#like i just wanna be in bed cuddling and fucking on repeat

[lookatlavender]

cuddling that turns into me grinding on you that turns into you pinning me down to the bed and pounding me that turns back into cuddles

[wintersoldiersoul]

Aftercare

A/N: Can't stop thinking about fluffy aftercare with Bucky so here's something short I just wrote

Warnings: tiny bit of smut, aftercare, tooth rotting fluff

“One more for me, baby girl, come on, you can do it,” Bucky encouraged as he pounded into you relentlessly. He had your legs up by your head, cock plunging in and out of your cunt, sending you barreling into your sixth orgasm of the night. You were absolutely exhausted but someone still not satiated yet. You still needed him.

“Oh fuck!” You yelled out, feeling another orgasm creeping up. “I’m gonna cum! Gonna cum so hard! Fuckk!” Your words were practically just screams as you came, squirting and soaking the sheets below you.

Bucky’s thrusts grew sloppy as his breathing got heavy and he shot his load into you. “Ohh my god,” he repeated as he rode out his high.

When you were both finished, he carefully removed himself from inside of you and lowered your legs slowly. You were breathless, laying limp with your eyes closed, utterly spent after the amount of intense orgasms you had. “You with me, baby girl?” Bucky asked, voice dripping with concern and love. 

“Mhm,” you nodded lazily, eyes still closed.

“I’ll be right back. Gonna get a towel to clean you up, okay?” You felt his weight leave the bed and heard the water running in the bathroom. “Gonna be really gentle, okay sweetheart? I just gotta get you all clean.” You shuttered as you felt the towel, still incredibly sensitive. He was so light with his touch, taking his time to make sure that you were all clean. He went back to the bathroom to dispose of the towel and quickly came back to sit beside you on the bed. “Can you drink this for me, baby?” He said, handing you your water bottle from the night table. 

You sat up slowly, grabbing the bottle and taking greedy sips to rehydrate yourself. As much as you loved sex with Bucky, you loved aftercare almost more. You were both so emotional, so full of love for each other, even if he had treated you like his own personal toy just minutes prior. Your wellbeing was always his priority, during and after.

“How you feeling, angel?” He asked, returning the water bottle to the nightstand. “Can you give me words?”

“Feel good,” you said, sleepily. “Tired.” You moved your body so your head was buried in his chest. “Jus’ wanna cuddle with you.”

He smiled, loving the feeling of you in his arms. He loved taking care of you and making you feel safe and comfortable. He rubbed his hand up and down your back in the way he knew you loved. As he held you, he began to feel tears leaking onto his chest. “Hey,” he said, cupping your face in his hands. “What’s wrong? Was I too rough? Did I hurt you?” His eyes were wide with concern.

You shook your head. “No, no, I’m okay. I don’t even know why I’m crying really. Just love you a lot.” 

He kissed your forehead and wiped your tears. “Hey, that’s okay, baby.” He smiled softly. “Lemme give you all the care you need, ‘kay? Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing. I know that was a lot for you.”

You nodded before placing your head in the crook of his neck, reveling in the feeling of him running his fingers through your hair. “Was I good?” you asked quietly.

“Perfect. Absolutely perfect. You always are, angel.” He kissed the top of your head as he held you, letting you use his body for whatever comfort you needed. “Do you wanna take a shower, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, but I don’t know if I can walk,” you admitted. 

“Lemme run a bath, okay? Then we can get nice and cozy and go to sleep.” 

Once the bath was full, Bucky picked you up in his strong arms and carried you, placing you down in the warm water before getting in himself. He grabbed your shampoo, running the soap through your hair before taking a bucket and gently washing it out. He repeated the same method with your conditioner, whispering sweet nothings and peppering your face with kisses the whole time. “I love you so much, baby. My perfect angel girl.”

When you were done, he helped you get changed into pajamas and got you settled on the bed. “You need anything else?” he asked.

“Just you,” you mumbled, holding out your hands. 

He smiled warmly as he crawled into bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you as you both drifted off into a deep sleep.   

[suhlogic]

cold sweat [kim mingyu x fem!oc]

warnings: fwb, sexual tension, size kink, creampie, manhandling, daddy kink, overstimulation, mingyu is really touchy, dom!mingyu, sub!reader, fingering, unprotected sex , porn with little plot , body worship, pussy-eating, car sex , a bit of a self-indulgent fic

you and mingyu have been friends since your senior year of high school. the two of you were as thick as thieves, it didn’t matter if there was the risk of being separated in college— you two would always find each other during holidays and summer breaks in your hometown. but there was just one problem: you were falling hard and fast for the one and only kim mingyu. your mingyu who’s six feet and two inches tall of pure happiness and sweet disposition, the one who’d drop everything for you whenever you’re down, the person who was always cheering you on, and not to mention how handsome he is with his tan skin and prominently defined arms with his toned back as wide as the pacific ocean and those toned abs— but god, his smile and his contagious laugh that you could just constantly put on repeat no matter what time of day it is has you secretly pining away for your best friend. 

being physically intimate with him was not an uncharted territory  for the two of you, it just sort of happened one time when he came home drunk to your place and stumbled on your bed falling into a deep slumber as he cuddled you close in his hazy state. but you two never really brought up that night ever again, it did not matter if you two were sober or not, one of you would always offer cuddles and maybe a few stolen kisses in between especially when the both of you were stressed over schoolwork. it didn’t take that long for you to notice that mingyu was initiating them more often but repressed the thought that he could actually like you because you were just silly old you— always the best friend, never the girlfriend. but, little did you know, he fell first for you. of course he’d never admit that for the sake of protecting the friendship.

[10:00PM]

it was already late at night and you couldn’t stop tossing and turning in your bed so you decided to get up and shower to get ready for the 24/7 gym just near your apartment complex. after getting your things prepared, you decided to ring up mingyu to join you on your workout—or as he calls it, “gymscapade” for when you both get so stressed you need to work out a sweat. he picks up after two rings, voice clearly woken up from a deep slumber. “hey, what’s up?” he replies, “would you wanna go workout with me right now?” you ask, hoping he’s not too lazy in the confines of his bed on the other line.  “yeah, just let me get ready in a bit. call you soon when i’m there.” he says with a yawn. “okay, just meet me at the gym near my place just so i can get a good warmup.” you say as the both of you exchange your goodbyes. 

you make it to the gym not long after and decided to unzip your jacket halfway through your warmup. you were actually the only one in the gym since it was already quite late. while working up a sweat on the lat pulldown machine, you saw mingyu from the corner of your eye entering wearing  grey sweatpants and a compression tank top. he starts to warm up for a bit as you went to where he was, “what are you going to do today?” he asked, stretching out his arms. “i’ll just do a few upper and lower body workouts, maybe squeeze in some lifting too,” you say, as you take a sip from your water bottle. it never really struck you how handsome mingyu was until as of late, it just wasn’t in the books for the two of you to actually get together or even fuck at the very least but knowing how tiny and short you were compared to his huge, tall frame made you run a bit hot and wet down there. 

“care to spot me while i do bench presses?” he says as he takes off the dumbbells from the racks. you could barely lift what he pressed, it’s almost all-consuming seeing mingyu lay on the bench while you looked down at him as he lifted and praising him every time he’d do it. this position was not good for your health, all you could ever think about was him eating you out whenever he would moan out of exertion. you still had a few sets on the lat pulldown machine to go and asked him to spot you, to help you with your form since he was going to the gym longer than you have been. 

mingyu couldn’t stop looking at you. your hair up in a messy ponytail, wearing a cute workout set with just a pastel pink sports bra with tight-fitting compression shorts of the same color. you were so oblivious yet fucking obvious about how bad you wanted your friend to fuck you and he saw right through it. the way your skin would suddenly feel warm under his touch or how you’d hide the hitches in your breath whenever he was too close to you while he observes your workouts. as you were doing your set, he was behind you closing the gap between you two as he made sure you were feeling the burn in all the targeted muscles. as he lowered down to your level on the seat, your back brushed against his crotch and felt something huge and hard. “good girl, just one more and you’re done.” he whispered lowly in your ear as you exhaled when you let go of the bar in an upwards motion. 

as the two of you were helping each other finish workouts, he couldn’t help but gaze into your eyes with a hidden intent and leaned in for a kiss which made you set your dumbbells down on the floor with a loud thud booming through the room. it took you aback and you pulled away from the kiss, mingyu was shocked at your action and stared at you with wide eyes. “i’m sorry i couldn’t help it ever since that night i never stopped thinking about you.” he says, as you pulled him in closer and kissed him harder as your tongues became entangled. “jump,” he whispers as he starts to carry you. fuck, it was really hot seeing him take the lead and it made you weaker for him than ever before. he puts you down before you could even leave hickeys on his neck, “y/n, i’m not going to fuck you here, let me be a gentleman and take you back to my place,” he says with a mischievous smile, lips red and swollen from the steamy makeup session. 

both of you grabbed your things and went inside his car, the tension was hot and heavy as his hand were rubbing your thigh further riling you up while he drove through the quiet streets of the city with you weak and submissive under his touch.    it was something that set your insides on fire— seeing mingyu’s hand veins pop out from gripping the steering wheel hard resisting himself from pulling over and fucking you in the nearest empty parking lot he could find. as soon as the stoplight turned red, he looked over at you with a menacing smirk. “god, you just look so pretty and desperate for me, huh?”

you couldn’t help but be more turned on as you felt your core get wetter just because of his words and before you knew it, he was taking off your seatbelt for you and leaning in for a desperate kiss with his tongue exploring your mouth as if he had been waiting for this moment. “go in the backseat, now” he said in between breaths while still cupping your face, his usual kind and bright eyes, now filled with lust and a dominating gaze desperately telling you how bad he wanted this. as you made your way into the back, he followed suit and did not waste time taking off your bra showing off your huge boobs, its buds already hardened from the cold air. he smirked as you whined at how he took your nipples between his fingers and played with them, mingyu then sat you on his lap and felt his manhood through his sweatpants as you were just only left in your tight shorts that were clearly thin. “princess, you look so pretty like this. all naked and wet for daddy, huh?” he whispered as you began to grind your clothed pussy on his hard dick, just more wanting more from him. craving mingyu like he was the kind of drug you needed, so intoxicating yet so worth the risk. 

with lust-filled eyes, mingyu looked up at you and pulled you in for a rough kiss, tongues tied with one another. as he pulled away once more, he started to leave love bites all over your neck and chest not giving a fuck who sees it— all he knows is that you're his by day's end. his rough hands began to roam your body and unclasped your bra skillfully letting your huge tits be free. his mouth immediately latched onto your tit while his fingers began to rub the nipple in between the other one.

"fuck, daddy please i wanna feel you inside," you moaned. he just smirked as he began to flip you onto the backseat so he'd be on top of you. "patience, angel, good girls get to cum." he whispers through gritted teeth, grinding his hard cock on your pussy, still clothed yet the thong you wore hardly doing anything to cover the wetness. as mingyu goes down on you to take off your underwear, he leaves kisses on your stomach and hips, "god, you look so gorgeous fucked out for me, why didn't we fuck sooner?" he moans in between kisses. he inserts two of his fingers inside your dripping pussy, "so fucking tight for me, yeah, can't wait for my dick to be inside hm?"  he says as you could  just lose all sense of rationality with how good he is with his fingers. he then lowers his head down in between your thighs and eats you out, licking your clit as if he's a starved man. 

"daddy, please i'm so fucking close," you whine, tears of pleasure filling your eyes. mingyu proceeds to insert three of his fingers and fucked you faster with it, his long and thick digits began to curl inside, "you like being a slut for me yeah? who fucking owns you?" he moans, "you daddy, please.. gyu.. .more," you say as he coaxes you into your first orgasm. he takes out his fingers, your cum coating his fingers as he proudly licks and sucks them off with pride with a devilish smirk. "you taste so sweet, angel... " he says as you begin to claw at the waistband of his  sweatpants, desperate to feel his dick inside you. he smirks at how helpless you look and removes his bottoms along with his boxers, his hard, long dick standing in its full glory slapping against his chiseled abs,  as its girth makes you wonder how it could fit inside of you.

"will it fit, gyu?" you ask in a small voice. "oh, we'll make it fit, princess, i've prepped you enough yeah?" he begins to jack off his dick preparing to put it inside. "fuck, you look so small for me, all for me..so pretty spread out like this," he moans as he teases the tip of his dick in between your folds and slowly thrusts it inside of you. "fuck...my god gyu so fucking good, please...move," you whine as he begins to slowly move inside of you taking his sweet time to be inside of you. god knows how fucking long he waited to have you like this, you just looked so angelic and slutty under him, it took everything in him to not fill you to the brim with his cum right there. his hands tightly gripped your waist as he pounded into you faster, feeling how big he is inside, hitting the tip of your cervix. you put your arms around the nape of his neck as you pull him in for a passionate kiss, hands roaming around his toned upper back leaving scratches on it as your nails dig into its broad surface. 

you feel his thrusts get faster and deeper as he began to rub your clit helping you to also reach your second orgasm, "i'm fucking close baby, " he moans as his thrusts get sloppier. "cum..inside..me..it's okay,'m on the pill daddy"you whine out as you two feel each other's release, his cum mixed with yours dripping down your thighs. mingyu pulled out as he reached into the glovebox compartment for a box of tissue helping you clean up. "fuck...what just happened?" he asks, giggling. "we fucked," you laugh as he pulls you closer to him in the tight space with the steam-filled windows from the sex earlier. "so...i like you..a fucking lot," he starts as he begins to intertwine his fingers with yours and kisses your forehead, "yeah, i do too gyu," you smile as you pull him in closer for another kiss, this time full of love and gentleness. "let's go home and finish what we started, yeah?" he says while you two begin to get dressed up and drive back to his place for the night. 

[tired-biscuit]

is it weird I wanna rub my face against Logan chest hair?

18+ MDNI, fem!reader // established relationship, domestic bliss

wc: 1.2k+

———

definitely not. hairy men are hot!

like, now i’m thinking about finally getting a day to yourselves and spending the majority of it in bed. cuddling, resting, catching up after an excruciatingly busy week, with your limbs tightly intertwined and your voices soft and hushed because despite being a mutant that’s been blessed with inhuman strength, logan’s body and mind both feel so overworked and exhausted that he’s practically sinking into the mattress with a prolonged and incredibly grateful groan.

continuously fighting for the sake of being the ‘good guy’ is no small task, after all… it can take quite a toll on him sometimes — powers or no powers.

still, that specific role has been graciously placed to the back of his mind for now because he’s fresh out of the shower and he’s scrubbed all of the grime and sweat off of his skin, keeping it clean until it’s time for him to head out the door again — straight into a world where wolverine stands front and center.

but for now, he gets to be just logan. nothing more, nothing less.

and speaking of logan; his hair is still slightly damp from the previously mentioned shower. the wolfy ear-like shapes that he prefers to style atop his head have drooped slightly with the weight of the water, and the apples of his cheeks have become flushed from the steam.

the smell of the shower gel that you had picked for him a little while ago at the store mixes with his signaturely masculine, heavy scent. it only intensifies, steadily filling your nostrils when you swing your leg over his middle to pull yourself on top of him and lay your head on his bare chest.

he didn’t bother putting a shirt on. i mean, why would he, when he’s in the privacy of his own home and at long fucking last doesn’t have to look presentable — he calls it fancy, the idiot — for anyone?

but anyways, his rough hands wrap around your hips when you straddle him. he exhales deeply, the breath long and content, but it breaks into a confused chuckle when you begin to rub your cheek against the hair on his chest all of a sudden.

“uh,” he starts, arching a dark eyebrow even though you can’t see it from how busy you are with smushing your face into his tits as far as it’ll go. “should i even ask, or…?”

“just petting myself against your love rug, my dearest,” you mumble, unfazed by the curiosity that’s lacing his voice. “unlike the rest of you, it’s surprisingly soft. feels kind of nice.”

the corner of logan’s mouth twitches upwards at that. it’s barely there, less of a smile and more of a smirk, but it’s there.

“unlike the rest of me?” he repeats, clearly amused in some shape or form now.

you stop the movement to roll your eyes at him. “i meant your crazy man muscles and the whole skeleton enveloped in metal thing that you’ve got going on for yourself, not your dick, you pervert.”

there’s a second chuckle slippist past his lips, and you can hear this one rumble in the depths of his chest before he asks, “who said anything about my dick?”

you look up into his hazel eyes as you rest your chin on your knuckles, grinning at the glint of playfulness that’s residing there. his forehead is smooth, no deep wrinkle of agitation in sight. gosh, you love it when he’s relaxed and happy. it makes him appear kinder, even if you do have a weak spot for his more broody side.

“well… what else have you got that’s hard, then?” you ask, choosing to play along now.

“easy,” he replies. “my heart.”

you stare at him. he stares at you.

a steady beat of silence stretches out between you.

“pfsh,” you huff finally, immediately snickering like a girl in love. “your heart? seriously?”

“what?” he asks, stroking his fingers up and down your sides. his touch is so warm, it stirrs you into motion, lures you into grinding your hips against his own. slow and lazy and thorough — just like the way your entire day off has been spent so far.

blood rushes below logan’s waistline as a result. he readjusts, gripping you tighter by the hips, pressing you down on instinct. you can feel him poking you between your legs already. eager.

“oh, nothing,” you purr, reaching out to comb your fingers through his hair, picking up the moisture there. “i’m just a bit taken aback by this piece of information, that’s all… i mean, for a man who loves to cuddle every chance he gets and who secretly enjoys having his fruit cut up by me into tiny little slices despite possessing claws, you sure as hell don’t strike me as someone with a hard heart, you know.”

foreheads pressing against one another, you keep your voice as quiet as it can be when you add, “the truth is that you’re a softy, logan... like a teddy bear or a really good pillow, it’s always nice to have you at home. and i love you for it.”

you say it like it’s a secret.

before he can respond, you lean in to place a gentle kiss on his lips, then, just for the sake of provoking him further. his stubble scrapes your skin, prickling slightly when he pushes forward to deepen the kiss, and you can feel his strong heartbeat speed up underneath your palms.

it keeps doing that as of late. racing on and on and on… hmm.

logan looks up at you, his pupils visibly dilating as he takes you in. the shape of your face, the curve of your cupid’s bow, the love that he still can’t believe you harbour for him of all people, and that’s currently swirling inside your eyes. you even smell like love, goddammit.

he doesn’t say the words back — he can’t yet, he’s not ready but he will be, you just have to give him time, just wait for him, please — but what he does is flip you around in one smooth movement and pins you down with the help of his hand holding onto both of your wrists.

there’s no pressure behind the grip, but you know he doesn’t feel the need to apply it because he’s positive that you won’t go anywhere. and he’s so big above you now; the curve of his shoulders is broad, the muscles in his back are strong and flexing with anticipation. even his eyes have turned dark. like an animal’s that’s gone into hunt.

he hunches his shoulders slightly as he drops lower to cup your cheek and kiss you again, this time being the one to initiate it first. with the distance now nearly gone, you open your legs further for him, locking your ankles on the small of his back. he uses the chance to press the hard-on that’s painfully straining his boxers against you.

breaths intermingle as you both begin to pant. his cock is big just like the rest of him is, heavy. you squirm, lifting yourself just enough for him to help you take your shirt off. his chest presses against yours after that, sharing the warmth, sticking with upcoming sweat, making you feel the silky smooth hair that’s residing there and driving you even more wild.

“oh, by the way,” he murmurs between hot kisses, fingers already tugging on the waistband of your panties, “never say love rug again. when you need me to pet you, just tell me.”

[rabbidbunwy]

🔞Hawks x reader| Minors DNI| NSFW WARNING!!! 🔞

You handle Keigo as he's on breeding season [again] but with a twist,he's going to get you pregnant (,,¬﹏¬,,)

Contents: Hawks x Anon! reader-both adult-explicit content-crampie-moaning-breeding-consensual-smut-cumming-hard-getting pregnant-impregnation-l'ots of pet names by Keigo[sunshine,birdie etc.] cute-fluff-aftercare-teasing-cuddle-whines-teasing-lots n' lots of cuddles towards the end-cheesy-needy and cuddly Keigo

The reader doesn't talk a lot here,too busy about being breed (๑/////๑ " )

I'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

Please reblog 🔁 and like❤️

P.s: this is supposed to be the second writing of my breeding series? idk but the second of my writings with my FAVORITE bird man

i love my birdie so muchhhh ughhhh ( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡)

!! (°□°)☝️ Again don't read if you found it unconfortable with the subject/context

@muzansslxt @candy69gurl @kiwicopia @satorkive @ponderingmoonlight

Keigo other hand moved down to your hip, gripping it as he began to get rougher. “I’m gonna try so hard to breed you, my good little birdy” he repeated, letting out low whimpers and gasps as he spoke. “God, the thought of seeing you pregnant with my baby just…it drives me god damn insane, sunshine.”

His pace increased as you were flipped onto your stomach, and he let out another low moan. “I’m going to breed you so good, darling…” “You’re gonna take my baby so deep inside you, sunshine” he continued “I’m gonna give you so many little baby birdies, sunshine” he repeated. His breathing was coming out in short, labored gasps. “And I’m gonna make sure every one of them is a little copy of their daddy.”

“Wanna watch your belly grow nice and big, gonna fill you up so deep-” he grunted as he spoke, his pace getting faster and more desperate. “My good little birdy…I’m gonna fill you up so much-" he groaned loudly “You want to have my baby that badly, my good little birdy?” His thrusts began to get even quicker, his breath coming out in pants and gasps.

“You want the children of a birdie that bad?” “God, I can’t wait to see you all big and swollen with my baby…you’ll look so beautiful like that, sunshine. My little birdy…” he groaned, one of his hands gripping your hip harder. You cried out strangled gripping the bed "f..fuck mhnn K..keigo-"

With your back completely pressed against his chest, he could reach even deeper. His hands tightened on your waist as he thrusted up, a low groaned moan falling from his lips “Mnh…yeah, that’s it sunshine” he panted out between breaths. “Gotta make sure I breed you nice and good, now, huh?” “Gotta make sure my birdie baby gets planted in you” he added, his breaths coming out in pants. “Gotta make sure I get you all knocked up and pregnant, huh, my good birdie?” His pace began to get a little rougher, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he tried to go even deeper. “Gotta make sure you have my babies, darling.”

More moans

“Mmm…gotta make sure you’re a good pregnant birdie, huh?” His pace was getting more sloppy, his hands beginning to shake.

“You want that…you wanna be all heavy and swollen with my babies, darling?” He grunted out, struggling to get the words out between breaths and moans. “Want me to fill you up so deep, sunshine?”

You gripped Keigo shoulders as you moaned loudly "ah-ah Keigo-"

Keigo grunted as you gripped his shoulders, the feeling of your hands giving a sort of encouragement to him. “Yeah…yeah, that’s it, sunshine…just like that..” “Just like that, darling…God, you’re so good for me, huh?” He mumbled out, his pace getting rougher and more sloppy. “Such a good birdie for me, sunshine..letting me breed you like this…”

“You want me to give you my babies deep and proper, huh, birdie?” He asked between breaths, his pace picking up just the slightest. “My beautiful sunshine birdie going to let me knock you up nice and good?” You moaned in response feeling closer and closer "nghnn Keigo…I'm.. "

“Yeah…yesss…come for me, birdie” he panted out “Come on, sunshine, let me fill you up nice and good for me” he panted out, his breathing coming out in heavy gasps at this point. “Come for me, darling…please-” You moaned at every word he spatted out feeling closer and closer as you mewed and moaned

“Yeah…mmm…that’s it…come for me, sunshine…let me knock you up so good-”

He gave another low, drawn-out whine, his pace continuing to pick up as he got more desperate. “Come on…come on-”

“Come on, birdie, be a good birdie and come for me…need you to, birdie..” he panted out, getting more impatient. “Need to fill you up…”

“That’s it….mmm..good girl, birdie…such a good birdie…” he groaned, the feeling of you tipping over more than enough to drive him over the edge, too. “Just like that…yeah…just like that-” He let out another low whine at the feeling of you gripping his shoulder, his rhythm picking up and getting rougher, his gasps more labored. “Oh..oh, yes…yes..yesyes…oh my god-”

“Oh my god…oh my god, I’m so close….oh god, birdie…oh my birdie….yesyesyesyes-” he repeated, his voice getting higher and more desperate as he got closer.

“Almost….almost…oh my god, birdie….yesyesyesyesyesyes…oh my birdie, sunshine-” he was almost babbling by then, his pace getting sloppier and more rough as he reached the very edge. “Oh..oh, birdie, birdie…” he whined again, his hands gripping your hips so hard he might’ve been bruising you. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna-”

“Gonna give you my baby….yes….yes…YESYESYES…..oh my god…oh my birdie….yesyes…yes…YES YES-” He gave another whine, his back arching towards you, his whole body going tense as he finally, finally came. You cried out,your legs squeezed his waist as you camed too

When he finally came, he let out a long, high, drawn-out groan, keeping his hips pressed against you, his body giving a sharp twitch. He collapsed on top of you, a tired sigh falling from his lips. “Oh..oh, birdie…my good birdie….”

He stayed like that for a moment, his head buried in the crook of your neck, his labored breathing falling on your ear as he came down from his high. “My birdie” he repeated, his voice a little raspy. “My good little birdie…my birdie bird…”

"you're too needy" you pouted blushing “Oh, and you weren’t being needy?” He asked in response, lifting his head to look at you. “You wanted me to knock you up just as badly as I wanted to do it, birdie.”

“You’re not innocent in this, sunshine. You wanted my babies just as badly as I wanted to give them to you.” He spoke playfully, lifting a hand to brush against your cheek.

"is it bad?" you asked feeling guilty “Is it bad you want my babies?” He asked, a bit surprised at the question. “No, of course it’s not, birdie. I want nothing more than to give you my babies”

“You know that, right?” he asked again, his face softening as he saw the guilt in your eyes. “You’re allowed to want my babies, birdie. We both want it, after all, yeah?”

You nodded snuggling against his chest "will they have your quirk?"

“That would be up to chance” he said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer to him. “Though I wouldn’t mind them being little birdie baby feathers like daddy.”

“They’ll be perfect, regardless” he said quietly. “Just like their mommy.” He added on, turning his face to kiss your forehead.

“They’ll have your eyes and your smile, I imagine.” He spoke, resting his chin on the top of your head, and sighing. “They’ll just be the cutest little birdie babies.”

You cooed snuggling against his chest,like a baby "i love you Key" you mumbled “I love you, too, birdie” he said, his hand coming up to brush against your hair, pushing his fingers through the strands.

He was silent for a moment, just focusing on the small gesture, before he spoke again. “What do you say we go get some sleep, huh?” He started to lean back, pulling you with him so he was lying flat against the bed, but still holding you to his chest. “We could both use a nap, I think” he said, still fiddling with your hair a bit, the motion seeming to keep his hands busy.

Then you caressed his wing "it's so soft" you mumbled When you caressed his wing, he gave a small shiver, a small, pleased sound falling from his lips. “Careful, birdie. You know how sensitive my wings are” he said, his voice going a bit playful.

“You keep touching my wings and I might get turned on again" he said, the words tumbling out a bit faster than he would have liked. “And I don’t think I have it in me for a second round right now.”

"the other time you breed me for five times" you pouted looking at him “Yeah, I was a lot more energized that time” he said, wrapping one of his wings around your body, pulling you closer. “I’ve definitely lost a bit of steam this time around.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, shifting around a bit as he nuzzled his face into your hair. “I think you’ve definitely managed to wear me out, sunshine. I’m beat.”

“I’m exhausted, birdie” he mumbled, his words starting to slur a bit. “I don’t think I have the energy to go another round…I’m going to need a nap a good, 12-hour nap, now.”

He let his head rest on the pillow, holding you closer against him. “I’ll need one helluva good sleep before I can take you again, birdie” he said, his eyes closing as the exhaustion started to set in.

"finee" you pouted snuggling into his chest making the little spoon "wing" you asked

At the feeling of you snuggling against his chest, Keigo let out a small huff as he adjusted a bit. When he heard you hint for his wing, he immediately let the large appendage wrap around you, the feathers brushing against your back.

He nuzzled his face against the top of your head when his wing was wrapped around you, giving a bit of a hum. “Comfortable, birdie?”

He held you a bit tighter, wrapping the wing around you even more, almost like he was cocooning you in his wings. “You’ll sleep well like this, yeah?” You nodded cooing "night night" “Mmm…good night, sunshine” he mumbled back, burying his face into your hair again. “Rest well, pretty birdie.”

He let out a long, satisfied, tired sigh, nuzzling his face against your head again. “I love you, birdie. And we’re going to have the best birdie babies, I just know it.”

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me meanwhile writing this:

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honeymoon!Mattheo? Also I'm so obsessed with your pages aesthetic, especially since I've been on this app for like 3 years and just changed my profile picture... anyways adore you and your writing <3

this is so sweet! i melt everytime i reread this rq, i swear. tysm for reading my posts and accompanying my writing, also for requesting 🌷 honeymoon!theo was a silly shower thought— i didn't plan to do a version of it. however, since you're asking, i just can't say no; so i hope that you like it, love! ♡

warnings: includes smut, so obviously it's advised for +18 readers; read at your own risk. brief mentions of trauma from being the son of bellatrix lestrange + the dark lord.

honeymoon!mattheo who felt like these next two weeks outside england, just the two of you, were like a blessing after your wedding day— don't get me wrong, mattheo riddle feels like the luckiest motherfucker to have been the one to marry you, the man who put that ring on your finger and to see you walking down the aisle to him. even so, fucking hell, how can a celebration for your marriage be so, so exhausting for the two of you? mattheo himself begged you to take off those heels; it was paining him to see you in them after so many hours, really!

honeymoon!mattheo who was ecstatic at the idea of going out of the country with you, of all people. sure, he's been out of england: he studied at hogwarts, which is in scotland; italy too, courtesy of theodore's invitations to spend a few weeks or most of the summer break at his family's estate; that one time that draco bragged about his wealth and took all of his friends to spend weekends or some days somewhere through europe. but travelling with you? that's different. this isn't a vacation with the boys; he's on his way to enjoy two paradisical weeks with the love of his life— just. the. two. of you.

honeymoon!mattheo who planned these vacations with you — where do you wanna go? how long would you like to stay? would you rather somewhere to rest and do nothing, or travelling around? truthfully, mattheo had his own preferences; as fun as it is to explore new places and unraveling different cultures, mattheo was a bit (a lot more) into seeing you in bikini most of the day. visiting a city or some nearby mexican tourist attraction is totally fine by him; a few were chosen by the two of you during a rainy day, cuddling on the sofa as you and him daydream about the sound of waves, sunny days and heat tanning your skins. with a laptop in front of you, mattheo checklists and makes notes of whatever was decided that day.

honeymoon!mattheo who jumps straight to the bed as soon as you arrive to the hotel's bedroom. soon, strong arms pull you close to him; mattheo spends some minutes like this with you, cuddling and feeling you close, nevermind how warm it is in mexico during this time of the year, not giving a flying fuck if you two are sweaty. mattheo riddle needs to rest after so many bloody hours inside a plane, and dealing with the airport's burocracy. fuck, there's a fucking spell for everything in the wizarding world, how come no one found a better way to travel between two continents already?!

honeymoon!mattheo who has his arm around your waist at all times. walking together? mattheo is there, hugging your waist, matching his usual long strides to your calmer pace, making sure that you're the one leading the speed of your walk. taking a stroll on a nearby city or exploring the streets? mattheo riddle won't unwrap his arm from your waist, fingers gently tracing the curve of your side, as you two comment about the beautiful streets you walk by and how good all of these restaurants smell. and, well, if his arm becomes bothersome because of the heat, mattheo is happy to hold your hand— as soon as it becomes sweaty, mattheo himself moves to your other side, to take your other hand in his, nevermind if he has to repeat this ritual every five minutes.

honeymoon!mattheo who drags you to play on the beach with him! this man will proudly buy a kid's kit for himself: a set with beach toys, including a bucket, shovels and other stuff to build castles on the damp sand. obviously, the set is green, if there's that color option— hey, all of those years as a slytherin, wearing a green tie on a daily basis, got him a little attached to the color, alright?!

honeymoon!mattheo who looks like a man preparing himself to go to war, as you patiently massage the sunscreen on his face, warm shoulders and back, along with the rest of his body; you don't trust your husband to apply the sunscreen correctly, since mattheo is all too impatient to go have fun. he does the same to you, of course; pulling you to his lap, big hands making sure that your smooth thighs are protected by the sunscreen— maybe a little too much, since you grow suspicious that mattheo caresses your thighs for a moment longer than necessary. hey, he's a man in love; can't a husband appreciate his wife's beautiful body?!

honeymoon!mattheo who lowkey tries to learn how to speak spanish, or at least simple phrases; thank you, hello, please, and perhaps being a little more observant to catch a curse word or two. god forbid mattheo catches on how to compliment you— now, each time you show your outfit, smile or do something as simple as existing near mattheo riddle, he grins and dramatically pronounces: 'guapissima! bonita, muy bonita.' — sneaking a squeeze on your bottom, pressing your body closer to his. you'd be at least a little annoyed, if mattheo's bambi eyes weren't so full of love for you. you know he means every single praise that rolls out of his mouth.

honeymoon!mattheo who sleeps a little more peacefully now, in mexico, far away from london and the looming notion of his ancestry. here, a continent away from his lunatic of a mother, oceans away from the knowledge of being the dark lord's son, mattheo riddle relaxes. you're married now; away from the chaos. during your wedding day, mattheo was terrified that something would tarnish this happiness with you. being physically away from all of that, on a country where no one blinks an eye at the surname riddle, mattheo is able to relax and let go of the overthinking habit he created since childhood. mattheo riddle isn't a cursed child anymore— at least not here with you.

honeymoon!mattheo who buys a lot of souvenirs. at least for theodore, he gets something that he knows that his best friend would find funny too; perhaps one or two things for his slytherin friends. then a lot of bracelets, or whatever the fuck you happen to stare for a few seconds. sundresses become part of your wardrobe, too, since mattheo argues that is sinful to not have you wearing such flattering clothes, choosing colors that you like the most, and compliment you the best.

🗯️ : matt, this is the third dress you're about to buy for me. i already have enough!

m : nonsense. you don't have any on this color, do you? besides, it's fancy to say 'hey, see this dress? my husband got it for me from mexico'; i'm helping you to brag, woman!

honeymoon!mattheo who hugs you from behind in the pool, trailing kisses from your left shoulder, cheek, neck, shoulder blades, until he does the same to the other side. he's not even attempting to convince you to lustful things— mattheo is just so in love with you. should an older couple or bitter tourists side-eye any of you, mattheo will kiss your cheek for a moment longer, staring menacingly to whoever is nosy enough to notice him and his wife. mattheo riddle, as always, doesn't even have to open his mouth; his serious expression and dark eyes being enough of a warning. as soon as they avert their gaze, mattheo goes back to the task at hand: kissing every inch of you with that silly little smile of his.

honeymoon!mattheo who takes full advantage of the jacuzzi on your bedroom. you should have expected it, as soon as dark eyes shine with mischief, a wolfish grin on his lips as mattheo riddle inevitably plans ahead— hours later, you'll find out exactly what was going through that devilish mind of his.

honeymoon!mattheo who is safe to say that fully enjoyed the warm water at night— calloused hands placed on your hips, thumbs brushing soothing circles on your hipbones as mattheo takes in the sight of you, naked on top of him, guiding your movements as you bounce on his length. mattheo fights the urge to tilt his head back and close his eyes, wanting to drown himself in the sensation of you so tight, so warm and wet around him— but then, he'd lose the bewitching vision of you, so mattheo bites his lip while his hands move lower and lower, greedily squeezing your bottom, hands full of the smooth, soft skin. mattheo watches you so intensely, that you're almost shy under his gaze; his strong arms embrace you so close to him, lips bruising the skin of your neck, collarbone, chest (and for a moment, you wonder if wearing a bikini would be safe tomorrow, giving each reddening, becoming purple hickey left on you) as he whispers against your wet skin. 'so pretty— such a good girl for me, aren't you? riding your husband so, so well. so wet and tight for me, huh? moan for me, baby. let me hear all of your pretty moans, hm?'

honeymoon!mattheo who is so gentle with you afterwards. without even having to ask, mattheo carried you back to the bedroom, patting your body with gentle movements so that the towel absorbs the water from your body, cooing at you. despite your tired demeanor, sore legs recovering on the comfortable mattress— mattheo riddle is all too energetic and blissfully satisfied, massaging your smooth skin with a body cream of yours; and trust me, it takes everything within him to not tease you, holding back any 'fun' comments about you after three rounds that got you absolutely wrecked.

honeymoon!mattheo who dedicated a part of these few days to read one of your favorite books. you see, mattheo riddle isn't really one to take reading as a hobby; at most, mattheo would have fun spending the afternoon at some bookstores to read bd, mainly about superheroes, or the ones that blaise brought from school breaks to lend to him. apart from that, mattheo's hobbies mostly revolve around drawing or listening to music— but he's making an effort for you, alright?! he is! look, he read five pages today, while you were tanning!

honeymoon!mattheo who brought a camera with him for the sole purpose to have photos with you during these weeks; as much as he adores all of your wedding photos, either with you, his best friends and other guests— this honeymoon with you must have physical evidence, not wanting to depend on his memory alone. mattheo plans to show most of them (*cough* the appropriate ones) to your children, if you ever have kids together, that is. the camera and him are present at the same place, at all times; like symbiosis, mattheo has the camera by his side to never lose the opportunity of a good photo of you.

photos of you while you're sleeping, dressing up or changing clothes, while you're relaxing on a chair near the pool to tan, swimming, at night with a flower tucked on your hair— one that mattheo picked up for you and fixed behind your ear. mattheo riddle will come back home with enough photos to decorate a wall. there's photos of you two together, too; silly selfies with you, some of them while you're sleeping by his side or on his chest, others blissfully taken by other tourists who offered such a favor. mattheo loves every single one of them.

honeymoon!mattheo who discovered that breakfast could be delivered in bedroom, four days after waking up a little earlier to shower, dress up and go downstairs to have the first meal of the day. ever since mattheo discovered such a wonder, never again— fuck that. he's having breakfast on the bed with you, requesting the staff to put an extra portion of your favorite fruits, which he'd then feed to you while the two of you are lazying on the bed after a shower, talking about whatever.

honeymoon!mattheo who suddenly doesn't hate that much anymore. at hogwarts, first years were a headache; little tiny humans that mattheo had to be careful to not bump against, or else they'd fall to the floor and god forbid professor mcgonagall saw it, should anyone accuse him of bullying. first years were also troublesome at the bloody hogwarts' train, running around like hipper active insects— however, this one little boy that came running up to you, giving you a flower? mattheo riddle couldn't help but smile, a smug grin on his lips as he crouches down:

m : hey, little dude— this beautiful woman is taken. hasn't your mother told you that flirting with a married woman is wrong? the husband might get you in trouble, you know.

honeymoon!mattheo who would complain a little less about the kids running around or simply existing around the hotel. there was this one little girl he saw at the pool, while you were getting drinks; curly hair, soft cheeks that remind him of your beautiful face— mattheo riddle is a weak man, and ever since then... baby fever. suddenly, the idea of a tiny human that is the perfect mixture of you and him, doesn't sound so scary anymore. i mean, if you and him ever had a baby, it'd be the most beautiful kid to exist; mattheo reasons that not having such a blessed child would be illegal, a heartbreaking loss to this world! (correction: a small sized demon that inherits mattheo riddle's troublemaker nature, and your charm that'll get them out of trouble ever. single. time.)

honeymoon!mattheo who tries at least once every single drink and cocktail at the bar. and more than that, makes you try them with him, which becomes a game of creating a tier list of the whole menu. mattheo will get you the colorful ones, being aware of your taste— and should you dislike alcoholic drinks, well, mattheo is a man that is unknowingly considerate, making sure to taste the drink first (so that he's sure that it tastes good, according to your preferences, of course), before giving it to you. lowkey, mattheo riddle who becomes a bit obsessed with those drinks straight from the coconuts— he might have like, seven photos of that, some of them being selfies with you.

honeymoon!mattheo who takes you dancing. hands on your hips, feeling as you sway them, gripping at them each time that mattheo riddle has to take a deep breath to not get a hard-on in the middle of the dancefloor. if possible, he'll learn how to dance the bachata with you— be it by a free class at the hotel or some bar, or even just by staring at an experienced couple dancing with ease. mattheo would be so happy to dance with you, twirling you around and pulling you closer to him, your noses brushing as mattheo looks at you with such intensity; the love of his life, this goddess in his arms. physically can't listen to one of those latino songs without immediately pulling you to dance a little with him; fuck the stares that you might receive.

honeymoon!mattheo who wants to live right here, at mexico.

m : fuck england, let's ditch london.

🗯️ : mattheo, darling, we can't do that.

m : why not?! here's the best— no rain, no people bothering us. why can't we just fuck and chill every day like we do here?

⋯ ⋯ ﹒ 🌿 ’

౨ৎ spend the summer of a lifetime with me ♡ ͡

let me take you to the place of my dreams . . .

🪻 ; . . . fandom : harry potter.

— ever since i posted my masterlist i've been receiving some requests; i didn't expect so many so soon! tysm for reading and requesting to my blog; i'll do my best to write and post each of them asap. ♡

the headers + gifs + icons aren't mine. credits to the respective creators ! 🌷

[honoredalone]

pretty when you cry

live laugh lana del rey.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ

all the pretty stars shine for you my love, am i that girl, that you dream of?

he’s dreamed of this, you above him, sitting on his long, hard cock. warm walls suffocating him, making him dizzy, his vision blurring.

“too big, ‘s too much.” you’re whining, shifting your position in his lap to adjust to his large length. he’s mesmerized by you. not just the way you take him, but by the way you praise him, the way you hold him, the way you kiss him and just the way you look at him. it has him in a chokehold. that being said when you’re riding him you have no ounce of control. he’ll guide your hips, bouncing you up and down, thrusting when he grows inpatient, anything.

“just a little more.” he rasps, lifting his hips, pushing himself in further, feet pushed into the plush mattress. “my good fucking girl, you’re so good to me.” he laughs when you whimper, the head of his cock brushing your spot making you rock your hips desperately attempting to cause some friction. “ah ah ah. gotta be patient pretty.” he grasps your hips tightly, the pressure making you let out a sob.

“i wanna- just.. please.” you said exasperated, fed up with his teasing. his hold on your hips becoming softer, his thumbs massaging your hips. his eyes admiring your body. marks covering your skin, red flush to your cheeks, lashes damp.

“please what, my angel?” he says teasingly, hand sliding down, finding your clit. it’s soaked in your arousal, smiling like a jackass when you gasp out another strangled sob when he pinches it, hard. “aw you’re so cute. so needy.” you open your mouth to respond then you make eye contact with him when he brings his fingers, still drenched in your juices, into his mouth. his eyes rolling to the back of his head at your taste, cock twitching and throbbing inside of you. “use your words.” he muses before spitting on his fingers and bringing them back down to your clit, rubbing roughly making your back arch, hips buck and moans falling from your lips.

“please-” you sigh as he slows his pace on your already sore spot. “please take care of me.” he smiles, sharp canines on display.

“all you had to do was ask pretty.” with no warning he retracts his fingers and grips both your thighs holding you down on him, thrusting his hips up with an excruciatingly fast pace. “such a pretty pussy on my pretty little bunny.” he groans, head falling back onto the pillow, continuing the fast pace he’s set. you moan nails scratching down chest to his abs making him spiral. “god you were made for me.” he says almost tearfully, you couldn’t really tell due to the sound of skin slapping skin, heavy breaths, small words and wet squelching.

because i’m pretty when i cry i’m pretty when i cry

he’s not one to cry, even during a sad moment, he keeps his tears in until he’s alone. no one can see him vulnerable, ever. he’s also never been one to cry during sex, usually, he’s the one making his partner cry. although, since being with you, crying while being inside of you has become a repeated occurrence. the first time you had sex with him, he started to sob as he pounded into you nearing his climax. after reaching his peak and cleaning up he laid in bed while you showered, he cringed at the thought of him crying while being inside of a women.

‘you’re such a baby.’ he thinks, when he is snapped back to reality by the spot beside him sinking down meaning you were next to him. “was i too rough with you?” he rolls onto his side to face you, looking into your eyes before they fall to your swollen pink lips.

“no, you were perfect.” you smile tiredly at him, scooting closer to him, cuddling into his warmth.

he never was one for post-sex cuddling, but there was something different about this. it was comfortable, it was soothing, he wanted it.

“it was sweet.” you said, when he moved a piece of hair from your eyes.

“what was sweet?” he asked warily, hoping you wouldn’t bring up his crying. despite his hope you did. “how is that sweet? it’s pathetic.” he whines moving to lay on his back, hands hiding his face, embarrassment coursing through his body.

“i just, i don’t know. i’m glad i made you feel good.” you said nervously, positioning yourself stomach down, head on his chest looking at his hidden face. “don’t be embarrassed, it was cute.”

“cute? that was cute to you?” he said sounding agitated and now even more embarrassed. being described as ‘cute’ is worse than telling him he’s weak. he doesn’t want to be cute.

“i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to offend you.” you said now extremely nervous that you’d upset him, that any progress you’ve made with him now doesn’t matter. leaving your spot on his chest to now your back facing away from him, curled into yourself. trying to give him space so that he doesn’t feel more embarrassed with himself and annoyed with you.

he notices your change in behavior, now more aware that he had made you self-conscious. while he was embarrassed the last thing he’d want is to make you upset. you’ve only been dating for around 5 months but he’s sure that you’ll be his for the rest of eternity. “come here.” he said quietly, wrapping his arms around your waist, his strong arms lifting you effortlessly so you’re laying practically on top of him. he’s thought about it for the past few weeks.

‘what’s so different about you?’ it’s that when you’re together any moment spent together, you could be having a natural conversation but even if it’s completely silent, it’s comfortable. you guys don’t have to talk when you’re together. you know how to be together and just enjoy it without talking or touching. he allows himself to be vulnerable around you. he cries while fucking you and it’s so pretty.

i’m stronger than all my men, except for you

while he nears his high, his thrust become animalistic, his moans become louder and whinier, sobs and pleasure making him shake, body covered in sweat, fat tears falling down his face making his skin shine. he’s so pretty like this. “i’m close, i’m so close.” he cries, his cock throbbing almost painfully waiting for your permission to release. “please,” more cries falling from his pretty lips. “please let me-” he moans loudly, back arching, hips harshly thrusting into your heat. “i’m gonna-” a loud sob escapes his throat as he pushes the head of his cock as deep as he’s able to, his big hands gripping your thighs pushing them down onto the sides of his pelvis while he shoots his cum deep onto your warm walls.

you collapse onto his chest, his length still buried deep inside. his hands still gripping your thighs, chest rising and falling, sweat making your skin stick together. you lift your head looking at his red fucked-out face. you kiss his tear streaked cheeks, before lifting off of him. his and your own release dripping out of your hole, he watches the liquid fall onto the sheets as you struggle to move off of him.

“i love you.” he laughs at the irony. he never believed he’d fall in love, but when he looks at you he knows that this is what love should feel like.

“i love you so much.” you respond, before continuing with a small tease, “you’re pretty when you cry.” he shoots you a dirty look but nonetheless chuckles.

i’ll wait for you, babe it’s all i do, babe

satoru gojo, jean kirstein, tengen uzui, choso, oikawa tooru, ken kaneki, osamu miya and any of your favs of course <33

[spidernuggets]

Casually Proposing To Jason Todd:

Warning: Suggestive at the end

You were lying with Jason in bed while he was reading Pride and Prejudice to you. You were laying on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart.

You couldn't help but fidget with the small, black, velvet box in the pocket of your his hoodie.

You've had the ring for weeks now. You were sure you wanted to marry him, to spend the rest of your life with him. But you didn't know when would be the right time.

You also knew Jason didn't like labels. So, did he even want to marry you? Did he just like what you two have now?

You were satisfied with what you have now. But you couldn't help but want that little band around your finger as a little reminder that the two of you will be together forever.

"You still with me, mama?" his voice interrupting you from your thoughts. You look up to him, admiring his face and placing a soft kiss against one of the moles on his neck.

"Mhm, keep reading," you say, laying your head on his shoulder.

Jason bookmarks the novel, placing it on the nightstand beside him, shuffling to face you. He kisses your forehead, brushing stray hairs away from your face.

"You've been zoning out a couple of times these past couple of weeks, doll. What's up? Y'know you can talk to me," he softly says, showing hints of worry in his voice.

Your arm wraps around his torso, cuddling closer to him. Fuck it. No better time like the present.

"What would you say if I asked you to marry me?" You ask, avoiding eye contact with him while fiddling the hem of his shirt.

Jason chuckles, "Sorry, what?"

"I said what would you say if I asked you to marry me," you repeat, more quietly this time, worried that this might've been a mistake.

He playfully laughs. "I dunno babe. Maybe you'd have to ask me for real to find out," he jokes.

You take a breath and pull out the box from your pocket, opening it up to reveal the ring.

You feel Jason's breath stop for a split second, and his heart beat speeding up. He doesn't say anything, so you speak up before he gets a chance to respond.

"Jay... I know you don't like labels, but... the only person I can imagine spending the rest of my life with is you. You go on and on about how I deserve better, or I deserve to be with someone better. But you're better. You're perfect. And I do want to spend the rest of my life with you. I wanna wake up every day with you, and I wanna go to sleep every night with you. I just want you. And I know we don't have to get married to make all of that happen... I dunno it's probably stupid, but... Will you marry me?"

You look up to him with hopeful eyes, hoping he'd say yes. But he doesn't say anything. He just keeps staring at you.

"You- you don't have to say yes, I just wante-mmph!"

You were quickly interrupted with Jason's lips, colliding against your own, turning you over so he's hoverung above you. You smiled and kissed him back. When you broke the kiss, he peppered quick, small kisses around your face, making you giggle as you slid the ring on his finger.

He manoeuvred his lips to your neck. "Was this what my baby was worrying about all week? Worried that I'd say no?" His voice drops an octave, starting to nibble on your skin.

"I- I thought you didn't like labels," you say, trying to hold back your moans.

Jason couldn't help but lightly laugh at your silly thoughts.

"Fuck, mama. You could've asked me to marry you in the middle of a fight, and I still would've said yes to my pretty girl," he says, rolling his hips down against yours.

"Fuck- Jason!" You whimpered, hands gripping his curled, fluffy hair.

"Shh, relax doll. Lemme show you how much I wanna spend the rest of my life with you."

[scar-lie]

The remaining of you [Natasha]

Summary : Dealing the aftermath of the scene Natasha dreaded to come sooner in her life

Pairing : Natasha Romanoff x Fem ! Reader, Mom ! Natasha x Daughter! Romanoff

Warning : shouting, crying, mention of death, scared little Romanoff, torture, nightmare, I thinks that's

Word count : 2,514

No one has permission to repost my work anywhere, if you see it please let me know.

“What is your problem, Nat?! You can't just drop her off just like that, like she's nothing.” Wanda screamed at the red head, whose head was low, taking a deep breath and placing her hands on the table in the kitchen.

 "Wanda, please, not now,” Nat whispered, swallowing the lump on her throat. But Wanda’s not having any of her shits anymore; she's tired of seeing how the little redhead heart broke every time Nat refused to do anything with her.

"No, Natasha, I’m not gonna let you throw her like garbage anymore; enough was enough; that girl is trying to at least have your attention, even for a second, but you always rejected her; you don't even spare her even a glance, and it broke her heart.” Saying Wanda was furious was an understatement. She took the girl under her wings a week when Natasha and Yelena brought her in, seeing how the baby was craving some affection and skin-to-skin contact.

"Wanda, please, it's not that easy.” Natasha was thankful that most of the Avengers are on mission and some run their own errands, leaving her, Wanda, and the 5-year-old girl in the compound.

“What Natasha? It is not easy for you to show a little affection to your daughter. You have 3 years, Natasha, 3 years to pull yourself together, 3 years that she's under my wings to protect, to love, admire, care for, and to be a mother to her. She's just a little girl, Natasha, and she's craving her mother's attention. Why can't you give her that? ”Natasha saw the hurt in her eyes, and she knows that it's not only Wanda's emotion she's showing but also the little girl too.

“I want to, Wanda, ok, I really do, but I can't, ok, I just can't,” Natasha shouted, looking up at Wanda with tears in her eyes.

“I want to cuddle her, kiss her, bond with her, spoil her, sing to her, or tell her story. I want to be Wanda. I really want to be a mother to her, but I just can't…….I-I” Natasha shook her head, wiping her tears that were now falling. She knew how her daughter was hurting; she heard every cry; she knew she always knew.

“Then do it; love her; show her that she matters to you because she will not love you or be there bothering you for your attention forever. Don't take her for granted, Natasha; you have a precious girl who loves you more than life itself; don't waste it.” Wanda stands tall in her spot, getting strong for the kid and not cave in and comforting her; she has to do it for the sake of the little girl who's sleeping upstairs.

“Don't let your insecurities get the best of you again; don't push her away like you did with Y/N; if you really love Y/N, you will take care of that little girl you two made; don't let history repeat itself.” Wanda quickly got cut off by Natasha's sudden outburst, with tears streaming down her face.

“You wanna know the reason why? Huh? That's the reason why I can't look at her; I can't be with her because every time I look at her face, all I can see and think about is Y/N, how she lay in that fucking bed unresponsive, how I didn't protect them, that I let her alone with an open window for my enemies to attack freely, and I blame myself for what happened, because if I could just be brave and don't let these thoughts get the best of me, I should have been there to protect them, or I should be the one laying in my own fucking blood, not her.” Natasha then punched the cabinet beside her, wanting to let the emotions out.

“I can't, Wanda, ok, because that day keeps flashing in my mind when I look at her eyes. She reminded me of how stupid, reckless, and selfish I am. Because of me, her mother got killed, and she got kidnapped right after she was born.” Wanda frowned, looking at Natasha with sympathy, so Natasha shook her head, not wanting her pity.

"Don't, Wanda, please don't look at me like that; I don't need your pity, Wanda.” They quickly got interrupted with the cute little voice in the entrance of the kitchen, making both of them look up in the direction.

“Auntie Wanda? ”The little girl whispered, clutching her big husky dog stuff toy that's a little big and taller than her, looking at her auntie with doe teary eyes, pout lips, and her cheeks and tip of her nose are red until she saw the redhead in the room, making her feel small and want to hide, so she scooted to the side, trying to hide in the small cabinet, only the head peeking out to look at her auntie Wanda.

"Oh, sweetheart, what happened? Why are you hiding there? ”Wanda softly talked, walking to the scared little girl, and sat on her heels to be on the same level as the little girl. She quickly wrapped her arm around her auntie, sniffling, and still had a strong grip on her stuff toy, so Wanda took her in her arm, one hand rubbing her back while she cried and one arm under her bump, and swayed her back and forth to comfort the little girl.

“I-I had a bad dream,” the little girl mumbled, soaking her aunt’s shirt.

“What dream is it? Can you tell Auntie Wanda what a bad dream it is? ”She nodded, looking at her auntie and wiping her tears, then resting her head on her auntie's shoulder while playing with the neckline of Wanda's shirt.

“I-I saw blood and bad guys,” Wanda giving her a reassuring smile to continue.

“And……and they took and I saw this fat old guy; he-he said I-I would stay with him from now on, and-and I saw dead body besides him,” the littleredhead cried again, seeing the woman lifeless, not knowing it's her mother she saw.

“Is it the same old guy and the same woman you saw?”Wanda asked softly, looking at Natasha, who has a defeated look on her face and a mixed emotion. She truly can't read Natasha at the moment.

“Yes, the beautiful woman with Y/H/L Y/H/C and arrow necklace, then the guy has glasses and white hair.” This makes Natasha clench her jaw and fist, knowing who the person her daughter is talking about, and she's afraid that the scene is that night her world will stop.

"Shhh, it's ok, sweetheart. You're here with me. You're safe now. He's not going to take you. It's ok.” Wanda gives Natasha a small smile, then goes up to their room floor to comfort the little girl and put her to sleep, leaving Natasha alone in the kitchen with her thoughts.

Natasha is jealous of Wanda. Yes, she's jealous of how Wanda can naturally take care of her daughter, how she loves Wanda, and how they both bond and do everything together. She's  pretty jealous because she wanted a daughter; that's her one dream—a daughter with you.

So Natasha goes to the gym again to get all of her frustration out of her body and mind, to block everything that's bothering her, and maybe, just maybe, it will block the nightmare she has had since your death.

"No, no, please, don't hurt her. You got me, ok, hurt me instead. Just please don't hurt them,” Natasha begs the faceless woman in charge of guarding her. She's strapped down to the chair in the corner of your room where you're peacefully sleeping with your 8-month pregnant belly. You look peaceful and gorgeous.

But all the begging is useless because four women enter the room, and Dreykov is mockingly smiling at her. She hates it so much, but she didn't think of that; her mind and eyes are in your sleeping body.

When the four women approach you and the three women pin you down, it makes you awake in panic. They made sure you didn't move much, and the other one proceeded to slit open your stomach, making two big cuts, one horizontal and one vertical.

This makes you scream in pain, with tears running down your face because of the unbearable pain you are experiencing. You can feel her hands moving through your insides, slicing you open. You tried to break free to save you and your daughter from them, but you are no match for them; they are strong and can kill you in a second.

“NOOOOO!!!! PLEASE STOP IT! Please, please, I’ll do anything. Stop hurting her, stop hurting them.” Natasha screams, trying to break free from the restraints to try and save you both, but all she can do is watch you suffer from the hands of Dreykov, where she also watches how he takes her right after they cut the umbilical cord.

She watched how they just left you laying in your own bed, bleeding and unable to move or breathe. She watched how life drained out of your eyes, how the color of your skin turned pale, but how you looked at her in the eye while you were dying. 

“Y/N? No please, no don't leave us please, no no noo please, no don't take my baby away no please.” Natasha keeps screaming, crying, and begging, but it's all no use; your dead in front of her, eyes still open, and your daughter is taken away. She's left there in the chair, feeling every pain.

“Wake up, wake up, Ms. Romanoff,” the little red head shouted, shaking Natasha violently. The other few attempts she made to gently wake her up didn't succeed, so she shook and slapped her to wake up.

“NOOOOOOO! ”Natasha screams, sitting up, beads of sweat rolling down on her face while she's panting, looking around the room until her eyes land on the little redhead who's now on the floor barefoot, head down, and nervous.

She got scared when Natasha suddenly jolted up, thinking that Natasha would hit her or shout at her, so she quickly climbed down, head low and nervous, so she kept taking small steps backward.

This didn't go unnoticed by Natasha, so she took a deep breath, closing her eyes, and Wanda's words kept echoing in her ear: “She will not love you or be there bothering you for your attention forever. Don't take her for granted, Natasha.”

And seeing her own daughter get scared and afraid to be near her is heartbreaking. She knows that sooner or later, her daughter will slip away, so she quickly gets out of bed, going to her daughter, but the little girl quickly backs away when she hears her footsteps.

So Natasha stopped, kneeled down, and carefully reached her arm out with a small smile. This made the redhead look up at the hand and up to her mother's face. Seeing a small smile made her butterfly fly in her stomach, but she was still skeptical; she didn't know Natasha, so she kept staring at her outstretched hand.

“Hey, it's ok, I’m not going to hurt you or scream,” Natasha softly said, making eye contact with her daughter. This brought her to tears, seeing your face on her daughter even though she had Natasha’s fierce red hair, green eyes, and button nose, so she quickly wiped it away for her sake.

“Wh-why are you crying?”Little Redhead asked, stepping forward and reaching out to wipe away the tears that keep running down her face, so Natasha chuckled to cover up the crack in her voice. 

“Nothing; I-I’m just happy and sad at the same time,” she said, giving the little redhead a genuine smile. She was happy that she got how caring you are.

“Can I give you a hug? ”She asked innocently, making Natasha admire her, analyzing every detail on her face, and the silence made the little girl a little bit nervous, thinking that she didn't want hugs.

“Auntie Wanda said if I saw someone's sad, I should ask if I could give them a hug, ca-cause Auntie Wanda said it always works because my mommy used to do it before.” This makes Natasha even fall in love deeper with the little girl, so she quickly hugged her daughter tight, but not too tight to hurt her.

The little redhead smile, wrapping her arms around Natasha, resting her head on her shoulder, happy that she gets to hug her momma for the first time, so she’s relishing this moment, afraid that in the morning she will ignore her again.

“Are you feeling better? ”She asked innocently, so Natasha nodded, cradling her to her arm, and sat at the end of the bed.

“Yes, yes, I am.” Natasha sat the little girl on her lap and looked at her face.

“You look so much like your mother.” The little girl blushed, smiling and getting a little shy at the compliment.

“Th-thank you, you look pretty,” Natasha chuckled, tucking her little girl's hair behind her ear.

“You should go back to bed; your auntie Wanda’s not going to be happy when she finds out you stay awake at this time,” Natasha whispers, and the little girl looks down, fidgeting with her own hands, a bad habit she gets from you when you're nervous, scared, or overthinking, so Natasha stops her hands and holds them. 

“What's the matter? Has something happened?”The little girl contemplates if she will tell her or not, but she has no other choice cause Wanda got called on an emergency solo mission, leaving her with the redhead, so either she should stay awake all night and wait for Wanda to tell her or she should tell Natasha and have a good sleep.

“I-I had a bad dream again,” she shyly said, still looking at her lap.

“The same one you said earlier? ”The little girl nodded, so Natasha took her chin and made her look at her.

“Hey, it's ok, I’m here…… How about you join me in my bed, and we will sleep next to each other? What do you think??”The little girl eagerly nodded; her eyes went wide, and she had a huge grin on her face. She feels like it's her lucky day, spending the night sleeping next to her mother.

“Will you tell me a story? ”She asked, getting in the middle of the bed, and Natasha got under the cover, leaving space for her daughter and inviting her in so the little girl could quickly snuggle at her.

“Of course,"  Natasha starts to tell her a story about how she and her mother met, making the little girl listen carefully and getting amazed by the story until she’s sound asleep in Natasha’s arm, making her smile, and seeing the little girl sound asleep makes her heart melt, so she wraps her arm around her and joins her in a slumber sleep.

[honeyshiddendesire]

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Killer x female reader - little one 

Warnings: teasing/dirty talk, vaginal penetration, backshots, praise kink, big dick and smooth talkin killa~

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“Awe what’s the matter little one thought you said you could handle me.” Killer’s voice taunted as he towered behind you, your body shaking as you tried to fuck yourself back against his girthy cock but failed miserably. He wanted to see you throw it back but after having him bring you to orgasm for you don't even know how many times it was becoming too hard to even think at this point. Killer only chuckled as he grabbed both your arms by your elbows making you yelp out in shock, “K-Killer?!” 

“Shh I got you little one just relax and let me take care of you okay.” He said looping his arm around the both of yours as his other hand wrapped around to gently grab at your neck until you arched so deeply backwards. You felt him at your stomach in this angle making you gasp out as he bent over you to kiss at the top of your head, “Gonna make you cum on me again, you got that little one? So just relax baby.” 

You could barely nod your head with the angle you were in, no way to hold in your moans either, everything coming out deep from the pits of your stomach as his cock turned you to mush. “Yes~!” You cry out with your eyes rolling back as he starts pounding into your slippery wet walls, the bed loudly smacking into the ship’s walls. Neither of you cared to be honest it all just felt way too good to stop. Strong hips slamming into your backside, heavy balls slapping into your pussy making you whine. His girth always stretches you so wide you just couldn’t get enough. “Killer~” You whimper with lustful eyes. 

You stare up at his handsome smirk, the hand on your throat moving up to hold your jaw caressing you softly as his meaty cock bullied your insides like it had an issue with you. “My pretty baby doing so good for me, you know that little one. Always taking my cock so well in that tight pussy of yours. Makes me fall in love with you more, baby.”  His sweet praise had your heart flutter and body heat up as you stared lovingly into his eyes. “Oh Killer~” Your moan is the only response you could muster as he started fucking into you faster. 

“I know baby I know.” Killer hushed with kisses running from the top of your head down to your cheeks before turning your face to place a sloppy yet passionate kiss on your lips. Tongue swirling around yours before sucking on it making you whimper, his hips never letting up even for a second.

Pulling back a bit to speak into your parted lips, “Wanna cum with me?” His voice asks in a raspy tone and you just shake wildly, “Mmmhmm~” You moan and he smiles softly kissing your lips gently, “Yeah?” Killer teasingly questions as you attempt to nod your head despite his grip on you. “Then go ahead and cum for me little one. I just love seeing you like this.” He whispers to you and as his hips pull out to the tip slamming back in until he's rattling your pussy making you pant his name on repeat. 

“That’s it, little one~ keep saying my name. Nngh fuck~” He grunts out before kissing you harder, his cock twitching as he feels himself coming undone from your walls gripping his cock tighter. “Fuck baby gonna cum.” Killer breaths out as you moan long, your pussy fluttering around his dick you loved so much. Feeling him twitch had you gasp as you felt yourself coming quickly, “Oooh fuck~” your moans just spilling from your lips as you shook and tightened around him. “There we go, little one. There we fuckin go. Yes~” Killer hisses as his hips stutter before slamming into yours filling you up how he liked, “Fuck~” He grew out as he shook behind you, thumb rubbing your face gently. 

When you both calmed down he softly laid you down on bed before pulling you into his chest for a cuddle in his big arms, kissing the top of your head making you sigh in contentment. There was a comfortable silence before Killer smiled down at you, his next words catching you by surprise. “Knew I could wear you out little one.”

[brossession-collection]

Becoming His Type (Male Possession)

"Ur a nice guy man! Seriously. But ur just not my type. Like 'em beefier haha. Happy to train ya still if you're okay with that."

Jason read the text over and over. "What a fucking douche" he thought, teeth clenched, as he gripped his phone.

Two weeks ago Jason had built up the courage to talk to his beefy gym crush, Carson. Jason wasn't the biggest dude. His 5'8 frame and 155lb stature wasn't anything to brag about, but he had gotten to a lean athletic build that he worked on for months. He thought, atleast, Carson would hold a conversation with him now that he was kinda lean.

And he did. Carson nodded at Jason as he walked up, Jason quivering as he asked the big guy if he had any diet tips.

The two hit it off, or at least that's what Jason thought. "Hey I gotta get back to my set bro, but what say we keep chatting later? You free tomorrow morning?" Carson's deep voice put Jason into a horny stupor. He repeated his question which brought Jason back to earth.

Later that night...

Jason sat up in bed, rubbing his b*ner, as he thought about Carson's thick biceps and pillowy pecs. "I can't believe he fucking TALKED to me!" Jason squealed as he tweaked his nipples, imagining Carson wrap his arms around him, the smell of his musky armpits wafting into his nose. He barely remembered anything that the big jock actually said, but he couldn't care less. Jason drifted off as his fantasy turned into a dream.

The next morning at the gym...

"And that's all there is to it bro. Track the macros, eat a ton of protein, and don't stop bulking for a year. Then you'll get a belly like mine heh." Carson gave his protruding stomach a slap as Jason winced while he watched the strong mass jiggle.

"W-wow uh yeah I'd love that..." Jason managed to get whimper out. "I-I mean... yeah! I'll definitely do that! M-m-maybe you could also show me some exercise tips?"

"Hah sure little guy we can have a first sesh. On the house." Carson got off the bench he was sitting on and nudged (pushed) Jason down. "Let's see what you got baby. Bench presses first.

Jason then worked his ass off the entire morning to try to impress his crush. Every once in a while, he'd notice Carson looking off across distance, obviously eyeing a big bear slightly older than him. Carson would eventually get back to Jason, but the lean man knew something was up

Later that night...

"What the hell should I text him? 'Thanks for hanging with me earlier big guy wanna date?' 'You're super cute wanna cuddle?'" Jason lied in bed anxiety-ridden.

He saw a text come in instead.

Carson: "Sup Jason how ya doing?"

Carson: "Muscles aching yet? Srry if it was too much for ya."

Jason flinched for a second before typing back. "Oh sup Carson. Yeahhhh haha kinda hurts."

He waited for a second before sending another text.

Jason: "oh and thanks for the session today dude I appreciate it"

Carson: "yea bro anytime. Need more good looking guys like you getting big"

Jason blushed as his boner came in. "Should I just ask him out?" he thought. "Fuck it."

Jason: "Yeah! I'd love to keep doing this with you man. You're super hot. Honestly could be fun to date if you're down."

Jason put down his phone in fear. He felt a vibrate and slowly picked it up.

Carson: "Bro what lol"

Carson: "Shit sorry man didn't realize you felt like that."

Jason gripped his phone as he watched Carson type.

Carson: "Ur a nice guy man! Seriously. But ur just not my type. Like 'em beefier haha. Happy to train ya still if you're okay with that."

Jason felt his teeth clench. He stopped texting and threw it onto his night stand. "What a fucking douche," he thought. "Dude just saw me as another client. As a walking fucking money bag." Jason felt tears start to streak down his face.

The next morning at the gym...

Jason watched from a distance near the locker rooms as he saw Carson laughing with the muscular daddy bear he was eyeing yesterday. "He already fucking forgot about me" Jason muttered under his breath.

He squinted as he watched the two big men take their phones, possibly to exchange numbers. With a grin, Carson gives the man a hug before the two walk off in opposite directions.

"Oh shit he's coming this way!" Jason started to whistle as he the big bearded daddy strut past him to go into the locker room. Jason shuddered as he noticed the pure gargantuan size of the man. "Fuck... He's huge."

For some reason, Jason felt compelled to follow the bear. He hopped into the locker room and watched as the man posed in front of the mirror and took a selfie.

"He's probably sending that to Carson..." Jason thought.

Suddenly, the big guy turns around and sees Jason stalking him.

"What the fuck do you want twink? Been seeing you follow me around all morning."

Jason flinched from how direct the huge man was. "U-uh fuck I'm sorry man!" Jason wished his voice was more threatening.

"Answer the question: what the fuck do you want?" The bear came closer, ready to shove Jason. "Get the fuck outta my way!"

Jason felt his frail body smash into the wall, his back taking the full brace of the impact as his vision started to blur. He saw the big feet of the man step next to him before he blacked out.

...

...

In a snap, Jason felt his torso lurch up as he came back into consciousness. But something felt off. Jason looked down.

"WHAT THE FUCK!? Wh-why are my hands... BLUE?" Jason looked at his palms incredulously before glancing further down at his physical body slumped beneathe him. His blue ghostly form sticking out from the pelvis-up.

In the corner of his eye, Jason saw the big bear standing around. "Fuck. Didn't realize he'd go flying." He heard the man say.

Jason got up with virtually no pain, seeing his ghostly ectoplasm oozing off his limbs as he leaves his physical form. He looked up at the big man, anger seething through his ephemeral form.

"Oh you're gonna fucking pay for that man! I don't care how big you are!" Jason yelled. The big man, completely unaware of Jason, just picked at his nose before kneeling down to check on his victim's pulse.

"Kid's still got a heart beat. He'll be fine." For a split second Jason felt some compassion come from the bear, which all shattered as he saw him spit at his corpse. "Fucking stalker. Better not be here when by the time I'm done showering."

Jason pounced at the man, attempting to claw at his big shoulders. The bear fell forward onto all fours before looking around in a panic. "What the fuck was that!?" he yelled into the empty locker room.

Looking down at the beefy bear with his ass up in the air, Jason had an idea. "If I'm a ghost, maybe I can..." Jason connected the dots in his head before acting out his plan.

The big man started to get up before he felt his body get pinned down by something that felt like a foot. "OooFFF" he groaned as the air left his lungs.

Jason had to work fast. He reached down and carefully attempted to grab the man's waistband. He felt a tactile sensation and grinned before pulling it down to expose the man's bulbous cheeks.

"AAHHH wh-what's going ON!?" the bear whimpered as he felt a cool air skim his cheeks.

Jason eyed as the sweaty, hairy, musky mounds jiggled before slowing to a stop. He'd never been this close to such a big *ss before, and it was causing Jason to get a huge ghost b*ner.

The bear started to panic as he felt a slimy, cold finger run down his tight crack. "A-ah f-fuck!" he moaned as the finger playfully pushed in and out.

Jason grabbed both of the bear's *ss cheeks and ripped them apart, exposing his surprisingly loose *sshole. He glanced down at the pulsating hole, questioning for a second if he was really going through with this.

"Hope that Casper movie wasn't bullshit! Coming through!!"

The bear winced as he felt something larger than a d*ck shove itself into his *sshole. "Ho-Holy SHITTT!!!!"

Jason gripped onto the bear's cheeks as he used them to push into the man's tight hole. Suddenly there was a "POP" and he realized he was in. "Fuck yes! Here I come big guy!!!" Jason yelled happily.

The bear looked around in a panic as he heard a familiar voice echo in his mind. His mind quickly turned to his physical sensations, though, as he felt slimey shoulder squeeze in. "OOOOF!" he groaned.

With a giddy smile on his face, Jason tunneled through the dark expanses of the bear's body. His arms and tight lean waist slipped in as the bear groaned uncontrollably.

The big guy mustered all his strength to turn his head, only to see blue lean legs and feet protruding out of his asshole, inching their way deeper and deeper in. "F-f-fucking HELL!" was all he could yell as the crammed sensations worked their way up his torso.

Jason, torso-up inhabiting the bear's body, reached down to pull his small dick through the asshole. Suddenly, he felt the rest of his legs slurp themselves in too.

The bear felt himself getting filled up to the brim as another being literally shoved himself into all the crevices of his fat body. His yells reaching it's loudest as he felt the blue ectoplasmic feet slide in with a "PLOP!"

The bear reached back and pawed at his loose asshole, scooping up the ectoplasm that was left behind. He tried to get up but lost his balance as he felt the ghost inside of him lurch forward.

"Here comes the fun part fatty!" Jason yelled with a mocking chatter. Jason wasted no time shoving his limbs into the man, pressing his arms and legs into his vessel's like gloves and boots.

The beefy bear, finally having gotten up, felt his body start to dance around beyond his will. His right arm flailed as his left hand tried to stop it before betraying him and slapping him on the face. "Fu-fuck! GET THE FUCK OUT OF ME" he yelled at his belly wiggled uncontrollably.

Jason shoved his hard c*ck into the bear's girthy one, filling it up like a sheathe. His lined up his ghostly balls with his host's tennis-ball sized one, feeling them expand with a "POP" "POP".

The bear, pounding at his belly to get the invader out, suddenly lost control of his arms and hands as they reached down to stroke his huge 8in d*ck and finger his fat ass. He heard a laugh followed by a "BOOM" as his butt and legs filled up with ectoplasm.

With the bear's hands and feet under his control Jason realized there was only one step left.

"Puh-puh-please m-man! G-get out of- *gurgle*" The bear's neck started to bulge as Jason hurriedly squeezed into his host's head. The bear gasped for air as he gagged on ectoplasm, the pressure in his brain close to popping before-.

...

Jason opened his eyes and took a deep breath, his belly filling up and stretching out the tank top he was now wearing. "Oooh fuck yeah" he cooed, using the bear's sexy voice for the first time. He looked down and immediately reached for his beefy pecs, massaging his new nipples with his host's stubby fingers. They were sensitive, hard-wired to his new girthy c*ck as he felt his sweaty jock stretching to the limit. He pulled his waistband back up and felt the airy fabric wrap around his fat ass, immediately nesting between his cheeks.

"Can't believe it fucking WORKED. Hell YEAH BABY! I'M A FUCKING BEAR!" Jason danced around a bit, waving his new jiggly belly around in the air before he heard the door to the locker room open.

Jason watched as one of the bodybuilders stumbled in, so distressed from the workout that he didn't even notice Jason's lean body slumped against the wall. He tiredly glanced at Jason, who was at eye-level with him, and muttered a "How's it going Roy" before walking deeper into the locker room.

Jason's heart skipped a beat, but then calmed down as he realized that no one can tell. He walked up to the mirror and grinned at his reflection as he crossed his arms. He was fucking HUGE.

Jason felt sweat drip down from his forehead, chest, and pits. He carefully lifted his new beefy arms and immediately got hit by a wave of ripe musk. "Fuuuuuck. I smell so... GOOD" he moaned, using Roy's vocal chords. "Not gonna wash these pits" he chuckled.

In the corner of his eye, Jason glanced at his old slumped body. "Damn. I'm so fucking tiny... No wonder I flew into the wall" he reflected. Jason daydreamed for a second, then realized he could live out a huge k*nky fantasy of his. He picked up his old body with ease and took him to a secluded part of the locker room.

Jason started to eagerly rip off his old body's clothes, pulling down his pants and revealing his musky thin yellow briefs. He slipped them off and took the briefs up to his nose, taking a deep inhale of his old musk.

With a smirk, Jason dropped his host's Size XXL gym shorts and jockstrap, revealing his girthy hairy cock. He then started to slip on the Size S yellow briefs up his thick tree trunk legs, making sure the fabric didn't rip. Jason grinned as he felt the tiny briefs get eaten by his new gigantic asscheeks. He grabbed both of his cheeks with his meaty paws and ripped them open, making sure the fabric would touch his new musky *sshole like a thong.

"Ohhhh fuuuck yeah!" he groaned, as he sealed the entrance that he came in from. His d*ck was leaking profusely, more so than his old one did.

Jason pulled his host's shorts up. He grinned at the fat *ss in the mirror before he felt his new phone vibrate. "That who I think it is?"

He unlocked his phone and saw "Carson" had texted him.

Carson: "Hey handsome. What are you up to tonight?"

Jason couldn't help but chuckle, his big belly jiggling with every heave. He pawed at the keyboard with a huge grin.

Roy: "Hey baby. Nothing much. You wanna get k*nky tonight?"

Jason shoved Roy's phone into his pocket before running out of the locker room in a hurry, his big a*s jiggling with every step. His phone vibrated a ton, but Jason knew he needed to do something before he replied.

Later that night...

Jason stripped naked and laid in bed. He opened up his camera and saw the handsome grizzly face of the man he possessed. "Don't know how much time I have in you man but I'm gonna take advantage of it. Gonna get you real k*nky. Make you say shit you'd never say. And I bet Carson would do anything to fuck your musky fat*ss." Jason reached down to finger Roy's *sshole before giving his finger a lick.

"Haha. Alright alright enough fun. Got a video to send to a lucky guy."

Jason started to record.

FIN

[judes-hoe]

i kinda have a request.

it’s for jude.

it’s a jude smut w this song:

but like real smutty. Just that. jude dom w this song in particular.

im so sorry lmao. thx so much though 🫶🏼🫶🏼

Renegade ~ jb5

Omg ik this song I haven’t heard it in a long time but this we’ll definitely be going on my sex playlist

Parings ~ Jude Bellingham x reader

Summary ~ as request says I did kinda make a lil plot for it

Warnings ~ super smutty🤫😍😍

A/N ~ had this song on repeat to help write it🫶🏻😏

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The reason you were in this position was because you and Jude were at a club with some of his friends and started rubbing up against him to a song you both love that’s on your sexy time playlist. Renegade by Aaryan Shah.

When you both got through the door you immediately started kissing him, he had turned the song back on and put it on repeat on your house speakers.

You moved your kisses to his neck, he gave your ass two taps as a signal to jump. You jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist. He walked up the stairs to your bedroom while you marked his neck and shoulders.

He laid you on the bed and started taking your clothes off and doing the same to himself. You tried touching his chest but he grabbed your hands pinning them above your head. “Keep your hands there pretty girl, wanna start grinding on me in front of my friends, you want them to see how much of a slut you are for me,” he whispered in your ear. “Jude,” you moaned out. “What do you want love” he said kissing along your neck leaving marks here and there. “Please, need you,” you huffed out. “I’ll take care of you baby don’t worry,” he said looking down and grabbing his dick teasing your folds. He watched as your eyes rolled back. “Please Jude,” you begged hoping he’d finally slip in.

He put it in slowly and started thrusting, he started to speed up and started getting rough. “Jude,” you scream out. “Tell me when your gonna cum pretty girl,” he said looking at you. He was going at an eye crossing pace, you were sure you wouldn’t be getting out of bed tomorrow. You were so close already because he had fingered you the whole way home teasing you. “J-Jude I’m gonna c-cumm,” you moan out.

He suddenly pulled out, you whine and watched as he went and laid on the bed. “Since you wanted to act like that in public around my friends, ride me and make yourself cum,” he said with a smirk. You climbed up to him and straddled his waist, grabbing his cock and lining it with your entrance. You started going with the beat with the song playing, Jude was just watched and admiring as you used him to make yourself cum. “Jude, I’m- please,” you couldn’t form a sentence. “What baby can’t make yourself cum, need me to do it,” he said cockily. All you could do was nod.

Jude flipped you and put you in doggy making your back arch. “Cum for me baby i know you have to so bad,” he said going hard and fast. “I-I’m cumming judee,” you said gripping the sheets. As you cummed around Jude’s cock he came inside shortly after.

He pulled out after a few minutes and got up to clean you both up and he put clothes on you and he turned the music off. Once he came and got into bed himself he cuddled up next to you. “I should act like that more if it means I get fucked like that,” you said with a smirk. “You don’t gotta act like that pretty girl just ask and I will,” he said kissing the Sid dog you head.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

[sleepingdeath-light]

cuddling hcs ; stanford pines

requested by ; a common simp (02/08/23)

fandom(s) ; gravity falls

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; stanford ‘ford’ pines

outline ; “...

Now I wanna cuddle the fuck out of Ford.

LET ME CUDDLE THE SCIENTIST WITH PTSD!

(Aka, cuddle headcanons?)

-A Common Simp”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

ford isn’t the biggest cuddler in the world for a number of reasons, not least of which being that he’s spent most of his life being too focused on his research to even consider engaging in casual displays of affection like that, but he’s far from opposed to cuddling with you if you suggest it (and if he’s not in the middle of something extremely important / that can’t be delayed or ignored)

when you ask it will always take him a couple of seconds to process what you’ve said before he turns his full attention to you and asks you to repeat yourself just so he can make sure he hasn’t misheard you somehow

then, once he’s 100% certain that you did indeed ask what he thought you did and his hearing hasn’t failed him, he’ll rather sheepishly agree and let you lead him somewhere more comfortable for the two of you to sit — which usually means one of three places: your shared bed, the living room couch, or the seating outside if the weather is nice enough or he’s been spending too much time in the lab

ford has a few distinct cuddling ‘positions’ that he leans into and if you cuddle for long enough in one sitting there’s a good chance you’ll see him cycle through them with you as you both make yourselves more comfortable on whatever surface you’re on

the first is the tried and true, somewhat old fashioned, arm-around-the-shoulders when you’re sat side by side — bonus points if you lean into his side, wrap one of your hands around his waist, and interlink your spare hand with his — which is his go-to for when you’re sat outside and cuddling whilst half keeping an eye on whatever chaos his family is getting up to as it isn’t super intimate and makes it easy for him to lean over and whisper to you about anything and everything that come to mind (usually something science-related) no matter how loud everyone else is being in the moment

the second is a smidge more intimate and is usually reserved for the living room couch when you’re home alone or when everyone else in the shack is asleep, where you’re both curled up against each other in such a way that you’re still able to watch whatever’s on television — bonus points if he’s leaning against the end of the couch and you’re half-laying against his chest, playing with his fingers, and you’re both playfully commentating and criticising whatever late night crap is on screen

the third is something that he prefers to keep exclusively between the two of you, ideally confined to your bed or to the couch when everyone else is out for the day, and involved him laying down with you curled up on his chest whilst he wraps his arms loosely around your middle — it’s rare that the two of you have the time and space to cuddle like this, but he can quietly admit that it’s nice to be able to slow down and appreciate the intimacy of falling asleep with you in his arms and your hands messing with his hair

its also the ideal position, he finds, for being extra disgustingly sappy in expressing his love for you in ways that he wouldn’t ever dream of doing elsewhere — partly because having you there with him like that makes it feel as if the rest of the world has faded to nothing so he’s more comfortable being vulnerable with you, and partly because you’re usually either half or completely asleep by that point so you won’t remember enough to tease him about it later

bonus: when you cuddle, regardless of what position you’re in, ford finds that he’s equally as comfortable sitting in silence with you as he is filling that silence with conversation and corny jokes — which is something he’s never really experienced before with a partner and is something that he comes to cherish

[kpopsexstories]

omg i really like your stories!!! can i request xiaojun with wild or maybe steamy sex?? my mind clouded with him latey...

QUICK FIX #31: Wild & Steamy Sex with WayV Xiaojun

Member: WayV Xiaojun

Content: Lotus/Face-off, Missionary, Doggy style, Someone's watching

Type: STEAMY

Word Count: 1,350

This story is part of my Quick Fix Dirty Kpop Imagines series. Check it out for more x female reader smut and other groups and members.

“Baby, come here,” Xiaojun says. You can barely make out his face in the dark room, but you follow his voice and the silhouette sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I love you Xiaojun,” you whisper when you find his naked body and sit down on his lap. You spread your legs for him and gently lower yourself onto his boner.

The moonlight glistens on your forehead, and on Xiaojun’s bare back from a window behind him. There’s a yellow light outside, from the neighboring house. You don’t care if anyone can see you.

All you care about is Xiaojun’s warm skin, his soft embrace, the love in your heart, and his throbbing dick between your legs.

“Ahh,” you sigh when he slowly penetrates you.

“Mm, baby,” he whispers when your folds lick his head and shaft. They cling to his dick, wet and tight.

You sensually rock your body in his arms. Your ass glides back and forth on his thighs in gentle motions. His hands push and pull at your hips and his strong arms flex while your hand explores his chest and face.

“I love you too baby,” he whispers. The words send a shiver down your spine. What follows is the most steamy and erotic sex you’ve ever had.

*****

You wake up in the middle of the night to Xiaojun’s soft kisses. You smile at him in the dark when you open your eyes.

“Again?” you ask playfully.

“Mm,” he moans lustfully while grinding his naked body against yours under the sheets.

You roll on your back and Xiaojun quickly climbs on top. The moon has moved across the sky but still creates a blue shimmer on his body as the duvet slides down it. You trace his spine with your fingers and squeeze his soft ass, while he begins to rock and grind between your thighs.

You make love, surrounded by darkness and moonlight. His warm body on yours feels amazing. His hard dick soon fills you up, sending wonderful sensations from your groin that fills you from head to toe.

“Mm, I love you baby,” he whispers in your ear while fucking you slow.

“I love you too Xiaojun,” you say and smile at the yellow light outside the window.

*****

It’s early morning. The sun is out and you’ve slept in stages, going in and out of consciousness. Sex, cuddles, beautiful dreams and Xiaojun’s gentle snoring have all contributed to make your night wonderful.

Despite the repeated interruptions – the several times you’ve kissed softly in the dark, and made passionate love in the sheets – you feel rested and relaxed. You know you’ll sleep again soon, probably ‘til way past noon. This is just another one of those temporary breaks.

Xiaojun is staring lovingly at you. You kiss his forehead, then his lips. He adjusts his position and you can feel him getting hard. Again.

“Wanna try something new?” you ask. His smile grows wider, lustful and naughty.

“Whatever my baby wants,” he whispers and licks your neck.

Soon you’re on all four, staring at the bed frame in front of you. When you turn your head to look outside the light is still on in the neighboring window. Someone is either home, or they forgot the light on all night. If anyone’s looking at your window there’s no way they can’t see you.

You don’t mind if they do. Maybe nobody’s there, but the idea honestly excites you.

Xiaojun is on his knees behind you, thrusting his dick into your hole. He’s got a firm grip around your hips, and you imagine his eyes closed and mouth wide open.

He pants, chipping for air as he fucks you harder. You moan and bury your head in a pillow, while you focus on the sensation of his manhood stretching you wide and filling you up.

Fuck it feels good. The way he loves you, desires you, takes you, still after all these months. You turn him on, just as much as his hot body tickles your groin, and that feels great.

“Yeah, yeah,” you suddenly whimper. “Mmm, yeah, fuck me Xiaojun.”

“Ahh, ahh, I love you babe!”

“Mm, fuck, I love you too.”

He picks up the pace, slamming his hips a little harder against your cheeks. He pulls you, closer and tighter, thrusting his dick fast and deep into your wet pussy.

He leans in, towering over your bent spine. You feel his arm reach around your body, and his hand as he squeezes your otherwise shaking boobs.

The bed slams against the wall, breaking the soft quietness that has otherwise been around you all night. A bird tweets outside the window, briefly taking you out of your intimate bubble.

“Ahh, fuck!” Xiaojun grunts by your ear which brings you back. “Fuck yeah, babe you’re so sexy.”

You can’t help but smile. You push yourself up on your elbows, and Xiaojun leans back with his arm firm around your chest.

He straightens his back and pulls you on your knees. You stretch tall, turn your head to kiss his nose, while he digs his fingers into your side and plants his lips on your neck.

Your back rubs against his chest and stomach. You reach back with your arm above your head and run your fingers through his hair. His body is hot and sticky from the long night of passionate sex you’ve already been having.

“Mmm, babe,” you moan for him and roll your ass against his groin. The sensation of his cock sliding and throbbing inside you feels amazing.

“Mm, yeah,” he pants passionately, filled with lust and desire.

He slams hard into you, again and again. He suddenly goes fast again, so hard he’s building up a sweat. He holds you tighter, squeezing your body with such tension it almost hurts. His muscles flex, your legs feel weak, and your whole body is filled with an intense and enormous sexual pleasure.

“F-fuck!” you moan loudly and pull his hair.

Your skins clasp together. The sun turns the corner of the window frame and suddenly hits your eye.

“Mm, babe!” Xiaojun grunts while thrusting into you, closing his eyes out of sheer joy and arousal.

The rays feel warm on your skin, and his tense and flexing touch so hot and provocative.

“Yeah, fuck me babe,” you whimper, your whole body shivering with pleasure.

“Fuu-uuck!” he grunts from deep down his throat. Your body is bringing him close to the edge.

A figure appears in the window next door but you don’t notice it.

“Yes, yes, yes!” you scream.

Xiaojun erupts and pushes your body forward and downwards in a violent jolt.

Holy shit! three people think simultaneously.

“Ahh, babe!” Xiaojun shouts when he unloads inside you for the fifth time in twelve hours.

“Mmm, yeah,” you moan into the pillow, yourself filled with pleasure and ecstacy.

Daaamn, the neighbor says to himself, with her mouth wide open and a finger still on the light switch. You’ve put on quite a show and she wishes she’d caught it earlier.

Xiaojun turns on his side and pulls out. You collapse on your stomach and twist your neck to look at him. He pants heavily, rolls on his back, and you giggle at sight of his chest and stomach as they rise and collapse alternately.

“Fuck,” he says and grins while trying to catch his breath.

“That was incredible,” you confirm and smile wide, then turn to kiss him deeply on the lips.

Xiaojun’s eyes meet yours and he musters a faint smile. “Good morning babe,” he says and chuckles.

“Morning,” you say and kiss him again. You scoot closer and wrap your arm around his chest.

He rolls into your warm embrace and holds you tight. You kiss and sigh into each other’s mouths as you both return to normal.

You close your eyes. The neighbor shuts the blinds. Then you fall asleep again, happy, spent and madly in love. You’re totally exhausted by your long night of passion but have absolutely loved it.

[roses-for-rosalyn]

I Take it Back

Ellie Williams x reader

I'm baaaccccckkkkkkk

summary: Who needs a girlfriend when you have a friend who will fuck you am I right?

cw: toxic situationship lmao, hickies, nipple play, dirty talk, fem reader, in tlou universe :), oral (r! receiving), fingering (r! receiving), edging, countdown (hehe), no use of y/n (pet names instead)

minors DNI (I will hunt you down and steal all of your left shoes)

wc: 1.8k

You were at her door. Everything sane bone in your body screamed at you in protest to leave it the way it was. But the alcohol in your system was stronger than your sanity. You didn’t want to be just friends anymore, you didn’t care if she didn’t want a relationship, you just needed someone. 

You knew she was alone and so were you. You had been drinking because of the shit show of a week you had and it all led up to this idiotic humiliating moment. Standing at her door, clothes rumpled and bags under your eyes you knocked. 

You had a crush on Ellie for months before you hooked up for the first time. When it happened it felt so right, you swear you just kept breathlessly repeating “Ellie, you have no fucking idea” over and over as her lips traveled across your soft skin. She had been really clingy after that. Cuddling and saying that she missed you and you thought that maybe you could turn into something more. But then she dropped the bomb on you that she “wasn’t looking for a relationship”. You kept your cool when she told you, but fell apart later in your bed. You ignored her for a couple days until she confronted you. You told her you needed time and that it would be better if you went back to being friends and you two shouldn’t be alone together any more. 

You lasted about a day before your resolve crumbled. 

You hear footsteps and the sound of locks being clicked open. And there she stood, when she realized it was you she couldn’t hide the surprised expression on her face. 

“Uh…you wanna come in?” She asks, you could tell she couldn’t come up with anything else to say. You nod and walk past her, standing in the middle of her small room. Ellie closes the door and faces you, still looking confused. “So, what’s up?” she questions as you shift your weight from one foot to the other. 

“I… I missed you I guess, and I wanted to take back what I said.” You’re studying your shoes like they hold the secrets of the universe. You hear her walk a little closer to you, slowly. “I don’t care if you don’t want a relationship, I just.. I wanna go back to the way things were.” Ellie’s feet enter your line of vision, but you don’t dare to look up. This was the most desperate thing you had ever done. Suddenly you feel her thumb and index finger gently grab your chin, encouraging you to meet her eyes. You let her tilt your head up, her green eyes and freckles coming into view. She was subtly grinning, like she knew something you didn’t. 

“You mean that?” she asks. You nod your head nervously. She leans closer, her lips grazing yours. “You sure?” you could feel her soft lips move against yours as she spoke. 

“Yes.” you reply, with a little more desperation than you would have liked to admit. And with that she kisses you, god she was addicting. You hadn’t even realized you were going through withdrawal until now. She takes her free hand and grabs your hip to guide you to the couch, her other one moves to cup your jaw, pulling your lips impossibly closer to hers. She breaks away to sit on the couch, and you don’t even wait for an invitation before you straddle her and start kissing her again. She opens up your mouth with her tongue, entangling it with yours. Her hands begin to wander under your shirt, smoothing up your stomach to your breasts, she squeezes and massages them roughly over your bra, Ellie seems just as eager as you. She moves her lips to your neck and begins kissing that spot right behind your ear she knows will get a rise out of you. She takes your soft skin into her mouth and you bite your lip to keep from whining. She moves downwards, marking your skin as she went. When her teeth would graze against you, you would let out a sigh and she would groan in satisfaction. 

Once she gets to your collarbone she leans back and tugs on the hem of your sweatshirt. “Off.” she says and you don’t even have to think before you tug it over your head. She wraps her arms around you and unclasps your bra with ease, exposing you to the cool air. Ellie doesn’t hesitate before taking your nipple into her warm mouth. You instinctively tangle your hands in her hair, desperate for something to hold on to. “Ffuuckk Ellie.” you breathlessly moan as she takes her hand and begins teasing your other nipple, circling the sensitive bud before pinching and rolling it between her fingers. You were in heaven, she was so warm and perfect and you were completely lost in pleasure and she barely had to do anything. She switches to the other side and you gasp at the feeling. Ellie’s hand began to move downwards, unbuttoning and unzipping your jeans. You hadn’t even realized you were grinding against her until you felt her hand cup your clothed center. The teasing pressure on your clit was enough to elicit a moan from your lips. You grind into her hand desperately as she continues sucking and licking at your now swollen nipples. “That’s it, baby use me.” She says as she takes a breath before making her way back up to your neck. 

“Ellie,” You gasp.

“Yes princess?” Ugh that fucking nickname. It was so stupid but Ellie could feel your cunt flutter when she called you that. 

“I’m going crazy here, I…I need more.” You plead as you grind into her strong hand, barely relieving you of the achy feeling growing between your legs. 

“Mmm, ask me nicely and I’ll think about it.” She says as she continues kissing your collarbone. 

“Please, please Ellie I..I want more, I need more, please.” Your chest was heaving at this point, your arousal beginning to cloud your thoughts, she could ask you to do anything right now and you’d do it. 

She doesn’t even reply before she flips you on your back, the soft couch meeting your bare skin. She kneels between your legs and grabs your ankle, placing your shoe against her chest. She takes her time untying your sneaker, mocking you. She removes it and throws it across the room, she does the same for the other side. She grabs both your jeans and underwear and wrestles them off your hips, pulling them gently down your legs before throwing those too. Instinctively you close your legs. Ellie shakes her head and pries them open, exposing your glistening cunt. She practically drools at the sight. “So perfect for me.” She says breathless as she lays on her stomach to inch closer to your dripping pussy. She begins leaving little kisses up and down your thighs that eventually turn into something hungrier, her teeth grazing your sensitive skin. She would make her way right to where you needed her before moving to the other thigh. You were about to say something until she suddenly licked a gentle stripe up your slit. You gasped at the feeling and you didn’t even have time to adjust before she began licking at your swollen clit. One of your hands laces into her hair while the other desperately grips onto the couch. You tilt your head back and close your eyes, her tongue skillfully pulling moans out of you with ease. It was silly of you to think that you could ever give this up. She made every thought disappear from your head while making you feel the best you ever had in your life. 

Her fingers begin teasing your entrance, circling it until your walls invite her in. You gasp as you feel her slender finger move deeper inside of you until she curls it to perfectly hit where you needed her. Your back arches, trying to move closer to her expert mouth and fingers. You hadn’t even noticed one of Ellie’s hands had moved from your thighs until she began moaning into your cunt, causing vibrations to move through you. She was grinding into her hand as she worked you with her mouth. She added a second finger and you didn’t even realize your pleasure could peak this high until this moment. It was all consuming and beginning to bubble over, your walls clenching around her fingers rhythmically as she sucked your clit into her mouth. “Fuck that’s it Ellie.” You whine as she moves her fingers at just the right speed, hitting that spongy spot with every thrust. 

“You close, baby?” She asks, with a mocking, whiny tone. 

“Y-yes.” You whimper as she continues her relentless assault on your dripping cunt. 

“Beg for it.” She demands.

“Wh-what?” you tilt your head up for a moment to meet her eyes before she begins to pick up her speed forcing your head back again. 

“Beg for it and I might let you come.” She says with a sneer, you know she’s getting off knowing she’s making this hard for you. 

“Fuck.” you whisper, trying to conjure up literally any coherent sentence but her fingers and tongue are scrambling your brain. “Please” you whimper, your belly begins to tighten and you’re not sure if you can hold it.

“Mm, not good enough princess, I need you to prove to me that you want this.” God you’re screwed. 

You take a breath and try to focus. “Please Ellie I need it, I can’t hold it much longer. I-I’ll do anything just please.” 

“Alright I’m gonna count down from ten, when I get to one you can come. Understand?” You nod vigorously and she resumes teasing you with her tongue. 

“Ten,” she doesn’t let up with her speed, she’s challenging you. “Nine,” Your moans fill the room, sounding more like whines the more you struggle to contain yourself. “Eight,” fuck this is hard. “Seven,” her grip on your thigh tightens as you begin to squirm. “Six,” a mixture of Ellie’s name and breathless curse words spill from your lips as you begin to lose your composure. “Five,” fuckfuckfuck. “Four, almost there princess.” oh god she’s making it worse. “Three,    two,       one.   Good girl, come for me.”  At that exact moment you allow yourself to let go, pleasure finally allowed to consume you fully. You move against Ellie’s fingers as waves of pleasure rush through your body. You can’t even control the sounds escaping from your swollen lips as she continues her movements while your orgasm crashes into you. You had barely noticed how Ellie was moaning into you as well, reaching her high as she watched you be completely consumed by your climax. She kept going, licking up your arousal until you were pushing her away from sensitivity. She moves her way up to you and kisses you, you can taste yourself on her lips. “I missed you too.”

notes and comments always appreciated! ily <3

[mr-hanjisung]

I don't know where my mind went with this but imagine Hyunjin being jealous and how possessive he'll be in bed. For all the Hyunjin lovers. <3

Make Up Sex

WARNINGS: Mentions of the word jagi/jagiya, praise, spanking, praise, arguments, make up sex, dirty talk, light to no foreplay, begging/pleading

GENRE: 💋 (✏️)

WORD COUNT: 723

A/N:

Not proofread!

"God Jinnie. You're so overdramatic!" You yelled as he gawked in disbelief. "Me? Overdramatic? That's rich coming from someone who let a whole other guy feel her up in front of her boyfriend." He said as you glared daggers at him.

"Whatever, he wasn't feeling me up. It was just a quick hug Hyunjin." You said as he shrugged his shoulders. "Looks like you wanted him to touch you." He said as you looked at him clearly annoyed now. "Maybe I should've." You retorted but that ignited something in Hyunjin. He walked over to you and grabbed your wrists.

"Wanna repeat that jagi?" He asked, his voice low and threatening. "Maybe I should've let him touch me since you won't." You spat, joking at first but once you saw the look in Hyunjin's eyes you knew you had screwed up. Big time. "Oh really? Then I'll show you why you're with me." He said licking his lips.

You don't know how it happened or what led to what happened next but the next thing you knew, you and Hyunjin were both half naked. Kissing each other on his bed. He slowly slid off the rest of the fabrics that clung to your body as he took his off as well.

"Damn jagi, you're so wet already." He said, his fingers making their way to your pulsating entrance, his finger pads teasing the entrance lightly. You bit your lower lips to hush any noises as he chuckled and moved his fingers, licking them. "Mmm... you taste good jagi..." He said as you blushed.

He then aligned himself. "You seem fine, don't seem like you need to be prepped and not to mention, you're on the pill so I'm not wearing a condom." He said as he slowly thrusted inside. You felt him whole, you squeezed the sheets. He chuckled at your reaction. "You're so cute..." He whispered in your ear, as he got closer to your ear. "Where did he touch you?" He asked as you barely were able to mumble out. "My hips... and neck..." Hyunjin smiled. "Thank you jagi, but is that all?" He asked as you nodded. Then he began to pull out. "Tell me jagi. Is that all?" He asked again as you nodded. "Words." He demanded, pulling half way out. "Bad girls don't get rewarded, you know." He stated, being more than half way out.

"He touched my ass..." You told him as he chuckled, tracing his fingers on your stomach. "Good girl..." He said pulling you in for a kiss. As you two kissed, he thrusted himself in and began to move at a bizarre pace. 'God, the stamina and speed of a dancer.' You thought as you moaned in the kiss. Hyunjin clearly liked this and held your chin watching your face. He enjoyed himself. He then moved you on all fours, holding onto your hips and thrusting into you once again. Taking your breath away.

He kissed your neck as he continued to thrust into you, causing you to just moan. You tried to stop yourself but whenever you did, you would find yourself moaning even louder because Hyunjin would force you to moan.

Then you felt a sting to your ass. You then felt Hyunjin's hand massage the spot. "Bet he can't make you feel like this." Hyunjin said cocky now, "Who's fucking you right jagi?" He asked as you gasped as he began to move even faster.

"Well..?" He asked, groaning as you didn't answer again. He then pulled out causing you to look at him. "Please... Jinnie... keep going..." You pleaded as he smirked. "Who's fucking you right jagi? I want you to tell the whole damn world." He said as you swallowed your pride. "You do... You fuck me so good Jinnie..." You told him as he thrusted inside again and the minute he did, you both had come from the sudden contact again.

After you both had rode out your climaxes. He cuddled you. "Sorry jagiya... was I too rough..?" He asked as you hit him on the head. "Ya think?" You retorted. He laughed as he kissed you.

“Sorry jagi. I'll fix my attitude problem but having make up sex after arguments aren't that bad." He said as you closed your eyes ready to sleep. "Don't make it a habit.”