk to you father” who isn’t at home and he knows but he wants you🤭🤭 (requested by @buckys-wintersoldier) thank you for this idea bestie🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

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GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

“Coming!” You shouted when someone knocked on the door.

You opened the door and seen the Sheriff. You smiled at him and stepped aside to allow him to walk inside your house.

“Are you here to see my dad?” You asked.

“Nope.” Lee answers, already knowing that your dad isn’t home. “I’m here to see you.” He says, putting his hands on his hips.

You furrowed your eyebrows. Did you break any laws lately without realizing it?

“Did I do something wrong?” You asked.

“No. I just wanted to come see you.” He says, sitting down on the couch.

You gave him a smile before sitting down next to him. Your hands smoothed out the front of your dress. Lee couldn’t help but notice how pretty you look in your dress. He licks his lips at the way it fits you.

“You know why I’m here, right?” Lee asks.

“To wait for my dad to get home.” You answered cluelessly.

“Nope.” He replies. “I’m here for something else and you know what it is, sugar.” He says huskily.

“No I don’t.” You say.

Lee chuckles and shifted himself in his seat so he was facing you.

“You know what I want.” He put his hand on your thigh. “You.” He says.

You looked down at his hand on your thigh and politely pushed it off. He put his hand back on your thigh, squeezing it.

“We- We can’t.” You say, sounding innocent.

“Yes we can.” Lee says with a smirk.

You watched his hand slide further up your thigh till it reached your panties. You gasped when his fingers rubbed your pussy through your soft cotton panties.

“N-No.” You stuttered.

“You may be saying no, but your pussy isn’t.” He says.

You hate the way your body is reacting to him, but in a way you liked it. Lee moved your thighs apart and pushed your dress up to your hips. He then pushed your panties to the side.

“You’re so wet, darlin’.” His fingers rubbed in your slick. “I bet you were expecting me to come by, weren’t you?” He says.

“N-No.” You answered.

“Don’t lie to me.” He says.

You nodded your head yes. A gasp left your lips when he slide two fingers in your pussy. Your pussy fluttered around his fingers. He thrusted them in and out of you at a decent pace. His thumb began rubbing your clit while his fingers fucked you.

You began breathing heavily. You looked down at his hand in between your legs, watching his fingers fuck your pussy. You couldn’t tear your eyes away. You bit your bottom lip to keep yourself from moaning.

“Let me hear those pretty sounds, darlin’.” Lee says.

You shook your head no. Lee’s hand grabbed your jaw and squished your cheeks together.

“It wasn’t a question.” His voice sounded dark. “Do as I say.” He says.

You stared at him and nodded your head. Lee let go of your face. You let out small whimpers and moans. The sounds of your whimpers and moans went straight to his cock. His cock felt uncomfortably hard in his work pants. You watched as his hand rubbed his cock through his pants for some kind of relief.

“You want my cock, sugar?” He asks.

You just stared at the bulge in his pants and nodded your head yes. That wasn’t a good enough answer for him. That earned you a smack on your thigh, making you yelp.

“Use your big girl words.” He says.

“I want your cock.” You blurted out.

Lee took his fingers out of your pussy, making you whine.

“Take your panties off and give them to me.” Lee says.

You stood up and took your panties off, giving them to Lee. You were confused on why he wanted your panties, but you didn’t question it. He put them in the front pocket of his pants. You watched him unbuckle his belt and unbutton and unzip his pants. He lifted his hips to pull his pants and boxers down just enough for his cock to spring out. Lee leaned forward and grabbed your arm, pulling you onto his lap. You were straddling him.

“Put my cock in your pussy.” He orders.

You blinked at him a couple times before following his orders. You stood up on your knees, hovering over his cock. Lee bunched up your dress above your hips. You reached in between the two of you, wrapping your hand around his cock. You lined his cock at your entrance and slowly slid down onto it. You gasped at his size. You’ve never had a cock this big in you.

“S-So big.” You stuttered.

Once his cock was fully inside of you, you looked at Lee, waiting for further instructions.

“Ride me.” Lee orders again.

You put your hands on his shoulders, rising yourself up, only leaving his tip inside of you and slide back down. You rode him at a slow and steady pace, but that wasn’t enough for Lee.

“Faster.” He demands.

“But-” You were about to protest, but stopped talking.

“Don’t make me spank you.” He warns.

Your eyes widened at the small threat. You obeyed him and increased your speed, riding him faster.

“That’s it.” Lee mutters. “Good girl.” He praises.

Lee’s hands pushed the straps of your dress off of your shoulders and pulled down the top of your dress down, revealing your breasts to him. He licked his lips at the sight before attacking them with kisses and marking them up. You gasped when you felt his teeth bite your skin when he marked you up. He leaned back, walking your breasts bounce as you rode him.

“What would your daddy think if he caught you riding the Sheriff’s cock?” Lee says tauntingly.

“Daddy can’t know about this.” You managed to say without moaning.

“Why’s that, sweetheart? Your daddy think you’re an innocent good girl?” He lightly chuckles again. “You’re just a little slut riding my cock.” He says with a smirk.

Normally, you don’t like being called a slut, but the way Lee says it sounds hot. You’re not sure what’s gotten into you as you rode the Sheriff’s cock, but you kinda like it.

Your nails dug in his uniform shirt. Lee could feel your nails through his shirt. His hands found their way to your ass cheeks, giving them a squeeze, catching you off guard. You lurched forward against his chest when he did that. Lee chuckled at your reaction. His hands remained on your ass cheeks while you rode him.

You could feel every vein of his cock. You love the feeling of his cock rubbing along your walls. Your pussy clenched around his cock when it reached that one spot inside of you, hitting it perfectly. A loud moan left your lips when his cock hit it twice in a row.

“Found your little spot, didn’t I, sugar?” Lee says in a cooing voice.

You moaned in response. One of Lee’s left your ass cheek and was placed on the back of your head. He pulled you in for a filthy kiss, catching you by surprise. You moaned against his lips. His tongue licked across your bottom lip. You parted your lips just enough for him to slide his tongue inside of your mouth, exploring every part of your mouth.

Everything about this is dirty and you knew it. So does Lee. Riding the Sheriff is the most dirty of all. You didn’t seem to mind it. At first you weren’t too sure about it, but now you’re completely fine with it. Lee on the other hand, was loving everything about this.

Lee’s free hand found its way to your clit and began rubbing it. Your hips bucked against his hand and hips at the feeling. Your pussy also clenched around his cock at the feeling. His other hand played with your breasts. His index finger and thumb pinched your nipples, making you squeak. A tingle shot through your body when he pinched them.

You felt your orgasm slowly start to build up. You weren’t sure how much longer you were going to last. You riding him and Lee rubbing your clit helped build up your orgasm more and more.

“Can- Can I cum?” You asked, feeling your cheeks heat up in shyness.

“No.” Is all he says.

“But-” You stopped talking when he gave you a warning look.

“You can cum when I cum.” He says.

You whined. That earned you a smack on your thigh, making you jolt a little bit.

“Quit your fucking whining before I give you something to whine about.” Lee says.

You nodded and continued riding him. Your orgasm was building up even more. Lee could tell by the way your pussy was clenching around his cock. His own orgasm was building up as well. His hands tightened on your hips with a bruising grip.

“Fuck…” Lee moans, tilting his head back against the couch.

Lee came inside of you a short moment later. You could feel his cum dripping out of you, making a white ring at the base of his cock. One of Lee’s hands left your hip and went down to your clit, applying pressure and rubbing it in fast circles.

“Cum for me, sugar.” Lee says.

That’s all it took for you to cum. A pornographic moan left your lips when you came. You came so hard you soaked his cock. Your legs were shaking by the end of your orgasm. Lee gave your clit a particularly rough rub before he stopped rubbing it. Your movements came to a stop as well.

Lee helped you off of him and sat you on the couch next to him. You watched him stand up, putting his cock back in his boxers and buttoned up and zipped up his pants and buckled his belt. Lee turned to you and without warning, he put his hand on the back of your head and kissed you hungrily. You moaned against his lips.

“See you later, darlin’.” Lee says with a wink.

-Bucky’s Doll

[kinascum]

LAST HIT - C. STURNIOLO

SUMMARY: A drug deal turns into a night of unexpected twists and revelations for two lost souls seeking escape.

CONTENTS: drugs, reader is described (sorry, 1st pic of moodboard), sexual content (head, degradation, praise, cum eating), cursing, lmk if I missed anything

words: 1.5k (crazy ik)

Chris's sneakers squeaked against the linoleum floor of the dilapidated apartment complex, echoing through the empty hallway. His hand hovered over the doorbell, hesitating for a moment before he finally pressed it. The sound of a TV, muffled by layers of paint and cigarette smoke, filled the silence that followed. He adjusted the baseball cap on his head, tugging it slightly lower over his eyes. The door cracked open and a pair of brown eyes peered out from the shadows, scrutinizing him before the door swung open wider.

"You're early," Y/N said, her voice a mix of surprise and annoyance. She was leaning against the doorframe, her hair a wild mess of curls that framed her face. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt that barely covered her midriff, and her legs were a canvas of freckles and ink.

"Couldn't wait," Chris replied with a cocky smirk, flashing a bag of goodies at her. She rolled her eyes but stepped aside to let him in, her bare feet slapping against the cold floor. The apartment smelled faintly of patchouli and weed, a scent that was as much a part of her as the piercings that lined her ears and the lip.

He made his way to the couch, the springs groaning beneath his weight as he dropped his duffel bag beside him. She followed, curiosity piqued as she eyed the bag. "What'd you bring?"

"The usual," he said, unzipping the bag to reveal a collection of small plastic baggies filled with a variety of colorful pills and powders. She licked her lips, eyes darting to the digital clock on the wall. It was almost time for their rendezvous. "But I brought something extra for us to try later," he added, a glint in his eye.

"You always know how to make a girl feel special," she quipped, crossing her arms over her chest. Her eyes narrowed as she took a seat beside him, her legs curling underneath her. "But first, I need to take care of some... business."

Chris nodded, understanding the unspoken agreement between them. They had been doing this dance for months now, ever since she had stumbled into his life, a lost soul looking for a quick high and an even quicker escape from reality. He pulled out a lighter and a blunt, lighting it with a flick of his thumb. He took a deep drag, the smoke filling his lungs before he exhaled it in a slow, deliberate stream that curled around his head like a halo.

The girl leaned in, her breath hot against his neck as she began to unbuckle his belt. He could feel the anticipation building, a familiar ache in his groin. She was good at this, the best he had ever had. Her hands were deft, and she knew just how to make him squirm with pleasure. As she slid down to her knees, he leaned back, closing his eyes and letting the warmth of the apartment and the buzz from the weed wash over him. Her mouth was soft and eager, and he couldn't help but let out a low groan of satisfaction.

"Mm, you're the best," he murmured, his hand finding its way into her hair. She smirked around his length, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

The TV flickered in the background, casting strange shadows across the room as she worked her magic. The only sounds were the crackle of the blunt and the quiet, wet noises of her sucking him off. The tension grew, tightening in his stomach like a coiled spring. But as much as he enjoyed this, he knew it was just the prelude to what was to come. The real show would start once the sun went down and the shadows grew long. And he had a feeling tonight was going to be one for the books.

"Take it deeper," he ordered, his voice gruff and demanding. She complied, her eyes watering slightly as she took him all the way in, her throat constricting around him. He watched her, his eyes hooded and dark, a sadistic smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, that's it. Like you're starving for it." He knew she wasn't, of course. This was just their game, a dance of power and submission that they both found thrilling in their own twisted ways.

He tangled his fingers in her hair, gripping tightly as he began to thrust shallowly into her mouth. She gagged, and he felt a surge of power, a rush of control that was almost as intoxicating as the weed. "You're such a good little slut," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. She moaned in response, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through him. He knew she didn't like being talked to like that, but it was part of the thrill for her, the edge of degradation that made her feel alive.

"Look up at me," he said, his voice a harsh whisper. She obeyed, her eyes meeting his, and he could see the mix of defiance and desire in them. He smoked the blunt, letting the smoke drift into her face, watching as she coughed and sputtered around his cock. "That's right, breathe me in," he said, his tone mocking. She glared at him, but there was a spark in her eyes that told him she loved every second of it. This was their dynamic, a push and pull that kept them both coming back for more.

The tension grew, the air in the room thick with it, until he couldn't hold back anymore. He felt the warmth building in his balls, the pressure mounting until it was all he could focus on. With a final, deep thrust, he came in her mouth, filling it with his hot seed. She choked, but she didn't pull away, her eyes never leaving his as she swallowed every drop, a look of triumph on her face.

He sat back, his chest heaving as he took another hit of the blunt, watching her wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. "Good girl," he said, his voice a little softer now. She stuck her tongue out at him, a playful gesture that made him laugh despite the heaviness in the air. They had an understanding, a bond that went beyond the physical. They were both damaged in their own ways, but together, they found a strange solace in their toxic little rituals.

Chris took a moment to compose himself, his heart racing from the intense climax. He reached down to help her up, pulling her onto the couch beside him. She curled into his side, her head resting on his shoulder as they both took a moment to catch their breath. The TV flickered on in the background, the mundane sitcom laughter a stark contrast to the raw intimacy they had just shared.

"So, what's the plan for tonight?" she asked, her voice a little hoarse from her earlier exertions. He could feel her body relaxing against him, the adrenaline slowly draining away. He took another drag, holding the smoke in his lungs before exhaling. "Got a big score lined up," he said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Should be enough to get us out of here for a while."

Her eyes lit up at the mention of leaving this run-down apartment behind, if only temporarily. "Where are we going?" she asked, a hint of hope in her voice. He wrapped his arm around her, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her bare skin. "Somewhere warm, with a beach and no worries," he said, his voice a promise.

The clock on the wall ticked away the minutes, each one bringing them closer to the night's main event. But for now, they were content to sit in the quiet, their bodies entwined and their minds racing with the possibilities of what the future could hold. The blunt burned down to a nub, the embers casting a warm glow over the room.

As the last of the light faded, the apartment felt like a cocoon, a temporary escape from the harsh realities of their lives. But outside, the world was waiting, and with the promise of a big score, the stakes had never been higher. They both knew that this could be their ticket to a better life, or the end of the line. But for now, all they had was each other, and the thrill of the unknown.

the vibe dwb!chris brings to the function

[fake-bleach]

ooo i loved "deserve it" so much 🔥 could we get another part of him fucking her in his bed and the wife catching them, and he looks at her and keeps on going 👀

so glad you enjoyed it! :) thank you for the request <3 hope you like this one!

word count: 2.3k (this turned out longer than i expected oops)

warnings: (18+ only!) smut, fem!afab!reader (no use of y/n), unprotected sex, tiniest bit of choking, piv, slight size kink but not rly, breeding kink/creampie, praise, dirty talk, use of pet names (baby, honey, girl, etc), cheating but not rly bc.. yeah, happy/soft ending :)

part 2 of deserve it (read the 1st part here!)

ao3 link | masterlist

"C'mere, baby.. No need to get shy on me now. We're already here, aren't we?"

Joel's voice fills your ears as he lays you out on his bed for him, his wife's bed, his hands trying to rip your clothes off in desperation to see all of you already.

Your breaths become louder as you inhale sharply, Joel's hands lifting your shirt off of your body as you raise your arms up instinctively. You've been at this with him too many times to count now, but never, never in this bed. It makes it all the more exciting and absolutely vile.

"Up, up, up.. Let me see you, honey.." He breathes out, his voice low and lustful as your tits fall from the release of your shirt, throwing it to the side. He tuts his tongue at the sight of no bra anywhere on you, making a smirk grow on his lips.

He reaches for one of your breasts, squeezing it gently as he moans softly at the feeling of it within his hand, making him shake his head in disbelief. "So pretty, sweetheart.. How lucky am I, huh?" He praises you, moving down to your pants to pull them down along with your panties, the impatience he has growing furiously inside of him.

"J-Joel.." You gasp out, the feeling of the cold air from how quick his hands move hitting your core. You intuitively spread your legs for him, arousal increasing with each second that passes. Your folds grow slick at the thought of his cock inside of you already, your eyes focused on him and only him.

His hand caresses your inner thigh, fixed onto your glistening cunt as he licks his lips, chuckling at how eager you are for him. He glances up at your face, seeing the desperation seething out of you. "Needy, needy girl.. What d'ya want? Gotta hear it, honey. Tell me what you need.." He urges out of you, his fingers tracing up towards your core, but not reaching there just yet.

You bite your bottom lip as you stare into Joel's eyes, your focus flickering from his face to the hand that's ever-so-slowly teasing you. "Want.. Want you to touch me, Joel.. N-Need you inside me, please.." You whimper out, both of your hands reaching to grip onto the sheets.

He grins up at you and nods his head slightly, pursing his lips as he lets his thumb glide along your wet folds, the sudden touch making you gasp out. "Need what inside you, baby? Use your words, I know you can.." He tells you sternly, the noises coming out of your mouth only encouraging him to start rubbing small, gentle circles around your clit.

You hiss at the feeling, mouth falling open at the sight and feeling of his thumb on you, making you stammer out, "Y-Your cock, I need your cock in me, please— Fuck, Joel.."

Your pleas seem to convince him enough to give you what you want, as he removes his hand from your body to take his clothes off, your eyes hypnotized by him and his body. It isn't the first time you've seen Joel naked, that's for sure, but you never get tired of how the sight of him makes you feel. How wet you get, knowing that he's all yours for the night; how he's going to ruin you.

With his clothes and belt tossed onto the floor, his focus is back on you, wasting no time to get his body on yours. His aching cock catches your eyes for a moment as his arms reach out to both of your sides on the bed, caging your body in with his face hovering over yours, pressing his lips on yours for a messy kiss.

You moan into it, bringing your hands to grab onto the sides of Joel's lower back and waist, pulling him in closer to you. His cock nudges against your wet heat, making him pull away from your lips to groan out at his tip getting a taste of your cunt.

"Gonna fuck this pretty lil' pussy, baby.. Fill it all up and make it mine, yeah? You want that?" Joel asks you, his heavy breath and words making you shudder at the feeling and thought of his intentions.

You whine out and nod your head earnestly, his hand reaching between your bodies and to your cunt to insert his thick fingers between your puffy lips, sliding them through your slick to gather it up. "Please, Joel, please.. Want it so bad, please, just— fuck me already!" You gasp out, making him laugh at you.

It's mean and degrading, and it makes you crave him even more. He knows that he has you hooked around his finger and there's nothing that'll change that now.

​​His fingers slide out of your folds, his hand grabbing onto the base of his cock to prod his fat head against your entrance, pushing just the tip of it inside of you.

The feeling of it makes you gasp, jaw falling wide open as you stare up into his eyes, his hand suddenly moving to wrap around your neck, gently yet firmly.

"Fuck.." Joel draws out, rocking his hips to push just an inch more of his cock inside of you, "That's it, baby.. Tight little cunt.."

He swiftly pushes his hips all the way inside of you, filling you to the brim as you whine out, eyes shooting open to stare down at the view of his body flushed against yours. The stretch of him makes your core ache, your walls gripping onto him tightly, "F-Fuck, wait— Too much, Joel, wait—"

Joel just hushes you, lifting your legs up to rest by the sides of his hips, making them wrap around his waist. He pulls out slightly, resting the tip of his cock against your hole before slowly pushing himself back in, cherishing the feeling of you clenching around him with each thrust.

"No, no.. Y'gonna take what I give you, baby.. C'mon now, be a good girl for me. Know you can take it." He coos, encouraging you while his hands grasp onto your thighs, having full control of your body to move it just how he wants.

Your breath draws in sharply, feeling like he's everywhere on you the way that he's making you fall apart on his cock. His pace becomes relentless, making your body shake as he pounds into you, his fingertips tight enough on your thighs to create marks that'll last for days.

All you can do is bare it, feeling the heat inside of your stomach and cunt grow the faster he fucks you; the harder you take it.

Unable to even think or process anything, your eyes shut at the feeling of the tip of his cock continuously hitting that spot in your body, making your core and mind go numb, your mouth uncontrollably spewing out moans and his name.

Hearing Joel laugh faintly at you, your cheeks grow flush at his words, eyes opening slowly and hazily to look at him. "Attagirl, baby.. Takin' cock like you were meant for it. Like this pretty pussy's meant for me. S'all mine, isn't it? Y'gonna let me fuck it whenever I want, honey?" He asks you, his tone cocky and low.

You nod your head shakily, your face all fucked out as your eyes roll to the back of your head. His strokes make you shudder against him, your cunt clenching around him tightly as his thick cock continues to stretch you out completely.

At one point, Joel just pushes himself in as deep as he can possibly go, making the fat head of it protrude outward against your stomach. It makes your mouth fall wide open, eyes fixed only onto the sight of the swelling bulge in your stomach.

Groaning loudly, you whine out, "J-Joel, oh, fuck! S-So.. too deep, oh god—", which just spurs him on, loving how good you take it. He reaches one of his hands up towards your pussy, pressing his thumb against your clit to rub fast, tight circles around it.

The feeling of it shoots through your body, immediately making your eyes widen at how fucking good it feels. Your cunt squeezes around him, all while he pulls his hips back just to immediately slam his cock back in.

His rough, fast strokes make you lightheaded, forcing your eyes shut as you feel your climax grow closer and closer. As Joel's movement hardly ease up, your sense of surroundings are completely lost, focused solely on the feeling that his cock and fingers were giving you.

The sound of a door opens, only notable for Joel as his neck lifts up and away from you, his eyes focused on the woman standing right at the doorway.

His wife.

A gasp is forced out of her mouth as she stares at the scene of him fucking you into his bed.. their bed, making Joel just smirk up at her as he pounds into you over and over again, the view of his wife staring spurring him on even more.

It doesn't make him stop or slow down at all. If anything, it makes him go harder, causing the moans and yells of his name from you to become even louder and more urgent, your body convulsing around him.

"J-Joel! Fuck! Don't stop, please!"

And so he obliges, the speed of his thrusts quickening all while he stares back at her. His wife's mouth falls open, her hand moving to cover it up in shock. His thumb on your clit moves faster to feel you tighten around him again, the constriction of your walls making him groan loudly as he lifts his head up in utter bliss.

"Never gonna stop, baby.. Pussy's too good.. The best I've ever had." He lets out, chuckling softly as his eyes focus back on his wife, knowing that she's seen and heard enough. His wife finally storms out, leaving the door open behind her as she runs down the stairs and away from the house.

You lay there unaware of the encounter, too hypnotized and fucked out by the ecstasy that Joel was giving you, his cock repeatedly hitting your g-spot and bringing you closer to the edge.. and Joel was right there with you.

Your eyes stir back open to look at Joel's face, his words pushing you even further to your release, "Y'gonna come for me, honey? Come all over my cock? Wanna fuckin' feel you soak me, baby.. while I fill you up.. Make you so full of me s'ya feel me for days.."

His words just push you to the edge, that final force making your entire body tense up as waves of pleasure flow down to your cunt, your walls writhing and trembling around his thick cock.

Joel's movements of his thumb on your clit gradually slows down as your high unwinds, "Just like that, baby.. Good fuckin' girl.. Don't you fuckin' stop.." Your gasps and harsh breaths settling the more your body relaxes and eases into your climax. Your dripping slick coats his cock and your thighs, making you feel so filthy.

His lips curl up into a soft smirk, his stare fixed on your tired face as his thrusts chase his own release, groaning out your name with his fingertips nearly ingraining themselves into your skin.

You feel his cock twitch inside of you, forcing a whimper out of your throat as your eyes bore into his own, biting your bottom lip harshly at the sensation in your spent, sensitive cunt. You encourage him, reaching for one of your tits to squeeze it harshly to put a little show on for him.

"Fill me up, Joel.. Ruin me for any other man, f-fuck.. Wanna feel you so deep, J-Joel, I—" You stammer out, panting and letting out soft gasps as his hips meet your own with each push and pull. Joel's grunts fill your ears as his pace makes the bed shake and creak, his movements increasingly overstimulating you.

Your words and the sight of you rouse him, urging him closer and closer to his peak as his heavy breaths and grunts grow louder and quicker, your wet cunt finally bringing him to his release. His hips slam against your own one last time, pushing his cock into you as deep as he could, rocking himself forward to get even an inch of him further.

His hot, long bursts of come spill inside your cunt, making you whine at the intense feeling of it filling you up, the tip of his cock so deep inside of you making you cry out.

Joel's hips give you one final push, pulling back to thrust back into your hot cunt as he groans out, satisfied as he finishes inside of you. He lets out a chuckle, tired and spent out as his body gives out to lay on top of your stomach, his cock never pulling away from you so he can keep you full to the brim of him.

He looks up at you with wide, ardent eyes, his lips forming into a soft smile as he presses small kisses against your neck, both of his hands holding onto the sides of your waist gently. "So good for me, sweetheart.. Fuck, can't get enough of you.."

He moves his head back up to place a firm, yet passionate kiss to your lips, making the both of you shut your eyes and sigh into it, contentment filling your bodies. Breaking away from the kiss, you smile and stare into his eyes, running your fingers through his hair just to touch him as long as you can.

"Stay the night.. Let me hold you close, huh? Don't wanna let you go.." He coos at you, shutting his eyes as he wraps his arms around your body, pulling you unbelievably close as the warmth from his entire body consumes you completely. You nod your head and sigh, chuckling as you shut your eyes too.

"Don't worry.. Not going anywhere, Joel.."

And you don't.

His bed may also be his wife's, but it's always been you who's made him feel at home.

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[hunnymisworld]

How Haikyuu Characters would respond to you:

When you ask them for help in making the homework.

SFW | Fluff | Crack | Short AU

[READ ME FIRST]

C O N T E X T: You are a 1st year transfer student in Karasuno and you've already adjusted to your new environment as well as the new people you met whom you made friends with. You were having a hard time with a homework and decided to ask for help in your fellow classmates/seniors.

DAICHI SAWAMURA

A P P R O A C H A B L E yet he is kinda intimidating because everybody knows he's the volleyball captain.

He'll show a small smile when you tap his shoulder to call his attention. "Hey y/n, how can i help you?"

Would offer to teach you the homework with every d e t a i l so you would understand. (He doesn't mind if you ask multiple times about the same thing)

A PATIENT MAN (and understanding too)

"Don't hesitate to ask for help anytime okay?"

He sees you as a younger sibling and finds it cute when you ask him for help.

BIG BROTHER ENERGY (best senpai fr)

Kinda serious when he teaches you the lesson, he's eager for you to learn.

Would ask you follow-up questions to make sure you really understood.

The type to even stay-up-late with you when you ask for a tutor in the upcoming exam ( FOR FREE?!?!? - yes. )

Gives you his phone number cause he does not use social media that much. In case you needed any help with academics or whatsoever.

YOU ACED THE HOMEWORK!

YU NISHINOYA & RYUNOSUKE TANAKA

You can easily find them near the vending machine playing rock-paper-scissors to know who's going to pay for who's snack/drink. (tough battle - Who do you think pays most of the time? You can leave a comment.)

"Stop messing around noya! A junior is here to ask something"

"Ow! Did you really have to hit me- **gets hit again** Oh- Hi Y/n how can your seniors help you?"

Would gladly help you and buy you snacks too!

They lead you where they usually hang out during free time and scan what your homework is about.

"Here, can i see?" Nishinoya offered to look at the homework first and you handed him your noteook.

Ryu was beside him, he was also trying to see what your homework is about.

Scan....scan... Read.... Read...

"What is this? Did we even learn this way back? Do you remember any of this ryu?"

"GIve me that! Stupid-ass. That's what you get for cutting classes. Good for you that you were able to be a senior" (Yes, ryu just snatched your notebook from noya)

BRO WAS OFFENDED

"HEY! That was- fine! It's true. Why would i argue with an even dumber person like you"

You were literally just standing there while they bicker like 🧍‍♀️ T.T (poor y/n getting flustered - wondering how to react)

"Can you stop Noya, let me handle this. SHHHH i can't focus"

Noya really said 😧😑🙂 (bro was GAGGED)

After a while.... yes they indeed remembered the lesson and eventually stopped bickering.

They summerized the lesson for you and explained the concept of the lesson. You were then able to answer all the questions which they checked.

"There all done!" Noya happily said while Ryu was having his moment being the best senpai ever.

"Easy peasy" "Lemon squeezy"

You were relieved and thanked them after. You also offered to get them ice cream next time you bump into each other to thank them for helping you (Literally ATE UP your free time from all that bickering T.T nevertheless, you were grateful)

2 MISTAKES! NOT BAD!! (You got 4 thumbs up from them both and they congratulated you)

SUGAWARA KOSHI

He would be the one to approach you since he noticed you were having a hard time since the morning recess. Brows furrowed while you were scanning your note book.

"Hey Y/n! How are you? I noticed you were having a hard time since the morning. Do you need help?"

You were on the verge of crying for being frustrated at not understanding the lesson. He noticed it and patted your back as he smiled at you warmly.

A COMFORT PERSON FR (he's such a sunshine)

Makes you calm down first so that you'd be able to clear your mind for you to understand the lesson completely.

"How are you feeling? Do you feel calm now? Don't worry, anything can be learned. Don't pressure yourself too much, you just have to give yourself enough time to learn it okay? Let yourself be a beginner too."

You smile warmly at his words. He seems to always know what to say to make a person calm down.

He explained the concept to you as simple as he can and gave you an outline of the lesson so that you have a guide.

He bought you your comfort food to help calm your nerves and walked you back to your classroom cause he was worried.

"Just approach me if you need tutoring okay? Your mental health matters, don't be too hard on yourself. Don't doubt yourself and your capabilities, you are an amazing person who is also capable of making mistakes. You're human too."

You hugged him as you felt how sincere he was and he patted your back.

YOU ACED IT YEY!! (our soft-hearted y/n awww)

KIYOKO SHIMIZU

IS YOUR BESTFRIEND!! (sees you as her little sibling)

Left her notebooks on your desk with a cute note saying:

" Don't be upset, you'll get it i promise you. Here are my notes from 1st year and it's concept is described there in the simplest form. I know you'll be able to understand it when you read it. If you have any questions just text me, i'm arranging the boys' volleyball team practice match with Nekoma right now so i was not able to hand it to you personally. Take care xoxo!

PS: let me know if you want to watch the match, i'll get you a ticket"

SHE IS THE SWEETEST

You understood her notes pretty easily as she said on her note

You texted her and said thank you for the notes and offered to buy her snacks when she's not busy anymore.

She replied with:

" You're welcome 🩷. Sure!!"

She's the best sister fr.

KEI TSUKISHIMA

Will turn his back on you as you approach him T.T

"No. I know what you're going to ask for"

Damn :((

As you walk out of the classrom to ask others who can help you with the homework, he secretly puts his notebook in your bag for you to have a guide for the homework.

"dumb-ahh."

Yes, he left a note and stick in inside his notebook saying:

"Everything is here. You better not text or annoy me. Study on your own. I need my notebook back by tomorrow"

You were surprised and touched that he knows how to show he cares.

OFC YOU ACED IT!!

SHOYO HINATA & TOBIO KAGEYAMA

Before you even have the chance to ask them, THEY WILL ASK FOR YOUR HELP FIRST T.T

They don't understand the lesson either

"Hey y/n, do you understand the lesson? Can you help us?"

BOTH OF THEM LOOKING AT YOU SO HELPLESS AND SHOYO IS ABOUT TO CRY T.T (poor baby)

You looked at them shocked and said "I'm surprised and flattered that you think that I understood the topic but I ALSO DON'T KNOW T.T"

You and HInata cried while Kageyama left you both to ask for help (don't worry he intends to teach you the concept of the lesson to after he learned it from someone who can help)

You ended up having a mini group study with them and Kageyama was able to explain the concept sucessfully.

"Woah Kageyama, i have this much respect for you now. Didn't know you had this side in you" the orange haired guy said.

"Shut up, i'll never set for you again if you manage to fail this homework"

ALL OF YOU ACED IT!!

E N D

Note: You can comment for other character request.

[starryschoolgirl]

Family & Fame

An attempt at a Elvis x Reader drabble

Summary -> In private Elvis was your loving husband and you were his doting wife, but in public Elvis was Elvis Presley, and you were just the wife. Unfortunately, sometimes that public dynamic would follow the two of you home, making way for arguments.

Warnings -> Jealousy, marital dissatisfaction, arguments, very cute and domestic 1st scene though, if you only want some pure fluff read that first scene it's adorable, denial of sex, yelling, swearing, flirty fans, circa 1956, Elvis' confusion leads to anger, Elvis is such a cutie I can't even be mad at him in this. Elvis is also a dad in this because I felt like it.

WC -> 3.5k

Request -> "i was wondering if you could write something with elvis x reader where there's a little marital dissatisfaction? just like a little drabble, doesn't even need to be over 100 words"

"You look handsome, now stop fussing"

Elvis leaned into your hand that cupped his cheek which was smooth from being freshly shaved.

"Now,"

You reached down for the comb on the hotel suite's bathroom counter, holding it casually between two fingers. While you smiled up at him your thumb stroked his cheekbone gently as you asked,

"Would ya hold still so I can fix that mess of hair?"

Elvis laughed softly and turned his cheek slightly to press his lips on your palm, smirking sweetly as he murmured against the skin,

"Sure thing Mama…"

With a smile you stilled his head by keeping your hold on his cheek, tapping it lightly you signaled for him to get lower, which he complied with as he bent his knees slightly, lowering himself to a height that you could see the top of his hair better.

As you neatly combed the gelled mess back into place you mumbled fondly,

"See what happens when a man fusses over his appearance? Just makes it worse, you men, so reckless with your hands…"

He asked testily with a smirk,

"And when a woman fusses over her appearance?"

You simply responded with one last perfecting swoop of the comb,

"Women don't fuss."

He drawled out a sarcastic, "Mhm…"

To which he was answered with a pointed, "Mhm."

After feeling pleased with your work you placed the comb down and smiled up at him, "Perfect", you said just before kissing his cheek.

You then turned to the long bathroom mirror that covered the entire length of the long marble countertops, leaning over it ever so slightly to rub at the skin around your lipstick, making sure it wasn't off-kilter in any way.

He smoothly stepped behind you, the front of his body pressed against the back of yours as his spine bent with yours, leaning over you onto the bathroom counter as you eyed him through the mirror. His arms wrapped around your waist and his chin fell to your shoulder as he stared back at you through the mirror.

His voice was low and gruff as he suggested,

"We don't really gotta go to this little gatherin' tonight now do we? Couldn't we just enjoy the rest of our time in San Francisco? We got about 10 more hours."

Elvis punctuated each sentence with a kiss to your neck, right in that spot he knew you were ticklish. You laughed softly and gently batted him away with a few swipes of your hand which in turn made him laugh.

You spoke while trying (and failing) to keep a serious face,

"Elvis, t-the mayor-"

Your laughing made it hard to put together a proper sentence.

"He's holding this soirée tonight in honor of you coming to- Ack..!"

Elvis laughed and said sarcastically before biting your ear,

"Oh, a soirée? I'm sorry little Ms. French I didn't know it was such a big deal"

You tried your best to continue through the giggle-fest Elvis could pull from you.

"Don't you w-wanna show them all that Southern charm you used to get me to marry you?"

Elvis growled playfully as his hands wrapped around your waist tightened and he picked you up from behind, evoking a squeal of surprise from you as he mumbled into your ear,

"Ya make it sound as if I schemed on you with those charms"

You laughed loudly as he held you up and responded,

"You did scheme on me! Made me think I was marrying a John Wayne cowboy type, just to find out you're a Harpo Marx clownish type, but instead of playing a harp you play a guitar"

He growled into your ear "Oh you little-" before ravaging your neck with playful kisses.

A knock on the bathroom door interrupted your fun, the both of you turning to see it soon opening after Elvis', "Come in Roberta"

As the door opened you smiled to see Roberta, the sweet old lady who'd been working for you and Elvis since a month or two after he released his first RCA record which brought in the money needed to have a personal nanny for yours and Elvis' daughter, sweet little Charlotte, who she was holding as she stood in the doorway.

Roberta smiled as she saw her two employers as in love as ever in each other's arms, the both of you looking like a million bucks in your outfits for tonight.

"Well kids, I just wanted to let the two of ya know Charlotte is all dressed and ready to go, and that the bellboy said the car's out front and ready.

She was much older so even though you and Elvis were adults, she still referred to the both of you as kids, because the two of you in life experience were like kittens compared to a sweet old cat like her.

You smiled and quickly made your way to take your daughter out of her nanny's arms, cooing over how darling she looked in her little dress and coat before saying with a smile, "Thank you, Roberta."

You looked back at Elvis as you bounced Charlotte in your arms, asking with a soft smile,

"Could you grab my purse over by the sink Honey?"

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Sometimes you forget how Elvis' emotions could flip like a switch.

One moment before walking into the big building as Elvis held Charlotte and nervously stared at the doors, you'd cup his cheeks gently and whisper reassuringly, "Hey, everybody here is here for you, to just be around you. You're the man of the evening, they're the ones who should be nervous right now, and I bet you they are"

And then the next, you're holding your sweet daughter in your arms while Elvis is holding some random girls (who you're sure are somebody's sweet daughters) in his arms as he's telling them what "overcomes" him to make him move on stage.

You could vomit, you really could, at the way they all put their hands mindlessly on his chest, and 'ooh' and 'ah' over him explaining what it was like for him to film his upcoming debut film "Love Me Tender"

You got along well with the mayor's wife and a few of San Francisco's socialites who were older women which meant they weren't here for Elvis they were here because their husbands who were close friends of the mayor were here. Due to their disinterest in Elvis, they were easy to make casual conversation with.

The younger women, however, were a different matter. Most of them clung to Elvis or waited their turn to do so. And as you watched from afar you were well aware you could go over there to claim what was yours, but you didn't feel the need to. The ring was on your finger, and his child was in your arms. Sure, he didn't often make eye contact with you through the night like he always used to, but that was just because he was surrounded by so many fans. Right?

Sometimes through the night, he'd shifted through the room to you, with a group of girls in his arms, only now it was a different set, and of course, the merry mayor following him closely, buttering up to America's icon. You shifted Charlotte to your hip as Elvis introduced you to the short, tubby man.

"This is my wife, and right there is our little girl, Charlotte."

The mayor tipped his head to baby Charlotte in your arms, "It's nice to meet you little miss, and," he then turned his head to you and held his hand out, "It's nice to meet you as well Mrs. Presley"

You laughed softly at the title and politely urged him to just call you by your first name.

The night went on like that, now and then a new important man would shuffle his way into the circle of girls that surrounded Elvis and the two of you would do introductions, eventually, Elvis had offered to hold Charlotte for you, and as he picked her up he smiled at her saying, "There's my little girl", making those big fish eyes that often entertained the little girl.

The women that surrounded him would coo at how sweet of a father he seemed to be. You only watched with an unimpressed look as one of the girls chimed in,

"She's blonde? I thought you said under that mop of shoe polish dyed hair was a light brown color, or are you just trying to fool me, Mr. Presley?"

The girl giggled and obnoxiously leaned her head against Elvis' shoulder and made a playful face at your daughter as she did so, clearly infatuated by the adorable baby, but not as much as she was with the man who had fathered the baby.

Elvis laughed softly at her jest, and responded simply,

"Well Hon, it's true that I have light brown hair now, but when I was a baby I had blond hair, it just turned brown as I got older, happens with a lotta babies"

The girl giggled once more and took an almost mournful sigh as she stared up at Elvis through her batting eyelashes (you were surprised she didn't fly away with how fast those things were flapping), and crawled her hand that rested on his chest a little higher as she spoke,

"I think I'd have to see that to believe it…"

Oh, brother.

You sighed softly at the ridiculousness of these girls, and the added ridiculousness of Elvis actually laughing and smiling along. He would get a little bit of nagging later. Thankfully you didn't have to stomach the situation too much longer as Charlotte began to cry. As Elvis tried to hush her and bounce her in his arms you smiled politely at the girls and made your way closer to Elvis.

As you took Charlotte from his arms you spoke softly,

"I think she's just a bit tired Elvis, I'll calm her in the car for a bit"

Elvis mumbled a soft 'Alright Hon', and caressed Charlotte's cheek gently with his index finger before leaning your way to kiss you. But, feeling as annoyed as you felt now, at the last second you'd turned your head, his lips landing on your cheek rather than your lips, his original target.

But he couldn't say anything as you'd already begun to walk off.

As soon as you slid into the backseat of the car, the driver asked where Elvis was. You explained that you and the little one were just resting up for a bit and that you weren't sure when Elvis would be through. Charlotte had calmed down and quite quickly fell asleep in your arms, the closing of her pretty little eyelids had marked the end of the party for you. You wouldn't leave your baby to sleep in the car alone, and you wouldn't force her to be awake for the rest of the party.

You didn't mind though as you felt all partied out yourself. As much as you hated to admit it, you don't think you ever could get used to seeing Elvis surrounded by girls and entertaining girls the way he'd been since his launch to fame.

You didn't think it was unfair of you to feel this way. It wasn't as if this was something planned when the two of you got together a few years ago. It was only recently that you'd had to start enduring Elvis Presley, the rock and roll heartthrob, and not just Elvis, the dorky boy who drove a truck and had a hard time putting together a neighborhood team to play football with him.

You closed your eyes with a sigh, resting a gentle hand upon your daughter's hair. You leaned your head against the car window, it was cold as the nights were beginning to have a little chill to them. The seasons were changing, and with them, so was Elvis.

Oh well, such is life.

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"…Just to the hotel Frank…"

You hummed softly at the familiar voice, pressing your head impossibly closer to the window as you tried to adjust to a more comfortable position. Just as you had settled comfortably back into the window a warm weight in the form of a hand pulled your head elsewhere. You were too tired to care, so you let it, your head soon resting comfortably on familiar broad shoulders.

That voice spoke again, but it seemed that in your half-asleep state, his voice kept coming in and out.

"…took me awhile, but… sorry… gotta entertain the fans…"

You felt annoyed by the voice interrupting your slumber, but you tried your best to ignore it after letting out a disgruntled hum.

It felt as though only a minute had passed since you'd gotten peace again before you heard that familiar voice, your husband's voice, whisper as his hand gently kneaded your shoulder, only now it was coming from the other side.

As you opened your eyes you saw the soft lighting of the hotel's sign lights spilling into the open door of the car along with Elvis' figure outside the car. Now it seemed he was holding a sleeping Charlotte in one arm as his hand tried to soothe you awake.

"C'mon Honey, we gotta get some sleep 'fore the flight"

You hummed softly and after mumbling a 'thank you' to your driver you got out of the car with the help of Elvis' steadying hand which naturally shifted to your hip after you were standing upright.

Elvis unlocked the room and kissed your cheek, mumbling something about the baby and Roberta, you were too busy on a mission to get out of this uncomfortable dress and still miffed at him, to care to process what he was saying. Your mission was to get to the bathroom to get ready for bed, as you made your way there you stopped by your suitcase to grab a short silk nightgown and your robe.

As soon as you stepped into the hotel's bathroom, and Elvis disappeared off to who knows where you could finally let out a breath. You were exhausted but you couldn't go to sleep just yet in your state. You tiredly shuffled over to the sink and began to take apart your pretty party appearance piece by piece. The hair clips that tugged at your scalp now rested on the sink, and the makeup that caked your face now caked a rag.

You struggled to reach the zipper of your dress, and for a moment your body went limp and you debated just going to bed in it. With your head hung tiredly and your eyes closed, you could've fallen asleep standing there had a set of familiar hands not graced your bare shoulders. Elvis' voice close to your ear as he asked through a smirk,

"Ya need help?"

You opened your eyes and looked at him through the mirror, you finally got a good look at him, his hair had been fussed with, could've been from him carding his hands through it throughout the night, or from one of those girls carding their hands through it. You nodded with a sigh, upset with him, but definitely in need of assistance.

As his rough fingers glided along your bare back before working at the zipper, Elvis' lips quickly fell to your neck, placing soft little pecks along the skin. You stared at him through the mirror blankly, and shook your head as you mumbled,

"Not tonight Elvis, I'm too tired…"

He hummed softly as the sound of the undoing of the zipper and the feeling of the dress loosening around your body filled your tired senses.

"Who says ya gotta put in effort Honey? I can handle ya the way I always do,"

You felt his lips curl into a smile against your skin as he murmured,

"I know how ya like it when you're tired…"

You sighed and tried pulling your neck away but his lips followed, and his hands began to explore you thoroughly as the only thing holding that dress on your body was his pressed so close against yours. You quickly stepped to the side, leaving him to shuffle forward as you were no longer there for him to lean his body against.

You kept a hand on your dress to hold it up on your body as he watched with furrowed brows.

"Elvis, I'm not in the mood for it tonight alright? We have a flight in a few hours, I want to get some sleep."

"Baby-"

Elvis reached his hand out to you but you took a step back and shook your head, a firm, "No, Elvis." leaving your lips as you walked to where you placed your nightwear with a hand still holding up your dress. Just as you began to head for the closed bathroom door he followed and asked,

"What's wrong Hon? W-what did I do to ya?"

His voice got louder as the confusion he felt was beginning to get him worked up,

"Seriously Baby, I took ya out to this nice party or fuckin' soirée or whatever pretentious bullshit you called it and this is the thanks I get?!"

You shoved him by the chest as you whisper-yelled, "You're gonna wake the baby..!"

Elvis scoffed as he took a step closer to you, practically caging you against the bathroom's door, his teeth were grit as he stared at you incredulously,

"You've been in a bad mood with me all night, seems like ya haven't even been listening… I told ya I was puttin' her with Roberta tonight! You would know if ya didn't have a stick shoved so far up your ass."

You stared up at him, feeling a pang of hurt at his words. He continued,

"Actin' like you're too good to talk to any of the fans. Spendin' all ya time schmoozin' with the rich old hags who don't give a rat's ass about me or my music"

You abruptly yelled back at him, staring daggers up at him through your teary eyes,

"That's why I was with those women Elvis! Because when I'm hanging out with them I don't gotta watch as they make goo-goo eyes at my fucking husband! I don't need to watch them paw and grab at the father of my child!!"

Elvis shook his head with a scoff and looked away from you, still keeping his hands pressed against the door, caging you in one spot. He mumbled something along the lines of "naggin' me like a jealous old wife…", a term that had only become a thing said in your arguments since Elvis' rise to fame.

You cupped his cheeks in your hand and pulled him to look at you, your voice shook as you affirmed,

"That's cause I am a jealous old wife Elvis… And had I known I would've turned out this way when I married you a few years ago… I…"

Your voice had dissipated before you could finish your sentence. You stared down at the tiled floor of the bathroom. Elvis was still wearing his shoes, whereas yours had been off the moment you stepped into the room. You could see the creases in the shoe of the foot that he was tapping nervously, and you could see the way your toes scrunched tensely.

The bathroom was quiet, and Elvis' voice which was once full of defense was now softened as he spoke quietly,

"Now, ya don't mean that Baby. You're just tired is all…"

He looked down at his shoes nervously and then at himself through the mirror on the other side of the bathroom. His hands that once caged you in landed ever so gently on your arms, his words came out through nervous stutters,

"You were right, we-we gotta catch a-a flight. Better head to bed,"

There he goes. When things get just a little too real, when the words are just a little too honest, and when reality is a little too close to crashing into the both of you, he expertly redirects it all for another time. Wanting to keep his schoolboy fantasy of having a little family of his own intact.

The little fantasy that he would whisper in your ear late at night in high school as the two of you squeezed into his twin-size bed, knowing if he talked at a normal volume the very thin walls of his house would give way to his voice waking his parents in the small room on the other side of the wall.

The little fantasy that he assured your Daddy would come to fruition if he got your parent's blessing. And it seemed so as you soon gave birth to sweet Charlotte, but just months after she was born you saw the first few strands of that fantasy being shot to hell as Elvis' talent had started being recognized.

And though it had only been maybe a year or two since then, you felt as though the boy you married straight out of high school was becoming a man you didn't recognize. And while you could keep the fantasy with Elvis going when the two of you were alone such as during the time you spent getting ready with him, it all crumbled bit by bit as his love affair with the fans and the public would disrupt his love affair with his wife. And he would let it.

So, I meant it when I said it was supposed to be a drabble, less than 100 words, short and sweet, as requested by a lovely anon. Don't know what happened...

[amaratas]

October 1st: Handjobs

PROMPT: Handjobs

PAIRING(S): Sherlock Holmes x AFAB!Reader

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Porn w/o plot, smut, handjob, Dom!Reader/Sub!Sherlock, ends in unprotected sex and creampie

TAGLIST: None yet

A/N: Posting a lot of my Kinktober stuff early so I can get them all done on time 😮‍💨

It was sinful, the way his body shuddered beneath your touch, fingers lingering on a well-groomed happy trail, threatening to slip under the waistband of his silk pajama bottoms. He tensed, even still, at the sudden contact of your hand on his lower abdomen. He quickly recovered his composure, and you watched as his adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed thickly, giving you an icy side eye before returning his gaze to the bright white light of his laptop screen. "I'm working."

"You're researching tobacco ash," You pointed out, slowly inching your fingers beneath the elastic of his trousers, "It's like you're purposefully avoiding me, by the way, don't think I haven't noticed." He hummed under his breath, typing something up. You slipped your hand beneath, realizing quickly that he'd forgone undergarments today, a coy smile playing at your lips as you felt him spring to life, his breath hitching as you moved to wrap your hand around his slowly hardening member-- and then he grabbed your wrist, looking down at you.

"Minx." He stated, his face inching closer to yours. "You're bored. Why are you bored at three in the morning?"

"Why are you not in bed at three in the morning?" You shot back, capturing his lips in a kiss. His grip relaxed on your hand, his eyes squeezing shut as you stroked him softly. He let out a breathy moan into your mouth, tensing under your touch. "I haven't seen you in days."

He turned to look at you as your grip on his cock tightened gently, stroking him and biting your lip as his hips jerked slightly in response to your touch, "I was working." He hissed lowly, thrusting upwards.

You smirked, pulling him into a kiss, your thumb swiping over the swollen, red tip of his member, collecting the beading precum and using it to lubricate your ministrations. "Easy," You warned playfully, the fingers on your free hand digging into his hip, keeping his in place. "Stop chasing, or I'll stop." The look he shot you was bratty to say the very least.

You smirked, pulling him into a kiss, your thumb swiping over the swollen, red tip of his member, collecting the beading precum and using it to lubricate your ministrations. "Easy," You warned playfully, the fingers on your free hand digging into his hip, keeping his in place. "Stop chasing, or I'll stop." The look he shot you was bratty to say the very least, and you relaxed your hand. "Do you want me to stop?" Watching him submit to you was always a sight to behold. His nostrils flaring, muscles rippling as he tensed, trying to stay still, your nimble fingers curled around the base of his cock, doing nothing and it always drove him insane. He shook his head, and you kissed his cheek, softly trailing your lips to below his ear. "Not good enough. Use your words."

"No. Don't-" You raise a brow, removing your hand. "-stop." Without a word, you abruptly pulled out his chair, pulling down on the waistband of his slacks to free him further. You tentatively wrapped your nimble fingers around his length, gathering your saliva and spitting on the cockhead.

"You're sensitive tonight," You murmured to him sweetly, teasing the tip lightly with your thumb, his hips jerking in response. His blue-green eyes screwed shut, fingers gripping the sides of the chair as you rolled your hand and fisted his cock. With your free hand, you opened that one desk drawer and grabbed the lube from it, squirting a generous amount onto him, twisting your hand gently.

You watched as his face twitched, always a sucker for the soft moans. His hand shot out to grab the supple flesh of your shoulder, cock twitching and pulsing under your touch. You increased your pace, biting your bottom lip. Your thighs squeezed together, desperate for friction. The groans escaping his throat were torture for you, your breathing heavy as you gripped him harder, stroking him faster. "So close- so, so close-"

"You've been so good for me," You muttered to him, "Letting me make you feel so good," You looked up at him through hooded eyes and thick lashes, slowing down your movements, "Where do you want to? I'll let you choose."

"Inside... inside, please," He practically whined. You laughed, light and melodic, your fingers wrapping around the elastic of your panties and pulling them off from under your night dress, moving to stand and straddle him, keeping a firm hold and teasing his cockhead between the lips of your dripping pussy. He jerked forward, gripping one armrest and wrapping the other arm around your waist, burying his face in the nape of your neck with a loud groan as you slowly began to sink down on his aching cock.

He was spurting inside of you before you had a chance to fully take him in to the hilt. You hummed in pleasure, relishing in the feeling of it; the power you had over him, the feeling of his hot spend filling your cunt as you slowly took him in all the way, walls clenching around him and milking him for all he had. You moaned softly as he thrusted his hips up into you, riding out his high, his loud moans muffled by the skin of your shoulder. He bit down into the soft flesh, enough to mark, enough to bruise, not enough to break the skin. You carded your fingers through his thick black curls, waiting for him to still beneath you before you grabbed hold of those same curls, firmly yanking his head back to look you in the eyes. Lovingly and breathlessly as you continued to move your hips, you pulled him into a bruising kiss, leaning your forehead against his, crooning to him,

"Good boy."

[hanasnx]

Kinktober: House of Amateurs - S1E1

MINORS DNI 18+

SUMMARY: october 1st | sunday kinks: breeding kink WC: 1k | CHARACTERS: anakin skywalker x f!reader WARNINGS: f!reader | dom!anakin | pnp | coitus | kinks: breeding, myophilia, size, degradation | impact play: marking, biting, spanking | mentioned: pregnancy, lactation, titjob | doggy style | unprotected sex | mommy issues | body image: “fat tits.” | no y/n

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“Don’t you wanna fill me up?” Your persuading words had no sooner left your lips than Anakin stands at attention. That intense and addicting gaze lands on you, shooting lightning down your spine. A motion so quick you jump in response, knowing exactly what’s in store for you now that you’ve made your desires clear. Out of pure habit, you retreat, giving him a thrilling chase towards the living room, pushing through the kitchen door.

“Don’t hide from me, baby, I can fucking smell you.” That booming voice calls out to you, a shriek of delight emitting from your throat in reply. You whirl around at the sound of the door slamming against the wall when he stormed through it. “You want me? You’ll get me. All of me.” Your movements slow, backing up as he hunts you down. Tall, intimidating, and scowling… Anakin Skywalker paralyzes you. Hypnotized by his figure and how it stalks towards you, the backs of your knees bump the armrest of the couch. Out of habit, you glance over your shoulder to visualize what’s behind you, when a large hand shoves at your chest. You fall until your back collides with the cushions, wide eyes searching his for an ounce of regret. There is none. As he crawls on top of you, strong hands grip the undersides of your thighs, slotting in between them. “Where’s that sharp tongue now?” he taunts, “Are you afraid?”

“No,” you answer, allowing him to do as he pleases with your body.

“Do you know what I’m going to do to you?” The warmth of his crotch nears, sunning your loosened hole. You’d been hopelessly horny all day. Hard, and long, the familiar outline of his length presses against your folds through the fabric of your pajama shorts.

You shake your head to his question.

That talented tongue moistens his plump lips, refusing to break your eye contact as he dips his head down to place heated open-mouthed kisses against your chest. Trailing them down to your freed tits, palming them to mold a crevice in which he fits his face into. Sharp teeth sink into the flesh, no doubt leaving a print. The sting causes your yelp, jerking your head away.

“Fucking look at me.” Anakin demands, grip tightening onto the fat of your chest, pinching your perked buds between his thumbs and indexes. Pain teaches you, and you obey him. “I’m gonna fill you up, like you asked.”

“Fuck, baby, you ovulating? You’re moaning like a fucking pornstar.” Anakin muses, big hand spanking your ass hard enough to leave a mark. That hand remains grasping onto your cheek, directing your movements as you bounce on his thick cock. On all fours in front of him, it amplifies how deep he can go, and you’re swallowing him up so well you feel every ridge of his veins. Leisurely, he thrusts into you, leaning back onto his haunches. “Better be quiet, don’t want the girls to walk in, huh?” To force more noise out of your gaping jaw, he increases his pace, gripping onto your torso to yank you into him. As expected, you scream, burying your face into the cushions to muffle yourself. “Yeah, makes sense. You want me all to yourself, don’t want the others to come take me from you.” he tells you, “I’ll help you.”

He curls his body over you, his hot skin against your arched back as he humps into your squelching hole. Palming the back of your head, he shoves you further into the pillow, the angle shifting to hit the spongy spot inside you. You’re louder than before, and it makes him laugh into your ear.

“Shut the fuck up, baby,” he warns, the playful manner of it starkly contrasted to how he’s been treating you up until this point. “at this rate they’ll figure out what all the commotion is about.”

You can only moan, your body liquefying, flexible to his whims as he uses it to chase down his own high.

“I know why you got me alone.” he confesses, his whispers sending— impossibly— more tingles straight to the fire between your legs. It dampens you, aiding his endeavoring in fucking your hole until it gives out. The pressure on your neck aches, and you recycle your own breath, dizzy. “Knew I could fucking smell it on you. You’re in heat.”

Without thinking, you whine and nod your head.

He keeps talking. “You need a baby, and you need me to give one to you, right?”

Mindlessly, you agree.

“That’s what I fucking thought. Stopped complaining as soon as I got inside.”

His cruel words pierce you in the most pleasurable ways.

“Want me to shoot a load in you, knock you up. Want me to put you out on the streets when I’m done with you?”

That warrants a response, protesting him immediately, “No!”

Another breathless chuckle washes over you, picking himself up to scrape his nails along your torso, admiring the view of your perfect ass rocking on his cock. “Was checking to see if you were listening.”

You whimper, embarrassed without reasonable cause. Now that he’s released the back of your head, you turn it, gasping for fresh air, cold on your tongue.

“Fuck, your tits are already fat. They’re gonna get even bigger. You’ll let me milk ‘em, right? If I put a baby in you, means I get to suck on your tits all I want. You’re such a whore for me you’ll let me.”

Your brain can’t form coherent responses, your trap permanently hangs open, allowing any noise to pass through it from the pit of your stomach. That familiar coil tightening to an uncomfortable degree with each dirty phrase he spits at you.

“If you’re this well-behaved, I might fuck your milky tits. Watch it spray out your cute nipples. Fuck, that’d be cute. Get all messy from my cock in between ‘em.”

“Anakin!”

“Yeah, yeah, you want me to breed you, I get it. Can’t stop thinking about what you’ll look like, all plump and swollen from my cum. See how big your belly gets, thinking it’s my kid in there and no one else’s. My cum did that. My cock in you right now is doing that…”

[shadowkoo]

Bad For You - Teaser

→ Summary: Jungkook wants what he can’t have and it’s driving him nuts. He’s never thought of Natasha more than Namjoon’s annoying little sister, but that’s all changed now that she's returned from university. Especially now that she plan to stay at his apartment until further notice. Having Tasha around takes his mind off the importance of this season, something he cannot have happen since last season ended so badly. A distraction like her might either become the biggest mistake of his life, or perhaps the best one.

Natasha know better than to sleep with the up-and-coming, all-star, fan-favorite hockey forward for the Denver Dragons. And it’s not because he’s just as much a player off the ice as he is on it. More importantly, he’s her brother’s teammate, best friend, and the guy whose place she's crashing at. He’s been off-limits since the day she met him, but it didn’t stop her then, and it sure as fuck isn’t going to stop her now…

↠ jungkook x o.c. | dual 1st person pov | 224 words | 18+ ↠ genre: smut, hockey au, professional athlete au, brother’s best friend au, forced proximity, age gap, forbidden relationship

→ Teaser Warnings: Jungkook is hot and bothered, and takes a steamy shower where he masturbates to past memories 😏

→ Official Teaser for Bad For You, Fic 1/7 of the All About You series

Jungkook

I undress and turn on the hot water, letting it fall onto my chest as my head falls back. I have one hand extended out to the wall, which I lean on for support. The other trails down my body, down toward my throbbing dick.

It won’t take me long to get off. Not when I'm so worked up.

I rub my thumb over my tip a few times before starting to pump my length.

Thoughts of Natasha cloud my mind. Like how she tasted that night. Like how she panted in my ear and begged for more.

My hand moves faster and I grit his teeth.

So maybe I lied. Maybe it wasn’t only a kiss. Maybe my fingers were also deep inside Tasha's tight little pussy.

The memory alone sends me over the edge. The grip around my thick member tightens, and I toss his head back as my load shoots into the drain below me.

Masturbating to the thought of my best friend's little sister isn’t a very proud moment in my life. It’s a shameful thing I'll hardly admit to doing more than once, even if that’s not the truth.

I breathe deep and closes my eyes. I'm fucked for sure. Natasha's not even back in my life yet and I'm already losing control. How on earth am I going to survive?

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[moonlight-prose]

For your Sinful Soiree, could I possibly request "you're hot when you talk back" from the 1st prompt list, with Joel Miller (because I'm a basic bitch) but maybe with the reader saying it to Joel? ♥️

MORE AND MORE

a/n: i really went off with this one babes. it was supposed to be filthy and short, but i somehow turned it into a fic about being loved entirely and loving each part of a person. i still made it filthy because you can't have smut without angst. right? i hope you enjoy it!

summary: "he wanted to know every part of you, everything you kept hidden for fear of it being rejected. and you let him."

word count: 1.1k+

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, oral (m receiving), mentions of violence, angst, cumplay/cumeating, spit play sort of, joel being cocky, the kinkiness of loving someone's dark parts.

He snapped in the middle of the bar. His hands curling into fists, eyes blazing with a fire that usually came as he held his rifle, the barrel pointed at imminent danger. It burned in his chest, spreading to the very tips of his fingers. Until his vision flared red and he could taste copper in the back of his throat.

It was a fire that only came when he had to protect what he loved—what he couldn’t lose. You’d grown to know it well. Falling in love with the hidden craving he tried to hide beneath the surface—the darkness that lurked beneath.

Except this time the danger came in the form of a man. Drunk and stupid, but still brave enough to challenge the man who could easily take him down. The man who was five seconds away from letting his fist fly through the air until blood stained his skin. But that was the thing about the two of you. When it came to situations like this, you would have let him.

One glance at Tommy standing on the sidelines let Joel know there was no place for violence in the bar. And the snowfall outside was too much of a hindrance to take the fight somewhere else. So Joel snapped. Told the man to shove his comments up his drunken ass or Joel would help him sober up. The gleam in his eyes and the lilt of his tone was all that the other man needed to back off and sulk in the corner.

Giving you a chance to drag Joel home. 

Per the request of Tommy.

Although if you were being honest with yourself, (which you hardly were at a time like this) you dragged Joel home for a different reason altogether. The same reason that you were now willingly scraping your knees on the shitty rug beside your bed. Joel’s voice a breathy rumble of praises and half mumbled comments about how gorgeous you were.

His fingers dug into the back of your neck, cheeks flushed a beautiful shade of red, and eyes fixed on the sight of your lips spread around his cock.

“What…ah, fuck sugar your mouth is heaven.” You felt the urge to grin overcome you, but chose instead to press your tongue against the vein that ran on the underside of his cock. “What brought this on?”

Spit trailed down your chin as you raised your head—knowing for certain that you looked like an utter mess. But that didn’t stop him from running his thumb across your bottom lip. Spreading the mixture of your spit and his precum along your cheek—watching in rapture as it shone against your skin.

You shrugged, a grin playing at the corner of your lips. You knew he had an idea about it five seconds into his pants being pulled down. He just needed confirmation that it was true. Your refusal to look at him did just that—causing his own lips to pull into a smirk. A sight that had you pressing your thighs together desperate for some friction.

“So that did it for you huh?”

The cockiness in his demeanor nearly undid you. Heat spread through your cheeks and down to your chest as he continued to watch you. Peeling back another layer in your psyche and yanking it forward before it had time to sink into the darkness. He wanted to know every part of you, everything you kept hidden for fear of it being rejected.

And you let him. Because deep down you knew he wouldn’t turn it away. He’d cherish them, allow them to thrive in his presence. Just as you did with the darkness he hid away from the rest of the world.

Glancing up, you caught the sincere glimmer in his brown eyes. A look that had you melting into his touch, practically preening as he continued to make a mess against your cheek.

“You’re hot when you talk back,” you said softly, as if you were nervous.

He merely smiled, his tongue peeking out to slide against his bottom lip. “You like when I’m like that?”

He didn’t say it explicitly, but you knew what he meant. When he lost his cool, letting a little bit of the Joel that existed before you seep in. The Joel he continued to hide. You wanted to explain that you loved him regardless; you wanted him every way he would give himself to you. But words wouldn’t do your feelings justice anyway.

“I love all of you,” you breathed, leaning into his touch, your hand stroking him slowly—keeping him hurtling towards a release he tried to stave off.

It’s when your lips wrapped around his cock again, pushing yourself until he reached the back of your throat, where you proceeded to swallow, that his words fell free. He moaned, his hand trying not to keep you right there, but failing the second you cupped his balls. A stream of you’re perfect and I love you and I'd do anything to keep you safe fell from his lips, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head.

“Fuck you’re gonna make me cum,” he spit, his other hand gripping the sheets so tightly you were sure they would rip any second. So you slid your hand into his, letting him press your palm into the mattress as he would when he was thrusting into you.

You moaned when he thrusted into your mouth, the spurt of precum spreading on your tongue. And that did him in. He came with a hoarse cry of your name, his head falling forward and body crumpling in on himself. You wanted to burn the image of him like this into your mind. So you could see it every time you closed your eyes. But you settled for keeping him this way until he could no longer take the hot wet feel of your mouth, the divine caress of your tongue.

“Sugar I’m gonna—fuck,” he gasped, pulling you off him and watching whatever you couldn’t catch in your mouth drip down your throat. “You tryna kill me?”

A smile crossed your lips as you got up with a slight wince, crawling into his lap. “I wasn’t done yet.” You pressed your finger to his bottom lip, pulling at it lightly. “I wanted all of you in my mouth.

“Shit,” he breathed, his thumb gathering the pearly cum that still streaked down your throat, dragging it up to your mouth. “Well then open wide baby. And then it’s my turn.”

[echoalyssa]

First Heat | Brett Talbot

Warnings: Unprotected sexual Intercourse and crude language. Please do not interact if you are under 18. Alpha Brett x 1st person Reader

Brett can’t think straight. Every single part of his body felt like it was on fire, crawling with need. It’s under his skin, an itch that can never actually be itched. A thin sheen of sweat covers his forehead, and he pants, feeling all too hot considering it’s the middle of an autumn night.

Scott had wanted to lock him up. To prevent him from coming in contact with anyone, even if they were inside the pack. Brett had been an alpha for less than a few weeks, which was adjustment enough. Scott had not wanted to fill Brett in on why he should be locked away, but the message could be found in all of Scott’s anxious whispering.              Brett would go into heat. And the only way to relieve it…

Scott hadn’t been successful in locking up the new Alpha. He had gone missing just before Scott could get to him, his heat beginning earlier than expected. 

Brett isn’t entirely sure where he’s going. He just knows that he can’t stop himself. He passes house after house, looking for something but his brain is too foggy to tell him where he’s going. He groans softly as the minutes pass, growing more desperate than he had been previously.

He rounds a corner, almost smacking into a streetlamp because he’s so distracted. And then he sees the house and he can’t enter the house fast enough.

~~~

The music is cranked up high, almost too high. It’s just warm enough in the house that I can wear only a thin oversized t-shirt and a thin black thong. Considering the season, I can’t complain. I’m attempting to rearrange my bookshelves, which had seemed like a much easier task before I had begun. It has to be at least two hundred and fifty books, separated into piles on the floor and my desk.

I pull another stack of books from the shelf, wandering past piles to determine where the books in my arms should be sorted. As much work as it was, I could probably do it forever. Something about the smell and feel of the books was comforting.

My music stops playing, and I turn around to reach for my phone. I stop short, a scream halfway up my throat. Brett is standing in the doorway to my bedroom, his knuckles are white as he grips the frame of my door. He stares at me, eyes glazed slightly but flared red. His eyes roam up and down my body. His chest heaves with his breath as he slowly sidles closer to me.

Something is wrong. I can feel it.

“Brett?” I ask, “What are you doing here?” 

He doesn’t respond. He instead circles me, his eyes catch on the hem of my t-shirt, hitting at the tops of my thighs. This wasn’t the Brett I knew. There had to be a reason that my Alpha had entered my house in the middle of the night unbeknownst to me. 

His eyelids flutter when I look at him and I can see something there. Something wild and animalistic. He moves towards me again, so close now that I can feel his body heat radiating from him. The tips of Brett’s fingers touch my wrist, and he gives me a saccharine smile. My Alpha trails his fingers up my arm, continuing until he wraps them around the column of my throat. His thumb strokes the pulse point there.

Brett dips his head to the notch of my throat and inhales slowly, his body shivering in reaction. It hits me then. I knew exactly why he was acting like this. Brett was experiencing his first heat as an Alpha. The heats that Alpha’s experienced were more extreme, they lasted longer. He would be insatiable for the next week.

I swallow hard. “Brett.”

It’s useless, I knew. I knew that he was past reasoning. 

He’s kissing up my jaw now, his other hand coming up to snake around my body and pull me flush to him. “You smell so good.” His voice is a breath-y moan.

It’s as if a switch is flipped because he had been holding back before. Something in my scent had pushed him over the edge. He brings his hand up, wrapping his fingers around my jaw to get me to look up at him. “I won’t be able to stop.” He warns.

I suck in a breath and look into his eyes, searching for a trace of him behind his unrivaled desire. Brett is my Alpha, but he was also my friend, and his heat would be excruciating if he wasn’t able to relieve himself.

I tilt my head up to meet him, and that is all he needs. He surges forward, grabbing my face to press our lips together. The world stills for a second and all I can think about is him and this fortuitous happening that had gotten us here. 

The kiss is open-mouthed and desperate. His hands are everywhere, not able to touch enough of me fast enough. He walks us both backwards until the backs of my knees hit the mattress. In between his kisses I catch sight of his claws, starting to peek out as he fights his shift.

He uses the tips of his fingers to slice the thin strap of my thong and it falls to my ankles. His hands press up under my shirt and he grabs a handful of me under the shirt. I gasp, my back arching off the bed and into him. Something primal and old in me just wants me to give myself over completely to him. He’s rutting against me and the more that he does the more my legs fall open for him.

“Please, Brett.”

That’s all the convincing he needs. Brett growls low in his throat and then pulls away to shove his shorts and boxers down his legs. He’s back on me in a second. I don’t even have time to take in his size before I feel the head of him press against my entrance.

He presses his lips to mine and with one fluid stroke of his hips… he takes me. I gasp, nails fighting for purchase on his back in response to the sheer length of Brett Talbot.

“Fuck. Fuck.”

The pace he starts is brutal. He pulls one of my legs over his shoulder, turning his head to kiss at the inside of my calf. All I can do is hold on to him and stare at where are bodies are connected.

His abs flex with each thrust and he’s chewing on his lip, staring down at me with a certain expression that I can’t quite place.

“Been thinking… thinking about you for…”

He rips out of me suddenly and I whine at the loss of contact. In a flash he’s flipped me around so that I am on my stomach. Brett wraps and arm around my hips to hold me in place while his other hand pulls my ass cheeks apart so that he can get a better view of him entering me again.

I cry out for the second time, fisting the sheets underneath me.

“So deep!”

“Look so fucking pretty like this baby. S-stay right there.” He whispers it against the shell of my ear, and it makes my breath catch.

With one hand on the back of my neck he presses me into the mattress, angling me so that the angle is to his liking. Then, once again he resumes his brutal pace. I can feel the threshold of pleasure drawing closer. It trails up my spine, just out of reach.

“Please, Brett!”

He snakes a hand around the curve of my hip, and it trails down down down until it hits that sensitive spot. I stifle a sob into the comforter below me.

I’m close. I’m so close. 

“You can do it baby. Make me proud. Come on baby, cum for me.”

I scream, my fingernails clutching at the sheets below me. My core is pulsing around him, over and over as I gasp for breath. He tucks himself against my back, still working me through my orgasm with his thumb and brutal pace. The following moans that slip from my mouth are sinful. I couldn’t remember the last time I had cum this hard, let alone at the hands of a man.

Brett doesn’t even wait for the shaking to subside. He removes his fingers from between my legs and grabs a fistful of my hair at the scalp. He tugs my head up, working my body into just the right position. 

The tidal wave of pleasure is flying back to me already. The room is filled with the sound of skin on skin as he works towards his own release. He drops his head to mine to start whispering those filthy little words again and that is all it takes for me to reach ecstasy for the second time. It knocks me silent, and I arch off the bed. My eyes roll back into my head and all I can say is his name over and over again like a prayer.

Brett is close behind me, managing to drill into that sacred spot deep inside me before his hips stutter and the most guttural noise leaves his mouth. He holds my hips firm against his and presses close to me, ensuring that every inch of him is sheathed in me. I can feel the thick ropes of him release into me, so much that I knew the sheets would be utterly ruined.

Brett lands a slap on my ass as he shudders again, his release drawn out more than he is used to. It takes time for me to float back to reality after two of the strongest orgasms of my life. My thoughts are jumbled, floating just far away enough that I can’t reach them. All I know is the Alpha still buried balls deep inside me from behind.

“I’m… stuck.”

That draws me back somewhat and I peer over my shoulder at him, watching him stare down at where we are connected.

“What do you mean?”

“I…” He moves to draw his hips back and I hiss at the sudden sharp tug. “I knotted you…”

I wrack my brain, trying to decipher his words. Vaguely I remember Scott mentioning that an Alpha would knot his mate to ensure offspring.

I force down the rising panic that is climbing my throat. “For how long?”

“I-I don’t know. This has never happened to me before.”

I nod and take a breath to calm myself. It would be fine. I was on birth control, and I didn’t mind Brett keeping me full. It was fine. I can feel sleep trying to pull me under, so I let my body relax.

Brett lays draped over my back, his mouth pressing lazy kisses to my shoulder blades as he waits for the swelling to go down. He tests the connection every couple of minutes, drawing a gasp from me each time. I can tell that his release has cleared his head slightly but the longer he has to recover, the less lucid he becomes. 

I’m perfectly sated and spent, feeling as if I could sleep for the foreseeable future. However, this was a week-long event. When the swelling finally does go away, he slips out of me slowly. Brett licks a line up my body and when he clears my clavicle, he’s ready to go again. Those red eyes peering at me with lust already.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Eternity » Bucky Barnes (AU)

October 1st

Pairings: Vampire/Husband!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader

Summary: Bucky decides to turn his wife into a vampire so they can live for eternity.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, brief mention of alcohol, blood, kissing, fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink, breeding kink, pet names (doll, babydoll)

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

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You walked through yours and your husband’s big mansion in search of your husband. You stood in the doorway of the dimly living room to see him sitting in a chair in front of the fire place with a glass of whiskey in his hand.

“I know you’re there.” Bucky says without turning around and looking.

You approached him and stood in front of him.

“Take a seat, my lovely doll.” He says, gesturing to his lap.

You sat on his lap, straddling him. Bucky took in the sight of you. You were wearing a red silk nightgown.

“Have I ever told you how absolutely beautiful you look in red?” He asks, playing with the hem of your nightgown.

“Millions of times.” You giggled.

“Let me tell you a million more then.” He says.

One of Bucky’s hands cupped your cheek, placing his lips on yours and kissed you passionately. You moaned at the slight taste of blood on his lips. You moved your hips against his. Bucky placed his other hand on your hip, helping you move against him.

“Why don’t you be a good girl and take this pretty little thing off.” He says.

You got off of his lap. You slid the straps off of your shoulders, letting the material fall off of your body and pool around your feet. You stepped out of it and straddled his lap again. Bucky’s hands wandered your body. One of his hands snaked in between your legs to your wet pussy. He rubbed his fingers between your wet folds and rubbed your clit in circles.

“Mmm James.” You moaned, tilting your head back.

Bucky took the opportunity to kiss along your shoulder stopping on your neck. His fangs came out, lightly grazing your skin causing you to gasp and send a tingling feeling through your body.

“Tell me what you want, babydoll.” He says.

“Your fingers please.” You say.

You gasped when Bucky slid his middle and ring fingers inside of you. His fingers moved in and out of you at decently fast pace while his thumb rubbed your clit in circles. You clutched his white button up dress shirt in your hands.

“Fuck! Faster please!” You whimpered.

Bucky didn’t need to be told twice. He took your pleasure seriously. He moved his fingers faster.

“Fuck yes!” You moaned.

You grinded yourself on his fingers. His fingers hit that one spot inside of you making your jaw drop and moan loudly

“Oh my god! Fuck, James! Right there!” You moaned.

Your moans echoed through the room. Bucky rubbed your clit faster. You felt your lower abdomen tighten. Your orgasm was coming so fast that it felt like a tidal wave was about to come crashing down on you.

“I’m- oh fuck! I’m gonna cum!” You moaned.

“Cum for me, my sweet doll.” He says.

You moaned his name loudly as you came on his fingers, leaving you a panting mess. You whined when he took his fingers out of you to lick your juices off of his fingers.

“Patience, babydoll. You’ll get what you want.” He lightly chuckles.

Bucky stood up from the chair with you in his arms, laying you on the fuzzy rug in front of the fireplace. He striped himself from his clothes. You licked your lips when you seen his hard cock, leaking with precum. Bucky leaned down, kissing you passionately. He blindly lined his cock up at your entrance, slowly sliding it inside of you, inch by inch making you moan against his lips. Bucky began thrusting at a slow and loving pace. His lips moved down to your neck, leaving kisses and hickeys behind.

“Fuck, I can’t never get enough of you, babydoll.” Bucky whispers in your ear.

You placed one hand on his back and the other on the back of his head, tugging at his hair making him moan at the feeling. You gasped when you felt his fangs gaze your neck making your heart beat faster.

“Want me to turn you, doll? Wanna live for eternity with me and have my babies?” He whispers against your neck.

“Yes!” You gasped. “I want to be yours forever and have your babies!” You moaned.

“Hold on to me and I’ll give you what you want, my sweet babydoll.” He says.

You whimpered at the feeling of Bucky’s fangs piercing your skin. You wrapped your legs around his waist and tightened your grip on him. You felt lightheaded for a few seconds and then you felt like you were on top of the world. Bucky pulled away from your neck with blood on his lips.

“How do you feel, doll?” Bucky asks, looking into your eyes.

“Amazing.” You moaned.

You cupped his stubbly cheek, bringing him down to your lips for a passionate kiss. You moaned at the taste of blood on his lips. That encouraged Bucky to increase his pace. His thrusts were fast and loving now. His hand snaked down to your clit and began rubbing it in circles.

“Oh my- fuck yes, James!” You moaned.

You moaned his name loudly when the tip of his cock hit your sweet spot. You threw your head back, moaning his name.

“Yes! Fuck!” You moaned.

You felt your lower stomach tighten. Your orgasm was coming closer and closer.

“James, I- fuck yes! I’m gonna cum!” You moaned.

“Cum for me, my sweet babydoll.” He says.

His name fell from your lips as you came. Bucky leaned his forehead against your shoulder. His orgasm was approaching him quickly.

“Gonna fill you up so you’ll have so many of my babies.” Bucky panted.

“Yes please! Give me your babies, James!” You moaned.

Bucky moaned your name as he came inside of you, his cum painting your walls. His thrusts came to a slow stop. He laid down on the floor next to you with his cock still inside of you. The two of you panted as you guys looked into each other’s eyes.

“How do you feel, doll?” Bucky asks softly, moving a piece of your hair out of your face.

“Amazing, knowing that I get to live forever with you and have your babies.” You smiled.

“I love you, babydoll.” He says, kissing you passionately.

“I love you too, James.” You say against his lips.

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-Bucky’s Doll