#i love to make his life harder than it needs be :)

[miupow]

투모로우바이투게더 一 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐗𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐌。

★ pairing。txt x fem!reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎g。⧼ 📖 ⧽ smut , pwp ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎cw。dom!txt , unprotected sex , creampie mentions , men whimpering and moaning 🙏 , praise kink , dirty talk , pet names/name calling (bitch is used in bg’s sorry) , breeding kink if you squint | to library。

notes from lia。inspired by a skz post i saw on my dash teehee >_< a little drabble thingie to help me get back into the swing of writing ! hope you enjoy~ <3

수빈 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍

while soobin is a yapper outside of bed, he’s relatively quiet in it— that being said, that doesn’t mean he isn’t noisy. cute little whines and whimpers spilling out from between his plush bunny lips, staccato moans that grow higher and higher in pitch the closer he gets to his orgasm. but god he’s anything but quiet when his climax overtakes him, his eyes rolling back in his head as he moans so deep and broken, a complete 180 from his falsetto hiccups from before >< he pants like a dog as he rides through it, hips stuttering and twitching like he can’t bare the thought of staying still. his big cock spills so much cum everywhere, thick and sticky, makes a complete mess wherever it lands (in your holes, on your face, on your tits, on his own hand and belly, etc..) immediately floods you with praise once he remembers how to speak again, he’s so sweet <3

“o-oh, fuck, bunny, i’m cumming—! t-take it all, that’s it, that’s a good girl…”

연준 𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐍

the prettiest porn star moans you’ll ever hear, pouty lips open in a perfect “o” <3 he gets so stupid on pussy he can’t even think straight, babbling complete nonsense cos he can’t keep his mouth shut to save his life !! his moans get so whiny and pathetic the closer he gets to his climax, his whimpers sounding almost like he’s crying as he’s chasing his orgasm <3 lets out one long, loud, shrill pretty whine when he cums, high pitched and needy, trailing off into broken little sobs as his hips keep thrusting like he’s trying to milk himself dry, he just can’t stop!! his face gets so pink when he cums too it’s so cute :( buries his face in ur neck to hide his embarrassment as he comes down from his high hehe huffing like he just ran a marathon

“oh god, baby, i’m gonna cum, ‘m gonna cum, i c-can’t— w-where do you want it? i-inside?! oh, fuuck…”

범규 𝐁𝐄𝐎𝐌𝐆𝐘𝐔

throws his head back and lets out a moan so deep and broken it almost counts as a howl, so animalistic as his body shakes with his release. his pretty adam’s apple bobbing up and down his veiny neck, sucking on it will only make him cum harder <3 gets so loud you’re always worried he’ll wake up the neighbors, but if anything that’s what beomgyu wants— he loves letting everyone know how good you make him feel, how hard you make him cum with your pretty body beneath or on top of him ! won’t stop yapping even when he’s in the middle of the throws of his orgasm, stuttering out in his gravely low voice broken, nearly nonsensical dirty talk as he struggles to gain control back over his body <3 mixing up praise and degradation and everything in between, he’s just so cute you can’t help but giggle

“fuck, fuck, fuck! ‘m gonna cum, don’t fucking stop, shit—! fuck yes, take it, take this cum, that’s my girl, that’s my bitch!”

태현 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍

loses all composure once his climax starts creeping up on him, suddenly all he can think about is how badly he needs to cum!! he’s always so focused on your pleasure over his own, but once his orgasm is close he becomes nothing more than an animal !! huffing and puffing like he’s in the middle of a serious workout, so poised and focused even when his head is all empty except for pussy teehee <3 he’s always on the quieter side in bed but he gets pretty loud when he cums, crying out all high and whiny as he spills hot thick cum everywhere, preferably in your pussy, he hates letting his seed go to waste ! <3 sucking his dick is the best way to get him to get really noisy , he loses his mind with his cock in a tight wet throat <3 always grits his teeth and bares them like a predator, sharp canines on display with his pretty face all screwed up ..

“i-i— oh, fuck, fuck! i’m gonna cum if you keep doing that!”

휴닝카이 𝐇𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐀𝐈

kai gets so lost in pleasure sometimes, he just can’t help but turn into a wild animal… and it’s even worse the closer he gets to his orgasm, the tightening knot in his belly all he can think about, focus on.. practically starts using you like nothing more than a pocket pussy , big hands grabbing tightly ahold of you and moving you against him however he wants, just lay still and take it!! <3 cums so hard he cries sometimes, pretty broken moans sounding like angel choruses, rendered completely unable to speak the closer and closer he gets! just grunting and moaning, slack jawed and cross eyed, pussy drunk and fucked stupid… his cry of relief gets so loud that sometimes he has to bite down on either a pillow or your flesh, just to keep from waking everyone up !! whiny, high pitched, almost a sob.. he sounds so completely broken when he cums, fat dick spurting so much cum it’s insane.. leaves the whole bed wet and messy with both yours and his release by the time he’s done with you <3

“i’m gonna cum, i’m— im cumming, baby, oh my god, please don’t stop! o-oh fuck, i’m cumming, i’m cumming—!”

[melobin]

seunghan + vibrator ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

day twelve. your boyfriend seunghan finds your vibrator.

warnings. boyfriend!seunghan, dom!seunghan, use of vibrator, unprotected sex

wc. 1k

masterlist

day 11 / day 13

“can’t believe you never told me about your vibrator” seunghan hummed as he knelt up between your legs, inspecting the pink wand in his hand as his cock rested on your cunt.

“i didn’t think you’d care” you sighed, eyes barely open as you watched him. seunghan laughed at your response, eyes flicking down to you as he brought the toy down to your body. he trailed it slowly over your thighs, turning it on to see the strength of it. he raised his eyebrow as the toy buzzed to life, noticing the way your thighs trembled slightly under the vibrations.

“have you used it much?” you nodded, eyes focused on the way he trailed the toy around your cunt without properly pressing it into your slit. he was teasing you.

“a few times” you looked up at him, his eyes following the vibrator “only when you’re not around help me”

“is that why you brought it?” you nodded “how does it feel?” you gulped as you felt his fingers part the lips of your pussy, the vibrator pressing lightly against your clit. your mouth went dry, throat closing as you attempted to respond to him.

“well” you bit back a whimper “good” but it failed, your voice breaking as you spoke shakily. seunghan still had a smile on his face as he watched you, he was completely focused on you.

“yeah? think i can use it on you and make it even better?” you nodded a little too eagerly, eyes wide as you watched him. seunghan let out another deep laugh, his bare chest rising slowly as he did “you want it that bad?” he pressed the vibrator a little harder against you, the wand shaking against your clit.

“please hani” he loved your begging. adored, in fact. it wasn’t hard to feel the control he had over you, just the way he looked at you made your knees weak and your heart get caught in your throat.

his cock rested against your thigh, he could feel it throb as you begged him, your eyes shining as desperation began to take over. he knew what you wanted, he could see the way your demeanour began to wear down in front of him. part of him wanted to make you beg just a little more, but the other part of him wanted nothing more than to slip into your welcoming heat and fuck you until you were seeing stars.

seunghan opted for his second want.

“fuck” he breathed out, unable to control himself as the sight of your hole contracting, begging for something to fill it. seunghan was more than prepared to give you exactly what you wanted and more. with his hand open, he spit into it before wrapping it around himself, pumping his cock as his eyes stayed trained on your cunt. he held it tightly, gripping himself by his base before pressing his tip against your sopping hole.

you welcomed him eagerly, walls stretching around his size to make sure he fit comfortably inside of you. the vibrator he had pressed against your clit caused you to tense up but it didn’t stop seunghan from wedging himself deep inside of you, groaning as your walls hugged his cock tightly.

you always felt like heaven on earth.

being as soaked as you were made it easy for seunghan to move inside of you, his cock sliding between your walls with each sharp thrust forward, his thumb pushing into the button on the vibrator causing the speed to intensify. he watched as you cried out, your thighs shaking from the stimulation, you were a complete wreck all because of him and he loved it. every last second of it.

“you look so fucked our baby, too much for you?” you shook your head at his question, lips parting to reply but only a broken moan slipping out instead. you were overwhelmed from the stimulation, but that didn’t stop you from wanting more, needing more from him. if you had it your way you’d wrap your legs around his waist and lock him inside of you forever.

seunghan took his eyes off of your face, looking down at where the two of you were connecting. his eyes were focused on the way your greedy cunt swallowed him whole, no part of his cock was visible once he was completely inside of you, it almost made him want to slow down and appreciate the sight. but he didn’t. instead opting for fucking you harder, his pace quickening so he could push you closer to the edge.

your moans echoed through the room, your body beginning to shake from the intensity of it all, it was almost too much for you to handle. an immense amount of pleasure building up inside of your stomach because of your boyfriend.

“close?” you whimpered out a reply to him, your back arching and your fingers tightening around the bed sheets as your orgasm approached. you wanted nothing more than to come undone, to shake and whine under him as he fucked you through your demise. seunghan wanted nothing more than that, his bottom lip being tucked under his lip as he continued to fuck you. pushing both of you over the edge.

seunghan smiled when he felt you tighten around him, feeling and hearing you cum undone and your pussy clamped around his cock. he was quick to pull out of you, leaving the vibrator pressed against your clit as he used his other hand to finish off his own orgasm, his cum painting over your skin in thick ropes.

he was nice enough to lower the setting on the vibrator as your orgasm passed, but he didn’t move it, instead he watched as you shook with tears in your eyes from overstimulation. your clit throbbing under the head of the toy. seunghan simply smiled kindly at you, silently praising you for letting him pleasure you in the way that he was. it wasn’t until you grabbed his wrist that he finally pulled the toy away, setting it down on the bed as his fingers slowly ran over your worn out body.

“next time i’m making you cum with it at least three times”

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[kinkyrafe]

Everything You Need

intended for: Kinktober, October 31

THIS WORK IS 18+ ! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Summary:

The one where you want Rafe to take care of you.

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, domme!reader, sub!rafe, very explicit

taglist: @yagirlwrites @audzzz @valyrianflower @aariahnaa

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Rafe’s arms slip around you instinctively, pulling you close, his warmth immediately comforting. But tonight, your heart isn’t in your usual role. You don’t feel like dominating him, you don’t feel like teasing and pushing. You crave him in a different way, one that’s more gentle, more giving than usual.

You rest your head on his shoulder and sigh softly, letting yourself lean into his strength. “Babe,” you say, running a hand over his chest, “I want you to take care of me tonight. I want you to fuck me good. Sweet and gentle, but good. I want to cum twice at least. Make the most of it, okay?”

A spark of excitement lights up his eyes, but it’s matched by a gentle understanding. He’s used to following your lead, yet tonight, it’s different—tonight, you’re giving him the reins, to some extent at least. You reach over and fasten a cock ring around him, smiling softly. He almost pouts, and you can tell he wants to object, but all you have to do is raise your eyebrows and say, “Please, don’t make me punish you for arguing.”

He swallows whatever he had meant to say. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” is what he says instead, a sneaky smile on his lips.

“Uh-huh,” you grin back, nodding. You lean over and bite his nipple for his trouble. He doesn’t do much but sigh—he still loves having his nipples touched.

“Now, remember, faster isn’t always better,” you remind him.

He chuckles, a little smirk tugging at his lips. “What kind of dog do you think I am?” he teases, raising a brow as his hand drifts to your face, brushing a strand of hair back. “I’ll take good care of you, I promise.” And you know, he will.

His words warm you, and you relax as he leans in, brushing his lips over yours in a soft, lingering kiss that speaks of nothing but care. He takes his time, kissing you deeply, his mouth moving with an unhurried tenderness that has you melting into him.

He pauses, catching his breath. “Do you have any position you want to do this in?” he asks between kisses.

“You decide,” you tell him, and he just looks at you in awe, “I really want you to fuck me.”

This guy loves subbing, you know he does—he asks for it, he does it completely out of free will, but when you say these words? His eyes light up as if you just gave him the best gift of his life.

“Thank you, Ma’am,” he says as he leans back in to drop a soft kiss onto your collarbone.

You feel the strength in his hands as they slide down your body, laying you down on the mattress, lifting your leg to wrap around his waist, positioning himself at your entrance, his hips flush with yours.

Rafe’s eyes search yours, the concern and affection in his gaze grounding you. He enters you in a slow, measured movement, and you gasp softly, gripping his shoulders, savoring how he feels inside you. He moves carefully, each thrust deliberate, holding back with a gentle restraint that drives you wild. Your pleasure builds gradually, no rush, just a growing warmth that swells between you.

He watches your face, studying your reactions, and pauses. “You alright, babe?” he whispers, his thumb caressing your cheek.

A breathy smile escapes you as you run your hand through his hair. “You’re doing so well,” you whisper back, brushing a tender kiss over his shoulder, letting your lips travel up toward his ears. “Exactly what I need.”

His praise kink shows through in the slight flush that colors his cheeks, and he responds by pressing in a little deeper, his thrusts getting harder but luckily not faster, his lips grazing over your neck, your collarbone, trailing warm kisses that make you shiver. He takes his time, like he’s savoring every inch of you, every touch, every breath.

As he keeps a hard, steady rhythm, you feel the first orgasm building, growing until you arch into him, your hands tightening around his shoulders as you come, tension melting into pleasure. He doesn’t stop or slow his rhythm, fucking you through it just like the good lord intended; he lets you ride it out, his hand smoothing over your arched back, guiding you through your orgasm with soft murmurs and gentle kisses. You have no words for how good he makes you feel.

The moment you come down, he whispers, “You’re so hot, Mistress. Let’s do that again,” his voice low and rough, practically buzzing with need.

He resumes his pace, pushing you slowly, each thrust a deliberate, sensual stroke that sends you higher, your senses blurring under the intensity of his care.

When the second orgasm hits, it’s faster, but no less sweet. Your body trembles in his arms, and he watches you with awe, letting out a small sound of satisfaction, his own body tense with restraint. He waits, holding off his release until you’re done, only letting his own need show in the way his hands grip your waist.

But he doesn’t stop. He holds you close and continues to move inside you, his lips finding yours in a kiss that’s gentler, sweeter than before, his thrusts slower still, languid, each one drawing out the pleasure that lingers between you. Rafe pulls you closer, drawing both of your knees up whilst shifting his hips until he’s brushing a spot that makes your breath catch, a soft whimper escaping your lips. It’s. Just. So. Good. His fingers intertwine with yours as he brings you to the edge again, pushing you closer to it with each movement.

This time, the pleasure builds steadily until a hot, consuming pleasure crashes over you as you cling to him and he continues to fuck into you relentlessly, your voice breaking around his name.

When your breathing settles, you feel him ease, his whole body taut, his breath unsteady. “You came three times now,” he whispers, his voice thick with desire, barely keeping himself together. “May I cum?”

“Yes, of course, babe,” you answer, the proudest smile on your face, running your hand through his hair, giving him that final permission. “You may.” You make sure to clench around him in the best way you can and he groans as he feels you do that.

He lets go then, his whole body trembling as he reaches his own climax, pressing his forehead to yours as he gasps, his breaths rough and unsteady. You hold him close, grounding him, feeling every shiver of his release as it rolls through him.

—

Afterward, he pulls you against him, your head nestled on his chest, his arms wrapping around you with a warmth that feels like home. He’s quiet for a long moment, just holding you, his fingers tracing soft circles over your back.

“You know,” you murmur, smiling against his skin, “you’re really good at this.”

A low laugh rumbles in his chest, and he tilts his head to meet your eyes. “Good at cuddling?” He asks suggestively.

You roll your eyes with a smile, playfully poking his side. “Good at knowing what I need, Rafe. At taking care of me. You’re so good.”

His cheeks color slightly, and he ducks his head, clearly pleased. “Well, I learned from the best,” he says, a grin spreading over his face.

You snuggle closer, and he presses a kiss to your forehead, his hand sliding up to cradle your face, his gaze tender. “You know, I’d do anything for you, right?” he murmurs softly.

Your heart swells, and you press a kiss to his jaw. “I know,” you reply, and for the first time all day, you feel that heaviness lift. With Rafe, you’re safe, cherished, held in a way that grounds you completely.

[oldsoul007]

Haunted

charlie mayhew x reader

summary: Charlie seems to be haunting you so you must be haunting him

Charlie and I had once been inseparable, our relationship full of passion and dreams for the future. We spent years together, growing and learning from each other. However, as time went on, our paths began to diverge. We eventually went our separate ways.

Years later, I found myself attending a wedding at a quaint church in a small town. As I entered the church, I was struck by a familiar presence. There, standing at the altar, was Charlie. He was now a priest, his demeanor serene and composed. My heart skipped a beat as memories of our time together flooded back.

After the ceremony, I approached Charlie, feeling a mix of curiosity and old emotions. "Charlie, it's been so long," I said, my voice trembling slightly.

Charlie looked at me, a gentle smile spreading across his face. "Y/n, it's good to see you," he replied warmly. Despite the years and the changes in our lives, the connection between us was still palpable.

“I’d love to get together, catch up a bit?” I asked. “Me too y/n, meet me here later tonight.” He smiled.

We spent the evening catching up, sharing stories of our separate journeys. While Charlie spoke of his calling to the priesthood and the peace he had found, I couldn't help but notice the familiar glint in his eyes. The feelings we once shared were still there, lingering just beneath the surface.

As we parted ways that night, I couldn't shake the feeling that our story wasn't quite over. And Charlie, though bound by his vows, couldn't deny the unresolved emotions that seeing y/n again had stirred within him.

I couldn't shake the feelings that had been growing inside me. Every time I saw Charlie, my heart would race, and I felt like I was being haunted by my own emotions. We stole glances at each other whenever we thought no one was looking, our eyes meeting with a mix of longing and regret.

Charlie felt it too. As a priest, he knew he could never act on the feelings he had for y/n. It was a constant battle between his duty and his heart. He found himself thinking about her more than he should, each stolen glance only deepening the ache inside him.

We both knew it was impossible. Our roles in life meant we could never be together, and yet, the connection between us was undeniable. It was as if our were two souls destined to be apart, forever haunted by what could never be.

One evening, after everyone had left the church, I found myself alone with Charlie. The silence between us was heavy, filled with unspoken words and emotions. I finally gathered the courage to speak.

"Charlie, we need to talk about this," I said softly, my voice trembling slightly. "We can't keep pretending these feelings don't exist."

Charlie looked at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and longing. "Y/n, I know. Believe me, I know. But what can we do? I'm a priest now, and you're... well, you're you. We can't be together."

I took a deep breath, fighting back tears. "I know it's impossible, but it's tearing me apart. I can't stop thinking about you, and every time we're together, it feels like we're haunting each other with what we can't have."

Charlie stepped closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's the same for me. Every glance, every moment we share, it just makes it harder. But we have to be strong. We have to let go, for both our sakes."

We stood there, the weight of our words hanging in the air. It was a painful realization, but they both knew it was the truth. Despite the deep connection we felt, we could never be together. The only thing we could do was try to move on, even if it meant living with the ghost of what might have been.

Charlie found himself in a whirlwind of emotions as he stood with y/n under the soft glow of the windows in the church. All he could think about was how close she was, how her eyes sparkled when she laughed, and how her lips looked so inviting.

Before he knew it, he leaned in and kissed her. It was meant to be a brief, gentle kiss, but the moment their lips touched, something ignited within him. He tried to pull away, to regain his composure, but he couldn't. The warmth of her kiss, the way she responded, made it impossible to stop.

I seemed to feel the same way, my hands finding their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer. Every time he thought he should stop, the connection between us grew stronger, more intense. It was as if the world around us had disappeared, leaving only the two of us in this perfect, endless moment.

Finally, when we did break apart, Charlie was breathless, his heart pounding in his chest. He looked into my eyes, seeing the same mix of surprise and desire reflected back at him. "I... I didn't mean to... I just couldn't stop," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper.

I smiled, my cheeks flushed. "I didn't want you to," I replied softly, and in that instant, Charlie knew that this was just the beginning of something incredible.

[gallavichsreddie1128]

OverProtective (Spock TOS)

Description: After Y/N hurts herself on a mission, Spock becomes overprotective

Word Count: 1,257

Request:Could you please do a Data x Reader or Spock x Reader fan ficm. Preferably where he is protective of the reader. Smut or no smut is fine just have fun with it! But if you don't want to that's totally understandable, thank you!

Y/N sat on the bed as Bones examined her broken arm. “You’re gonna need surgery.” He tells her and she sighs. Great. The mission couldn’t have gone worse…well she could be dead. Bones had given her a lot of sprays to numb the pain and she was very thankful that but if she even looks at her arm she feels the pain. Spock was through the door moments later. Y/N couldn’t even look at him as she could tell that in his own way he was glaring at her for not being more careful. “It uh it wasn’t my fault.” She told him and she knew that if he allowed himself he would have rolled his eyes. “You are going to need surgery for that.” He tells her as if Bones didn’t already. “She knows that you pointy eared hobgoblin. Now go.” He tells Spock so he can fix her arm. 

It’s been awhile since that had happened and Spock would not let her out of his sight. Even with her arm better she hasn’t been on a mission in so long and couldn’t understand why. Did the Captain think that this would happen again? Kirk actually assigned her to a few missions but Spock removed her from them and assigned someone else. Y/N had no idea about this until she went to talk to Kirk about it. “I assigned you to a few missions Y/N but Spock took you off them for your safety.” Her eyes widened and she couldn’t believe that her boyfriend would do such a thing. She was mad and the look on her face said so, so when Kirk left the room with an awkward goodbye Y/N ran to their quarters. Spock had the day off but he was gonna wish he hadn’t. “So you’re the reason why I haven’t gone on any missions?” Y/N accused him. “I reassigned you from them for your safety.” He tells her not bothered by her outbursts. “What the fuck, Spock. That is not okay. Why would you do that?” It was like she had missed the part about being concerned for her safety. “I want you to be safe and on missions you do not seem to be.” Her eyes widened. “One mission goes wrong and you do this?” “Y/N it is not my intention to make you mad at me but you must understand that your life was on the line.” “Your life is on the line all the time Spock” “Yes but I am Vulcan so it is much harder for me to be harmed.” She laughed. A sarcastic and unbelievable laugh. “So this is what this is about? You view me as a weak human and you think you are better than me.” “I did not say that.” “Spock you say it all the time to Kirk and Bones in your own twisted way!” She yelled at him. “You aren’t my mother, you don’t get to tell me what to do and take away opportunities from me!” She goes on. “I am your superior, I am above you in the line of work.” Oh wow. “Okay Spock I don’t care. You are not to reassign me from missions or else.” “If that is how you feel then maybe we should.” But before he could finish his sentence she held up a hand. “Don’t. Don’t try that on me because you think it is illogical to argue. It is illogical for you to mess with your girlfriend’s work.” 

Christine and Y/N sat in her quarters as they ate and talked about what happened. “Like he thinks that’s okay and for what? He has no right to do that and it’s like everytime we get in to an argument he tries to end the relationship.” Christine listens as Y/N rants about him. “Spock is just like that. But I do know this. He loves you very much.” Y/N rolled her eyes at that. She started to not believe that. “Think about it. He doesn’t want you getting hurt and yes he’s going about it the wrong way but still.” Y/N sighed. Christine was right Spock was being overprotective but he was going overboard with it. 

Y/N decided to spend the night in Christine’s quarters not wanting to deal with Spock. She forgot to tell him about it since she was so mad at him. In the morning, she had gotten up and Christine was already gone. So she left her quarters and returned to hers to see that Spock was also already gone. She yawned and decided to take a shower before her shift. She headed to the bridge where everyone was and Spock noticed her. She didn’t even look in his direction. Spock had no idea where she was and he couldn’t even think until he saw that she was okay. “Morning Y/N.” “Morning Kirk.” She said and got to her station that was unfortunately right by Spock’s. “You did not attend our quarters last night. I was worried.” She thought about ignoring him but he never admits his emotions. “I was sleeping at Christine’s.” She said without looking at him. “I would like to be notified when you decide you would not like to sleep in our quarters.” That just made her more angry. “And I would like a boyfriend that isn’t up my ass about everything and ruins my opportunity to go on missions.” She growled at him. “It is not my attempt to stop you from going to work but with your recent injury it is logical that you do not go on any.” “Spock my arm is healed, you can stop with that bullshit.” “It is not bullshit. It is me loving you!” The Bridge stared at the Vulcan. Y/N stared at her boyfriend in shock. He had never had an outbursts or even yelled let alone at work. Without asking Kirk if he could be excused he left. “Sure Spock you are excused.” Kirk mumbled. Y/N shook her head and got back to work. 

It never left her mind. His outburst and the fact that he admitted to loving her in public. He rarely ever said it. It never bothered her that he didn’t say it she knew that he loved her. She loved him but she was getting sick of him babying her. She sighed and opened their quarters door. “Spock are you in here?” She asked. She saw him at his desk and he looked tired. “Spock are you okay?” She asked and walked closer to him. “I do not know.” He said and truthfully that worried her. “Spock you’ve never done that before.” She said and sat next to him. “I know and that is why I had to leave my station. I think I am sick.” Y/N held back a laugh. He wasn’t sick. He just wasn’t used to having that much emotion. “Spock you’re not sick. We both are just frustrated with the situation. I love you Spock and I don’t want us leaving each other but you have to let me be me and go on missions and do my job.” She said. “I apologize for holding you back.” He said and looked at her. “You don’t hold me back Spock but this was a little annoying.” She said and he understood that this job was never promised to be easy. “Now how about you relax the rest of the night and maybe take Tomorrow off. You need rest.” She tells him. He looks at her and smirks. “Now who’s being overprotective?”

[hunterthecharmer]

guys ❤️‍🔥🥹 what in the world!!! Please go and read this.

To the writer:

As someone who has struggled her entire life up to this point feeling insecure, battling thoughts while on dates and criticizing myself harder than anyone else would, this story has kind of been incredible to read. Reading other stories, the y/n character can be as vague or as detailed as your mind creates, but to realize the shift in my feelings and attention, and in my mind as I watch this story as a movie in my head it’s clear that this story is NEEDED. The spotlight on a curvier reader is NEEDED. The attention to detail and real life experience makes me know so. Sorry if this doesn’t make any sense,I just had to applaud you for this series. Your writing, banter between us and Jake, all the dialogue in general and his persona have been spot on. THANK YOU!!!! Thank you for this gem of a story.

Much love to you XO!!!!!!

The girl behind the bar : the date Part 3 - the apartment (2/2)

pairing: Jake Hangman Seresin x plus-size reader

warnings: SMUT, p in v (protected of course), playful banter as always

words: 4,8k

Summary: Over in your bedroom, things continue to be steamy between you and Jake...

a/n: We're picking up right where we left off and, if I might say so myself, this is pretty hot. I'm actually quite proud of myself. Enjoy!

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“This is my bedroom and over there is the bathroom, if you want to…wash your hands, or something”, you told him as you stopped in front of your bed and suddenly felt a little self-conscious about the fact that his fingers had just been inside of you.

When he didn’t say something, you turned around and noticed how close he was standing. He looked at you like you imagined an animal looking at its prey. Without breaking the eye contact, he lifted his fingers that were just inside of you up to his mouth and sucked on them. “You taste good, baby. Wanna try?”, he asked in a low tone. You looked up at him with big, doughy eyes and lightly nodded your head. The next moment, you felt his fingertips at your bottom lip. You opened your mouth and he slowly pushed his fingers inside.

Your tongued played around them as you closed your lips and sucked them deeper into your mouth. A tingling sensation in your lower stomach spread out all over your body. His eyes on you got darker as he watched you. He took a step closer and you could feel his hard cock against your lower abdomen. At this feeling, you sucked his fingers a little harder.

He pulled his hand from your mouth and put it on your neck to pull you in for a passionate kiss. His body pushed yours back until you fell on your mattress together. You automatically opened your legs and he settled in between them.

As you made out, one of his hands wandered to your breast, kneading it and pinching your nipple which made your hips rock up. His hand wandered further down, between your bodies, and his fingertips grazed your clit that was still sensitive from before. You arched your back and gasped.

He wrapped his hand around his hard cock and let it run through your folds, teasing your entrance. It felt good. It felt too good.

“Condom”, you called out, pulling yourself back into the reality of the moment. Jake stopped in his motions like he had to pull himself out of a trance as well. “Yeah, sure. Sorry”, he said and rolled off you. You got up on your elbows to breathe for a moment. Everything with Jake felt so intense that it almost made you forget your number one rule: to always use a condom the first time you sleep with someone.

“Where do you keep your condoms?”, he asked. “Night stand, top drawer”, you told him and let yourself fall back into your pillows. “No, wait”, you shot up but it was too late.

“What do we have here?”, he said and you could hear the chuckle in his voice. He held up your Satisfyer and G-spot vibrator as he turned back around to you. “Put that back. Please”, you said and tried to grab one of your toys but he was quicker and held it out of your reach.

“Who knew you had quite the collection?”, he teased. “Having two toys is not nearly a collection”, you told him and raised an eyebrow at him. “Can you please put them back?”, you pleaded and felt your cheeks burning up.

“Should we use them?”, he suddenly asked and stunned you with his question. “What? No!”, you quickly said and were finally able to collect them back. You leaned over him and put the toys back in your night stand. You grabbed the packet of condoms and put it on top of the night stand.

“Are you embarrassed that I found them?”, he asked and put a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Let’s say I’m not thrilled”, you replied as you leaned back and sat on your legs next to him. “Why?”, he asked. “I don’t know”, you honestly answered. You really didn’t know why you felt embarrassed about it but you did.

“Okay, but I need you to know that I don’t find them embarrassing. It’s actually kinda hot to imagine you using them. Really hot”, he said and let his fingers travel up your thigh. “Really?”, you asked with a shy voice and followed his fingers with your eyes.

“Really”, he nodded, leaned over and kissed you. You straddled his hips and put your arms around his neck, pressing your boobs against his chest. You knew by now how much he liked that and you liked it too. Your hips rocked forward and ground over his cock that was still hard. Impressive.

You broke the kiss only to lean over and grab the box of condoms. You ripped it open and grabbed one before you threw the box back on the night stand. You unwrapped the condom and rolled it onto his cock, stroking it a few times in the process.

Jake wrapped his arms around you and rolled you onto your back, settling between your legs. He hooked his arm under your right knee and pushed it upwards, putting it on his hip. He reached between your bodies like he did before, grabbed his cock and aligned it with your entrance.

“Ready?”, he asked. You nodded your head. “Yes”, you whispered. He leaned down and gave you a gentle kiss, left you wanting more when he pulled back.

Jake slowly pushed himself inside you. Your hands flew up to his shoulders as you gasped at the sensation of being filled by him, arching your back. “Oh, yes”, you breathed out when he was fully inside you. A deep growl escaped his lips.

He wanted to give you a few moments to adjust to him before he would start to move, but you got a little impatient and started to roll your hips at him. “Always so impatient”, he whispered at your ear and pulled his hips back only to push in again, a little faster this time.

“Mhm, yeah”, you moaned and ran your hands down his sides, gasping for air when he pushed in again. His hips started to move faster and harder against you.

“Fuck, you feel so good”, Jake moaned and pushed your legs further apart with his thighs, going a little deeper this time. “Oh, baby”, you whined and scratched his back at the sensation.

Hearing you call him a nickname for the first time was such a turn on for him that he immediately picked up the pace. His hips snapped harder against yours, his cock going even a bit deeper.

“Oh god, yes! Jake, fuck me”, you called out, your hands gripping the sheets around you.

You were both breathing heavily, the sound of skin slapping on skin filled the room. You pulled him down for a sloppy kiss as you wrapped your legs around his hips, pushing him closer to you which also caused him to slow down a bit. He placed his lower arms on each side of your head.

This way his pubic bone was pressing directly on your clit as he kept on moving his hips. Your moans got louder with the increased sensation. One of your hands moved into his hair while the other one moved down onto his back, scratching his skin with your fingernails.

“Oh god, I’m gonna come. Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come”, you moaned and your breath quickened even more. You were almost getting light-headed, but his deep growls and guttural moans kept you in the moment. It was such a sexy sight to see, him all sweaty on top of you, falling apart because he was about to come.

Your inner walls tightened around him with your nearing orgasm, making it really hard for him not to come himself immediately but to hold out until you had reached your peak. He pushed himself up into a kneeling position and picked up the pace again. This also caused your wonderfully large breasts to bounce with his thrusts. “You’re so fucking hot, Y/N”, he pressed out. He felt like he was about to explode.

Jake placed his hand on your lower stomach and worked your clit with his thumb. “Ahh!”, you cried out at the rush of electric shocks this movement sent through your body. Your hands grabbed the sheets again with a tight grip. You moaned loudly with every one of his thrusts, pushing yourself against him. You clenched tightly around him as your orgasm washed over you, your next breath got stuck in your throat. You arched your back so hard it was almost painful. “Ahhh, oh god…oh god…ugh”, you pressed out breathlessly as you came.

Your grip around his cock was too much for him, especially combined with the sight before him as you came undone. Jake managed two more hard thrusts before he stilled in his motions and emptied himself into the condom. A deep, guttural moan came from the back of his throat as he held himself up on his hands, his hips jerking against your body before he collapsed on top of you.

He moved his upper body to the side to not lay on you with his full body weight but he wanted to stay inside of you as long as possible.

You were both breathing heavily and bathed in the afterglow of your joined orgasm. His face was placed directly next to yours. When you looked over, he leaned forward a little and pressed a kiss to your nose.

His arm was draped across your chest and the fingers of your right hand were gently running up and down the skin of his arm. You were taking a deep breath, trying to calm down your racing heart, but you feared it might not just be from the amazing sex you’ve just had.

You leaned forward and kissed him. Your tongue ran along his bottom lip and then dove into his mouth. You put your hand over his and moved it onto your breast, squeezing it with his hand. Your body pressed into his and you put a leg over his hip, turning the two of you to the side.

“I know I’m still inside of you but I need a minute…or two”, Jake commented as he pulled back from the kiss. You smiled and pressed another kiss to his mouth.

“I know, I’m just…The harder I come, the hornier I am right after”, you explained and pressed another kiss to his lips. “Good to know”, he said and his hand ran up your spine, resting on the nape of your neck. “It’ll pass. Just give me a moment”, you said and kissed him again. It became quite passionate and you could feel his cock twitching inside you but it was still going soft.

You gave him one last kiss, lingered with your lips on his and then pulled back, letting yourself fall onto your back. Jake took care of the condom and disposed it in the trash can in your bathroom.

“You can take a shower if you want to”, you told him as you laid spread out on your bed. “Only if you come with me”, his head popped out of the door and a dirty grin spread across his face. “Sounds lovely. But I have to take care of this mess and this mess”, you said and with your finger you circled your lower region and your face. You were sure your make-up was all over the place by now.

Jake pouted at you for a moment before he got into the shower. You waited for him to finish before you left the bed.

Leaning on the doorframe, you watched him dry himself off with a towel. “Enjoying the show?”, he asked and shot you a look. You could see him flexing his muscles and chuckled. You walked over to him and gave him a deep and long kiss. “Still a no for the joined shower? I don’t mind showering again”, he told you. “Still a no”, you nodded your head.

“Just get back to bed, I won’t take long”, you told him and walked a step over to your bathroom mirror before it hit you. “That’s if you want to stay the night. I don’t know if…”, you stumbled over your words and looked at him through the mirror. He came over to you and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll be happy to stay if you have me”, he mentioned. “Then I’ll see you in a bit”, you concluded.

He playfully slapped your butt. “Don’t take too long”, he said and winked at you through the mirror until he finally left the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

As soon as you heard the click of the door, you took a deep breath. Oh my god, you just had sex with Jake Hangman Seresin. And it was fucking incredible!

If someone had told you that back when you met him, you would have called them crazy and had them thrown out of the bar. The two of you had come a long way and the road sure had some bumps along the way.

You looked at yourself in the mirror for real since you first stepped in and saw how ruined your make-up actually was. Your skin was covered in sweat and your hair looked like a big bird’s nest.

“Good god”, you exclaimed and quicky removed your make-up. Then you combed your hair and put it up in a quick bun for your shower.

Afterwards, you changed into an oversized dark blue shirt with the word NAVY on it that was hanging on your hamper. You undid the bun and walked back out to your bedroom.

Jake had made himself comfortable in bed and had his boxer briefs back on. You noticed that your underwear was now hanging over the chair in the corner of your room instead of still being scattered around your apartment. Nice touch.

You walked over to your dresser and grabbed a fresh pair of panties, putting them on.

“Hey, I remember that”, Jake said when you turned around and got into bed. “The night at the bar”, he added. “That’s right”, you just said. You slept in it from time to time because it reminded you of him and your time together in that stormy night at the bar.

“Is there a chance you have that other shirt on you? I’m allowed to wear that now”, you joked as you pulled up the covers, reminding him of the I fucked a guy in the navy shirt you had found in the lost-and-found-box, while you settled in his arms, cuddling up to him. “Sadly no, but I’ll make sure I get you one”, he said and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in a little more.

“As lovely as that is, I think I’m getting quite hot”, you said after just a minute in his arms and pulled your head back for some fresh air.

“No one told you to put on a shirt”, he said, leaving his eyes closed like he was about to fall asleep and his arms tightly wrapped around you. “I don’t think the shirt is the problem. You’re basically a human furnace”, you told him and attempted to move out of his arms. You weren’t used to sleeping with someone in your bed, let alone so close to someone.

“The shirt is our only problem, ‘cause I’m not letting go”, he said and pulled you in again. “Jesus, Jake”, you huffed out as his hot body pressed against yours. You didn’t actually mind it but it was fun to have your typical banter going.

“You brought up the love languages and now you have to deal with it”, he commented. “But I didn't tell you to choose physical touch and make it your whole personality”, you countered and playfully pushed him away from you but you both knew you weren't really trying.

You tried to get out of his arms again and his grip on you got stronger. “Y/N, I’m warning you”, he said, his eyes still closed. “What the hell are you warning me about, huh?”, you asked a bit surprised by his choice of words.

Before you knew it you were pinned underneath him, his legs settling between yours, hips pressed together and his hands on your wrists, gently pushing your arms above your head. You gasped in surprise and looked at him with big eyes.

“I’m afraid that if you don’t settle down in my arms and take that shirt off willingly, I might have to take it off myself”, he spoke in a low voice, a growl in the back of his throat. Seeing you pinned underneath him had his pupils dilating.

“Yeah?”, you challenged him, the surprised look on your face quickly being replaced by a smug grin. “I’d like to see you try, Lieutenant”, you whispered and lifted your chin as you spoke, challenging him.

He looked at you for one more second and then his mouth was on yours. He forcefully kissed you, his hips pressing into yours.

You moaned at the excitement he awakened in you with his actions. Who knew you liked to be a little manhandled, under the right circumstances?

Jake held your wrists together with just one hand but you weren’t really protesting him anyway. With his free hand, he pulled up the hem of your shirt over your boobs, exposing them to him. With the way the shirt was pinned beneath you, the stretched fabric pressed your boobs together nicely.

“Fuck, they look so good”, he said and the next moment he bent down to take one of your nipples into his mouth and played with it with his tongue. You gasped at the feeling.

He let go of your hands but you kept them up there as he moved a little further down and settled between your legs. He grabbed both your breasts with his hands and kneaded them, even sticking his face in there. You loved how he worshipped your boobs. You had sensitive nipples and every pinch, every twirl and lick sent an electric shock right between your legs.

Your hands were in his hair again, making it stand up in every direction possible but you couldn’t care less.

“Fuck, that feels so good, baby”, you moaned and arched your back. You pulled the shirt off your body and tossed it to the side.

“I’m obsessed with your boobs”, Jake mentioned and kept squeezing your tits. “And I’m obsessed with you being obsessed with my boobs”, you told him and ran your fingers through his hair.

“Oh fuck, I need you baby. I need you inside me”, you whined and pulled him up to your face to kiss him passionately. Your hands reached down to pull at his boxer briefs, getting them off his body again while his hands grabbed your underwear and pulled them down as well.

Together, you rolled over so you were straddling him. You grabbed the box of condoms off the night stand and pulled one from it.

Just like before, you unwrapped it and put it on his hard cock between you. But this time, he didn’t roll you over. This time, he wanted you to ride him, take control.

You lifted your hips so he could align himself with your center and then you slowly sank back down, taking him inside inch by inch until he was fully inside you. The foreplay with your boobs had you completely soaked. You moaned out loud at the feeling, just like Jake.

Your hips started rolling forward, lifting them off him ever so slightly before you pushed back down. Your arms were hooked around his neck, your hands wandering into his hair. His hands roamed your back before they ended up on your ass. He kneaded the flesh with a tight grip and pushed your hips against him with your movements.

It wasn’t long until you were riding him hard and fast, both of you gasping for air between your sloppy kisses. You felt that knot in your stomach, indicating that your next orgasm, the third one of the night, was approaching you rather quickly. You didn’t want this to end just yet. You wanted to bathe in your horny, passionate bliss for as long as possible.

You slowed down and pushed Jake into the cushions with your hands on his chest. You leaned down with him and kissed over his jaw, down his neck and along his collarbone. You reached behind you and collected his hands from your ass and pushed them over his head.

You knew you weren’t nearly strong enough to actually hold them there if he didn’t want to but he played along.

You leaned back up and started to ride him slowly, letting your hips rock back and forth at an almost excruciating pace.

"I'm just gonna enjoy the view for a moment", he commented and interlocked his fingers behind his head.

You let your head fall back, closing your eyes and enjoying the intimacy and the feeling of being filled by him. Your hands came up to cup your breasts, pinching your nipples. Your hands moved up further into your hair, collecting it and holding it in a ponytail for a moment because it had gotten quite hot in your little bedroom, before letting it cascade down your back again.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful", Jake commented. You opened your eyes again and looked at his face. A smile pulled at the corners of your lips as you leaned forward, putting your hands on his chest before you started to slowly circle your hips. "Oh fuck", Jake breathed out and his hands shot to your hips. He didn't stop you, just letting his hands wander with your hips. You started to push down into his pelvis a bit harder, tightening your walls.

“Oh god, babe”, he growled as his grip on your hips got tighter. You felt how he fought with himself not to take over. You put your hands on either side of his head and bent down until your chest was pressed firmly against his.

“Fuck me, Hangman”, you whispered at his ear. You didn’t need to tell him twice.

He wrapped his arms around your back like a vice before he started to basically jackhammer into you. You screamed out at the sudden change of pace and the new angle that hit just right.

“Ah, fuck! Fuck! FUCK!”, you blurted out as your orgasm came rushing over you but Jake kept going and managed to drag out your orgasm while he was chasing his own. As his mouth was right at our ear, you could hear him growl and mutter utter filth under his breath as he came.

The sound of something shutting woke you up the next morning. From the way the light shone into your room, you could tell that it was still quite early. You had trouble fully opening your eyes and wanted to get back to sleep. Your hand wandered over to Jake’s side as you wanted to cuddle up to him and put your head on his chest. He had finally convinced you last night to try to be a cuddle-sleeper and you had to admit you liked it. You just weren’t allowed to wear shirts while doing it.

Your hand grabbed at thin air and hit the mattress instead. And the mattress was cold. Your eyes shot open, now being fully awake.

That motherfucker didn’t just sneak out and leave without saying…

“Morning”, you head from your door and looked over your shoulder. Jake was standing there, fully dressed in his clothes from last night, a cup of coffee in his hands. You turned around and wrapped the sheet around your naked body.

“Morning”, you mumbled and sat up. Jake came over and sat down on the edge of your bed. He leaned over and gave you an incredible kiss. You could only hope that your morning breath wasn’t too bad.

“Why are you dressed?”, you asked. All you could think about was to get him back into bed and out of his clothes. “Some of us have to work in the morning”, he reminded you and a smile played around his lips. “Oh, yeah”, you said and slowly remembered that it was a Wednesday morning today.

Since you started working at a bar and having shifts until one or two AM, you’ve gotten used to sleeping until 9 or 10 AM every day.

Jake handed you the cup of coffee and you took a big sip. “What time is it?”, you asked. “6 AM”, he answered. “In the morning?”, you blurted out. Jake chuckled at your facial expression. “I’m sorry if I woke you up, but I have to be at work at 6:30 AM”, he told you and brushed a strand of your hair out of your face. You enjoyed his touch, even if it only lasted a second.

“I thought you had left without saying goodbye”, you admitted and looked at him a little embarrassed. He cocked his head at you. “I would never do that to you. Why would you think that?”, he asked. You shrugged your shoulders. “I don’t know. You seemed like the type”, you replied and felt bad about your comment.

“Well, I can’t say I’ve never done that before but those days are behind me”, he clarified and pushed another strand of your hair behind your ear and let his hand linger on your cheek. You leaned into his touch and enjoyed his warmth.

“And what was that noise?”, you asked to change the subject and took another sip of your coffee. “I couldn’t find your cups. They’re supposed to be somewhat close to the coffee maker, you know”, he said. “My kitchen is perfectly arranged, thank you”, you commented and nodded to underline your point. “Alright”, he nodded with a chuckle and leaned forward to kiss your forehead before he got up from your bed.

“You really have to go?”, you asked and ran your hand over the mattress. “The bed feels so empty without you already”, you pouted and let sheet slip off your body. “You’re killing me”, he told you but you could see his eyes wandering down your naked body. You put the cup of coffee on your night stand and got on your knees in your bed, coming face to face with Jake.

You put your hands on his collar and pulled him a little closer. “Is there any way I could convince you to stay?”, you asked him with your best flirty tone. “There are a lot of ways and I’m really tempted, believe me. But I have an important meeting this morning”, he told you and he sounded like he was really struggling. You noticed that he made sure not to touch you because he knew it was over as soon as he felt your hot skin underneath his fingertips.

“How important?”, you asked and let your hands run down his clothed chest. “Uhm, like national, uhm, security important”, he said and his voice sounded strained. That actually sounded important. You guessed you had to make do with torturing him a little bit.

“Okay, I understand. I’ll guess I have to keep myself company this morning”, you told him as you let go of him and laid back down on your bed. You let your hand wander down your stomach and between your legs.

“Y/N”, he warned you as he took two steps back but his eyes followed your hand. You dragged it out for one more second before you pulled the sheet over your body. “Okay, shows over. Go, be important”, you said in a defeated tone and motioned towards your door. Jake smiled at you but looked a bit relieved.

He came towards the bed to finally kiss you goodbye but you stopped him with your hands held up. “I’m warning you. If you come over here, I WILL wrap myself around you and not let go. But I will behave for America’s safety. So, go”, you told him again.

Jake shook his head at you with a chuckle and walked towards the door. “Will you come by the bar tonight?”, you asked him and he stopped in his tracks. “Of course, sweetheart”, he said as he turned around. You pulled a face at the nickname. “Still no to sweetheart?”, he asked. “Still no to sweetheart”, you confirmed. “See you tonight”, he said. “I’ll be the girl behind the bar”, you told him with a flirty smile before he finally left your apartment.

a/n: Even though it might seem like it, this is not quite the end. If you guys remember, Jake still has a bet debt to pay. Check back here next week for Jake's shift at the bar!

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[aristccrats]

devi looked at the man and felt a hint of guilt invade her heart. she was angry, but this didn't mean that he was responsible for her misery. he was simply trying to make conversation with her. "pardon me.. for being distant." she sighed and looked down before admitting: "it seems that it's harder than i expected to adapt to this new life." her dark hues looked back at him as she added: "i will certainly need friends. thank you for your kind offer, lord barnes." she said before hearing his words about the cake. "believe me or not, i've heard about this cake the whole evening but i haven't tried it yet." she offered him a small smile before adding: "if you see it, let me know. i would love to try a piece."

Arthur nodded his head, understanding her words to be more of a polite formality than something she would truly consider. He could not blame her for not feeling inclined to share more with him, and he almost felt foolish for having even extended the offer to begin with, feeling like he had overstepped in some way. Really, why would anyone want a friendship with him? He should have known better than to think that his offer would be received in any positive manner. "Yes..well...you're...you're most welcome, Miss Patel." He replied to her thanks with his best attempt at a smile, and giving a small bow of his head. Deciding it was best that he change the subject to something (as much as he dreaded it) more casual, he cleared his throat. "Have you...er...have had the chance to try the cake yet?" He asked. "I've heard that it's...well...I've heard that it's quite delectable, though I...I have yet to try it myself."

[memento-morri-writes]

This is far from my best work, but it's 1:30am, and I needed to get this down before I slept or lost my mind. So here, take a snippet of Rook seeing Zara again for the first time in 3 years.

Trying, and failing, to keep his voice from shaking, [Rook] said “Hello, Captain.” Mouth still open in surprise, [Zara] replied “Well, hello yourself.” The reality of what she was seeing seemed to hit her as she rounded the desk. “Rook, is that really you?” He nodded. “It’s me.” Zara ran towards him, stopping just short of touching him, and said “What did she do to you?” Rook’s heart stuttered and he had to brush his fingers together to confirm Sigmar’s ring was still in place. Could she possibly see through its illusion? But then he remembered what Lanny had said. She knew where you were. His throat clenched and he choked out “Two years.” A wave of grief swept across Zara’s face as she said “I’m so, so sorry.” Rook shook his head vigorously. “It’s not your fault.” Zara ignored him. “It is my fault. I failed you. As your captain, it’s my responsibility to keep you safe, and I failed you.” Rook wanted to say something, to reassure her, but she pushed on. “She sent me letters, told me all the terrible things she was doing to you. I… I let you down.” Those words hit Rook with the force of a dozen cannonballs. Lanny had said that Zara knew Wolf had him, but knowing that Zara had been aware of what Wolf was doing to him… somehow that was more painful than any wound Wolf had ever inflicted. He barely managed to force his next words out around the lump in his throat. “Where were you?” And why didn’t you come? “She said she’d kill you if I came to get you. Or if I hired anyone to get you. You’re standing here because I stopped sailing.” 

(honorary one-time tag for @space-writes bc I remember you enjoyed my other bits about Rook and Zara.)

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you know it's bad when you hit the 30 tag limit

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

See Elaine I don't DISAGREE. Because you're right. Stede would really really really be unable to cope with hearing Ed saying mean things to him even during a roleplay because they are just so deeply each other's safe person.

But I think it would actually be a bit harder to hit those triggers for Stede? With Ed, even the generic stuff "ooh, you've been so naughty, you're such a bad boy," I think even that could easily skirt WAY too close to home and push on tender spots that he just can't handle coming from Stede.

And I think Stede's would actually be more specific, if that makes sense? Like, if they're doing, say, a rebellious royal roleplay and Stede is the noble adventurer sneaking into the princess' bedroom, or if he's a naughty local library patron who hasn't paid fees on time and must therefore eat out the kind and charitable librarian in payment, then I think that would scratch an itch that he really likes having scratched. Getting to feel "naughty" and rebellious and "bad," in a "bad-boy" type of way, I think, would be very affirming for him. He hasn't gotten to feel cool and rebellious a lot in his life, and he loves feeling that way.

And while the specific things that will hurt Stede will be a bit more buried than Ed's, I think they'll also probably be a lot harder to predict. Ed calling him "soft," like "please, you expect the Dread Pyrate Blackbeard to allow himself to be ravished by someone so soft?" They're going to need to stop that scene. Ed pretending to argue with him and getting just a bit too into it - a ravishment fantasy goes terribly wrong when Ed spits at him that he's a monster, defiling a beautiful lady like this! Even something as simple as Ed calling him "baby" and it hitting Stede's ears wrong.

Love and respect for everyone who writes fun sexy scenarios where Ed's been a very naughty boy and needs Stede to ""punish"" him but I honestly can't imagine that situation going any other way than Ed just absolutely inconsolable, sobbing from the mere suggestion of Stede calling him "bad"

[mieczyhale]

post: steve shaves his head

me: ..okay.. i guess i get it..

post: and then eddie shaves his head

me, anxious and nauseous: NO THE FUCK HE DOES NOT

[2024skin]

literally when I see women being frustrated with other women for staying with abusive men I feel like I'm watching the ouroboros. Like I get it, it happens to everyone, I've been there, but it's so self sabatoging.

[hauntingblue]

Skypiea time

Robin saying that because I know she only got on a ship to then leave it...

Nami sees Conis and gets sanji out of there so SHE can talk to her akdhksajka not a single second lost

Hello my favourite panel of nami maybe ever

Sillies...

CHOPPER YOU ARE THE CUTEST

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[cocklessboy]

The other day I told a friend of mine that I never forget to take my ADHD meds because I fucking love my ADHD meds. I'm in my late 30s, I didn't finally get a diagnosis and meds until less than two years ago, and they have changed my entire life.

And he raised his eyebrow at me. We'd been discussing addictive medications a few minutes before, like the Tramadol I finally got from the pain specialist to take once a week or so to give me a break from my chronic pain, so I reassured him that methylpenidate (Ritalin/Concerta) is not addictive (at least not in people with ADHD).

His response? To raise his eyebrow even harder and say "Well it sure SOUNDS like it's addictive!"

And I had to explain to this man - who works in a healthcare related job by the way - that just because medication makes you feel good and helps you, just because you look forward to taking it, that doesn't make it addictive or dangerous. And he wasn't convinced.

The simple fact that I was excited to take a daily pill that has literally changed my life, after decades of fighting to get that medication, made him think I shouldn't be taking it so often. That it must inherently be dangerous.

I'm not even in America, but I'm pretty sure this attitude began there and then spread over here to Europe. This Puritan idea of "if something feels good, you must beware of it. Pleasure is dangerous, it is sinful, it is addiction, it is evil."

I know too many people who subconsciously believe that pleasure = addictive = dangerous = bad. Joy is a slippery slope to hell.

So here is your reminder for today that you don't need to be afraid of feeling good. If something improves your life, use it. Even if it is addictive - learn what that addiction means, whether the addiction is inherently dangerous or not, and whether the benefits outweigh the drawbacks and risks.

My ADHD meds are, in fact, not addictive. But I will take them every day because they make my life orders of magnitude easier. I will enjoy them every time I take them.

My tramadol is addictive. I will still take it. I will keep it on a schedule to avoid becoming addicted, primarily because addiction in this case would mean reduced effectiveness. But I am not afraid of my painkillers. They are life changing.

Take your meds, everyone. Don't let anyone scare you away from doing something that improves your life.

[gutsby]

Make It Stick

Pairing: Old!Joel x Reader

Summary: Joel never thought he’d need a vasectomy. Then, one night, he accidentally finishes inside you.

Warnings: 18+. Unprotected-peepaw-p-in-v (I’m sorry). Accidental creampie. Age gap. Cumplay. Breeding kink. Ovulation has led me places I wouldn’t go with a gun.

Note: Convergence is a painting by Jackson Pollock. We studied it in high school and I thought it looked like jizz idk

Word count: 4.7k

He should’ve gotten snipped when he had the chance.

Should’ve taken the plunge, faced his fears of needles and fluorescent-washed doctor’s offices like any man his age could have done and gotten the damn vasectomy. Now he was here, nearly two decades older and still none the wiser in this cold, dead world with a pretty young thing like you between his sheets. In lieu of elective surgery, Joel Miller had only to grit his teeth, bite hard, and repeat over and over again in his head, desperate:

‘Don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum, DON’T—’

Words like those normally worked. With women that weren’t you, they tended to serve him exceedingly well.

But you were just so tight. And wet. And welcoming. And try as Joel might to pretend like he got laid on a regular basis, the truth was that he didn’t. Wouldn’t. Couldn’t seem to think straight when it came to this fixation he’d developed for you, so, instead, he let his dick do all the decision-making whenever he found himself around you. Ten times out of ten that ended in:

“J-J-Joel—oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck—I’m gonna CUM.”

And that made it worth every last life-endangering drop.

Feeling how your flushed, lithe body came apart beneath his touch. How you needed him. How your eyes grew to half the size of your face and you gaped up at the man, lips parted, like you couldn’t even comprehend how the friction of seven inches could make you feel so good.

If he had it his way, he would’ve loved nothing more than to show you that feeling every night, and twice the next morning if his hip wasn’t giving him too much trouble.

But, at present, the man had bigger fish to fry. Like not becoming a new father at fifty-nine if he could help it.

With the last two fluttering pulses of your heat, and almost going cross-eyed from the pleasure as he felt it, Joel yanked his big, slippery cock out of your body and made a fist around his member as he always knew to do. Tugged and pulled and grunted above you—‘Sweet girl, you’re so fuckin’ good to me’—and watched your tits and your belly for the milky white ropes to ensue.

Strangely, though, your skin stayed the same.

No cum-spray Convergence appeared before him, no opaque and cloudy fluids dribbling down your ribs, nothing. Your stomach was as bare as the rest of you, save for a few beads of sweat, and that was all there was.

Joel shook his dick harder, confused. Beneath him, you were still coming down from your high smiling ear-to-ear and staring blissfully at the ceiling. Your chest rose and fell, rose and fell in quick succession, and while you endeavored to recollect your mind, Joel was losing his.

Where the FUCK was his cum?

In no naked horizontal tango to date had Joel simply…cum without noticing. Shit like that just didn’t happen to men, least of all to ones his age, so when he’d wrung his poor cock like a sodden towel and still saw nothing come out, he felt his stomach turn and plummet inside him.

He dropped to his hands and knees in less than a moment and lowered his head between your legs.

“No, Joel!” you squealed, giggling. Kicking your feet, “Another round and I’m gonna combust, you old perv!”

But Joel wasn’t looking to get his dick wet again. He was inspecting you. Or trying to, anyway. Quickly realizing he couldn’t see a thing in the darkness, he let out a breath through his nose and lifted you off the bed. Your naked frame thrown over his shoulder, bare hip beside his head and your strangled, muffled cry of, ‘What the hell, Joel?!’ hardly seemed to register with the man carrying you off.

You were toted to the bathroom. Joel was about to ease you down on your feet. Then, appearing to change his mind at the last second, he set you onto the sink instead. Your skin bristled with indignation, anger. A little arousal.

“Last time we did it on a sink we broke the faucet,” you reminded him, feigning more dismay than you really felt inside. If anything, you liked it when your fossil-age fuckbuddy switched things up. You were just exhausted.

Heedless of your words, Joel kneeled on the floor and pried your legs apart before him. When you swatted at his silver-flecked head, he brushed your hand away.

“Hold still,” he grunted.

“How come?”

“‘Cause I said.”

How quickly he commanded that tone of a father.

“Wanna sleep,” you groaned, about to roll your eyes.

But you couldn’t deny you liked being doted on by him.

Joel’s touch was gentle. Probing. Spidering down the most sensitive parts of your bare lower half, between your thighs, and slowly coaxing you closer to the edge of the sink. Your breath hitched when you saw his head tilt.

He appeared to be deep in thought—a rare sight for anyone who’d seen Joel Miller in the postcoital state. Most every time he’d blown his load before, the man was dead asleep within ten minutes. His joints could barely hold himself upright after a half hour of plowing the back forty, much less carry you, too, so you were puzzled now.

He thumbed at the seam of your cunt, and you whined:

“Jo-el—”

“Can ya…push, baby?” His eyes flitted up quickly.

“Push?”

“Yeah, just…” With a look you couldn’t quite read, he placed the palm of his other hand on your belly. Then, pressing, “Like this. Like you’re squeezin’ somethin’ out.”

You cocked a brow in muted confusion but did as he asked. You watched his gaze, and it stayed on you.

Or, rather, on that soft and pliant spot between your legs the old man seemed to favor so much. On any other occasion, in a position like this, he surely would’ve been wearing a smile. Tonight, his lips curled into a grimace.

And twisted even further when you ‘pushed’ like you did.

At first you felt nothing. A gentle clench of your walls supplied little more than a sense of having been stretched—no novel concept to you, who’d spent the last three-and-a-half months or so getting fucked by the finest AARP affiliate alive most every night. It wasn’t until you clamped down again that you got the feeling there was something else. Something thick and warm and slow as molasses trickling out from between your folds.

You let out a low, tender, ‘Mmph’ without meaning to; it felt kind of nice. Beneath you, Joel’s face turned grave.

He watched as his spend oozed out of your freshly-fucked hole and thought of vasectomies again.

You were young—too young to know better. Too sweet and naïve to see any peril in spreading your legs for a man like him, in a world like this. And Joel swore he’d be careful. But no post-apocalyptic birth control method was perfect, or even close to it, and it was clear he’d relied too heavily on reflexes to keep him from cumming inside you. Joel was old—too old to be doing this shit.

Too grown and well-versed in sex to be making mistakes as stupid as that. His brow pinched in, and he drew his next breath as if the air around him was growing scarce.

“Joel, what’s—”

“When’s the last time you— you— uh…bled?”

Hardly more in control of his face than the rate his heart went thudding in his chest, Joel winced at the end. This time, you were the one to knit your eyebrows together. You could tell by that tight, discomfited tone he wasn’t talking papercuts, but were still unsure of his purpose.

“Like two, two and a half weeks ago. Why?”

Well, fuck.

Joel buried his face in his hands. You scooted closer to the sink’s edge, thinking little of his cum leaking out.

“Why?” you tried again. Softer this time.

An old, weathered head lifted to greet you. It was bleak.

“You see this?” Joel paused. Swiping his finger through the viscous white substance that had trickled out on the counter, in a puddle now, “Y’know what it means, right?”

You let his look, and the question, remain suspended in air for a second. Then another. Then you shrugged.

“Yeah. But…you’re old,” came your answer at length.

You’re old.

Joel and you both knew as much, but the former wasn’t quite following your train of thought. Still wanting to try and mitigate damages while he could, though, Joel reached for the roll of toilet paper that was fastened to the wall and tore himself a strip. He bunched it up and, reaching for one of your knees to spread you further for him, took to daubing the tissue across your entrance.

“What’s me bein’ old got to do with anything?” A little sharp, then, seeing you flinch when he drew too close to your clit, “‘m sorry, baby, just— gotta get this out of you.”

You made a face but let him continue anyway. Your eyes followed each movement of his hand, and reflexively, the muscles in your thighs tightened. Why bother with this when the man has so many better uses for his hands?

For a second, your eyes fluttered half-shut.

“Maria says old folks are, uh…infertile. Got something to do with a middle pause,” you said, breaths labored.

Joel stopped just long enough to shoot you a look.

“Menopause,” he corrected, all too matter-of-fact, before returning to his work, “is a woman thing.”

What the hell were they teaching in Jackson’s sex ed classes, anyway? Then Joel remembered how his brother sincerely believed that women peed out of their vaginas until he was twenty-three, and the thought of you not knowing the ins and outs of male virility wasn’t the most far-fetched idea in the universe. Besides, sexual health wasn’t exactly the community’s highest priority when the world around it was in a perpetual state of decay and hordes of fungus-faced fuckers ran rampant in the wild.

He curved a tender, careful finger against the ring of muscles framing your sex, trying to absorb more cum, and your grip on the edge of the countertop tightened.

“S-So, you—” You swallowed, throat constricting a little too, “You’re sayin’…men can make babies…whenever?”

You sounded so innocent as you said it. Joel wanted nothing more than to club himself over the head for being the cause of this predicament—of being such an instrumental part of the perceived corruption, as it was.

Meanwhile, your head was swimming in filthier thoughts.

Deeper, Joel, keep…pushing in…dee-e-per. You would have scarcely had more luck giving a fuck what Joel was talking about now than if he’d just said the room was on fire. By his voice, you knew you should’ve been paying attention, but the dexterity of his fingers was too much. He was caressing the first couple inches of your inner walls, attempting to scrape what bits of his release he could get unstuck from the flesh, but it seemed he was succeeding mostly in just turning you on. Rendering you deaf to the drone of his words as you pictured him pushing something else inside your tight, throbbing—

“—whole lotta problems for us if you’re, uh…ovulating,” Joel finished, expression taut and oblivious. You hadn’t heard the first part of that sentence and didn’t care to.

“Ovulating,” you repeated slowly. Indifferent.

Joel carried on without a hitch.

“Kids just ain’t fit for this world. I know you know that.”

You nodded along, not hearing a word.

“And if you’re— if y’ever did consider, maybe…”

Your lungs took an extra sharp inhale when Joel’s fingers coaxed out a warm, sticky glob of his load, and he petted your folds with his thumb. Then let out a breath himself.

“…y’oughta start a family with someone your own age—”

That part snagged your attention. Too swiftly, it came:

“My own age?”

Sighing, in spite of those welts of pleasure so heightened by his touch that the space between your legs began to throb and ache. Hardly possessed of more sense to form words that weren’t just echoes of his own, you tried communication from a simpler source—your foot.

You nudged his shoulder, and Joel looked up.

“What?”

“What?”

Parroting was, evidently, a hard habit to kill. Your toes curled into the bare skin of Joel’s shoulder, and when he re-inserted his finger, you ground your heel even deeper.

“When’s that ev…ever stopped us from doing it before, hm?” you said, tone strained but laced with some humor too, “Thought you liked sayin’ you’d make me a mama.”

Joel’s face flooded pink at the recollection—as a matter of fact, there had been several such memories. Instead of answering immediately, he just averted his gaze again. He anchored one hand to your thigh, and with the other teased out another string of your shared arousal before wiping his finger on the tissue, clinically, and repeating. All he had to offer in reply after was: ‘That’s different.’

And it was, to some extent. Joel wasn’t blind to the sea of uneasy looks that trailed behind you both whenever you walked the streets of Jackson together. How wide the eyes would get when instead of observing some filial display of affection play out before them, as expected, you’d loop your arms around his waist and take his lip between your teeth as you kissed—‘Can we please go home now, baby?’—that Joel was certain he’d been cemented as the resident pervert among everyone in town. Just how much worse that reputation was liable to get if there ever happened to be a round and swollen belly between that embrace someday was unthinkable. Dirty talk was one thing; parenthood another entirely.

This is for the best, became the low, grating refrain in his skull. Why he dug so hard, pushed so far inside the wet, velvety interior of your body without a thought for his own desires in that moment; he had to cull every trace of himself out of there, before he had half a chance to think.

“Baby, hey, hey, no—” Joel cut in a second later, abrupt.

No, no, no. You weren’t thinking either. Wrapping your hand around his wrist, pushing his fingers deeper inside.

Smiling a little, too.

“What are you— no, honey, don’t— you can’t,” Joel’s words splintered in every direction, watching you plunge his own index and middle fingers into the slick and the warmth he’d just been trying to get his cum out of. He looked up and saw your lids were heavy, about to close.

“What are you doin’? This ain’t…no, baby, it ain’t…safe.”

Back to sounding like a dad in no time at all.

“What’s wrong with leaving it in a bit longer? Feels nice.”

You had no idea what you were talking about. Joel pulled back on his hand and, in less than a second, had it freed.

“I just told you,” he huffed, “You’re too young—”

“I’m plenty old, Joel,” you returned, eyes snapping open, “You’ve shown me that more times than I can count.”

Joel was silent, stunned. He rose to his feet as your eyes seared holes into his, and for a second, he was uncertain whether to take a step back or reach out for you again.

“Baby…”

To his surprise, something like hurt surfaced behind your eyes. You set your lips in a tighter line, and your grip on the counter grew firmer just the same. He would’ve taken that move as his cue to lean in gently, slot his body between your thighs, and venture an apology of some sort, when the next thing you did stopped him cold.

Without a word, you slipped your free hand between your legs—eyeing Joel closely, almost scornfully, as you did.

You took your middle and ring fingers and sank them into your cunt. Not intending to let a drop of his spend leak out, you wedged them in as far as they’d go. Joel watched. Gawked. Once sufficiently pleased with the look of shock taking over his handsome, aged features, you withdrew the fingers. You brought them up to your mouth, wrapped your lips around the tips, and sucked.

It was a rare thing to get a taste of you and Joel together like this, so you savored it. You moved your mouth further down to drink it all in, peering up with wide, indulgent eyes and a look that was meant to punish.

Feels nice.

Tastes alright, too.

You’d licked the last bit of this glaze off your hand when your stomach clenched. You knew it would happen. Full as you were, you feared your body still hungered for more. As such, it hardly came as a surprise when next your muscles tensed, and you shifted closer to Joel.

“Maybe I don’t want babies with someone my own age.”

Either one of your knees were nudging his hips. Drawing him in. Joel appeared to waver for a second, unsure, but the look on his face made it clear this was mostly a matter of a delayed reaction. He couldn’t get his legs to move because the rest of him was still in awe. Staring at your lips, where the residue of his spend was glistening, then to your eyes, which were no less inviting, then up to the crown of your head and over it, to fix his stare on the mirror behind it. You watched him watch his own reflection with a look that was both hard and unkind, breathing slow. When he didn’t stir from that position after a minute, you touched a hand to his lower stomach.

And, brushing the heel of your palm against what felt like a hundred grey hairs in the old man’s happy trail—your favorite ones—you smoothed a caress along his belly, back and forth, before moving it left. Your hand came to rest on a mound of muscle and fat sitting right above his hip. Love handles, Joel had remarked one morning with vague distaste. Love handles, you’d repeated, beaming. You held on tightly now, appreciatively, and used your well-loved wall of flesh to pull him closer. As with any beckoning of yours, Joel didn’t have so much as half a mind to resist. He did, however, refuse to meet your gaze while you tilted your hips and spread your legs wider, before winding your ankles around the backs of his legs.

“Don’t you think I’d look pretty?” You pouted up at him. Your folds made a light, warm suction rubbing along the front of Joel’s cock—of course he’d grown hard again, and you could hold him, point him down to that wet embrace awaiting him patiently at the edge of the sink.

Joel cursed under his breath.

“‘Course I do…” he said, voice hoarse, “Y’always look—”

“I mean…with your baby inside me, Joel. Right here.”

As if to put a finer point on your words, you nestled the head of his cock inside the first inch of your body. Joel had to seize the laminate underneath you and grit his teeth to keep from letting out a groan too loud. That tip may as well have been a first-rate conductor of heat, and your warmth the thing that might send him spilling again

“You don’t—” Joel choked out, nearly incensed, “—don’t know what the hell you’re sayin’, baby. What that means.”

In truth, there wasn’t a world Joel Miller could imagine where a girl like you could give more than a passing thought to getting knocked up by him—a man his age. What good would it do? You had your whole life laid out before you like a four-course dinner spread; there was no sense whatsoever in letting the meal go to waste on him.

He communicated as much by moving to pull out.

You met the effort with a push of your own, sinking down another inch or two on his shaft and smiling when you saw his eyes roll back in his head at the dizzying friction.

“I know more than enough, old man—” Grin stretching ear-to-ear as you dug your heels in his ass and tugged him deeper, “—who do you think taught me all this?”

Of course, it had been Joel.

Always, always him—the only one, in fact.

Your walls drew him in like a hug. For once, Joel conjured up the strength to take a look between your lower half and his, and when he did, the next moan was inevitable. It trickled through his lips. Your body looked sublime swallowing a third of his cock, and it was almost as though a maggot had crawled into his brain, chanting:

‘Make her full. Make her yours. Tell any man who’d even think of looking her way she belongs to someone else.’

He couldn’t.

Joel would never be so selfish. Just think of her youth.

But when his gaze drifted back to yours, every thought and any word besides seemed gently to melt away. Beneath him, your eyes were two pools of desire.

“You like this…don’t you, Joel?” Your voice was tiny.

“I do.”

In fact, he loved it.

“Then why can’t we?” Why shouldn’t we?

Minuscule now, the words that reached him barely exceeded a whisper. It was as though the moment itself had drained all fear from your face—and out of Joel, all common sense from his brain—leaving you both to stare at the other with shared, stupid, anoetic looks of bliss. The man who had you beat by thirty-odd years seemed nearly of the same mind, with almost identical ignorance.

Idiocy.

“Just once?” Joel croaked.

Somewhere underneath, unseen, you smiled.

“Just one?” you murmured back.

He sank in another inch. When your walls contracted around him, Joel’s hands found your hips by force of habit and pushed your back against the glass behind it. The mirror was cool, and inside you, Joel was throbbing.

“Once,” he repeated, not thinking too deeply.

“One,” you said, with a world of more purpose.

Joel relinquished the last three inches, and with it, all of his resolve. The handsome, scarred, and plainly greying features all twisted as one, and the expression that you knew too well to mean that the man was feeling good took on the slightest hint of guilt. He gripped you tighter.

“One?” Joel panted. Confused.

He pulled out halfway just to find his home again. Your pearly slick mixed together with his spend, and both coated over Joel’s shaft in a pretty, generous sheen.

“One more of you, I mean.” You sounded too sweet. There was no way in hell you’d actually meant it.

Joel’s cheeks flushed again, but he didn’t stop, either.

“Baby…” he trailed off instead. He pushed in, pulled out, felt your tender little hole make an ‘o’ around his shaft, and then he kissed the edge of your left cheek—maybe to rein in the need in his words before he spoke again: “One’a me takes and I’m givin’ ya fifteen more, y’hear?”

The smile he received told him as much as he needed to hear. He probably wouldn’t have believed it even if you’d said the words yourself. Joel’s thrusts sped up, and as the pleasure distended in the pit of his stomach with the friction and the feel, his words flowed a little more freely.

In disbelief, “Wanna be a mama that bad for me, huh?”

Your grin grew bigger. You nodded your head.

“Make your old man a daddy, is that it?”

Exactly. Senseless as it was, your look said it all.

To have slipped between the grooves and ridges of Joel’s brain and caught wind of even a fraction of the things he wanted to do to you then, a smarter girl would have run. Would have shoved him back out as swiftly as she’d let him in and told him no, that’s gross, and gone home. And, had the grey matter floating inside your own skull not been so completely dominated by primal need and wanting, that’s likely what you would have done, too. Instead, with a head full of lewd, youthful stupidity, you seized the black-grey curls dangling at the nape of his neck and drew him closer. You spread your legs wider.

“That is what you’ve wanted this whole time, right?”

Under his scruff, a muscle tensed as Joel bit down.

That’s all he’s ever wanted.

Let the neighbors talk.

Let them say what they wanted to say—it was probably all true to the point they were trying to make, anyway. That Joel was a pervert, of course. That you were naïve, also true. That you would look too good not to stare in a white cotton frock with a bump underneath, absolutely. These were the ideas permeating your brain and his while Joel took a firmer hold of your sides and brought his nose to rest against yours. With every stab of his hips, he pressed kisses to your soft, parted lips, speaking low:

“That what you want, too, darlin’?” More serious now.

The head of his cock nicked a sensitive ridge inside you, eliciting a whimper, but you nodded. You nodded again, feeling the brush of his stubble at your mouth and your chin, and nodded again when he bottomed out, stuffing you tight. It felt a little more momentous than any other time in the past, now that you were picturing a fullness that wasn’t just him. Him and you: a concrete being to soothe the sting of his absence long after Joel withdrew.

Something to stick.

“Please say it, baby.”

Someone to call yours.

“I want it,” you said, sounding desperate.

A coil was just starting to form in the place you felt him. Drifting up, pulling tight, making your eyes go glossy and wide while they stuck to Joel’s and begged him for more.

“Want what?” He sped up, and his thrusts got sloppy.

“Want you,” you breathed, “Inside me, Joel, please.”

As if predicting your next thoughts, the man lowered his hand to your belly. You hadn’t even noticed the smallest bulge had taken shape beneath the skin. Joel slowed, momentarily, then rubbed the base of his palm against the mound where your body was obliged to make room for his cock inside you. He drew soft, tender circles there and, with the motion, sent stars flying before your eyes.

“Good girl,” he murmured, “Right here?”

“Ri— right there. Right there.”

Joel adored that sound. The soft, elated look, the gentle knoll of flesh in a bump below his hand, the whimpers rolling off your tongue repeatedly, quicker and quicker the more the pleasure inside you continued to build. Joel’s release was coming soon, too. For the hundredth time that night, he silently wished he were a little younger; so he could fill you up once, twice, twenty more times until your insides were stuffed and painted white. As if reading his mind, as he had for you, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

“Hope our baby has your eyes,” you murmured to him.

It shouldn’t have had such a strong effect—but of course, it did. Joel pictured the small, sweet infant with irises that shone a bit like his, and his stomach caved in.

Tonight, tomorrow, or ten months down the line, he was getting you pregnant. He’d clear his whole schedule for it

“That right?” And now he couldn’t stop the smile as he spoke, leaning even further in, “What about their nose?”

He kissed the tip of yours.

“Hope they get this.”

He kissed either one of your cheeks.

“These too.”

You had to fight back a laugh while his scruff tickled skin. Two deep strokes away from the brink of release and he still somehow always stayed in tune with your needs.

The threat of your peak was perilously near. Joel’s spend and your slick, tender glaze made a chorus of sounds at each thrust, and the deeper he went, the bigger it swelled. Your smiles couldn’t stay for much longer when the feeling inside you both was being amplified like that. Sensing this, Joel took hold of your face and slipped his touch to cup your chin. He made you tilt your head up to him, as if to ask again, ‘Are you sure?’ and when you nodded, his lips twitched again. A fleeting hint of a grin, like he couldn’t be more eager to finish now if he tried.

Holding your face, cock swollen and throbbing and desperate between your walls, he felt a familiar twitch.

There it is.