#i love you so so much it's so good to have you back :(

[succubusvalentine]

Simon Riley and Phone Sex. CW : phone sex, dirty talk, sex toys, masturbation.

Simon had been on a mission for almost a month now. You'd done everything to keep yourself busy.

You had cleaned the house from top to bottom, gone to all the flea markets within an hours drive, and used the toy Simon got you a while ago more times than you could count.

You were sat in bed with a tub of ice cream, a sight that would have Simon telling you to put it back in the fridge because you aren't getting it on the sheets.

You furrowed your brows as your phone rang, it was far too late for anyone to be calling you at the moment. You were about to let it ring out, before you realised that it could be Simon.

"Simon?" You asked hopefully as you answered. A shiver running down your spine as you heard a familiar deep chuckle.

"Excited to 'ear from me, Swee'eart?" Simon asked.

"'Course I am! I didn't think you'd be back in service until you landed back here"

"Though' so too. But the mission finished up faster than we thought. We're staying the night in Berlin. Fly back in the mornin'"

Simon could hear the hitch in your breath from your excitement. And he chuckled again. 'Missin' me that bad?"

You made a needy noise before you could stop it. And you could practically hear Simons brow raise.

"How many times have you touched yourself to the though' of me while I've been gone, hm?"

"So many, Si"

"Touch yourself again so I can hear how wet you are f'me" Simon growled.

Immediately you shoved your panties down, wetting your fingers in your mouth before rubbing your clit in figure eights. a small whine coming from you immediately.

"Got no idea how much I miss you baby. Miss your cunt too. Fucking hand hasn't been good enough. Miss how tight and warm you are. Sounds you make" Simon growled as you began to hear the slick sound of his hand on his cock.

You gave up with your fingers and hastily grabbed your toy from your bedside table. Turning it on and letting it begin buzzing against your clit. Your moans filling the bedroom.

"Simon" you whined "please, please 'm close"

"Know you are, princess. You're doing so good. Come on, Come for me. Be a slut f'me"

You made another desperate sound, only egging Simon on. "Can't wait to watch you bounce on my cock. To taste your sweet cunt again. Fuck, I miss how sweet you taste f'me"

You let out a loud moan as you came. Your thighs clamping around the toy.

As you slowly recovered, you heard the familiar mix between a moan and a growl that Simon let out as he came.

"You alrigh', Princess?" Simon asked. And you made a small sound of agreement. Making him chuckle. "Get some sleep baby, I'll be home early tomorrow. I love you"

You murmur an exhausted 'love you too' before sleep overtook you.

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[shikaizer]

babytalk. paigebueckers x reader.

during paige's post-game interview, your daughter steals the spotlight by being too talkative and would ask where you are over and over, melting hearts.

fluff. | this is my apology post for that angst fic i did 🫡

the bright lights of the media room cast a soft glow over the backdrop emblazoned with the teams logo, paige sat in the center chair, dressed in her team hoodie and jeans, her hair pulled into a messy bun after the intense match but the real star wasnt paige, at least, not today.

in her arms, cradled against her chest, was your daughter celes, just shy of three years old, all soft curls and wide eyes, with a tiny pink hoodie pulled halfway up one shoulder, she had insisted on being with paige today, and you had let her, needing a little time to yourself to run errands and take a breather, you kissed them both goodbye, your daughter pouting dramatically before agreeing as long as she could "hold mama's hand the whole time."

now, the reporters were doing their best to keep the questions going, but everyone was a little too distracted by the scene in front of them.

paige adjusted the mic and answered a question about the team's second half strategy, her voice calm and professional, but just as she launched into her explanation, your daughter leaned into the mic and, with the perfect clarity only toddlers have when its least convenient, asked.

“wheres mama?” paige blinked, paused mid sentence, then laughed softly, the entire room melted “she’ll be back soon, baby,” paige whispered, brushing her daughters hair back and pressing a kiss to her forehead “ypu know mama went to the store, remember?”

celes nodded, then looked out at the room full of journalists and cameras “shes coming back?” she asked, this time with a hint of worry, her little fingers gripping paiges hoodie tighter.

“shes always coming back” paige said warmly, eyes softening “she loves you so much.”

one of the reporters near the front smiled and said into their mic “i think she just asked the most important question of the night.”

the room laughed, but it was gentle, affectionate laughter, the kind people cant help when something pure sneaks into a space that’s usually all business.

paige went on answering questions, all while holding your daughter securely against her, every few minutes, your little girl would interrupt with another observation.

“that man has a funny voice.”

“mama says I can have cookies if I’m good.”

“paige, i want juice.”

and of course, every few minutes “wheres mama now?”

“shes almost back" paige would say with a smile, and the cameras would catch her swaying slightly, instinctively rocking your daughter like she used to when she was a baby.

by the end of the interview, there were more photos taken of your daughter clinging to Paige than of anything actually game related.

when you finally returned, stepping into the hallway just as Paige walked out of the interview room, your daughter squealed and reached her arms out to you like you just returned from a year away.

“theres my girls” you said, smiling as paige passed her to you.

“she stole the show” paige chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist “didnt stop talking about you the entire time.”

you kissed your daughters cheek, then leaned over and kissed Paige just as softly “guess shes got good taste.”

from behind you, a reporter snapped one last candid photo a moment of love, messy hair, tired eyes, and all, The kind of moment that tells its own story.

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[norrisainz33]

baby blue || cs55

☆ summary: carlos sainz is married to famous pop star y/n who has been connected to the f1 world for years having been a mercedes ambassador and good friends with lewis hamilton. after a video of y/n and lewis surfaces, y/n shares some big news with the spanish driver.

☆ pairing: carlos sainz x famous!wife!reader x lewis hamilton

☆ fc & warnings: rihanna! a little angsty, mentions of pregnancy, translated spanish

☆ requested: yes! thanks for this idea and for your patience. had to add in some written parts to this to tell the story! hope you enjoy xxoo

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user1: pink is your color

dualipa: real! miss u my sweet gorgeous girl

user33: you just gonna post like we didnt see the video from the paddock

user18: no for realllll like girl be soooo for real

user1: nah nah nah you guys need to but out you know nothing!! they're just friends. we dont need to scrutinize everything they do

tatemcrae: my icon fr

user2: ynlewis supremacy

user8: seems like shes a ynlewis truther herself bsed on that video

user3: lewishamilton come get your girl

user4: more like carlossainz55 come get your girl yikes

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staring down at your phone you watched as the video played over and over each replay making your stomach twist a little more. you cursed yourself for not remembering where you were before having your very public breakdown in front of lewis at ferrari hospitality. what was supposed to be a quick visit to tell lewis (one of your closest friends) that red suited him and say a quick hello to alexandra had spiraled into something entirely different. one moment you were complimenting him and the next you were sobbing in his arms. of course, the media caught every second of it and in true fashion they plastered the video everywhere. the rumors started flying almost immediately with the world convinced you and lewis were more than just friends as they have been for years.

but here's how the conversation really went:

"hi lewis!! god that red is doing wonders for you right now," you smiled as you took in the sight of your best friend decked out in ferrari gear.

"thanks, y/n/n. i think so too," he grinned - his confidence and happiness clear.

"you ready to hop in that car and show everyone you’ve still got it grandpa?"

"absolutely. you know better than anyone how much i want to make this work." his voice was full of sincerity and something about the way he said it made your chest tighten and tears started welling up in your eyes.

"oh no, don't cry on me now…" he said his hand gently brushing at your cheek.

you laughed but it was shaky as the tears fully spilled down your face. "sorry, sorry… i just - i'm so excited for you, and i miss danny and checo," you rambled suddenly feeling overwhelmed. he gave you a confused look not exactly sure where all of this was coming form.

"something tells me there's more to this, y/n/n," he said his tone shifting as he took a step closer.

without thinking, you blurted it out. "i’m pregnant."

lewis froze for a split second before pulling you into a tight hug, letting you cry into his shoulder. the kind of cry that left you feeling both raw and relieved at the same time.

"hey, hey— the cameras are loving this," alexandra’s voice suddenly broke through and she frantically pushed both of you toward the ferrari hospitality area her tone full of urgency.

as she led the way you couldn’t help but feel the weight of everything.... the unexpected turn your life had taken and the way the world was watching every moment unfold and it was too late to take it all back now.

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user1: wow a rare carlos sighting on a story.. awk timing after that vid....

carlossainz55: wow posting me? surprised its not lewis.

ynuser: carlos don't start please. you know its not like that

carlossainz55: then why was it lewis holding you while you were crying and not me? and why won’t you even tell me what happened?

ynuser: i did tell you. it’s just been so overwhelming lately especially with the pressure from my label to release new music. on top of that i haven’t been feeling great which makes everything harder. you literally held my hair while i threw up all night. come on carlos please.

carlossainz55: mi amor you know I’ve had a hard time with your relationship with lewis. and now that he’s taken my seat… it just gets harder to see him in ferrari red while comforting my wife. it’s hard not to feel jealous!

ynuser: i’m really sorry carlos. i can’t even imagine how that feels. focus on your last practice session and get the data you need. we can talk properly when you’re back at the hotel ok?

carlossainz55: fine but you’ll explain everything word for word right?

ynuser: of course. now go -- i see on tv that the power’s back on

carlossainz55: yeah yeah ill go. i love you -- even when im upset

ynuser: i love you too. always

user33: damage control?

alexandrasaintmleux: love you pretty girl. please let me know if you need anything both charlie and i are here for you too

ynuser: i love you more alex 🤍 thank you for always supporting me. oh and for noticing the cameras before they got too much

alexandrasaintmleux: thats what friends are for. please please please keep me updated

user10: i just know everyone's tearing u up in these replies so im here to say i love and support you bb

lewishamilton: did you tell him yet?

ynuser: considering you’re both at the same testing... no I haven’t

lewishamilton: oh don't give me that. you could have told him last night!!

ynuser: yeah well i was scared!!

lewishamilton: sweetheart, the faster you rip off the bandaid the faster he (and everyone else) stops getting the complete wrong idea

ynuser: i know i know i know!!!!!! easier said than done here lewis.

lewishamilton: he tried to approach me this morning and i was able to avoid it but if he comes to me and starts asking what is up... i'm not going to lie

ynuser: alright message received. him and i agreed to talk everything out tonight.

lewishamilton: good.

user11: idc abt this man release new music pls im begging its been ages

schecoperez: mi amiga what in the world is going on?

ynuser: too much honestly... i'll call you bc BOY do i have a lot to share and ALSO i miss you SO MUCH

schecoperez: will be impatiently waiting :)

user44: tbh idc abt f1.. id rather see pics of u. free my queen from this nonsense sport!!!!

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you flopped back onto the giant hotel bed letting out a big sigh. alex and lily had just left after giving you the pep talk of a lifetime and dropping off the cake. if it wasn't for them and all the effort they’d put into running around bahrain to find someone who could make you this cake, you probably would’ve chickened out of telling carlos altogether. it wasn’t something either of you had planned for yet. you’d only gotten married a few months ago and between carlos switching to a new team and the insane pressure your label had been piling on you, it felt like the wrong time to be having a baby. hence, your breakdown in the paddock with lewis. but like alex and lily said everything happens for a reason and maybe this was just the moment it was meant to happen, no matter how daunting it all felt.

you quickly sat up when you heard carlos fumbling with the door to the hotel room and immediately, tears started to well up. you tried to hold them back but they came rushing down as soon as carlos stepped through the door. his brow furrowed when he saw you crying on the bed.

"mi amor..." he sighed setting his things down on the couch and shrugging off his williams jacket. "what’s going on with you?" he asked gently kneeling in front of you and placing his hands on your bare knees.

you were fully sobbing now desperately wiping away the tears as he watched you in silence. "i just... i..." you tried to speak but the words got tangled up in your sobs making it harder to get them out.

"cariño take a deep breath," he said softly taking your hand in his and giving it a firm squeeze. you obeyed and took slow, deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. which wasn’t easy these days with all the changes your body was going through. eventually you shook your head not being able to calm yourself enough and pointed toward the box on the table hoping he would understand. carlos’ eyes followed your finger and he stood up walking over to the table. "y/n, what is...?" he stopped mid-sentence struck silent as he stared down at the contents of the box—a small cake with 'we’re having a baby' written on it and a pregnancy test sitting next to it.

you kept focusing on your breathing summoning the courage to look at your husband who stood completely still. in the endless seconds it took for him to react - guilt, panic, and despair began to settle in. "i’m sorry, carlos, i know this is a horrible time. i should’ve told you earlier, we should’ve talked about this first, and i just—i’m sorry this—"

"stop, y/n," he interrupted, his voice thick with emotion. you couldn’t tell if the tears in his eyes were good or bad. but then in the blink of an eye, his face softened and his expression lightened up. "don’t apologize for this, my love." he picked up the test and glanced back at you. "this is real?"

"yes," you whispered.

he dropped the test moving swiftly toward you and pulling you into a tight embrace. "we’re going to have a baby chili," he mumbled into your neck holding you like he never wanted to let go. and with that all of your worries melted away.

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lando: what u posting close ups of food for

ynuser: you’ll find out when you’re older

lando: tf that supposed to mean

ynuser: means you can’t keep a secret to save your life

lando: a man accidentally includes a photo from a wedding in 1!!!! photo dump and he can’t ever come back from it

ynuser: exactly

lando: 🤨

lilymhe: THE CAKE HAS BEEN EATEN???

ynuser: it has!!!!!! and everything is ok

lilymhe: i’m so relieved

carlossainz55: the best cake i’ve ever had 🤍

ynuser: i'm really quite glad you think so

carlossainz55: of course gorgeous. i am so excited that we get to be parents

ynuser: i'm so happy that you're happy

carlossainz55: over the moon actually. i already called the florist and local bakery near casa de mi familia to get everything sorted for when we tell them in a couple weeks. i also sent you room service and some special deliveries so if you hear a loud knock on the door this morning, just know its from me

ynuser: carlos 😭😭😭😭

carlossainz55: i also may or may not have already slipped and told teto..........

ynuser: I THOUGHT WE WERE TELLING HIM AND GIGI AT DINNER ONCE YOU OFFICIALLY FINISHED TESTNG

carlosainz55: ....... i mean that was the plan originally but we were cycling this morning and he could tell something was up and well i couldnt lie!! i swore him to secrecy it is ok

ynuser: i'm making my lawyers send him an nda

carlossainz55: LOL

ynuser: i'm serious

carlossainz55: oh... well in that case… whatever makes you feel best my love!!!

alexandrasaintmleux: details mon ange

ynuser: he finally got back after testing and i completely broke down into tears bc of course i did—im a mess with these hormones. he immediately was worried ofc and was like “mi amor, what’s wrong?” but I couldn’t even stop crying long enough to explain. so i just pointed at the cake box instead and then be opened it, stared at it for what felt like an eternity… honestly, it was probably 8 million years and then HE started crying. which just made me cry even more. but honestly after we got everything out it felt like really good. he was beyond excited like already talking about the little one and brainstorming names and looking up where to buy baby clothes in spain and already planning how to tell his family and mine

alexandrasaintmleux: 🥹😭 see!! it was all ok!!! i’m so so so glad he was excited. i knew he would be!! he wanted so badly to be dad

lewishamilton: so?

ynuser: i told him

lewishamilton: thank god!! now i can assume uncle duties without getting my face bashed in

ynuser: you’re so dramatic

yourbff: i’m so happy for you guys 😭

ynuser: thank you sweetheart 😘

dualipa: assuming i’m missing context here

ynuser: i’ll face time you baby girl

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[sharing the joy with our family ☀��💙]

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anasainzvdec: mi hermano i am so excited for you. i can't wait to be an auntie 🤍

carlossainz55: i love you ana! you will be the world's best aunt

user2: PINON!!!!!!

carlossainzoficial: ¡tal vez la mayor alegría que hayas podido compartir con nosotros! [perhaps the greatest joy you could have shared with us!]

carlossainz55: me alegro. no puedo esperar a que seas abuelo, papá. [i am glad. i can't wait for you to be a grandfather, dad]

carlossainzoficial: estoy muy orgulloso del hombre en el que te has convertido y de la vida que has construido con y/n. [i'm so proud of the man you have become and the life you have built with y/n]

carlossainz55: ¡no me hagas llorar papá! [don't make me cry dad]

user4: sharing joy??? with your family..... what does this mean?

lando: google translating this as we speak

lando: and what joy are you sharing and why are you not also sharing it with me?

carlossainz55: i will be on sunday muppet. you are coming to dinner at my house no?

lando: oh heck yeah ill be there

user18: what an interesting wording you have here mr.sainz - what are you talking about?

ynuser: petition to bring pinon with us everywhere

carlossainz55: jajaaj i don't know that she would like that

ynuser: 😭😭😭😭😭 fair ig. tho i think a baby and a puppy would be a perfect pair......

user55: the world is healing youre back with pinon

alexandrasaintmleux: EEEEEEK!!!!!! y/n filled me in on how it went. truly so excited for you. i can't wait for the big dinner party where you're telling all of us 🤍

carlossainz55: i am very much looking forward to this weekend. we'll see you soon mi amiga

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carlossainz55: spent the weekend celebrating the news with some of my favorite people. you are so loved already baby chili. you're mommy, daddy and loads of aunties and uncles can't wait to meet you so very soon 💙🌶️

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user55: crying my eyes out rn you have no idea

ynuser: thankful for you, our baby boy, and the amazing people we have supporting us 🤍

carlossainz55: even more thankful for you for giving me the greatest gift i could have ever asked for my beautiful wife

user85: may a love like this find me expeditiously

user1: well…. a baby wasn’t on my bingo card

lando: dibs on teaching baby chili how to drive

charlesleclerc: i already called dibs

georgerussell63: no i believe i did

carlossainz55: frankly, i dont trust any of you to teach him

charlesleclerc: WOW

user4: congratulations 😭 i'm seething with jealousy 😭

alex_albon: can't wait to be the favorite uncle

lilymhe: with me as the favorite aunt

alexandrasaintmleux: um hello? i'm going to be the favorite aunt

lando: FALSE I AM THE FAVORITE AUNT

ynuser: guys please lets not fight

user23: carlando having their own pic at the end is sending me. classic carlando behavior

user13: man this vroom vroom got my girl and now they’re having a baby? smh

lewishamilton: congratulations you two! overjoyed to see two of my favorite people becoming parents ❤️

carlossainz55: thank you 💙

user88: tea

user56: so many of the drivers being at their baby shower has me in genuine shambles im not ok this grid baby is going to be so loved

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a/n: phew this took me forever... hope you enjoy!! likes and reblogs appreciated as always ❤️‍🔥

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[issues4him]

★ — cop!rafe making his dumb girl feel smart after his buddies made fun of her !!

cw: : smut, eighteen plus content, unprotected sex, semi-public, heavy heavy praise, cussing, aftercare

cop!rafe x dumb!reader

you were so excited for this. you’d been talking about it for weeks—“omg, rafey, a fancy dinner? with cops? like, real ones?”—while spinning around your bedroom in three different mini dresses that were all technically inappropriate for a formal event, but rafe didn’t have the heart to stop you. he just sat on your bed, arms crossed over his chest, watching you twirl like a proud, tired boyfriend, biting the inside of his cheek when you landed on the satin pink one that barely reached mid-thigh.

now here you were. strutting into a fully catered police banquet with your hand wrapped tightly around rafe’s arm, hair curled to perfection, sparkly heels clicking with every step. you looked like a barbie doll in a room full of navy blue uniforms and neutral-colored cocktail dresses—and you loved it. you beamed up at your man the whole time, practically bouncing as he led you to the table reserved for officers being honored. the room was full of polished silverware, white tablecloths, and tight smiles. everyone looked… serious. clean. reserved. but you were a little slice of chaos wrapped in pink satin and lip gloss.

“babe,” you whispered excitedly, leaning into his arm as you sat beside him, “i think this bread is, like, free.” you tore a piece off and popped it in your mouth. “that’s, like, so nice of them.” rafe didn’t say anything. just reached under the table to rest a hand on your thigh, giving it a slow squeeze. you smiled at him like he hung the moon, completely oblivious to the looks you were getting from the other end of the table.

one of the wives leaned toward another, whispering something behind her glass of red wine. the two of them giggled, then not-so-subtly looked at your bow-covered purse and bedazzled nails. you didn’t notice. you were too busy trying to figure out if the guy across from you was a sheriff or “like, just a mall cop.”

“wait,” you leaned into rafe again, lowering your voice but still loud enough for the table to hear, “are firefighters invited to this too? or is it, like, just real cops?”

the table went awkwardly quiet. a few people chuckled—but not in a nice way. rafe didn’t laugh. he just reached for his water, jaw tightening, eyes narrowing as they passed over the people across from him. you blinked, confused, and reached for another piece of bread. “this is like, super fancy applebee’s. i love it.”

one of the men scoffed, “don’t,” rafe muttered under his breath, squeezing your thigh harder.

you looked up at him, pouting slightly. “did i say something bad?”

he turned to you, expression unreadable, “no, baby. you’re perfect.” and then he stood, “come with me.”

you blinked. “where’re we—?”

“now.”

you took his hand, confused but obedient, heels clicking against the marble floor as he pulled you away from the table. you kept glancing over your shoulder, giving the others a cute little wave, still not understanding why they weren’t smiling back. he led you down a quiet hallway, past the catering staff, past the restrooms—until he found a private door with no name on it.

the second the lock clicked behind him, rafe had you pinned to the wall. your gasp barely had time to echo before his mouth was on yours—hot, demanding, needy. his hands were everywhere at once, one gripping your thigh and hauling your leg up around his waist, the other wrapped around the back of your neck like he couldn’t stand being even an inch away from you. you whimpered into the kiss, breath already shaky from the sudden shift, your gloss smearing between you.

“rafe?” you giggled, a little breathless. “what’re you doing? we’re gonna get caught…”

“good,” he growled, hand already sliding under your dress, fingers curling around your ass. “let those assholes hear how much you fucking belong to me.”

your heart fluttered at the possessiveness in his voice, your core already aching from the way his hips ground into yours, slow and deliberate. you could feel his erection through his uniform pants, pressing right between your legs. you blinked up at him, eyes wide and dazed. “wait… are you mad?” he didn’t answer with words—just grabbed your waist and spun you toward the desk behind you, bending you over the edge with one firm shove. the satin of your dress rode up instantly, bunching around your hips as you gasped, palms flat on the cool surface. “rafe—!”

“be quiet,” he snapped, already unbuckling his belt, the sound sharp and fast and filthy. “you don’t even know, do you?”

you peeked over your shoulder, lashes fluttering. “know what?”

“why they were laughing at you.”

you blinked, confused. “who was?”

he stepped up behind you, dragging your baby blue thong down with one hard tug and letting it fall around your ankles. his voice dropped, dangerously low, “they were making fun of you.”

you froze for half a second—then softened again, relaxing back into the desk with a pout, “ohhh. why?! what’d i do?!”

rafe clenched his jaw, running his hand up your spine until it wrapped around the back of your neck, pushing you gently back down against the wood, “you didn’t even notice,” he muttered, pulling himself free and lining up behind you. “too busy bein’ such a sweetheart. all you wanna do is be good for me, yeah?”

you nodded, face flushed against the desk. “uh-huh…”

out of your line of sight, rafe nodded in agreement before slipping his red tip into your soaked pussy. he bottomed out, pulling you flush against him before gripping your ass cheeks and snapping his hips back and forth. you moaned—loud, needy, your hips instantly rocking back into him like your body had been waiting for this.

“oh my gosh,” you gasped. “you feel so good… rafe, i—fuckk, i think i saw stars for a second—”

“you don’t have to think, baby,” he growled, thrusting hard enough to make the desk creak under you. “i’ll do it for you.” you whimpered, back arching. his grip on your waist was bruising now, pulling you back into each thrust like he wanted to bury himself inside you forever. “they don’t get to talk about you,” he muttered, bending over you, hips slamming into yours with every word. “they don’t get to laugh. don’t even get to fuckin’ look.” your lip gloss was smearing against the desk, your moans turning to helpless little whines. “only i do,” he whispered, kissing behind your ear. “only i get to see you like this. bent over, fuckin’ soakin’ wet—taking me so damn good.”

you nodded, gasping, legs shaking. “y-yeah—only you, only you—”

“that’s right.” his voice dropped to a low murmur, suddenly softer, breath hot against your neck. “you’re so good for me, baby. so sweet. so fucking smart.” you choked on a breath, crying into the desk, “my perfect girl,” he whispered, pressing a slow kiss to your shoulder as he rutted into you. “i love you so much.”

your whole body jolted from how deep he was, how slow he moved now—not rough anymore, not punishing—just claiming. deep, grinding thrusts that made your legs shake and your breath hitch with every roll of his hips. his mouth stayed on your skin, trailing slow, open kisses along your shoulder and neck like he couldn’t stop worshipping you even if he tried. “you feel so good, baby,” he breathed, voice shaking with it. “taking me so perfect. you’re always so perfect.” you whimpered, barely able to form words, your head spinning. your lip was caught between your teeth, eyes glossy, mouth parted as you gasped softly every time he pushed back inside.

“i’m not even mad anymore,” he murmured, one hand sliding down the curve of your stomach as his chest pressed flush to your back. “they’re just fuckin’ jealous. so jealous i get to come home to the sweetest, prettiest, smartest little thing they’ve ever seen.”

you let out a broken little moan, blinking back tears as your hips twitched against his, “i’m not smart, rafey,” you mumbled, dazed.

he grabbed your face gently from behind, fingers curled along your jaw as he turned your head to kiss your cheek. “don’t say that.” his voice was soft—but serious. serious in that way that made your chest flutter, “you’re smart where it counts. you know how to love me. how to make me feel like a man. that’s more than any of them could ever do.” you gasped at another slow thrust, your fingers tightening on the edge of the desk. he followed your reaction with another kiss to your temple, his hand still gently cupping your jaw, “you know how to make me proud.”

you let out a little hiccup, overwhelmed—eyes fluttering shut as your body clenched down around him. he groaned at the feeling. “that’s it, sweetheart. you feel that?” another thrust—deep. “that’s how good you are for me. you’re my perfect girl.” you were unraveling under him, his uniform brushing against your skin, his hand still holding your face as he slowed even more—grinding into you like he was trying to melt into your body, “say it,” he whispered against your ear. “say you’re my perfect girl.”

you sobbed out a soft, whiny, “i’m your perfect girl…” and he melted.

“yeah, you are.” another kiss. a soft groan. his hand slid down to your stomach again, holding you tight while his hips moved with a lazy, desperate rhythm. “my good girl. my smart girl. my fuckin’ baby.” you were trembling now—every part of you raw and worshipped and full. and when you came for him, gasping his name like it was the only thing you remembered, rafe followed right after, pressing his chest to your back and whispering “i’ve got you, baby. i’ve always got you.”

you were still shaking, forehead resting against the desk, soft little whimpers leaving your lips every time your body twitched from aftershocks. your skin was flushed, your legs barely holding you up, and your lip gloss was completely gone. rafe stayed close. one hand still wrapped loosely around your waist, the other trailing down your back—soft, soothing. like he was petting you. like he couldn’t stop touching you even now. “you okay, baby?” he murmured, lips brushing the back of your neck.

you nodded weakly, blinking back the dizzy tears in your lashes. “mhm…”

rafe smiled—soft and real. he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the spot between your shoulder blades, then carefully reached for your hips and helped ease you upright. you stumbled a little and caught yourself on his chest. “whoa—hey, i got you.” his arms wrapped around you instantly, holding you close as he helped you sit on the edge of the desk. “just breathe, pretty girl. we’re good. you’re okay.”

you blinked up at him, mascara smudged, eyes glossy, lips kiss-bitten and pouty. you looked wrecked—and he’d never seen anything so beautiful. “my legs feel like jell-o…” you mumbled, voice all soft and floaty.

he huffed a little laugh and kissed your forehead. “yeah? that’s ‘cause you took me like a damn champ, baby.”

his hand slid between your thighs, gentle this time, and he cleaned you up with one of the tissues he always kept in his pocket for exactly this kind of chaos. you whined at the sensitivity, and he shushed you sweetly, brushing his nose against your cheek, “you did so good, baby. so, so good for me. i’m so proud of you.”

you smiled dreamily, playing with the collar of his uniform while he adjusted your panties back into place and smoothed your dress down over your thighs. he straightened your straps, fixed your necklace, and wiped the corners of your mouth with the gentlest touch. “do i look pretty still?” you whispered, eyes wide and hopeful.

he tilted your chin up and gave you the softest kiss—slow and loving, the kind that made your heart feel full. “you look beautiful.” he kissed your cheek. “like an angel.” another kiss. “like the smartest, prettiest little thing in this whole damn building.”

you giggled. “even with mascara under my eyes?”

“especially with mascara under your eyes.”

you giggled again, wrapping your arms around his waist like he hadn’t just destroyed your body over a desk. he held you there, big hands sliding down to your hips—then squeezing your ass without warning.

“rafe!” you squealed, although showing to attempt at stopping him.

he smirked, kissing your pout away. “sorry, couldn’t help it. still mine.”

“always yours,” you whispered, hiding your smile in his chest.

he hugged you tighter. “damn right.”

pink bow divider : @bernardsbendystraws  <3

a/n: thank you anon for telling me your dream about cop!rafe hehe

[bernardsbendystraws]

𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 — 𝐌.𝐒.

SUMMARY ʚɞ Moments where Matt shows you how much he's gonna miss you before tour.

CW ʚɞ Smut, fluff, and angst. Crying, needy sex, raw sex, creampie, p n v, kissing, teasing, begging, and more.

PAIRING ʚɞ Reader x Matt Sturniolo

A/N: COPYRIGHT NOTICE. This is pretty long, but half of it is smut (very emotional intimacy)

With love and big tits, Rose ➜ navigation

Tour. Sad yet exciting. 

You’re thrilled for your boyfriend, but you’re also a little depressed. He’s gonna be gone for so long, a busy schedule that will make calling a difficult task between different time zones and all the other chaos. 

Matt knows he’s gonna miss you. He’s enthralled by the idea of traveling around with Nick and Chris, but he’s less than happy about the thought of leaving you. 

The last day before he leaves, he shows you how much he’s really gonna miss you. 

01: Really Gonna Miss You.

“Baby,” Matt husks, trying to kiss lightly on the side of your neck as he spoons you from behind. 

You hazily grumble in response. Matt bites on his lower lip, nuzzling the tip of his nose beneath your ear as he hums against you. 

“Wanna go get breakfast?” he offers. Your eyes peek open. He feels his cheeks flush with a soft smile as you gleam over at him. 

The slight nod you offer makes his heart fill with a feathery warmth, his hand on your lower stomach massaging slightly as he places another delicate kiss on the side of your neck. 

“Hmmm, good,” he purrs, his breath fanning behind your ear making your body twinge with delight, “-gonna take you on a full adventure today. Makeup for all the missed time before and after the tour, alright?” 

Even though you’ve just woken up, you still feel like you’re dreaming. He’s just so sweet—so passionate and kind. You can’t help but clutch your hand on top of his, squeezing as he pulls you even closer. 

A slight laugh purses through your lips as you attempt to get up. Matt is reluctant to let you out of his hold, but eventually allows you to move, following you as you get ready. 

He gets dressed after you, making sure to coordinate his outfit to yours. The sight of him holding up articles of clothing against your outfit to match the colors perfectly makes your heart pulse in your chest. 

You’re really gonna miss him. 

Matt notices your face falling as you sit on the bed, waiting for him to finish getting dressed. He has jeans on, the shirt still laying on the duvet, but he doesn’t care. 

“Hey,” he coos, standing in front of you, cupping your face in his hands as he gleams down at you with a soft worry. “-what’s up, sweetheart?” he asks. 

Your lips twitch with sadness. Staring up towards the ceiling, you blink profusely, shaking your head as you feel his fingers glide delicately over your cheeks. 

Matt kneels down, guiding your eyes to his as he holds your face with a gentle grip. Your lip wobbles as you stare at him, the thought of him being so far away starting to really sink in. 

“What’s going on?” he questions, his voice soft yet deliberate. 

Your heart clenches in your chest, a lump in your throat making it harder to breathe as you choke out the words, “I…just—’m really gonna miss you.” 

Matt’s face falls as he sees a singular tear stride down your cheek. It takes all of his effort to keep his own emotions at bay, wanting to comfort you and make sure you’re happy with the little time you two have left together before he leaves. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” he soothes, his knees shuffling across the ground as he moves closer to you. 

Matt drops his hands from your face, letting them slide down your arms before he clutches your hands on his own, resting the tangled fingers on top of your knees as he stares up at you with pure devotion. 

“-’m sorry, I’m—I’m trying not to think about it—”

He interrupts your stumbling words, clutching your hands tighter as he leans down, pressing soft kisses along each of your knuckles.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he whispers, pushing the back of your palm against his cheek. The feeling of his light stubble tickling into your skin makes your gut flutter with comfort. You take a deep breath, watching as he starts to kiss along your hands, his lips warm and gentle.

“I’m gonna miss you too. So much.” 

His voice is strained. You can’t help but feel your eyes fog with more tears, embracing the moment as you think of the painful thought of waking up alone. 

02: The Day of Dates.

After brunch, Matt refused to let the adventures end there. It’s been an eventful day, the sun barely above the horizon as you sit in his car, looking over the cliffside as the smell of McDonalds floods the car. 

Your face flushes as you feel him staring at you. All the food left you feeling full, but he left you feeling complete. 

Shifting, you adjust in the passenger seat, the feeling of his hand clasped around your thigh squeezing lightly. 

He really loves to touch you. It’s always been a big part of how he shows his love, and you have no complaints. However, today has been different. It’s like he can’t keep his hands off of you for even a millisecond. 

“You’re so beautiful.” he compliments, leaving over the center console to press a kiss to your cheek. The gentle touch of his lips leaves your stomach fluttering, your lips pursing together into  a tight line as you keep your gaze trained on the cotton candy sky through the front windshield. 

“Matt, you’re supposed to be watching the sunset.” you remark, biting on your lower lip as you feel one of his hands callus beneath your chin, pulling your gaze towards him. 

God. 

The look in his eyes makes you feel like you're melting. Your chest hitches with a sharp breath, your eyes softly falling shut as you feel his lips press against your own. 

No matter how many times you kiss him, it’s always the same feeling—sensations of pure bliss paired with a passionate comfort. 

Matt pulls back, smiling as he watches you slowly blink your eyes open towards him. “I don’t care about the sunset,” he purrs, leaning his forehead against your own as you feel the tip of his nose graze yours, “-not as much as I care about you.” 

03: Home. 

Coming home created more desperation. The day is over, your last day is practically gone. 

Matt’s lips are needy. His tongue plunders into your mouth with a romantic yearning. 

Hungrily, he kisses down your neck, his lips wandering around your breasts and down your stomach. “Can’t-” his lips grasp for air as he whispers against your skin, kissing you relentlessly as if he needs it more than air. “-get.” kiss. “-enough of you.” kiss. kiss. kiss. 

Your mouth draws open as you feel his length slide against your dripping cunt. Clothes had been discarded long ago, but he couldn’t seem to stop kissing you. 

He’s always loved foreplay and making out, but this is more than that, this is pure longing—absolute desperation.

Every second feels like hours. The sensation of a wet slick dripping from your heat is painfully apparent. Matt is selfish taking his time with you, trying to absorb every single sound leaving your lips as if he’s trying to remember this forever. 

“Matt, I—I need you.” you plea, your chest rising and falling with gasping breaths as you clutch onto his biceps while he hovers above you. 

“Hmmm, just,” he nips lightly on your nipple, his hand sliding up and down your waist, “-a little longer. Need this, baby. Need it so bad.” he groans. 

A sharp whine erupts from the back of your throat as you feel his throbbing length slide over your clit. Your body automatically chases the friction, a deep moan vibrating from his lips as you grind your hip against him. 

“Stay still.” he directs, his voice firm but gentle. You can’t help but shake your head vigorously, the ache between your legs unbearable as you repeat the motions. “Fuck.” he seethes, grasping tightly onto your waist, trying to keep you in place. 

Tears are bubbling on your lower lash line. Matt’s ears perk at the sound of a real cry falling from your lips, looking up and sparing a sympathetic frown as he watches a tear cascade down your cheek. 

“Oh, baby…” he coos, wiping the wetness off your face before placing a gentle peck to your lips. Matt looks into your eyes, sinking his hips to glide against your sobbing pussy as he watches your eyes roll with relief. 

“Matt, please.” you cry, your nails piercing into his arms as he readjusts himself slowly. 

“Need me to fuck you now, hm?” he asks, gliding his cock through your wetness as you vigorously nod your head. “Been teasin’ you too much, huh?” he tuts, slowly starting to push the tip of his length against your entrance, mocking your facial expression as your mouth drops into a perfect ‘O.’ 

“Please, please, please—oh!” you gasp, your chest hitching as your body freezes. 

The sensation of his length gliding into your hole making every pore on your skin burn, the stretch of his thick, veiny cock making you let out a broken moan. 

“That’s it, baby, c’mon, take it all for me,” he coos, hovering back on top of you as he pets his fingers over your cheek, slightly pulling out to let your slick coat his length before gliding right back in. “God,” he groans, his head falling into the crook of your neck as your walls clutch around his member tightly. 

He starts to gently rock his hips, his shoulders broadening with pride as he hears satisfied noises erupt from your lips. 

“Matt, it—I—mmmm,” you moan, completely at a loss for words as he ruts into you deeply, using precision to make sure he hits the perfect spot that makes your body tense with each thrust. 

Your sticky walls are grasping around his length so tightly that it’s hard to focus on anything but trying not to cum. Matt accidentally lets his instincts take over, a loud scream falling from your lips at a particularly hard thrust. 

“Sorry, I’m—’m sorry, fuck,” he groans, rocking himself in and out of you, completely lost in the way you feel—the way you sound. “-you feel so good.” he purrs. 

Your gut is twisted in knots. Every part of your body is pulsing with pleasure, words hard to find as you feel his movements speed up a little more, never losing any depth as he plunges his cock inside of you with deliberate intent. 

“Matt, I–it’s—close, baby, close,” you squeal, your breath stuck in your throat as his thick cock hits right where you need him to. 

“C’mon, you—you got it,” he praises, hissing as you start to convulse around his length. 

Your body is shaking, your face contorted with utter bliss as hot waves of euphoria crash over you. Matt feels his balls tighten, his high dangerously close as he tries to ride you through your own orgasm. 

“Sweetheart, gotta—need—’m gonna cum, where do you—” 

Matt is cut off as your legs wrap around his waist, the heels of your feet digging into his lower back. He whimpers, trying to hold off, crying out as you hold him in place even tighter. 

Usually, you don’t let him finish inside of you, but right now you need it. You need it deep, hard, and raw. 

You need to be full. 

“Inside, Matt. Please.” 

Your voice is strained from all the overstimulation. Matt’s hips are tensing, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he leans against your shoulder, struggling to keep himself propped up. 

“Are you sure, baby?” he asks, getting cut off by an elongated moan as he feels your walls pulse around him. 

“I need it. Need you to fill me up—”

The words barely leave your mouth. Matt can’t help but lose any restraint, allowing himself to let go as the warmth of his cum erupts deep inside of you. 

Your hands tangle in his hair. He lets his body fall limp on top of you, his lungs burning as he gasps for air. 

And then the sad thought crashes over you again. 

He’s leaving tomorrow. Tonight is all you have. 

Matt slowly retracts his softening dick, trying to not stare as he watches his cum drip from your swollen pussy lips. You laugh as he nearly drools, his eyes trained on the sight as he stands up. 

“Sorry.” he blushes, rushing to get a damp cloth. 

The second he leaves, you feel a wave of defeat. 

You’re not ready to wake up alone, you’re not ready to feel so far from him. 

Matt comes back quickly, apologizing under his breath as he cleans you up with a damp cloth. He notices the sad look on your face as he tries to hand you your underwear, knowing you usually like to at least have panties on when sleeping. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks, throwing the article of clothing back onto the ground carelessly as you hold an arm open for him. 

Matt slides on his back, resting against the pillows as you practically lay on top of him. “Hey, hey, hey,” he coos, feeling the dampness of your tears leak onto his neck, pulling you impossibly closer as you sniffle. 

“I—I…gonna—’m gonna miss you.” you stammer, choking on tears as you clutch onto him closer. 

His face furrows, his eyes fogging with an overflowing warmth as he loses his ability to hold his own tears back. 

“I’m gonna miss you too. So much.” he whispers. 

Matt continues to hold you in his arms. The two of you both fight off sleep as you try to take advantage of every minute you have left together. Random jokes, reminiscent memories…anything and everything is talked about under the moon until the sun starts to peek out into the sky. 

He’s exhausted. Waking up, he shuts off his alarm as quickly as possible, sighing in relief as he sees you still sound asleep. But he doesn’t regret it. In fact, he knows this night will keep him going when he starts to miss you really badly. 

He knows it’s gonna be okay as long as he’s coming home to you.

[mattybsgroupie]

— helping matt after tour

★ once again couldn’t control myself sorry yall ★

“you did so well!” you cheer on matt as he enters the tour bus, walking in tired steps towards you. he places his forehead on your shoulder, letting out a loud sigh. “i loved it” he tries to hide a smile. “but i’m so fucking drained” matt admits, nuzzling his face on your neck. you can feel his fluffy strands brushing against your skin, chuckling as you scratch his back and bring him closer. matt lets out a content groan, leading the way to his bunker bed.

you quickly adjust yourself, tapping the mattress, silently asking matt to join you. he sits by your side, snuggling closer — he needed to relax. it doesn’t take long until you feel his hips connecting to yours, pressing his half-hard cock against your thigh. “i thought you wanted to rest” you chuckle, turning to face him. “i can’t sleep” matt pouts, his watery blue eyes almost begging for you to touch him.

you nod, allowing matt to grind against you. you can feel his dick growing, his hardened shaft poking your flesh. a small whimper escape matt’s lips as his slit starts to ooze pre-cum, his hips moving faster at each second. you can hear the sheets ruffling, worrying his brothers might wake up due the noise.

“what’s gotten into you hm?” you ask, placing your palm underneath his ‘whatever’ shirt, gently caressing his happy trail before touching his waistband. “dunno” matt responds, chewing on his bottom lip. “i think someone needs to relax yeah?” he nods, whining softly as your hand enters his pants, wrapping your fingers around his cock.

knowing how tired matt was, your only plan was to make him cum as fast as possible. you quicken your pace, twisting your wrist, causing matt to choke on a moan. you widen your eyes, flickering your gaze across the bus — everyone asleep. “need you to be a good boy and be quiet” you coo, continuing to stroke him.

matt nods desperately, hiding his face on the crook of your neck. his attempt to hold back his sounds fails, and you loose your grip around his shaft. “no no no” he complains at the lack of contact. “i’m not gonna help you if you can’t keep your mouth shut, baby” you say, brushing your thumb over his slit. he bites his lower lip again, but you have a different idea. “use that loud mouth for something useful, yeah?”

with your free hand, you reach to matt’s cheek. you gently caress his flushed skin before going for his lips, pressing your index against it. “open up” you command, and he quickly obeys. you don’t have to say again — he’s already sucking on your fingers, no longer making any noise.

“there you go” you praise, finally tightening your grip around matt’s cock. “that’s my good, good boy” matt sucks harder, thrusting inside your fist. you could tell he was close by how much his dick twitches against your palm, his swollen veins covered in the pre-cum that oozes from his slit.

“go ahead, be a big boy and cum for me” you whisper. matt pants heavily, trying his best to not gag on your fingers. his blue eyes are still begging for you as he drools all over himself, spit stopping by his chin and dripping on his shirt. he squeezes his eyes shut once his orgasm hits him, fucking his cock further into your fist.

matt lets go of your fingers you remove your hand from his pants. you share another intimate moment as you lick you hand clean, swallowing his sticky release. “relaxed now?” you tease matt. “mhm” he agrees. “but can i have these to sleep?” matt asks, bringing your fingers to his mouth once again.

[monstersflashlight]

hi, I would love to see more alien research/experiment/examination type stuff with a fem!reader if you can. it's my favorite kind of monster smut and you're so good at it

A/N: To everyone else interested in this thing, I recommend this and this.

Lab toy

Alien x fem!reader || free use (lowkey), dub-con, exhibitionism, voyerism || tw: medical

You weren’t sure who was more surprised when they met: you or the aliens who found you. You were a nobody, just a woman walking home late at night with her keys between her fingers. You were expecting a random dude trying to attack you or something, but you weren’t expecting a bunch of weird dudes appearing from thin air. You got at least three punches on their bodies before they stopped you.

But they took you with them. It wasn’t really a kidnapping, more like a choice, and you went willingly. You offered yourself to the tests, and they were more than impressed about how easy it was to work with you. Apparently, all the humans before you were very uncooperative and they had to bring them back. But you were a little freak, and you didn’t want to go back to a capitalist hell where you had no family or friends.

You would rather stay with the nice dudes who offered you a cute house and nice accommodations just in exchange of learning about the human body. And okay, maybe you were a bit of a sexual freak and wanted to see if these aliens had dick and if those dicks felt as good as you thought inside your pussy.

The first dozen of tests were super easy, you didn’t even have to get naked for those… But that lasted only a couple days, after that you had to get naked as they touched and probed, tried cold and warm stuff on your skin and drove you completely crazy.

You were sprawled on a table, two scientists staring at your cunt as a third held your legs open for them. They started with a little sterile wand, then a bigger one, then their fingers… and before you realized they were finger-fucking you as all other scientists watched from the lab window how you fell apart. They clapped when you were done.

But after that, you became a bit of a sensation in the new planet. Everyone wanted to see you, everyone wanted to be present as they did the tests, and which each passing day those became more and more risky. One day it was something like dildos, another day it was what seemed like a big cucumber but they said it was a medical wand, then someone ate you out, then more and more hands joined the “holding down” even though you never tried to move. They liked to touch you, that much was clear.

Until you were nothing more than a cute set of holes ready to be played with.

After that “training” (how they called it), you were requested to be always naked at the lab, and everyone could play with you as they pleased. You found yourself being feed lunch as somebody fucked your pussy. Someone caressing your hair as another one fucked your mouth till your eyes were teary. Being spit roasted in the middle of the hallway… You were nothing but the lab toy… and you loved it.

[bunny-jpeg]

pretty little panties - simon r. simon wanted something that reminded him of home. he was tucked away in latvia near the russian border. it was a pretty simple mission, but he missed his honey, his dove, his everything.

you were all the way back home, he bet at that very moment with the time differences and everything, you were probably tucked under the covers in your shared bed. under that fleece black and white blanket you loved so much. your face pressed against the stuffed animal he bought for you before his deployment - a little reminder of him. he bet you were nice and cozy. and that gave some ease of mind. after all, you were what was he was fighting for. making sure good in the world stayed good. it let him rest easier between missions.

but it also gave him a raging erection.

simon didn't ask for many things. he was a hard person to get gifts for as a result. but when he got a rather small, thin care package from you. he was delighted to find a hand written letter that smelled like you and inside the folds of paper were a pair of pretty pink panties.

at the end of the letter it read, "take good care of them, i want them back when you come home." and simon could have kissed you on the lips at that very moment! he snuck them into his pocket for later.

it wouldn't be for a few days till he was able to really feel the soft fabric between his fingers. your panties spent most of the time in his tactical vest. the knowledge that it was there felt good, like when he had your picture in his helmet. felt like a little piece of you was with him. he couldn't wait to get his hands on you, feel you in his grasp once more. you were such a pretty sight to see and feel, and while the panties were pretty and smelled like you. they weren't you.

alone in his room for the night. he tried to get comfortable in bed with his green shirt and casual pants on. he leaned back into the few pillows he had and started to palm his cock through his pants. he got the panties out of the pocket. they had been his little good luck charm since they arrived. he brought them to his nose and deeply inhaled before he got his cock out of his pants.

he spat in his rough palm and started to stroke his cock. it really wasn't the same as your more delicate hands. hands not cracked from war. they were soft with next to no callouses. they felt like heaven on his cock, your mouth was even better. it didn't take long before he wrapped the panties around his hard cock and continued to stroke himself.

he imagined you where he was. at the base he was at. tucked away for a little visit. you wouldn't fit in at all on the base, obviously standing out as a civilian. but simon would make sure you got anything you needed. he protected his little dove. the love of his life, after all you gave him such a little present. pre-cum stained the pink cotton, but he kept stroking himself. the pleasure was built up in his body. he'd make sure that you'd both fit in the tiny bed he currently slept in. even that meant him having to sleep on the floor. your comfort was the most important.

his dark eyes closed and he continued to stroke himself quickly. thoughts of you plagued his mind. he tensed up a little and more pre-cum spilled out. he thought about all the things he'd do to you. how your pretty body would move up and down his cock when you rode him.

he'd wrapped his strong arms around you and bounce you on his cock. he'd finish load after load in you. give you messy kisses. he wanted to feel his angel again, you were just perfect for him. he loved you so very much. he wanted those hot kisses and those gentle cuddles. how you'd trace patterns across his skin and snuggle in his arms.

he loved you.

so it didn't take much longer for him to cum all over the panties. the cotton was ruined with his thick cum. he knew there was no way to save them. but yet he kept rubbing his oversensitive cock with them. he couldn't help himself. it just felt so good.

he knew the next time he got the chance to message you. he'd apologize for ruining the pretty pair you gave him, and ask very nicely for another one. that he'll definitely treat nicer. <3

inspired by recent events

[quarterlifekitty]

When reader is kidnapped, what is the setup like?

Do they get their own bedroom? Basement? Free roam of the house? Put into the bedroom of the kidnapper? Broom closet?

Well, this is a very open ended question with a lot of dependencies! I think this depends on who you are, why you’ve been kidnapped, and what they’re holding over you— are you someone they’re expecting to try to run?

cw: this is dark stuff. Kidnapping, manipulation, etc.

I think Price, generally, gives you free roam of the house. He’s a thorough person— he has something that keeps you inside out of your own self interest. Much easier than having to worry about locked windows and doors. Maybe he’s made you a fugitive, maybe he’s tracked your family, maybe he’s led you to believe the property is trapped— but you stay because you’re afraid. And besides— what kind of wife doesn’t have free roam of their own house? And if he wants you to get used to being his wife, keeping you cooped up in just one room won’t do.

Similarly, Gaz is playing mind games. He keeps you in one room, one of your own, to start with— but he makes it clear that everything you have is a privilege that can be taken away. Starts you at the bottom, so that once he trickles in little kindnesses, you’re conditioned to be very grateful. If you to try to leave, you’ll be met with locks that are fingerprinted and combination based, and he will make your already small world smaller as punishment as much as he has to. But he always explains it gently. Like he hates to be doing it, but has no choice. Until you start to believe it.

Johnny keeps you in his room. So much of your role to him is as a bed warmer, it just makes sense. He also has the sort of primal idea that the more forced proximity, the more skin to skin contact, the more mingling of scents, the more a bond will form between you. He has plenty of locks and bolts to keep you in, but he also has a terrifyingly good read on you. He’s generally extremely perceptive and can tell what makes people tick when he cares enough to observe them closely. So he’ll purposely say things that scare you as much as possible. He wants you trembling and crawling to the only source of comfort you’re allowed— him.

Ghost is the most physical in his restraints. He keeps you in a basement, thin slits for windows you could never squeeze through, a line of locks like he’s trying to keep a pet werewolf. Of them, his lack of a positive self image makes him the least confident that you would ever choose to stay with him. In that same vein— he will tempt you into trying to run. It’s a form of self flagellation for him. He’ll leave the locks undone, you’ll run away, he’ll tracks you down and drag you back all while his heart aches at the reminder that you don’t want him. Maybe you never will, but he can’t bring himself to let go. He also loves the chase. He hasn’t told you this, and he doesn’t know if he ever will, but he faked your death and no one in the world is looking for you.

[sevsgiirl]

Omg okay I can't stop thinking about needy lovesick Sevika with a younger femme partner (you can totally do a continuation of the fic you wrote) so what if, she's a little needy&insecure for their age gap? That her girl gets bored/annoyed with her? (She doesn't have this type of thoughts all the time, but the seeds of doubts grows when she hears other people talk, not directly about her and reader, but in general but it does linger when others points out how different they are) or in her own way, she start craving more compliments, affections from her but dunno how to do it and at the same time she's trying to gauce if her girl still likes her (she does!!) yet just the thoughts/doubts hurts Sevika like so bad, because she would do anything for her darling, what she has to do to make her girl still love her and not leave her?

— sevika with a younger partner and feeling insecure

synopsis: sevika doesn’t have a type. whether they’re older or younger, just as long as they could keep up with her that’s all mattered. but ever since you two started dating, she starts to wonder if she’s the one who could keep up with you and how deep down, it scares her that you might find a problem with it eventually.

note: I just had to post this before going to sleep because the idea is too good. I love the way your brain works and again, thank you for sending in the req <3 love you and I hope you like this.

you were a beacon of light in the cesspool of chaos that is sevika’s life.

to this day, she still doesn’t understand how you and her got into a relationship but here you are now, going strong for almost a year and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

you two rarely get into arguments, when you did she never hesitates to reach out and fix the situation right away because she can’t stand being on bad terms with you for long.

you two are on the same mental wavelength, which sevika appreciates given how you’re a lot younger than her. she’s in her 40s and you were in 20s, but sometimes she forgets because conversations always run smoothly between you two.

but just because she forgets that doesn’t mean other people fail to bring it up.

when you started dating, it was a bit difficult given how it wasn’t received well by a lot of her peers. not that they judged her for it because they could never unless they wanted to have their face busted in. but it was the occasional remarks that had a hint of judgement in them that made sevika uncomfortable.

things such as “she’s a bit young, isn’t she? you better keep an eye on her especially because you’re always at work. it’s hard being in a relationship with someone who’s at a different stage in life as you.”

both of you had jobs but her work compared to yours was hectic. you work as a waitress at jericho’s meanwhile sevika is paid to get her hands dirty for silco. the job was tedious and draining and sometimes she comes home, tired to the bone that she could barely catch up with you. which she feels immensely guilty for.

you’ve reassured her that it isn’t a big deal and that you understand her status in zaun is far more important than yours. you’ve always acknowledged sevika’s role in the under city and why she was feared by many, that’s what attracted you to her in the first place. she was loyal, devoted and her endurance was insane.

but still, despite how sevika’s job is her number one priority, it still doesn’t slip her mind that she may accidentally neglect you and your needs without her knowing.

and she knows it takes a toll on you too, you just don’t want to bring it up because you respect her too much. and she was right because when she came home early one night you weren’t there, and it was almost midnight when you finally returned and you were shocked to see sevika sitting on your couch waiting for you. usually she’d be back around 2-3am.

“hey, you didn’t tell me silco would let you off the hook early,” you said but your words became background noise because she was too focused on your appearance. you were dressed up and from where she sat she could tell you’ve had a lot to drink.

it’s not that it upset sevika you went out, you could do whatever you want but it saddens her that you didn’t even go out of your way to tell her about it assuming she’d be coming home late. is this what you do when she’s not here? go out with your friends and have fun? it’s not that she expects you to wait for her in your apartment all day while she’s away for work.

still, the thought bothers her as she wonders what you must’ve been up to while she was gone. she tries to set the thought aside, not wanting to think bad of you because she knows you’d never go against her back. but certain thoughts crept up at the back of her mind. did you meet someone while you were out? were you offered drinks? did someone invite you out to dance?

“sev, baby, you there?” she didn’t even realize she zoned out until she felt you cupping her cheek “are you tired? you shouldn’t have stayed up for me.”

she shook her head “it’s alright. but yeah, silco let me off early and I wanted to surprise you.”

your shoulders sagged “I’m sorry. I assumed you’d come home late again so I decided to just go out with friends. had I known I would’ve waited so we can stay in and cuddle.”

despite your flattery words, the only thing that stuck to sevika was you implying she’d be late again. you didn’t mean it maliciously, there was no bitterness in your tone but instead there was just… acceptance. which frustrated her because people were right.

perhaps being at different stages in life does this. you needed a partner who you can home to and have fun with but instead you got her who’s always late, is already asleep when you probably want to stay up and have sex at night. she would force herself to push through just for you but she isn’t getting any younger and it shows.

maybe it’s because others have planted it in her head that you two are just far too different that’s why she’s overthinking like this, but it’s becoming more and more evident that they were right and if she doesn’t find a way to fix this, god knows before you start seeing the cracks and the dents as well.

and so in the following day she asked silco if she could cut off her usual hours at work to get back home early. at least for a few weeks and silco was shocked for a second because if there was anyone who’s extremely dedicated to their job, it’s her.

but it’s because of that he deliberates on the request “very well,” he answered “but if the matters are urgent I expect you to come in either way,”

well, it’s better than nothing, sevika thought. what matters is she’ll try to find some time to spend the following weeks with you and to hopefully regain the spark in your relationship.

not that she’s saying it’s lost but she’s scared it will. because if her days don’t consist of work, she’s either at the bar playing cards to blow off some steam, which isn’t exactly a productive way of spending one’s time.

unlike you, you have tons of friends who you go out with at clubs and sevika just doesn’t want to think about all the people you meet there, who are probably the same age as you, and have wanted to ask you out but you turned them down because of her.

meanwhile, she’s here and she can’t even keep you happy like how you deserve.

it eats her up alive that’s why as soon as she comes back from work a lot earlier than usual, she immediately engulfs you in a back hug when she sees you cooking in the kitchen.

you gasped, not expecting her “sev, you’re home.” you were surprised as you turned around “did something happen?”

she shook her head, smiling “no sweetheart, silco just let me off early again. plus I’ve been meaning to spend more time with my girl…”

you still weren’t used to the disruption of the routine, because she’s normally away at these hours, but you weren’t complaining.

and with that, you spent most of the evening cooking and catching up with each other. you didn’t miss the way sevika followed you around the house like a lost puppy when you started cleaning up to get ready for bed.

you raised an eyebrow when she wrapped her arms around your waist while you were washing the dishes, noticing how she’s awfully more needy than usual.

“baby, go rest. you just got back home from work.” you giggled and she just shook her head.

“I just want to spend more time with you. I feel like I haven’t been the best partner.”

that halted you in your tracks and you angled your head so you can face her “baby, what makes you think that?” your eyebrows were furrowed and she just held you tighter.

she lets out a breath, tired and awfully nervous about vocalizing her doubts. what if once she points it out you start seeing the red flags too? and then these affectionate gestures just won’t be enough? what then?

“I know with my job and the responsibilities I have, I haven’t been able to fulfill your needs. you have so much ahead of you and I’m always at work and I just don’t want to make it seem like I’m wasting your time.” she said and you just stood there, letting her words sink in.

“you’re young and you could be with someone whose head isn’t always stuck in a bunch of paperwork or is running around the lanes doing silco’s dirty work.” her jaw clenched and she starts to wonder if admitting to all of this was a good idea.

“I’m sorry, princess. I just don’t want to bore you by leaving you here at home all by yourself…”

you immediately swiveled around in her arms and took her face in your hands.

“sev, look at me.” you said, your voice stern “I could give less than two fucks about people my age. you think when I got into a relationship with you I didn’t know what I was signing myself up for? of course I did and I don’t regret any of it. I know you have responsibilities and I accepted all of your duties the moment you became mine.”

“I could never be bored of you, baby.” you told her, thumb caressing her cheek “you don’t treat me any differently because of my age so why should I? I love it that you’re so hard at work and that you provide for me. the fact my salary at jericho’s isn’t even enough to pay half of our rent but you don’t mind because you provide for us both, why would I find that boring? that’s fucking sexy.”

she couldn’t help but let out a snort “oh, so what you’re saying is that you’re staying with me because I’m basically your sugar mommy?”

you grinned “amongst other things,” you said before capturing her lips with your own.

the kiss was hot, heavy and slow as sevika gripped your hips and pulled you against her. pushing her knee up and sliding it across your thighs and she started rubbing against your clothed cunt, making you whimper.

“so you’re not bored of me? or mad?” she asked as she pulled away to look at you.

you rolled your eyes “you could be 23 or 75 for all I care and I still wouldn’t get bored of you.”

your finger drew circles around her chest as you fluttered your eyes up at her “plus you fuck me like you’re 23 anyway, so I don’t see why I would look for someone my age.”

she couldn’t help but laugh, swooping you up in her arms and you circled your legs around her waist as she walked you to your bedroom “god, you’re such a handful.” she said.

you smirked “but you love it.”

[spookyji]

yes or no… raw?! txt

txt on whether or not they wear condoms. nsfw… obviously. don’t come at me for my bad banner making skills lol

yeonjun? addicted to raw. it’s the creampie kink. he’s not as into breeding as much as he is addicted to the feeling of your raw pussy wrapped tightly ‘round his cock, and the mess he can make of your pussy as his creamy cum seeps out, only for him to push it back inside, god, loves claiming your pussy as his. ditched the condoms ever since you begged him for raw, can’t fuck with one now. or ever again. the kind of sex that leaves you with a pussy smeared and swollen with his cum, your panties shoved in his pocket, your thighs rubbing together when you try to keep it all inside but it’s dripping down your thighs when you walk,, and it’s not subtle.

soobin can’t. he really just can’t wear one anymore. happened by accident, when the condom broke and he couldn’t resist the thoughts anymore, the ones urging him to breed you to the brim and fill you up so full, oh, he was so fucked. so pussy drunk, so weak to his needs to breed, so romantic how soobin is obsessed with you, isn’t it? always praising you for taking him so well, asking you if you can feel how deep he is and how full you are of his seed, so sweet how he wants it all so bad. can it be considered an accident if soobin’s always coming inside… and if he thinks about it on the daily?

beomgyu means to, but he has a tendency to forget. mostly because while he has a box in his drawer in his room, he has a serious addiction to fucking anywhere but his room… and he hasn’t remembered to put another condom back in his wallet since who knows when. fucking in his studio, the practice room, living room, his car? yeah, he doesn’t have one, but his pull out game is the best, since gyu likes to cum on you. his favorite? all over your ass in doggy, dripping ropes of creamy cum down your thighs, fuck, until it’s such a mess… he’s not that interested in coming inside as long as he can cum on you. his dark bangs a mess over his sweaty skin, panting through parted lips, one hand jerking himself off roughly and the other gripping the plush of your curves, his milky white cum smeared and drooling down your skin, ‘s all beomgyu really wants.

taehyun might be the only one here with a fraction of common sense. like, he’ll eat you out for hours, make you beg for his cock, and he’ll still have the rational thought to make you wait to use protection. no birth control necessary on your part… taehyun isn’t that interested in coming inside, especially not when he’s so good with everything else, from his fingers to his mouth… you’d have to beg for him to not use protection, but then he’d pull out. he will come inside your mouth tho, loves blowjobs so much, his hand grasping your hair to push your head down further ‘til you’re choking, swallow it all, stick out your tongue to prove it. his guilty pleasure.

huening kai… really tries to remember, especially since his pull out game is so bad, but the thing about kai is he gets so seriously pussy drunk. like insanely pussy drunk. the kind of pussy drunk that makes him incoherent when he’s eating you out, he cums untouched in his sweats, all dizzy and blushing ‘cause it’s a little embarrassing how he can’t help it at all, a mess when you sink down on his dick and he completely forgot, feels a little too good to remember and then oh— he came inside. after sex, he’s so clingy, he doesn’t ever wanna pull out, sleepy and stuffed to the brim with his cock and cum, how much better can it get? kai is so cuddly he can make you forget too… sex with him is so sloppy and cute, how both of you are so drunk on intimacy that rational thought doesn’t exist anymore.

this took me 2 weeks to finish bc i am so lazy my god sorry

[81pastrys]

Hi I loved what u did with my Lando guided masturbation requests ur writing is amazing and (bc I'm a freak) I have another if ur up for it 😭 so basically Lando wants reader (his gf) to come with him to training with Jon for company and just so she's healthy and active too but she refuses joking about doing a different type of "cardio" when he gets home. So when he gets home and showers etc they're about to fuck and she's quite happy being bottom and feels like being on top is too much work so Lando does the thing she least expects him to do and that's putting her in top so she can show him her so called "cardio" routine since he knows she never does the work.

Cardi-OH

Summary— She complains about Lando always working out, but admits her favorite working is doing cardio with him.

Warnings— SMUT ; riding ; slight belly bulge kink ; teasing ; back scratching mentioned ; Lando being a little shit

A/N— KEEP. THESE. COMING. I BEG YOU THEY’RE MY FAV

Lando One Shots

Dividers @bernardsbendystraws @dollywons

Jon had asked Lando to do some extra training recently to build his shape back up for the upcoming races after winter and he obliged, but someone didn’t like the fact he was gone all the time.

“Baby, you can come with me, you did say you wanted to workout more.” Lando told her when she whined about him about to leave again. “Come on I’ll wait for you, you can do your workouts while I do mine.”

She tilted her head at him. “Lando the only working out I want to do is cardio, with you.” She joked. She laughed at herself and Lando shook his head with a smile. “Lan, I’m serious you never want to after you work out all day.”

“That’s because it’s also a work out baby.” He said. The way that he fucks, yeah it’s a workout in itself. “Well if you aren’t coming with, I’m leaving.” He stated when she didn’t make any intention to change. They said their goodbyes and she went on with her day as normal.

Lando went and did his workouts and was tired as all hell when he got home. Her words were creating thought in his head, not that she wanted to have sex everyday, but the fact he always put in the work when they do have sex. “I’m home.” He called out.

She greeted him not long after with a kiss and light grind, hoping she could get him in the mood. “Can we please?” She asked. He sighed and gave her a quick kiss.

“Can I shower and change?” He asked with a disgusted face. “I’m sweaty and sticky.” She smiled with an innuendo forming on her lips before he kissed her to stop it from spilling out.

He showered while she waited patiently. He dried off and plopped on the bed next to her. She turned to look at him with a cheeky smile. He turned to look at her and smiled back. “I never got an answer from earlier lan.” She teased.

“I don’t mind.” He said, she was giddy and began undressing. She wandered her hands over his body before he stopped her. “If you do the work.” He smiled cheekily now. She absolutely hated riding. Her smile faded and he laughed. “Well you said you wanted to do cardio, show me.”

She would hate to admit he turned her on, but he definitely did. She straddled his hips and kissed him while her hands roamed. His following suit, grasping her boobs the right way to make her breath hitch, or squeezing her hips the way she liked. She brought a hand to test her readiness for him and sure enough she was slick from just making out.

“Need any help?” He asked. He wasn’t going to be entirely mean, just a little. She nodded at him and he replaced her hand with his. He teased her folds, watching her reactions he loved so much. “What’s got you so wet baby?” He asked with a cocky smile.

“You making me do the hard work.” She joked. He slipped two fingers in with ease and she moaned. His other hand steadied her figure with a firm grip as he curled his fingers, bringing her close to the edge. “Your turn to make us feel good yeah?” He slid his fingers out and brought them to his mouth. He gave a teasing slap to her ass and she winced.

“I’m going to have a talk with Jon, because there is no way in hell I’m doing this everyday.” She said before stroking him a few times. She lined him up and slowly lowered herself. Their moans in sync as she bottomed out. She gave an experimental grind and he groaned, his grip tensing on her side making her moan out.

She stayed still, adjusting to his size. His grip loosened and one hand explored her body teasingly slow as she stilled any movement. He pressed on her stomach, making her fold into him. “You feel that?” He asked. “That’s how deep I am baby. Make good use of it.” She moaned as he pressed on her again.

She started slowly grinding, about an inch or two slipping out at a time. She was saving her energy for who knows what. “Fuck lan, you feel so good.” She moaned. She lifted herself higher, only to drop back down and hit her g-spot straight on. A gasp escaped her lips and Lando chuckled, enjoying his view of her struggling on top.

“Yeah? Hitting all the right spots?” He teased. She continued the slow pace, hoping he would crumble under the teasing pace and just fuck into her like she wanted. Lando was patient, not focusing on himself at this given time. He enjoyed watching her.

She realized this too late and her legs were shaking from the position as she wanted to speed up. “Fuck I can’t.” She whined, her legs feeling like jelly as she bounced erratically to chase her high. He felt her thighs quiver on his hips and he rubbed them to soothe her pain.

“You’ve got this baby, keep going.” He praised. “Doing such a good job on top.” Now he was just fucking around and she hated how he had the upper hand. Yes, she was getting what she wanted, but not in the way she wanted it. She felt impossibly close to her orgasm, her movements faltering as her legs shook violently at the unwelcome workout.

“I’m so close, please lan.” She moaned. She rested her upper body on his, hoping that would relieve something, but it did nothing. If anything it made her more needy for him to take over. She panted as her movements halted completely, her legs still violently shaking.

“What’s the matter baby?” He taunted. “I thought you were showing me your cardio?” His hands ran up her sides soothingly as her climax wears away from close to not there at all. She moved from straddling him and groaned at her legs, pain forming from the position.

“I hope you’re happy, neither of us even finished.” She panted next to him, exhausted. He kissed her shoulder and groped her breast again. She had barely any reaction from how tired she was.

“If I kept you on top and said keep going, would you?” He teased. She shook her head in disagreement and he smiled. “That’s what Jon does to me everyday.” He told her. He figured that was enough torment and hovered his body over her, giving in to her desires.

It took about 5 rough thrusts, scratching at his back, and few circles on her clit for her to completely crumble under him.

Safe to say Jon made a comment on the devilish scratch marks on Lando’s back the next day.

Hehe it’s long too

@il0vereadingstuff @angelluv16 @pandabiiissh @kallanfiona @itznotsophia

[heavyhitterheaux]

Girl Errands

See Me Through You Blurb

Synopsis: You try to distract your husband from the multiple bags piled up in the back of your car, which was the result of you running "errands"

Pairing: Husband!Joe Burrow x Wife!Reader

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Glancing down at your dashboard in your car, you saw that it was now around two in the afternoon and figured that Joe would probably be making his way home soon.

So, that left you with one task.

Beat him home so that he doesn't see the multiple bags that are a result of you telling him that you were going to run “errands”. 

You in fact did not run one errand according to Joe if you were to ask him since they consisted of Target, TJ Maxx, Starbucks, JoAnn Fabrics for more things to crochet, and last but certainly not least browsing the Savage Fenty website for new lingerie which you knew would end up getting torn and would make Joe buy you more. 

As you pulled out of the Target parking lot, you were met with a stop sign before turning on the main street and coming to a red stop light. You just so happened to glance to your right to see no one other than your husband drumming his fingers on the steering wheel and waiting for the light to change.

“Shit!” You muttered as you glanced behind you to look at the multiple bags in the backseat.

When you turned back around, Joe just so happened to catch your eye and you smirked before you gestured for him to roll down his window.

You might as well distract him.

“Hey handsome! You got a girl? I'm trying to go on a date with you tonight.” You said as you winked at him while he couldn't help but to laugh at your horrible attempt at a pick up line.

“I have a wife actually and I highly doubt she would like that very much.” 

“Well, I won't tell if you won't.”

“I'm trying to save us both from ending up being six feet under. She's short, but don't let that fool you.” He replied as you turned up your nose and glared at him.

“I'm sure I can take it. So what do you say?”

Before Joe could respond, he glanced in the backseat of your car and made a face before turning his attention back towards you.

“Uh oh.” You said quietly before you heard your husband's voice.

“Baby! What do you have in the backseat!?”

“Nothing! Bye!” You told him as the light turned green and you pulled off without another word.

But your luck ran out when you were once again caught at a stop light literally less than a mile from your house right next to Joe as he gestured for you to roll your window down and you shook your head no.

So as soon as you told him no, your ringtone for him started blasting throughout the car and you hesitantly hit accept.

“Princess….”

“Oh thank goodness. There's this weird dude who keeps following me in his car and pulling up next to me every time I'm at a stop light.”

“I am not doing this with you today. I refuse.” Joe said as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Refuse what, babe?”

“Don't act dumb. Now what is in the backseat?”

“Stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?”

“For me to know and for you not to find out because I was supposed to beat you home and hide everything.” You honestly told him.

“Hmm, and how's that working out for you?”

“It'll be fine once I get home before you do.” You replied as you hit the gas once more and sped away from him.

“I am literally right behind you and you better slow down before you get a ticket.”

“I'm pretty and I'll be let off with a warning. Works every time.”

“Why do you love to stress me out on a daily basis?”

“You're the one who asked me to marry you so you did this to yourself.” You replied as you pulled into the garage with Joe right behind you.

Joe got out of his Porsche before coming over to the driver's side door of your car and opening it, seeing you smiling at him, but he did not look amused.

“Hi baby!” You greeted him as you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs wrapped around his waist.

Placing a kiss on his lips, he didn’t return it which made you frown. 

“Give me a kiss and fix your face.”

Joe rolled his eyes before kissing you and continued to make a face at you as he pulled away.

“Is this supposed to be serving as a distraction?”

“A little bit, but I can take my clothes off if it isn't working. Now how about that date you promised me?”

“I never even gave you an answer.”

“You're undressing me with your eyes so that's a good enough answer which obviously translates to yes.”

“We can go on a date... right after you show me what's in the backseat.”

“No.”

“Fine. I'll just get my hair cut and run errands in my gray sweatpants.” Joe told you as your eyes then went wide.

“I… Just get the bags please and I'll tell you.”

“That’s exactly what I thought.”

[authorhjk1]

I know its just wishful thinking but I hope you can release something short for Irene’s special day on March 29.

March 29, 2025

(Irene X Julie X Male Reader) word count: 2550

Julie breaks your kiss and leans back against the wall behind her.

"I want to open my birthday present now"

She bites her lip and pulls you closer by your collar.

Unfortunately for her, her group has some kind of performance on a music show today. Right now the two of you are in some hallway, away from Kiss of life's busy changing room and basically anyone else.

"What makes you think you're getting a present this year?"

You rest your hands on her naked waist.

"Because I've been a good girl."

Julie laughs as she wraps her arms around your neck.

The two of you engage in another passion filled kiss. Your tongue dances with hers. Her lips are pressed against yours. You feel her slowly reaching down for your belt. Without thinking you start to take off her top. Your hands then wander over her tits, squeezing them while Julie moans into your mouth. Her own hands work on your pants.

"I need you right here, baby."

Julie mumbles into the kiss as she lets your pants slide down along your legs. You feel one of her hands stroking your cock as you let go of her lips and attack her exposed neck. A deep appreciative moan leaves her lips, but you know you probably don't have much time for foreplay. Despite being in a distant corner of the building, there could always be someone walking in your direction.

You quickly undo the button on Julie's dark jeans and open the zipper. Instead of taking her pants off her properly, you just pull them down far enough to expose her pussy. Her lack of underwear tells you that the gift she got this morning didn't satisfy her enough.

"Take me."

She whispers, her voice rises a pitch higher in anticipation.

Your hands are on her waist once more and you pull Julie up so her pussy is on the same hight as your cock. She quickly spits into her hand and then gives your cock a few strokes, coating it with a thin layer of her saliva. She's now standing on her tip toes as she looks up at you with big eyes. You look back down at her, your eyes darting to her lips. You find hers when you lean down and as your lips lock with hers, your cock penetrates Julie's pussy.

The two of you moan in union as your bodies melt into each other. Your girlfriend's tight snatch feels warm and wet around your cock as her hand lock behind your neck once more. She pulls you further against her, which makes her tits press against your lower chest. You feel her hard nipples even though your shirt. Her efforts makes your cock sink even deeper into her.

Soon the hallway is filled with moan after moan as you fuck Julie out in the open. There's no room to hide in. No shelf or something to hide behind. Nothing. Just the two of you in the middle of the hallway. Julie pinned against the wall, one of her legs wrapped around you, while you hold her up by her waist.

"I can't get enough of your present."

Julie chuckles, before kissing you again. You continue to fuck her against the wall, while her pussy seems to suck you in.

As time goes on, you forget everything around you. The only things you can feel and see are Julie's pussy around your cock and her big eyes, which are looking up at you. She feels the same with you. Your cock feels amazing inside her pussy and she can't help but admire how you seemingly effortlessly pin her against the wall. She can feel how the pleasure inside her systems starts to grow with every moment and her hands hold onto your shoulders even tighter.

"You feel so good, baby."

It's the only thing Julie can say while you fuck her in the middle of the hallway. You don't plan on stopping, until you completely take away her ability to speak. You want to make her cum. Not just as a birthday gift, but also because you love how she looks while she orgasms.

A disappointed whine leaves her lips when you slow down.

"Turn around."

You growl into her ear, your ability to speak properly slowly starting to fade away as well.

Julie complies and a second later, you fuck your girlfriend from behind. You press her against the wall, which is now in front of her.

"Oh god..."

Her eyes roll to the back of her head as she feels her left cheek being pushed against the cold brick wall with every thrust.

Julie bent over slightly on instinct, but you need her flat against the wall. You push into her further and take a step forward.

"Oh, shit..."

Another whine leaves her lips as you fully bottom out inside of her. Her entire body is now pressed up against the wall. Julie feels her nipples slightly rubbing against the rough surface of the painted bricks. She bites her lip, trying to suppress a scream of joy. The fact that the surface isn't just rough, but also cold intensifies her pleasure even further.

"It's too much."

She mewls when she feels your fingers sneaking around her waist on their way towards her clit. Once you find it, you start rub it, making Julie lose her mind. You're stimulating her pussy and her clit, while the feeling of the wall against her nipples drives her crazy.

"Good girl, Julie."

You whisper into her mouth, before kissing her naked shoulder. Your words send her on her way towards her orgasm with no option of turning back. You feel her body slightly heating up as her moans grow in volume. Your thrusts keep pinning her against the wall, while your fingers continue to work on her clit.

"Oh my god."

A deep moan signals your girlfriend's incoming orgasm. You feel her slightly backing her ass up into you, trying to get you even deeper inside of her.

"I-I'm..."

Her ability to speak abandons her, before Julie can complete her sentence. A moment later, you feel her pussy contracting around your cock. It makes your own head spin, but you do your best to hold on. Julie seems to lose control over her body as another moan leaves her wide open mouth. You come to a hold as she reaches her high, wanting to have her really enjoy her orgasm. Still inside of her, you feel her pussy trying to make you cum as well as her juices continue to coat your shaft. A small trickle escaped her stuffed pussy and is now running down her thigh.

"Oh wow."

She finally says, still against the wall as she catches her breath.

"Happy birthday."

You lean in and give her cheek which isn't pressed against the wall a loving kiss.

Now that you've made her cum, you're not sure what to do. Clearly Julie has had enough. Her thighs still feel like pudding and you have to hold her up. When she slightly pushes herself off the wall, you get the hint and take a step back. Her breath hitches when your cock leaves her pussy.

"Thank you so much, baby."

She turns around, but instead of looking at you, she focuses on something on your right. Her eyes grow wide in shock. You mentally slap yourself as you quickly turn around, expecting a staff member. If it was one of her members, Julie would look surprised, embarrassed, not afraid. You should've know better. After all, Julie has an image to uphold. What if people find out about this? What would her fans say if someone talks about her getting fucked in some hallway?

All those thoughts and worries race through your head as you turn around. It's not a staff member, but you're not sure if that's a relief. In front of you is standing Irene. Red Velvet's Irene.

Despite accompanying Julie to the occasion award show here and there, you've never seen Irene from such a small distance. She's barely standing three steps away from. And despite Julie being your girlfriend, you can't deny that Irene is unbelievably beautiful.

Her cold expression slightly darkens the light of her beauty as she casually leans against the wall, arms crossed in front of her chest. She clicks her tongue in a dismissive manner, before shaking her head. By now you have completely forgotten that your still naked. You're too afraid of what might happen next.

"You shouldn't be doing this kind of stuff out in the open like this, Julie."

"Y-Yes, sunbaenim."

Julie bows apologeticly and you feel bad for her. She must be even more embarrassed than you are.

"And you too. Shouldn't you know better."

"Sorry."

You murmur, although you're not quite sure why you're apologizing. What is Irene gonna do anyway? Tell on you?

"Well, at least it looks like you got your birthday present, Julie. Congratulations."

"T-Thank you, sunbaenim. Today is your birthday as well, right? Happy birthday."

Julie's shy words make you look at Irene again. You didn't know the two of them are sharing a birthday.

"Thank you."

Irene now looks at you.

"Since we're already on the topic of birthday presents..."

She lets her unfinished sentence linger in the air. You and Julie both watch how Irene's eyes slowly travel down your body, until she reaches your cock.

"It seems like you haven't finished yet. Why don't we help each other out?"

You're surprised by Irene's words. A moment ago she was scolding you and Julie about having sex in the hallway. And now she wants it too?

"What?"

"I still haven't gotten a proper birthday present yet and you are still hard. I want to suck you off."

Your dumb question makes her crack a smile.

Her words linger in the air once more while you and Julie try to process them.

"Come on, big boy."

Irene takes a step closer and reaches for your cock.

"Don't you want noona to take care of your cock? It's all hard and stiff."

You let out an involuntary sigh as her fingers graze your shaft.

"What do you say?"

Irene's words are directed at Julie.

"Huh?"

You see your own excitement, worries and uncertainty reflected in your girlfriend's wide open eyes.

"I'm just gonna give him head, so it's not cheating. Plus, you're watching anyway. So what's the harm?"

You don't say anything and wait for Julie. She only needs to say one word and you would step away. But it seems like she isn't completely against the idea of watching another woman sucking her boyfriend's cock.

"It's fine by me. I-I guess."

"Perfect."

Irene purrs and focuses on you next.

"Get on these stairs over there. I'm not gonna kneel on this floor."

You do as she says. Once you reach the stairs, you take two steps and turn around. Irene is standing now right in front of you again, with Julie leaning against the wall at the bottom of the stairs. You're now at the perfect hight, so Irene barely has to lean down. You hear your breath hitch as you feel her warm breath on your cock. A moment later her lips touch your head. Irene makes a point of not opening her mouth fully, so she's kinda forcing your cock past her lips. It feels better than you thought it would.

You glance at Julie, who's eyes are glued to your dick as Irene takes more and more of it. You're fully aware that your cock must still be covered in Julie's slick, but Irene doesn't seem to care. Once she's taken most of your length into her mouth, she starts to suck you off properly. Her lips glide along your shaft, while her tongue is either pressed against the underside of your length, or is swirling around the tip. Her right hand is lazily stroking your base, while her left one is holding onto your thigh for support.

Within moments, you lose yourself in Irene's blowjob. Julie isn't bad at giving them, but it feels like Irene is on another level. Probably more experience. She has you legs shaking after just a short time. You hesitate, but your overwhelming pleasure is forcing you to hold onto her shoulder.

You glance at Julie again, who's hand has disappeared inside her opened jeans. She's touching herself while watching her senior give her boyfriend head. It feels weird to you. Not necessarily bad, but weird. And it's obviously not just the fact that it's the first time your receiving a blowjob while the other person is standing as well. But because you're getting sucked off by someone who's not your girlfriend. While said girlfriend is watching.

But it seems to only add to your arousal. Because when Irene begins to really enjoy herself and starts to make some noise, you know you won't last much longer. Her slurping sounds echo through the otherwise silent hallway. She gets a little messier by adding more spit to your cock in form of spitting on it.

You can't see it, but you can feel how when she's taking most of your cock, Irene is sticking out her tongue underneath your cock to just get half an inch further down your length. It makes your situation worse and you feel a familiar knot building in your abdomen. You know that if Irene decides to deepthroat you, you'll cum immediately.

Apart from Irene's sucking sounds, you now hear the faint sound of Julie playing with herself as well. She must be knuckles deep inside her own pussy as she watches the two of you. Her eyes are aide open in arousal as she bites her lip.

"Irene..."

You groan her name, trying to warn her. You're now only seconds away from falling over the edge. But instead of stopping, Irene just continues to move her lips along your length. If anything, she becomes a little faster, which makes you stumble a little faster towards the edge as well. You try to hold on, but it's no use.

"Oh, god..."

You groan louder as your orgasm finally overwhelms you. You feel Irene trying to take more of your cock as you unload inside her mouth. Your legs buckle and you have to hold onto her head to not fall over. Once you're all empty, Irene continues to lick up the last drop of your cum, before she finally lifts her head off your cock.

You can't believe what just happened, what you just experienced. But it's not over yet. With her mouth full, her cheeks bulging a little, Irene turns towards Julie and reaches her after two small steps. She pulls her in for a kiss and you watch how Irene and your girlfriend share your cum right in front of you. It almost amkes you hard again as it drags out longer and longer. Eventually, it seems like the two of them swallowed all of it in the process. They now both turn towards you.

"Our birthdays aren't over yet."

Irene states and after Julie glances at her, your girlfriend gives you a knowing smile.

"Would you like to continue this after our schedule, baby?"

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Hi everyone!

This might come out a little late for some of you, because I only got the request barely a day ago myself, so I didn't have much time to write it. I hope you enjoyed it and happy Julie day and happy Irene day! I didn't know that the two of them share a birthday up until yesterday.

Stay healthy!

[clockwayswrites]

An abundance of birbs part 33

Masterpost Please no editing or concrit, I know I have missing or swapped words, but I am super fuzzy from this headache. It will get a good edit before ao3. <3

“I’m hiding in here from your children,” Danny said as he came into Bruce’s study. He had a tray of tea and snacks in hand, so he must have been sent up by Alfred.

“That’s more than fair, considering,” Bruce said with a little smile.

Danny just sighed as he set the tray down. “You have video, don’t you.”

Bruce nodded. “Jason sent one and Tim the other. They’re very moving.”

“Yes, Jerry’s love for me is eternal, clearly,” Danny drolled.

“If only Jerry’s father would approve of the union,” Bruce said.

Danny gave a little hum as he poured the tea. “Alas, Damian does seem very resistant to the idea, if the lecture he gave Jerry is any indication. Cream, sugar?”

“A little cream, thank you,” Bruce said and got up from his desk. “And Jerry was being very forward so the lecture may be a little deserved, but who can blame him with those wings.”

“Mister Wayne,” Danny said with an exaggerated gasp, “are you you saying that you’re enamored with my wings?”

Bruce reached out and brushed his fingertips through Danny’s wings. He could play it all off, of course. It could just be part of the rest of their banter. But did he want to? He’s enjoyed having Danny around. The man seemed to just fit with the family. Overall, the children certainly seemed to like him. And, well, Bruce found that he quite liked Danny too. Maybe it was time to take a little risk.

“Yes,” Bruce said. “Though the wings are hardly the only thing about you that I’m enamored with.”

Danny blushed so quickly that Bruce was honestly a little concerned bout Danny’s blood pressure. “I—um, oh?”

“Is it that surprising? You’re kind, intelligent, considerate. You protected my children and even before that were gentle and understanding with them. You have a sense of humor and seem able to handle just about anything,” Bruce said, which was almost an understatement with what Danny has been through lately. “And, more shallowly, you’re very attractive, with or without the wings.”

“That—I—oh come on, you of all people can say someone else is attractive!” Danny sputtered.

“Oh?”

“Have you not looked in a mirror recently? You’re the type of person that ‘devastatingly handsome’ was coined for,” Danny said with a gesture at Bruce. “Which is something that I just said out loud. I don’t suppose you want to fire me so that I can run away to a remote island somewhere?”

Bruce chuckled. “Fortunately, I don’t have that sort of power over your job. All that would fall to Lucius.”

“Fortunately?” Danny repeated.

“Umhum. It means that there’s no company policy we’re breaking if we were to date. And there’s no pressure for you to say yes if you’re opposed to the idea,” Bruce said. He very much wanted to make that clear. “And between the press, my reputation, the large family, and the recent rogue attack I know there are a number of reasons to be opposed to the idea.”

“Bruce,” Danny said before Bruce could continue, “are you trying to talk me into dating you or out of it?”

“I well…” Bruce cleared his throat. “I don’t want to assume anything or imply that I am some sort of catch because I hardly am. I am a stubborn man. I have… a rather deep seated anxiety that verges on paranoia at times. It has and can make me overbearing when I try to protect the people I care about. I come with six children, almost as many pseudo children, and a frankly terrifyingly competent butler who is like a father to me. Every relationship I’m in and not actually in ends up in the paper—”

The spiral of words—of reasons he wasn’t good enough for someone like Danny was cut short as Danny pushed himself up on his tiptoes and across the coffee table to press his lips to Bruce’s. Bruce sighed softly into the kiss as it put sudden stop to the unwanted thoughts. Danny left his hand on Bruce’s cheek as he pulled back a little.

“Too forward?” Danny asked. His words and eyes alike were filled with nerves.

“Not at all,” Bruce said quickly. He followed his words up with a quick kiss as proof. “I am sorry about rambling like that. As I said, deeply anxious.”

“Anxious is okay. You’re aware of it. I’m not exactly a paragon of mental health either. I’ve been going to therapy since I was eighteen,” Danny said. His thumb gently stroked Bruce’s cheek. “First off, fuck the press. I can deal with it. Second off, your family is huge and wonderful and not at all something that would stop me, not unless they hated me.”

“They certainly do not hate you,” Bruce assured him.

“Third off,” Danny continued with a little smile, “I guess the anxiety, which we’ve covered. And fourth off, I am also very stubborn and have no problem telling someone to budge off if they’re being too much. So, yeah, we might have lines to find out and some of those we’d find out be crossing them and fucking up, but that’s just part of dating, isn’t it? If any of them become lines that we can’t deal with, well, we’re old enough that I would hope that we could end things maturely.”

“I have a very good track record of remaining friends with my exes, for better or worse,” Bruce said.

“Better or worse?”

“Harvey Dent, as one example.”

“Ah,” Danny said with a little nod. “I’ve heard that he’s been doing better at least?”

“That or he’s planning something big,” Bruce said with a sigh. “But I even I know I should stop talking about an ex with someone that just kissed me.”

“Generally a good rule,” Danny agreed with a little smile. “Does this mean that we’re going to try dating?”

“If I didn’t talk you out of it,” Bruce joked.

“Like I said, I’m stubborn,” Danny pointed out. “But as much as I adore them, I expect at least one dinner out with no children once my wings are gone.”

“Deal,” Bruce agreed easily and leaned down to give Danny a proper kiss.

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AN:

I didn't plan for the kiss to happen here, but I'll take it!

[ominous-faechild]

okay, but can I just say:

this is the EXACT reason why, the few times I have any extra money to spend? I most often buy simple things like stickers. a lot of my most precious (cheap) belongings are littered with whatever I can to add personality to them. my dorm? the only decorations i have are some fairy lights and fake flowers I have littered across otherwise-empty spaces. the blank parts of my computer? a collage of stickers. the back of my phone case? same.

because, the best way to be happy? is by allowing yourself the tiniest of joys. looking at the good things around you and letting yourself appreciate them.

i don't do it as much anymore, but i'd had a major hobby of photography in high school because i spent a majority of my time just staring at everything around me and trying to appreciate the world outside of humanity. humanity sucks, yes, but the natural world does not. it's what humanity has made of it. and the best way to find happiness is by looking outside of the muck our species brought upon us all.

get some stickers. get some fairy lights. get knick-knacks. get posters. doodle on your notebooks, or whatever you see a lot and love.

don't leave your living space—or things you frequently use—empty, because decoration and art is how we make ourselves happy.

"minimalism" in daily life is largely for sensory overload/taking a break those trying to put a "positive spin" on being unable to be able to afford decorations (nothing against them, but trying to turn it positive doesn't make it positive. it makes it denial.) and those who can afford to have less, and do so for appearances.

I love personalization. I love stickers on water bottles and on laptops. I love shitty marker drawing on the toes of converse. I love hand embroidered doodles on jeans. I love posters on walls. I love knick knacks on shelves. I love jewelry with goofy charms. I love when people take things and make them theirs.