#rubbing both my hands over my face as I slide lower in my chair over this

[midnightwind]

*gestures vaguely* is this anything-

[mattslolita]

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"but professor, i've never gotten anything lower than an A+ before!"

professor sturniolo sighs softly, rubbing the stubble along his jaw as he eyes you, licking his lips. you bite your lip in nervousness, feeling the familiar feeling of heat pooling in between your thighs whenever you were around your teacher. his intense, azure eyes that would wander hungrily over your gaze didn't ever escape you ━ you couldn't deny the obvious attraction you had towards him, either. you knew it was wrong, but you couldn't help it, especially when you were his favorite student.

but after seeing the B+ on your most recent paper, your mind was spiraling and you had started to think otherwise. "i'm so confused on what i did wrong, mr. sturniolo."

"listen, y/n, your work was done well, but it was lacking," professor sturniolo explains to you, shaking his head slightly as his eyes bore into yours, "this wasn't your best work, you and i both know that. you could've done better."

a huff escapes the pout of your lips, your arms crossing against your chest. professor sturniolo's eyes wander down to where your perky, perfect breast are almost peaking out from above the white button up top you've paired with your denim skirt, just barely grazing the curves of your ass. a low rumble leaves his lips, and he clears his throat to cover it up, eyes raking over you shamelessly.

and you don't miss the way he stares.

he raises an eyebrow as you walk closer to his desk, stopping just in front of his desk where he sits in his chair. he leans back with a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, manspreading as he watches the way you stare down at him pleadingly whilst pressing your plush thighs together.

"is there anything i could do..." you whine lowly, your eyes traveling down to the bulge in his work slacks, "to raise my grade?"

he chuckles lowly, his eyes darkening with a sinister gleam in his eyes. professor sturniolo tsks, shaking his head slightly before beckoning you over to him.

"get on your knees angel, hm?" he instructs you, and you nod eagerly.

you tucked your skirt under you, knees pressing against the carpeted floor of the classroom as you slowly crawl in front of him, wide eyes staring up at him as you await his next command. he feels his cock twitch in his pants upon seeing you on your knees for him, face level with his still clothed erection.

"such a sweet girl..." he hums lowly, reaching his hand out to stroke your cheek, thumb swiping over you bottom lip, "willin' to break the rules jus' to raise your grade? such a naughty little thing, ain't ya?"

you whine lowly, feeling the heat pool your underwear upon hearing the way he described your current predicament ━ it was so wrong, but you couldn't help the way your body reacted to the simplicity of his hand grazing along your cheek.

"please sir, need you," you plead, wide eyes filled with lust and pleading as you stare up at him.

"go on angel, have me."

professor sturniolo lifted his hips up as he unbuttoned his slacks, sliding them down towards you ━ you eagerly slid them past his knees, gulping slightly when you saw his erection prodding against his underwear, begging to be released. he lifts his hips up once more to slide his underwear down and once they unclothe his cock, your eyes widen ━ he's big. his angry, mushroom tip is reddened with precum leaking from it. his eyes narrow at you predatorily, watching the way you take him in.

"s-so big, sir," you say, mouth watering as you look back up at him, "please, can i taste you?"

"course you can, baby," he urges, caressing your cheek, "know you can take all of me, c'mon."

you scoot closer to him until you're eye level with his dick, slowly moving forward as you lick a stripe up the underside of it ━ a low groan leaves your professor's lip, clearly having been waiting for some type of contact. you reach a hand up to slowly stroke him, watching as his eyelids become lidded as he hungrily gazes down at you.

"y'gonna tease your professor, hm?" he warns you, "gonna have to make me feel good if you wan' that A+."

without warning, you take the head of his throbbing cock until it hits the back of your throat, earning a low growl from your professor, his head lolled back in ecstasy. you raise your head up, before going back to take him again. "fuckk, there ya go, angel..."

you stroked the rest of what couldn't fit in your mouth, watching his expressions morph as you continued sucking him off. professor sturniolo's hand goes down to create a makeshift ponytail, gripping your hair harshly as he forces your head all the way down, your nose brushing against his pelvic bone as he fucks your face with vigor.

"takin' me so fuckin' good, doll," professor sturniolo says darkly, his hips snapping up as he drives his cock down your throat, "breakin' the rules jus'- fuckk- cause ya didn't like ya grade? gonna make you take me, you dirty slut..."

his filthy words have you moaning around his cock, and your hand goes down and slips inside of your underwear, rubbing circles around your clit. professor sturniolo's cock begins twitching inside of your mouth, signaling he was close.

"m'close, angel," he growls, his thrusts into your mouth growing sloppy, the wet, lewd noises sounding throughout the classroom. spit trickles down the sides of your mouth, and you could feel your throat becoming hoarse but you didn't care. you can feel yourself closer and closer to your own orgasm, your slick coating your fingers as you rub your clit faster.

"gonna fill that pretty mouth up with my cum," professor sturniolo groans possessively, "is that what you wan'? want your teacher to fill your dirty mouth up with his seed?"

the moan you suddenly let out around his cock gives him his answer as he looks down at you, tears filling your vision from you gagging around him ━ the tears spur him on further, hips bucking into your face roughly before his legs sputter, cock twitching as hot, white spurts of cum shoot down your throat, followed by multiple praises of your name slipping from professor sturniolo's lips.

he coaxes himself through his orgasm, guiding your mouth away from his dick, a loud pop sound following. a low whine leaves your lips as you come undone on your fingers, your arousal dripping down your thighs as you pant heavily.

professor sturniolo smirks down at you dangerously, drinking in the sight of your puffy lips, mascara streaking your eyelids as your eyes are glossed over, the scent of sex clouding around you both. his hand reaches out to yours, pulling it up towards you. he hums as he tastes your arousal on your fingers, lustful gaze on you as he licks his lips. "y'taste so fuckin' heavenly."

a small giggle leaves your lips as you stare up at him. "does that mean i get an A+ now?"

[drewharrisonwriter]

Overtime

Status: Complete.

Pairings: Boss Dave York x Secretary Female Reader

Word Count: 1008 words

Summary: Preparation for an investor presentation kept you and your boss Dave York working overtime.

Author's Notes: Hey, it's been a while and I know I have a shit ton of WIPs lol but I hope you all enjoy this new Dave York piece. I am open to requests and prompts, too.

Warnings: Minors DNI. 18+ only. This fic contains explicit sexual content, themes of infidelity, and unhealthy relationship dynamics/power imbalance, employer-employee relationships. Reader discretion is advised.

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The office is eerily quiet, the low hum of the central air system the only sound as you perch yourself on Dave’s lap. Your back arches slightly, your hands gripping the polished edge of his mahogany desk to keep your balance. The soft fabric of your dress bunches around your waist, exposing the creamy expanse of your thighs and the black lace of your panties pushed to the side. His hands grip your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as you move atop him in slow, deliberate rolls of your hips.

Your heart pounds in your chest, and it’s not just from the pleasure coursing through your veins. It’s always like this. Heated. Urgent. Completely reckless. You bite your lower lip, stifling the sound bubbling up your throat, your mind warring with itself. You hate and love this in equal measure. You love how his touch makes you feel alive in a way nothing else ever has, and you hate the reality you always face when it’s over.

His thick cock stretches you perfectly, filling you in a way that makes your breath hitch with every movement. Each upward thrust of your hips meets the firm grip of his hands, steadying you as he guides you into a rhythm that is both demanding and intoxicating.

“Fuck, baby, I love this so much…” he groans, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. His head rests against the back of his executive chair, his sharp features cast in the dim light of the desk lamp. “You feel so goddamn good. Always so damn good…”

Your chest tightens at the words. They aren’t new. He always says things like that when you’re in a moment like this. And the pounding in your chest isn’t from the building pleasure but from the knowledge that this will never be more than what it is… A dirt little secret from the world. 

Your internal conflict swirls in your chest, tangled with the physical ache of your body chasing the high he always brings you to. He shifts slightly, leaning forward to press a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder. His teeth graze your skin, making you clench around him involuntarily.

“Don’t stop,” he commands, his voice low and rough. One of his hands slides from your hip, skimming over your stomach before dipping lower, his fingers finding your swollen clit. He presses tight, deliberate circles there, and you gasp, your head falling back against his shoulder as the sensation shoots through you like a bolt of lightning.

“Dave,” you whimper, your grip on the desk tightening as your thighs tremble. You’re so close, the coil in your belly winding tighter and tighter, threatening to snap.

“Not yet,” he growls, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “You don’t cum until I tell you to.”

You whimper, biting your lip hard to stifle the moan threatening to escape. You try to focus on the desk under your hands, on the steady rhythm of your hips against his, but the sensation of his fingers rubbing your clit while his cock fills you to the hilt is too much. Your body quivers, teetering on the edge of release.

And then the phone fucking rings.

You freeze, your breath hitching in your throat. He lets out a low growl of frustration, his hand stilling on your nub as he reaches for the phone on his desk. He glances at the caller ID and sighs heavily before answering.

“York,” he says, his voice clipped, though his fingers resume their torturous circles on your clit. Your eyes widen, your body trembling as you try to stay still, to keep quiet, but it’s impossible.

“Yes, the investment presentation is on track,” he says into the phone, his tone professional despite the way his hand works you over, keeping you on the brink. He leans back in his chair, his free hand gripping your hip tightly to steady you. His voice drops slightly as he says, “I’ll call you back. My secretary is… coming.”

Your cheeks burn, your breath coming in sharp gasps as he ends the call and drops the phone back onto the desk. Before you can recover, his hands grip your hips again, and he thrusts up into you hard, his movements unrelenting.

“Cum for me, baby,” he growls, his voice rough and commanding. “Now.”

Your body obeys, your release crashing over you like a tidal wave. You cry out, your walls clenching tightly around him as your thighs quiver. Your head falls back, your eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure wracks through you. He doesn’t stop, his pace relentless as he chases his own high, your body tightening around him only spurring him on.

“Fuck,” he groans, his head against your nape as he comes, his cock pulsing as he fills you with his release. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you tightly against him as he empties himself inside you. You swear you can feel every hot rope of his release, leaving you feeling bloated and utterly spent.

The room is silent except for your ragged breathing. You slump forward, your hands still braced on the desk as you try to catch your breath. His hands soften their grip, his fingers brushing over your skin in lazy, soothing strokes.

It’s always like this. Passionate and consuming. And yet, as you clean up, straightening clothes and fixing hair, the reality always looms. He kisses you softly, his lips lingering on yours for a moment longer than usual, but it’s not enough to chase away the ache in your chest.

You watch him leave, his jacket slung over his shoulder as he walks to the elevator. He will go home to his family, to his wife, and lay in bed beside her while you lay awake in your own. And that’s the part that hurts the most. This is all you could ever be. And you hate that it isn’t enough—but you hate even more that you can’t stop wanting him anyway.

[becomingmina]

Favourite time and place to eat you out - SKZ hyung line. 18+only mdni

um just alot of dirty talk too.

Hyung line:

Chris/Bang Chan: Studio. Very late at night.

You offer to go with him to work in his studio late at night.

"You don't have to come. I don't want you waiting for me, I'll be late. And the couch isn't comfy for you to sleep on baby," he says.

"I just want to be around you Channie, I can wait," and he gives in to you.

As he works one his tracks, you stay quiet in the corner on the sofa working away on your work project getting distracted with you phone every minute or two. He glances at you every now and then and just absolutely adores how quietly you wait around for him.

"Baby, you've been so good to me," he pushes himself in his chair towards you.

"Hmm?" you look up at him and he removes your laptop from your lap before fiddling with the hem of your sweat pants and kneeling down in front of you.

"Let me treat you. You deserve to have your pussy eaten out after patiently waiting around for me," he says before pulling down your pants along with your panties.

"You should come work with me often, I like how good you can be," he says before licking a fat stripe along your folds.

Lee Know/Lee Minho: In bed. In the morning.

Minho craves morning intimacy - he just loves how vulnerable and desperate you get. You wake up from him flipping up your night gown and sliding down your panties. As if he didn't spent all last night in you, he drove straight in sucking harshly on your clit to wake you fully up. Your hands make their way to latch onto his hair as you lift up you hips.

"Min, please," you whine trying to grind on his face for some relief as he starts to slow down his pace. His hands keeps you spread out and flat on the bed as he smirks.

"I love it when you get so desperate kitten, let me just make love to your pussy," he chuckles as he continues to slowly make out with your cunt.

"She's still so swollen from last night, don't you know she needs it a bit slow today?

"Min please I'm awake let me cum," you try to close your legs around him but Minho is always in control.

"Don't be greedy baby, you came so much last night. Let me have some fun," he continues to tease you.

Seo Changbin: In the shower. Winding down before bed.

"Over my shoulder, darling please," Bin says as he kneels down hoisting one of your leg on his shoulder.

"Your pussy looked so pretty in your tight gym leggings today, I couldn't wait to get home" he has his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as his other hand grips your cheeks.

"Had to get you sweaty so you can hop in the shower.. So I can make you even more dirty.." Bin's fingers spread your folds as his tongue enters your hole trying his best to go as deep as possible. He is a sucker for pleasuring you in the shower. He wants to get dirty. He loves to make your cum and squirt for him. He finds it extremely hot the way your juices spray his face and drip down the shower screen.

Hwang Hyunjin: In the bedroom on lazy afternoons.

Hyunjin is so romantic when it comes to pleasuring you. You both are tangled together on the bed on a lazy Saturday afternoon. No work no practice. It starts off so gentle, with soft kisses that then lead to him hovering over you in a slow make out session. It's when he tugs on your lower lip biting down with more force that you know what he is indicating. Hyunjin gets shy about it so he doesn't say anything - he just waits around until you shuffle on the bed so he can slot himself between your legs. Kisses then make their way down your body until he reaches that part he desires. He presses one kiss your clothed cunt before he stares up at you - his eyes so big, filled with desire and lust but he is still so shy.

"Go ahead baby, take it off and make me feel great," you reassure him. Hyunjin peels off your short you lifting your hips to help him. With your hand in his hair guiding him, he starts to mirror the kisses he gave your lips - gently making out with your glistening cunt.

Maknae line here.

[zevrra]

should we…?

synopsis: how some of the men of jjk would react to you asking for a baby >:3

tags: 18(+) only, mdni, very nsfw, suggestive content, straight up smut, sorta plot w/corn, fem!reader, gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, toji fushiguro, short & sweet

gojo is taken by total surprise. you had slipped up, asking the question over dinner one time. wondering if he would ever be interested in having children. so you ask him. gently touching his hand as he stares at your face, looking for any answer he can find. yet it was he who thought himself unworthy to have children. fear of being a terrible father has him a little nervous to answer.

you smile at him, scooting your chair closer to his side so you can kiss his check. squeezing his hand as you gaze at him with every ounce of love you’ve ever felt for the man. “satoru, you’d be a wonderful father.” you whisper and he smiles. if not for the dim light you could’ve sworn he had tears in his eyes but when he abruptly stands, they’re gone. he simply nods in response. takes your hand into his own and helps you to your feet. “let’s start a family.”

and that’s all it took. you guide him to the bed. tossing him down onto the tuft of pillows as you work out of your evening clothes. feel his eyes watch over your every move as you climb on top of him. kissing him passionately to distract him as your fingers work on removing his shirt. discard his clothes with your own onto the floor.

when he tries to take control you push against his chest. laying him flat back onto his back. he smiles up at you, curious as to what you have planned. he’d find out soon enough. especially when you stroke his cock against your pussy. he stiffens rather quickly under your touch and from this position, he’s large enough that his head brushes against your lower stomach. he moans at the sight as you continue. lifting your legs and hips up before sinking slowly down onto his awaiting cock. now he really moans for you. whispers your name between every gasp of breath he takes.

“fuuuuck.” he groans. gojo wants to take control but you don’t let him. you keep riding his cock, swallowing him up with ease, with your hands gripping his shoulders. “feel that?” you ask as you clench around him. he whines at your words and your actions. fingers gripping the bed sheets for dear life. “let me have your children satoru. you’re amazing. so loving, so caring. give me everything my love.” you beg him and he can’t take anymore. his hips stutter as he cums inside of you. bites his bottom lip as he watches you take every inch of him while he fills you with cum.

he throws his head back with a cry as you keep going. you weren’t planning to stop anytime soon, not even as his cock becomes overstimulated and he moans for you to slow down. you both knew his limits and until you receive everything gojo can give you, you kept rolling your hips.

geto smiles one morning as you two are getting ready. smoothed a hand across your stomach as his head falls onto your shoulders. “let’s have a baby.” he says. pressing kisses to the back of your neck. having adopted two girls you would never have guessed he’d want a third. but there he was, pressing into your lower stomach and asking you to take his children inside your womb. “please?“ he asks softly. he knew you were weak to him begging. knew you would never say no to him.

so he takes the initiative. turns your face to kiss you deeply while his hands get to work. stripping you of your pj’s as you turn to him. he leads you back to your bed, laying you back on your back. his sleeping pants are pulled down to reveal he’s already thick and hard cock. he must’ve had a dream about fucking you full of his cum. a dream he would soon make a reality that you welcomed entirely.

he slides his cock between your thighs. rubs himself right up against your aching core. “wanna hear you beg me for it.” geto hums deviously. turning all of it back onto you. all with a simple smile. “please suguru…i want it.” you whine and he replies with a smirk. tells you, “oh you can do better than that princess.” as his pushes his head between your lips. “p-please! suguru, i want you. want your kids, please fuck me, please get me pregnant!”

that’s what he likes to hear. geto slips his entire cock inside of you. pushes himself all the way down to the base. doesn’t give you a chance to breathe as he stuffs you entirely full before he begins to move. hips grinding against yours, dragging himself in and out of you like a storm. he fucks you rough and fast. the type of fuck to leave bruises on your waist. and you love every second of it. sobbing his name again and again until he’s unraveling himself. buries his entire cock so deep inside of you, you swear he’s kissing at your womb. no doubt you were going to get pregnant.

“that’s my girl. take all of it inside. don’t spill a drop.” geto groans. making sure nothing spills out of your twitching pussy. doesn’t plan to stop there though, oh no. he plans to fill your womb to the brim.

nanami is a little surprised. not that he had not thought about ever starting a family, simply thought he would never get the chance. he had always wanted to ask you. wanted to see what your reaction and your answer would be if he simply asked to have his children. but now that he didn’t have to wonder anymore, he wants nothing more than to fill you and his wishes.

so plans a romantic date. makes you feel special the entire night. buys you your favorites flowers, brings you a gift, gets you the expensive wine you like while you two have dinner. tells you how gorgeous you are. tells you how he’d be so excited to start a family with you when you bring it up. and later that night he plans to make love to you.

after you return home from the amazing night he planned out, you kiss him in the kitchen. his hands are slow as they run across your body. sculpting every curve and dip as he kisses you lovingly. you start at untying his tie. slipping it off from around his neck while unbuttoning the front of his dress shirt. you both move towards your shared bedroom, leaving a trail of clothing articles strung about your home.

when you fall onto the bed, he takes his position on top of you. kisses your neck as he slowly pushes inside of you. pushes his cock slowly inside of you. solely to make you really feel every inch of him before he drags every inch out. he groans against your skin. “god you feel so good.” he mutters while his hips begin to move a little faster. “you’ll look so beautiful carrying my children.” he adds with a laugh. continues to steadily increase his pace until he’s quickly thrusting inside of you. hits every deep spot inside of your pussy that it makes your toes curl. all the while he lays hot and heavy kisses against your throat.

“have my children darling.” he whispers, panting against your skin. “y-yes! let’s start a family. i want to have your children, please kento…” you respond in soft cries. he’s close. closing in to the burn he desires so bad. makes sure to pull back and rest his hands on either side of your head to make sure he looks lovingly in your eyes. wants to make sure he sees your face as he cums. never pulls out, not even once, as he finally buries his cum inside of you.

the night leaves you full of nanami’s love and warmth. as he reminds you again and again how beautiful you are.

toji laughs a little. thinks you’re joking at first as he’s spread out on your shared couch. his shirt bunched up, hand resting on your thigh, watching some movie that barely had your attention. cue as to why you suddenly bring up wanting a baby. when you tell him you’re serious, that you want a baby, his baby, he probably laughs again. grabs hold of you and moves you into his lap, hand sliding up beneath your shorts and groping your ass. “let’s make one then, right here and now.” he whispers. doesn’t take any time pushing your shorts off, damn near ripping your panties off in the process, while his other hand lifts to your mouth, tells you to spit and suck on his fingers.

he proceeds to finger you after that. fucks you from behind until you’re cumming in his lap with a simple twist and curl of his fingers. all the while you stroke him through his sweats. getting him hard and ready to fuck you into pregnancy. and he will, once he removed his fingers he replaces them with his aching cock. fucks into your weeping pussy again and again. turns you into a babbling mess as he uses your hips to grind you down against himself. “shit, ya want my baby? want me to fill your womb?” he chuckles, watching your pussy swallow him up completely. feels you clench around him at the words he speaks.

“please fill me up toji. fuck me please. want your babies.” you cry as he continues to roughly fuck you. he chuckles at your begging. licks his lips as he stares at you hungrily taking all of him with every thrust.

groans harshly when he finally cums, never once pulling out as he continues to thrust himself inside of you. wants to make sure you take every last drop he can offer. now, trembling from his harsh movements, he flips you onto your back. moves to wrap your legs around his waist, staying buried deep inside the entire time. “once more. I’m gonna get ya pregnant for sure.” he says with a wild smirk, pushing hair out of his eyes as he plans to fuck you all night long.

[fluentmoviequoter]

hi! could i make a tim bradford x shy!reader request where shy!reader is pregnant, and she decides to visit tim at the station since she’s on maternity leave. but while she’s visiting tim at the station, all of a sudden her water breaks, so her and tim both start to panic and rush to the hospital. luckily, they make it in time to the hospital, and then eventually she gives birth to a baby girl.

hopefully that makes sense!🤍

It absolutely makes sense! Thanks for the shy!reader request, I love it so much!! This could probably act as a part 2 for the firefighter fic or any of the other pregnant!reader x Tim stories, too!

Warnings: pregnancy and labor, teasing, fluff!! 2.0k+ words

Is it My Turn to Panic?

Standing in the new nursery and organizing the freshly washed baby clothes, you’re happier than you anticipated. People warned you that the last month or two of your pregnancy could be agony, always hot or tired, or worse, on bed rest. But you feel good – great, even. You know that’s because of Tim, though. He’s been by your side for every mood swing, weird craving, and uncomfortable moment. Glancing down at your stomach when you feel a kick, you think your baby is probably thinking about Tim, too.

Once the clothes are folded, you put them in the dresser Tim assembled last night while you took a hot bath. He asked you not to do anything, to take it easy, but you get bored and lonely when he’s not home. As the pile on the dresser dwindles, you sit in the rocking chair by the window, enjoying being in your home, the one you share with your husband and soon your child.

When you pick up your phone, smiling at the picture of Tim on your lock screen, you get an idea.

“Want to visit your dad?” you whisper, rubbing your hand over your bump.

You laugh when you feel another kick as you rise out of the rocking chair. Your phone rings, and you pause, answering it quickly.

“Hello,” you greet.

“Hi, gorgeous.”

You’re glad Tim can’t see you because you duck your chin shyly even though he’s miles away.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“I was putting the clothes away,” you answer softly.

Tim chuckles before reminding you, “I said I’d do that.”

“I got bored.”

“And lonely?”

You huff, a half-sigh, half-whine that makes Tim know he’s right.

“How are the contractions?”

“They’re okay.”

As you say it, another contraction hits, and you slide your hand under your bump as it passes.

“Yeah, they sound okay,” Tim says.

“’S just Braxton Hicks, I’ll be fine.”

“Oh, I know you will be. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You don’t say anything, walking into your bedroom to get shoes. Tim sighs before telling you he has to go.

“I love you,” you say, holding the phone to your ear with your shoulder as you gather your things.

“I love you, both of you,” Tim replies. “I’ll see you tonight.”

The call ends, and you put your phone in your bag before locking the front door behind you. You miss Tim, and he’s right, you’re bored and lonely, so you’re going to visit him. He has been upset that he’s missing so much of your pregnancy and when the contractions started a few weeks ago. So, you’re doing it for him, too.

Once you’re in the car, another contraction seizes you, and you furrow your brows in pain. It’s the most intense you’ve had, but you soon forget about it. The doctor assured you everything was okay, and your baby was healthy at your last visit, that the contractions would continue until you went into labor and would just be an inconvenience.

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“Bradford!” Wade yells. He turns to you and smiles, lowering his voice to ask, “How are you feeling?”

“Big. Tired,” you answer quietly.

Wade laughs and pats your shoulder before stepping away while Tim hugs you. You wrap your arms around him, smiling against his chest as your baby kicks excitedly.

“Someone missed you,” you mumble.

“I know you did.”

You push your face further into Tim’s uniform before he eases your shoulders back gently.

“Been kicking like that all day?” he asks, smoothing his hand over your cheek.

Humming, you don’t notice Tim looking down at you.

“Soccer player,” he adds softly.

“Of course you’d pick a unisex sport.”

Tim smiles as you raise your head to look at him. “You’re the one who wanted to be surprised by the gender.”

“So did you!”

Tim drops his chin as he laughs, and you shake your head before backing away from him.

“No,” he grumbles, grabbing your hand and pulling you to his side. “Are you here for a while?”

“Sure,” you answer, moving your free hand to hold Tim’s wrist. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. That’s why I keep calling.”

“Is this the new normal until we have a baby at home?”

“It is.”

Tim leads you into his office and closes the door, and when his hands land on your hips, you’re not sure if you like the privacy or wish you were back outside where he wouldn’t engage in such affection.

“Are you…” Tim begins, trailing off when you lean against the corner of his desk, gripping the edge in pain.

Tim’s hands hover beside you, watching you until you relax, slumping forward slightly.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Tim asks softly.

Nodding, you say, “They’re going to get worse the closer I get.”

“I’m sorry,” Tim murmurs, cupping your face as he kisses your forehead. “Do you need anything?”

Your shoulders move with a silent chuckle, and Tim steps back, offering a hand. Every time you leave him to use the restroom, Tim acts like it’s some form of treachery, alternating between blaming you and the baby pushing on your bladder.

“I won’t miss this part,” he says as you enter the hallway.

✯✯✯✯✯

Tim says your name, cracking the door open.

“Tim,” you reply, unsure what else to say.

The door squeaks as it opens, closing softly as Tim’s footsteps echo in the empty stalls. When you see his feet stop in front of the door you’re behind, you sigh.

“Let me in,” he demands.

Opening the door, you wipe your hands on your pants.

“What happened?”

Tim takes your face in his hands, searching your face and then your navel for any sign of a problem.

“My water just broke,” you whisper.

While you clench your jaw against another contraction, Tim’s eyes widen as he realizes what this means. He takes both of your hands, walking backward as he leads you out of the stall. Laying an arm around your shoulders, he takes you to his office to grab his wallet. You wait in the doorway, and Tim looks around frantically.

“Tim, calm down, handsome,” you say. “I’m not having this baby now, just take a breath.”

Shaking his head, Tim finds his wallet on the floor and squats to get it, arguing, “I’m supposed to be comforting you.”

“I’m right behind you,” you whisper. “We’ll take turns. Can I panic now?”

Tim takes your purse, putting it over his shoulder as he leads you back toward the bullpen.

“Bradford,” Smitty says, “I have a question.”

“Ask someone else,” Bradford replies, his voice strained as you stop suddenly.

“Are you in labor?” Wade asks, rushing out of his office.

Tim nods, holding both of your shoulders as he stands before you.

“Do you need an ambulance?”

You shake your head, sniffing softly before nodding at Tim. Wade goes to the door, holding it open and yelling for people to get out of the way as Tim leads you to his truck.

“Can- I’m going to pick you up,” Tim says.

“No,” you argue.

“No for a real reason or because you’re still really shy?”

You don’t answer, and Tim chuckles as he lifts you into the passenger seat. You’re glad to see him calm down briefly, even at your expense.

“Tim!” Angela calls, walking out of the station. “Care for an escort?”

You shake your head vehemently, but Tim agrees, climbing into the driver’s seat as Angela pulls a shop out to drive before him.

“This is ridiculous, Tim,” you whine.

“Hey, you’re having my baby, we’re pulling out all the stops,” he replies.

When you look over at him, his jaw is tight, and his knuckles are white from his grip on the steering wheel. You want to say something but then decide not to distract him.

“Did you bring the hospital bag?” Tim asks suddenly.

“No,” you say quickly, breathing through a sudden contraction.

“Where is it? Still in the closet at home? We don’t have time to go get it, but-“

“Tim, Angela or someone can get it later,” you remind him. “You really need to calm down. We’re going to be fine.”

Tim nods, but his demeanor doesn’t change, even as he ignores your protest and carries you inside to meet the wheelchair.

“Contractions are nothing compared to that,” Angela muses, standing beside you while Tim negotiates to get you a private room.

“I thought he was going to need the hospital more than me.”

“It gets better after the first kid.”

“I can’t survive this again,” you mumble, spinning your wedding ring on your finger.

“I’m going to go get your stuff, so he doesn’t yell at me again,” Angela adds. “But I’ll be right back. Try not to let him get away with anything, okay?”

“Tim,” you say, and he immediately turns around, his shoulders dropping when he sees your smile.

“I’d apologize,” he begins, squatting to look in your eyes, “but I’m not really sorry.”

“Rarely are.”

“You’re getting a private room in just a few minutes.” Tim squeezes your knee as he says, “We got this. You said so, and you’re always right.”

You close your eyes, and Tim isn’t sure if it’s because of him or his baby.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Hey, you’re alright,” Tim soothes, brushing your hair off your forehead. “You can do this.”

You shake your head, your throat tight, and tears brimming in your eyes.

“I thought I was the only one allowed to panic,” Tim teases.

“It’s my turn,” you whimper.

“Alright, Bradfords, it’s time to push,” your doctor says kindly.

Tim offers his hand, and you take it, gripping the bedrail on the other side. This is the first time in your relationship that you haven’t considered getting shy; the intensity of the contractions, the focus it takes to have a baby, and the number of people in your room distract you.

“One more,” the doctor urges. “You’re almost there.”

Tim lays his hand on your shoulder, uncaring that you’re stronger than you look, and his hand is bending at the pressure of your grip. The moment you relax, hearing the hospital room fill with healthy cries, you look over at him.

Tim is already smiling at you, his eyes glassy as he turns to watch the doctor. Several nurses help you move, adjusting the bed and prepping you quickly. When you take your baby into your arms, you whisper a hello, looking over at Tim as he stands beside you.

“It’s a girl, healthy and happy,” the doctor says quietly, smiling at you and Tim before exiting the room.

A nurse takes her away from you, promising to bring her right back. When you’re alone in the room, you look at Tim and are surprised to see tears streaming down his face.

“Tim?”

He smiles, laughing as he bends over the bed to hug you. “We have a daughter,” he says against your shoulder.

“Move,” you demand before sliding over in the bed and welcoming him to your side.

His arm wraps over your shoulder, and you kiss his hand before the nurse returns, giving Tim a turn to hold his daughter.

You somehow fall more in love with Tim when you see him: calloused hands holding a tiny baby against his chest as he smiles through the tears, whispering about how much he loves her.

“There’s an Angela Lopez here to see you,” someone says at the door.

Tim turns toward you, kissing your forehead and his new daughter’s before going out to get Angela. She’s quiet when she enters, pouting at the sight of you.

“She looks like Tim,” she coos, extending a finger as she pats your shoulder.

“Thank you for everything,” you tell her, moving one arm to give her half a hug.

“You really think she looks like me?” Tim asks, setting your bag in the corner.

“Absolutely,” you and Angela say together.

“I guess we’ll have to try again then,” Tim sighs.

“Why?” you inquire.

“I wanted a mini-you, someone else to make shy,” he answers with a smile.

His smile grows when you and your daughter tuck your chins, almost in sync.

“Or maybe not,” Angela says.

“Oh, this is going to be fun,” Tim adds, sitting beside you again as you look at your daughter together.

“What’s her name?” Angela asks, and you and Tim look at each other with wide eyes.

“I knew we were forgetting something.”

[annwrites]

—exactly what he needs | nate jacobs x classmate!reader

tw: use of a firearm for intimidation purposes, threats of suicide, mentions of domestic violence, implied rape, victim blaming

When you turn on your bedroom light, your body, as well as your heart, both jump in fear as you let out a small scream.

❝Sit down,❞ Nate commands quietly, gesturing toward your bed with the revolver he holds tightly in his grip.

❝N-Nate, what're—❞

He rests an ankle over a knee while leaning back in the chair you have shoved in the corner of your room, facing your bed.

He lowers the pistol as well.

❝I didn't come here to hurt you. I came here to talk, and I'd like for you to listen to what I have to say.❞

He nods to the bed.

❝Sit down,❞ he orders once again, more firmly this time.

You swallow thickly, and fight back the tears that're brimming in your eyes as you pad over to it, then seat yourself at the foot.

He glances down to the gun and shrugs lightly. ❝I knew that this was the only way I'd get you to listen. You refuse to even look at me in class now. I'm being treated like a fucking pariah by everyone because of that goddamn play...❞

He shakes his head while slowly trailing his eyes back up to your own. ❝You were the one good thing in my life. And I did everything I could to make you happy—to make sure we stayed together. Everything was fine before Lexi got in your fucking head that day.❞

He leans forward while sliding the pistol along his thigh. ❝These are the lengths you drove me to. If you had just given me the time of day at school, or when I texted and called you hundreds of goddamn times, this wouldn't be happening right now.❞

❝N—❞

❝I love you. I still love you, despite you walking away from me so easily when I gave you everything I fucking had to give. I told you before that you're the one I'm supposed to be with—that you're exactly what I need to make me happy after all the shit my family, and my exes, have put me through.❞

He stands and takes a few steps closer until he's towering over you.

You scoot back a little, wanting desperately to get away from him.

But in doing so, you've given him exactly what he wants incase you don't act accordingly when he makes you his next offer.

❝I'm giving you one last chance to come back to me. It'll take work, but in time, I think we can forgive each other and get back to where we were just a few weeks ago. My life has gone to shit without you in it. I...❞

He shakes his head, while rubbing his thumb against his forehead—that silver pistol glinting against the light before he lowers it again.

❝I don't know how to fucking do any of this without you anymore. I feel like I can't breathe unless we're together. I don't eat, I barely fucking sleep. I don't talk to anyone, and when I do, I'm just constantly pissed off. All I do is think about you and what I've lost. So, I'm begging you: please.❞

You ball your hands into fists to try and hide the way they're shaking, even if your entire body is trembling in fear of him.

Your chin wobbles and tears begin to slip down your cheeks. You know you have to word things carefully. Don't make him angry, or the white walls of your bedroom will soon be painted red.

❝Nate, this isn't love. This is... It's obsession, I think. I don't... I'm so scared. Please, please just go. I won't tell anyone, I prom—❞

He shakes his head again, glancing away. ❝You don't get it. You still don't.❞

His eyes flit to yours again. ❝Maybe I can make you understand another way, then.❞

He suddenly crawls on top of you and your breath hitches in your throat while your heart flips in your chest—beating unevenly.

You press your head back against the pillows while his heavy weight settles on top of your own, completely caging you in.

This was how it had felt being with him, too: suffocating.

Trapped.

No escape.

Dangerous.

Deadly.

❝Please,❞ you whisper.

The revolver makes a reappearance and you still while you stare at the weapon in terror.

And then he presses it to his temple before brushing a kiss over your forehead. ❝I love you more than anything, but if we can't be together, then I don't want to be. Not without you. I can't anymore. I won't.❞

He cocks the lever back, pulls the trigger, and the gun clicks on an empty chamber.

You begin to sob violently.

❝Please, please, please, please! Don't!❞ You shriek.

He presses his lips gently to yours, despite you cringing away from the intimate gesture, cocks the lever yet again, and pulls the trigger.

Click.

You feel like you might wet yourself.

You've never felt so terrified in your entire life—had not thought feeling this sort of fear was even possible.

Not even when he had hit you those couple of times, then convinced you afterwards that it was an accident, but also still somehow your fault.

He cocks the lever back again.

❝Stop! Stop! Okay, we're together, just stop, please, I'm begging you!❞

His eyes open and flit between each of yours that're wide with fright and filled with glassy tears.

❝Tell me you love me, then.❞

❝I love you,❞ you whimper.

❝You won't ever try to leave again. If you do, I'll kill myself. There won't be any empty chambers next time.❞

❝I w-won't. P-promise.❞

❝You belong to me. Forever. The rest of your fucking life. You'll do what I say.❞

You nod fervently while squeezing your eyes shut, and tears slip along your temples before wetting the pillowcase beneath your head.

You hear him settle the gun on your bedside table then, and you let out a ragged breath of relief while opening your eyes once more.

And then Nate tugs his shirt off over his head.

Your brows furrow when he reaches down and begins undoing his belt. ❝Wh-What're you doing?❞

❝Get undressed,❞ he mumbles.

❝N-N-Nate, n-no. I... Not n-now, please.❞

His eyes meet yours again. ❝You promised to do as I say.❞

Your body is freezing cold and you can't stop shaking. ❝This i-isn't r-right.❞

He throws his belt to the side, then pushes his pants and boxers down past his knees before kicking them off the bed. ❝It's exactly right. This is the only way.❞

❝We... We don't even have—there's no c-condom.❞

He slides his fingers through your hair while gazing down at you. ❝You never had a mother, and grew up with an absent, workaholic father. You won't allow your own child to grow up without both parents. You told me that once. So, like I said: this is the only way I can hold onto you.❞

You feel like you're in a nightmare, like this isn't actually happening. Your mind feels disconnected from your cold, trembling body.

Maybe you're having a mental break. This isn't real. He's not actually here.

Nate reaches under your dress and begins tugging down your panties.

❝No, wait! I can't! I can't!❞ You shout, desperate to get him off of you. Desperate to go far, far away where he'll never find you again.

He slowly drags his gaze toward your bedside table and you turn your head, following his line-of-sight.

He reaches for the gun.

You resign yourself to your fate.

❝I'll do it.❞

With numb, shaking hands, you remove your panties.

Just like always, he's lied yet again. He'd told you that he didn't come here to hurt you, but that's all he's ever done.

At least he's consistent in that, if nothing else.

You should've let him keep pulling the trigger.

a/n: the linked story at the top is what this scene was meant to one day be part of, but i struggled a lot with continuing said story once i published chapter 6, so it's on hiatus until further notice. however, i've wanted to write & publish this scene for months, so here it is!

[pedroshotwifey]

Should've Stayed Bored

Please understand that this is a crack fic based on this post by @bonezone44 and the comments made by @covetyou on said post ) Also tagging other commenters on that post: @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog snowflake-blog@bubble-pop-eclectic @lunitawrites

Pairing: Chump!Joel Miller × fem!reader

Word count: 1.4k

Tags/Warnings: Joel Miller NOT being a sex god, left flap rubbing, mention of the clit, piv sex (if you could call it that), premature ejaculation, age gap, dad's buddy!joel miller, bad make out sessions, misplaced confidence, secondhand embarrassment, crack fic

Summary: You really need to learn to lower your expectations.

A/N: I actually had a great time writing this and think it turned out really fucking funny.

A/N pt. 2: Well, the og post got fucking deleted, but here it is again. Fucking pissed. I would really appreciate any interaction even if you already did the first time just so I can get it back out there </3

special thanks to @romanarose, @wannab-urs, @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin, and everyone else who helped me calm my tits and post this again. Love y'all ❤

*****

You’re bored out of your fucking mind. You’ve had four drinks and have walked in and out of the house probably a dozen times. For a neighborhood barbeque, it’s uneventful as hell. You would think that there would at least be a few interesting people out of so many. But no. So far there’s a group of old ladies gathered around the pool in sun chairs, their husbands around the grill talking about sports, and some kids—probably grandkids—running rampant around the yard. 

That’s what your dad gets for moving into a retiree neighborhood. There’s only a few other households you know of that don’t host couples in their late sixties. Kind of like, speak of the devil, the Millers, who are walking in through the yard gate right now. 

It’s only the two of them—Joel and his daughter, Sarah, who is only about eight. She runs off to go play with the other kids and you smile as you spot Joel struggling to carry a bowl and latch the gate back at the same time. You immediately take the opportunity to walk toward him. 

You’ve always had your eyes on Joel Miller, even though he’s only a few years younger than your father. He’s a DILF in all ways that count. Sweet, responsible, and hot as hell. 

“Hey, Mr. Miller,” you grab his attention as you reach where he’s still trying to balance everything. His face lights up when he sees you coming to help. 

“Hey, darlin’, you don’t mind helpin’ me with this, do ya?” he nods his head to the gate. 

“Nope, not at all,” you say sweetly as you get the gate latched behind him. He beams at you as he shifts to hold his dish with both hands. It looks heavy. 

“Thank you. And please, call me Joel.” He flashes you a wink that makes your stomach flutter before he starts for the back door. 

With nothing better to do, you follow him inside. He’s putting his bowl in the fridge when you close the door behind you and take a spot leaning against the counter. There’s nobody else inside right now, and you realize you might have just found your cure for boredom. 

You slide up next to Joel as he stands up. 

“What did you bring, Mr. Miller?” you ask him in an over the top sweet voice. 

He shoots you a pointed look and takes a step back to put a few inches between the two of you. 

“Potato salad,” he says flatly. “And please, it’s just Joel.” 

“Well, Joel,” you take a step toward him again. “I’m bored.” 

You swear you see him gulp, and you know you’ve got him right where you want him. He glances out the window, probably looking for your dad manning the grill. 

“Darlin’,” he says in warning. “I’m sure you can find something out there to do.” 

You pout at him. “But I found something to do in here.” 

“Honey, you don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“No?” you banter. “You don’t want to fuck me, Joel? I see the way you look at me.” 

He surges forward, trapping you against the counter. You smile wildly at him and throw your arms around his neck. 

“Get your ass upstairs, now,” he growls. “Strip and wait on your bed.” 

Your pussy flutters at his command, excitement building in your stomach. 

“Yes, Mr. Miller. Don’t be long.” You flash him a wink and slide from in front of him to make your way upstairs. You feel his eyes on you until you reach the top step. 

He only waits a little while, presumably to cover his bases so it doesn’t look like he’s sneaking off with his friend’s much-too-young daughter, before following you up. And by that time, you’re already naked and sitting on your bed. 

He comes in and shuts the door behind him, making sure it’s locked tightly before turning around. Your eyes go to the massive tent in his pants, your tongue coming out to wet your lips. 

“You’re fuckin gorgeous, darlin’,” he says as he takes a step toward you, already starting to unbuckle his jeans. He pulls his heavy cock out and your lips part. You’d expected him to be big, but holy shit.

“C’mon, baby, lay back for me.” 

You let him push you down on your back, and then scootch up a bit so that you’re resting with your head on the pillows. Your body is practically humming with excitement and need. Being with an older man has always been something high up on your bucket list, because there’s no doubt they know how to properly pleasure a woman. And a man like Joel Miller…you can’t fucking wait. 

He leans over you and takes your lips in a sloppy kiss. You wind your arms around him and arch your back, begging silently for him to touch you already. He slips his tongue inside your mouth, and your eyes widen. 

He’s just…licking. 

You find it really hot when a man uses his tongue to make out with you, but. Not like this. You rear your head back, trying to gain control of the kiss. But then his hand starts to trail down to your center and you decide, whatever, you can pick and choose your battles. You’ll let him do whatever the fuck he thinks he’s doing to your mouth as long as he gets those thick fingers inside of you already. 

He trails down, down, oh, there, he pets your clit and you shiver, and then—

Then he continues down…and to the left. 

He starts rubbing circles on your left flap, and you furrow your brows. 

What the actual fuck?? 

You unwind your arms and start pushing on his chest until he pulls his tongue from your mouth to gaze down at you. 

“Joel, you—” 

“Yeah, you fuckin’ like that, don’t you, baby?” 

You just blink at him. What?

He winks at you. “I know, darlin’, feels real good, huh?” He dips back down to start kissing you again, thankfully leaving his damn tongue out of it. His fingers increase pressure, which you can only guess would feel really good if he was actually rubbing your clit. 

“Joel,” you mutter against his lips again, but it comes out smushed and smothered. Kind of like your poor pussy right now. Or the outside of it, at least. 

“So impatient,” he laughs. “Hold on one second, baby, Mr. Miller’s got you.” 

You resist the urge to cringe at that. 

He taps your abused pussy lip twice and retracts his hand to grasp his cock, which you’re now worried about. Hopefully he knows how to fucking use that thing. He guides his tip to your entrance—or tries to, rather, and you groan in defeat. He rubs it up and down your slit, prodding every second or so. 

“Yeah, baby, fuckin’ love those sounds you make for me.” 

You just stare at him. You’re not going to even pretend. This is just insane. How the hell did he actually make a kid??

Finally, he finds your hole—the right one, thank god—and starts to push in. You’re still pretty wet from earlier, though you’re sure there will be no developments in that department. Thankfully, it’s enough to ease the stuttering glide. 

Once he’s fully in, he starts to thrust, and you grip on to him, holding on to that last hope that maybe he can nail your g-spot with that weapon of his. 

“M…Feel so g-good, baby,” Joel moans. 

He thrusts once, twice, three times, moaning like a fucking animal. 

And then he pulls out. And shakes above you as he spills his cum on your lower belly. 

You stare at him in shock as he rolls over and collapses beside you. His eyes are closed as he pants and reaches a hand over you to touch your stomach. 

“You came?” he asks. 

You consider lying to him, but figure he doesn’t deserve that. 

“No, Joel, I did not fucking come.” 

“Oh, okay. Tha’s alright. Get you next time.” 

You sit up and gape at him. 

“Get the fuck out of my room!” 

He looks at you with confusion but gets up after a moment. He yawns, tucks himself into his pants, and struts for your door. 

“Don’t be ashamed to ask for more, darlin’. I wouldn’t be opposed to doin’ this again sometime.” He sends you a wink and walks out of the room before you get the chance to say something you’ll regret more than whatever the fuck just happened. 

You learned a valuabale lesson today: age really does not fucking matter. 

[uhohdad]

König and pegging. Thoughts? opinions? musings?

Nervous, so nervous.

He’s always had mixed feelings about your adventurous side in the bedroom. You’re much braver than him in that regard, encouraging him to do things he would have never even thought to do on his own. You’ve certainly helped him learn a lot about himself. Surprised him with his own excitement more times than he can count.

This is one of those times.

He likes your gift, he does. So thoughtful, liebling.

But the rich purple silicone dildo dangling from the mess of straps that you call a harness instills immediate panic, his fingers tightening around the arms of his chair.

He doesn’t think he can do it, liebling.

But he sees those pleading puppy dog eyes, soft lips turned into a pout.

And of course, he feels the sudden, painful erection aching against the give in his pants.

“Äh, okay. I’ll try. For you.”

“Just relax.”

“I’m trying.”

“You’re tensing.”

“I don’t think it’s going to work, liebling.”

You frown, looking down at your boyfriend. Cheek smushed into the covers, his hair a bit unkempt, evidence of both a discarded shirt and hands that had wandered during fervent kisses.

Your slicked finger carefully pulls out of him.

You can hear it in his tone, see it in his dejected eyes. The disappointment directed at himself for not being able to satisfy your desires. A stark contrast to his usual confident, arrogant even, façade.

Wordlessly your hands climb up the comforter on either side of him, smearing lube on the covers as your chest presses against the warm, soft flesh of his back. A gentle kiss planted on his shoulder, another next to it. A trail of kisses along the curve of his shoulder blade until your nose is brushing against his ear, your lips lingering against the skin of his neck as you breathe him in.

Your fingers trace up his sides, barely grazing along his flesh until you find the nape of his neck. Tufts of hair slide between the gaps of your fingers as you cup the back of his head, massaging his scalp with your nails.

“Don’t worry,” You whisper into his ear, breathy and low, “You’re still my good boy.”

He shudders at your touch, the hum of your words, a faint whimper leaving him.

You sit back on your knees, nestled into the mattress between Konig’s spread legs.

“Flip over.”

It’s spoken gently, but it is still an order. He obediently falls in line, awkwardly slinging his long legs to avoid kicking you as he repositions himself.

You take a moment to soak him in, hungry eyes devouring a tight chest and sculpted core. Your hands follow suit, feeling him up, cold hands soaking up the heat that radiates from his skin.

He shudders at your touch, his fingers gently wrapping around your biceps as you rub up and down his torso.

Your hands wander lower, fingers sliding down the tops of strong, muscular thighs to the plusher insides, tracing closer and closer to his cock, at half-attention from your soothing touch and resting against stomach.

One of your hands cups his swollen balls, massaging them between your fingers, the other wrapping around the base of his shaft.

Your grip him loosely, pumping in rhythmic fashion.

The sighs of relief, the squirms under your touch, it’s addicting. His face flushed and swollen lips parted around his huffs, eyes lulling behind drowsy eyelids. Your touches hone in on the movements that elicit the whiny breaths, the tense of his muscles.

He’s at full attention now, cock enraged and twitching in your hold. His hips grind into your touch, meeting your pumps with hitched breaths, his fingernails dug into the mattress.

You scoot back, lowering yourself down to catch the tip of his cock in your mouth with a suck, slicking the sensitive head with your spit. With your tongue flat, licking him like he’s a piece of candy, your hands don’t dare slow, forcing him to fuck your mouth with each pump.

“A-ah.”

“That’s my good boy,” you coo at him, voice both soothing and condescending as you pull him from your mouth with a pop.

He opens his half-lidded pretty blue eyes, cloudy with arousal, looking to you with a plead.

“Bitte, liebling - fuck me.”

Masterlist

Dividers courtesy of the lovely @cafekitsune

[toxicanonymity]

Would you please write a boyfriend’s dad fic 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Maybe the bf ditches her while she’s on vacation with his family and Joel knows his son is a fuck up so he wants to show her what she’s missing

Sky’s out, thighs out

1.5k / boyfriend's dad!Joel x f!reader 

thighs out masterlist

Warnings: NSFW 18+,  non-outbreak AU, big girthy age gap (unspecified), public, exhibitionism, oral & rimming (f receiving), unsafe P in V sex, creampie, squirting, dirty talk, use of daddy (prone bone anon). 

☀️🌤️☀️🌤️☀️🌤️☀️🌤️☀️

You're sunbathing face-down in a pool chair and a shadow falls over your book.  Joel squats down in front of you.  “Hey,” he says gently.  You wipe your eyes under your sunglasses.  He takes your shades off, but leaves his own on.  “Don’t worry 'bout my dipshit son, okay? Not worth the tears." He catches one with his thumb as it rolls down your face. You glance up and he asks, "Wanna go for a swim or somethin’?”  You avoid your reflection in his shades. Your eyes fall to his meaty thighs which are stretching his short, retro swim trunks under his wife beater tank top.   He follows your eyes down, then his nose twitches, smugly tugging at one corner of his mouth.  “We could do that, too." He’s shameless, but you've ignored it so far.  

One day, lounging on the beach, he caught you looking. He said, “sky’s out, thighs out," then sensually rubbed his upper inner thigh. You said, “sky’s always out. . .”   “Exactly.”  His beard pattern only enhanced the mischief in his smile, his hand resting at his groin. He wet his lips, still looking at you. Then he adjusted himself. The next day, he snuck up on you from behind when you were reading at the edge of the pool. He silently swam up and stood behind you, pressed himself up against you, and you didn’t do anything about it except think about him while you fucked his son later.  

"Thanks." You take your sunglasses from his hand and go back to reading. You're looking at the book but can’t focus with all these butterflies between your legs.  

You're thinking about how big and hard Joel felt against your ass in the pool and now hot it was that he stole that moment, no matter how creepy. The way he loosely wrapped one arm around you under the water, and you didn't flinch as he ran his hand over your stomach, just barely dipped his fingertips into your suit, and whispered, "good color on you." His soft grunt when he pressed himself harder against you before sinking back and floating away just in time for Jack to come back outside.

"Plenty of time to ourselves," he says as you stare at the words on the page. It’s a rooftop pool shared by several units, and the other units have been empty this week.  But there are higher roof tops nearby with direct lines of vision. Someone waved from their barbecue the night before and invited y’all to join. It's a friendly area, lots of vacation condos.

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“Alright, I’m gonna make this easy on ya,” Joel says.  “Want me to stop, I will, but you gotta say stop.” You throb at his words. He knows exactly what you need right now - for him to take charge.  

He starts by massaging your back. "Damn fool to even glance at another chick.”  He kneads your muscles lower and lower, then gropes your ass with an "Mmm."  You put your book down and rest your head on your hands.  He slides his hand into your swimsuit bottoms and keeps sliding down, over your crack, a little further, until his middle finger reaches your dripping wet pussy.  He inhales deeply and his voice lowers to a horny pitch as he swirls his finger. “Yeahhh," he growls.  "That's what I thought. . .” he says as he touches you.  

He swings a leg over the pool chair to straddle you, and as his crotch hovers over your ass, he brings his mouth to your ear. "You're so damn hot, baby," then dips his pelvis down for his raging erection to brush your swimsuit, sending all your blood to your loins.  "Knew ya wanted it."

He uses one hand to slowly untie your swimsuit bottom on both sides, so slowly, as if any sudden movement might break the spell.  Then he backs up toward the foot of the lounge chair and spreads your thighs.  "Damn, this ass is perfect,” he says under his breath as he gives your cheeks a quick squeeze. Then he inserts a thick finger into your cunt and breathes deeply as he adds another.  

“Pussy, too. . . Damn. . .” Your cunt twitches around his digits and he says, “Wooo.”  He takes out his fingers, and his hands on your hips nudge you into lifting your ass and tilting your hips for him to plant his face. His facial hair prickles you lightly.  He starts at your clit and when he reaches your warm, wet hole he gives it a kiss.  Then he inserts his tongue and moans into you.  After about a minute of eating you out, his tongue sharpens and drags from your entrance up to your asshole to tease you there while squeezing a cheek.  

He gets on top of you and presses the hard bulge of his swim trunks into your ass.   You moan softly and he says, “Yeah, that’s right.”  He pulls his swim trunks down enough to free his stiff member then runs the firm tip through your folds.  You gasp and he says “All yours, baby.  Every inch.”  

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He notches the swollen head at your entrance.  Your thighs spread and your hips tilt for him. "That's right, baby."  He shoves himself into you with a grunt.  You moan as his girth splits you open.

“Fuck yeah,” he breathes and retreats half way.  He plunges forward again and bottoms out with a long sigh. "Damn. . . tight 'n juicy. . ." He repeats the motion.  "Perfect pussy." He lowers his broad torso against your back for a moment, pulling out all but the tip. The light padding of his stomach makes you twitch. Then with a deep thrust he pushes himself back up.  He hovers over you and braces himself on both sides of the pool chair as he rails you.  He’s hitting just the right spot.  The tension builds in your core.  

“Ah, fuck,” you gasp. 

“Yeah, how’s this cock treatin’ ya, baby?”

“Fuck, it’s good.”

“That’s right,” he says into your neck. "Daddy knows best. . . Don't I, baby?" He latches onto your neck. 

You start to say it back to him "Da-" and cut yourself off with a moan.  He sucks your neck so hard it’ll leave a mark but you don’t care. All you care about is his cock inside you.  You take a deep breath and manage, “yeah, Daddy.”  

He pounds you with all the pent up tension of the week.  You hear faint voices from a neighboring rooftop.  It sends a rush of excitement through you, the thought of strangers seeing you get railed by your boyfriend’s hot dad. 

Every time Joel buries his length in you, it rocks you forward on the chair and you grip it for dear life.  You moan in near disbelief at how good he feels. Your chest feels light with energy.

“Jack ever fuck you this good?" Not even close.  

“No,” you pant.  “Never, daddy. . ."  You could come any minute but don’t want it to end.

“s'what I thought." His cock is so stiff and thick.  And length wise, even a smidgen more might be too much to take. 

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You look up and a shadow moves inside the clubhouse. “Wait,” you say. “ Is someone in there?”

He slows his hips.  “Want me to stop?”  He stops moving, and you can hardly stand it you’re so close to coming.  You groan.  No, you don’t want him to stop.  

You’re trying to see into the clubhouse when he pulls out and you answer too late, “Nooo.”  

He says “C'mere” and flips you over.   The voices return next door.  His strong thighs swell out from under his swim trunks and you follow them up to his commanding cock.  His sun-kissed arm flexes as he pumps himself, then crouches down and lines himself up.  

“Look at Daddy, don’t worry ‘bout nothin’ else."  He plunges to the hilt with a loud sigh from both of you.  “Damn you take it good,” he says.  He begins to pound you, then puts your legs up in a mating press.  

“I’m on the pill,” you manage to say between deep breaths.  Hard to tell if he’s relieved or disappointed.  His hips snap into you faster, and you forget about the shadow in the pool house and the people next door.  When you’re on the edge of  bliss, you say “I’m gonna–”

“Yeah baby, come on my cock.” 

You pant. 

“Come on, baby,” he says as he slams into you. 

You begin to clench around him and moan obscenely, gushing on his cock.

“Attagirl.”  He keeps fucking you through it. “Hell yeah,” he says between heavy breaths.  

He plunges into you slower but harder and somehow further, bottoming out with a primal grunt. Then he pulses inside you and sighs loudly as his balls empty.  His pulsations extend your own until he finishes coming and pulls out. Before he takes his still-hard cock away, he gathers his cum with the tip and pushes back inside.

When he's truly done, he swiftly pulls up his swim trunks, drags his hand through your juices and sucks his fingers.  He crouches down, cups your cheek and says, “Hot as hell.”  

Then he takes off his tank top and jumps in the pool.  He turns around and rests his arms on the deck, facing you. 

 “Damn. . . Jack’s even dumber than I thought.” 

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Same Joel, same vacation:

thighs out on the beach

sun's out, guns out

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Thank you so much for reading and engaging!

If you like this one, you might like the Speakeasy series which has exhibitionism, horniness, and talking.   Like how he talks?  Try night walks for similar energy (on the darker side).  Instagram and Uber for another squirter. 

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[mommyownsmee]

Mommy, I am a very naughty girl. I would like it very much if you fucked me over and over again in front of my husband. Please mommy take me and show that useless cuck how to pleasure a woman. I'll do anything you asked if me mommy, pls I'm rubbing myself raw thinking about it.

You lay on the bed, your body tense with anticipation, wrists bound securely to the headboard with soft, silken ties. The room is dimly lit, a soft glow casting shadows that dance around you. I approach, my footsteps deliberate, each step a reminder of the control I hold over you. I sit beside you, the mattress dipping slightly, my presence both comforting and intimidating.

In the corner of the room on a chair, your husband watches intently, his eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before him. He only is an observer, understanding the dynamic between us and reveling in the power exchange that plays out in front of him.

"Are you ready, sweetheart?" I ask, my voice a silky murmur, seeing the shivers run down your spine. You nod, your heart pounding visibly in your chest, your voice lost in the intensity of the moment. I brush my hand against your cheek, a gentle caress promising both pleasure and discipline.

"Yes, Mommy," you whisper, your voice trembling. The term of endearment and submission sends a thrill through me, and I see your husband's eyes darken with desire at your words.

"Good girl," I murmur, leaning down to kiss your forehead, "That‘s what Mommy wanted to hear." My hand trails lower, fingers tracing patterns on your skin. You gasp as my touch ignites a fire within you. "Such a responsive little thing," I purr, my voice low and commanding. "Tell Mommy what you want, baby."

"Please, Mommy," you moan, "I want to feel your touch. I want you to make me yours."

"That's exactly what you were supposed to say," I reply, my fingers teasingly grazing your inner thighs. I glance over at your husband, whose eyes are glued to the scene. "Look at him," I say, nodding in his direction. "He wishes he could make you feel this way, but he can't, can he?"

"No, Mommy," you agree, a hint of a smile on your lips.

"He's so useless, isn't he?" I continue, my voice dripping with disdain. "Pathetic. Watching from the sidelines because he can't satisfy you like I can."

Your husband shifts uncomfortably, his face flushed with humiliation. "What do you have to say for yourself, worthless?" I snap at him, enjoying the way he squirms under my gaze.

"I'm sorry, Mommy," he mumbles, his eyes downcast. "I know I can't satisfy her like you do."

"That's right," I sneer. "You're nothing but a bystander. You get to watch and learn, but you'll never be able to give her what she needs."

I turn my attention back to you, my hand sliding between your legs. You moan softly as I begin to tease you, my fingers finding all the places that make you tremble. "Tell Mommy how good it feels," I command.

"So good, Mommy," you whimper, your body arching into my touch. "Please, don't stop."

"I won't, baby," I assure you, my fingers quickening their pace. "I'm going to make you feel so good, just like I always do."

I look over at your husband again, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and despair. "You see how she responds to me?" I taunt him. "This is what real pleasure looks like. Something you'll never be able to give her."

He nods, silent and ashamed, knowing his place in our dynamic. "Keep watching," I order. "Learn what it means to truly satisfy someone."

Your world narrows down to the feeling of my hands on you, the sound of my voice guiding you. You are lost in the moment, consumed by the pleasure I am giving you. As the tension within you builds to a crescendo, I press my lips against your forehead in a tender kiss.

"Come for me, darling," I command, and with those words, you shatter. Waves of pleasure crash over you, your body shaking as you give in to the overwhelming sensation. I hold you through it all, my touch grounding you as you ride out the waves of your climax.

When you finally come down from your high, I am there, wrapping my arms around you in a protective embrace. You feel safe and loved, your body still humming with the afterglow of my attention.

"You did so well, sweetheart," I praise, my voice full of affection. You nuzzle into me, basking in the warmth of my approval.

I glance at your husband, who is watching with a mixture of awe and desire. His eyes are pleading, but I have no sympathy for him. "Look at you," I sneer, my voice dripping with disdain. "So useless. You can't even satisfy your wife the way she needs. That’s why she needs Mommy."

His face flushes with humiliation, but he says nothing, knowing better than to speak without permission. "Do you understand now?" I ask, my tone icy. "Your role is to watch and learn how a real woman takes care of her. You're nothing but a bystander, a reminder of what you can never be."

"Yes," he whispers, his voice barely audible.

I turn my attention back to you, opening the restraints on your wrists and my voice softening as I praise, "You did so well for me today, sweetheart."

[hutchersonsgurl]

I ain't taking no damn bath - Daryl Dixon

Paring x female reader and Daryl Dixon

Era Alexandria

Word count :

Warning 18+ MDNI. Smut warning

Synopsis you and Daryl are a couple and you are trying to get him to take a bath

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You just got back home from working and you see your man Daryl sitting on the porch eating some food

"About time you came home I was about to come hunt you down, sweetheart," Daryl says

"You of all people should know I'll always come home to you Daddy," you say kissing his cheek

"But one question when's the last time you took a bath? " you ask raising an eyebrow at Daryl

"You really should go wash up babe," you say with a smile

"I ain't taking a damn bath I'm good plus I'm finishing my food" Daryl responds back leaning back against the chair with his legs spread out

"Well how about this how about we go take a shower together?" You say kneeling down in front of him

Daryl stays quit for a moment and continues to eat to buy himself time

"Your loss " you says as you walk away swinging your hips knowing it will get his attention

"Second thought I'm comin'," Daryl says in a huff coming inside the house the two of you shared

you walk into the house to see dog lying on the couch you walk over to him and give him a kiss on his head

"don't worry boy your daddy is finally gonna take a bath," you say giving him one final kiss

"heh funny now come on get your ass in there," Daryl says slapping your ass

the two of you walk into the bathroom and you start the shower you turn around, and He is covered in dirt and sweat, leaves stuck in the back of his hair you have no idea how they got there but he still looks good

you turn around to pull up your shirt over your head he helps you take it off he kisses both of your shoulder blades softly

you turn around and tug at his pants undoing his belt “Get these clothes off,” you say before you can even finish the sentence he replies 'whatever my girl wants" he says with a smirk the both of you get your clothes off, and throw them on the floor and enter the shower together you feel the hot water going down your face letting out a soft moan" oh my that feels better" you say brushing your hands through your hair daryl turns you around hard and slams his lips into yours you instantly melt into him his hand met your thigh, swiftly lifting it up to wrap around his waist, whilst pushing you against the cold tile of the shower. He could feel your bare body pressed to his v-line, a quiet groan leaving his lips as you shifted against him, grinding yourself down on his lower

Your hands push the dripping hair in your face back, finally seeing Daryl clearly, before moving them to run against Daryl’s clean shoulders. his hands slide down towards your tits groped one of them, deepening the kiss as his cock throbbed. You could feel him pressed against your bare skin, dripping cold water down your standing leg making you shiver.

His thumb began to rub against your clit as he began to slide his cock inside of your already aroused cunt, quietly whimpering as his lips trail to your neck and bites the tender skin. He wasted no time fucking into you, his cock gently hitting your cervix, causing butterflies to erupt in your belly.

"This is the only way i'll get clean" he says with a smirk He was out of breath, each thrust of his hips getting rougher, he physically couldn't slow down, he was too entranced by your hips bucking against his, groaning as he got close to an orgasm. Your moans grew louder as you were on the cusp of your own orgasm, uncontrollably clenching around him, when he suddenly gripped your waist so tightly that there would probably be bruises tomorrow. but you don't care about that '"This is the only way i'll get clean" he says with a smirk He was out of breath, each thrust of his hips getting rougher, he physically couldn't slow down, he was too entranced by your hips bucking against his, groaning as he got close to an orgasm. Your moans grew louder as you were on the cusp of your own orgasm, uncontrollably clenching around him, when he suddenly gripped your waist so tightly that there would probably be bruises tomorrow. but you don't care about that

He kept fucking you too he had his orgasm you clenched into him as he did you soon orgasmed after him

he turned around and got the shampoo " Now let's get you cleaned up" he said as he gave you one more kiss on your lips

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This took so long to write lol but now this got me thinking about mr dixon all over again

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[lipglossanon]

Door To Door Cannibals

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Dark Stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (one shot)

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, dark Leon, oral (f & m receiving), dirty talk, pussy spanking, mommy kink, collar, choking, unprotected sex, heavy breeding kink, mean Leon, crying

not proofread cause i just wanted to write a lil something

Title from Door to Door Cannibals by Chevelle

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“Mmm baby, that’s so good,” Leon’s deep baritone slides over you like a warm blanket. 

You can only reply with a throaty whine as you softly suck on his thick cock, throat clicking as you swallow the excess spit and precum before it spills from your lips. With you kneeling between his thighs, he drops lower in his office chair, stretching his legs out on either side of your body. 

The droning voices of his coworkers continue on his team call, Leon’s mic and video muted for the time being. His broad hand tangles in your hair, rocking your mouth further down on his dick, fat tip kissing the back of your throat and making you gag. He presses there a beat longer, making you cough and retch until he finally pulls his cock free. 

You gasp in a deep breath, thick strands of saliva linking your mouth to his cock with tears dripping from your eyes as he slaps his dick against your lips. 

“You can do better than that,” he murmurs, eyes dark and empty as he watches you heave, “my girl’s gotta learn how to suck dick, gonna have to train that virgin throat how to keep daddy’s big cock nice and warm.”

“Uh huh,” you nod in agreement, collar jingling with your movement, “sorry to choke, daddy.”

He grins lecherously, “Don’t apologize for choking on my cock, baby. Choke as much as you want, just make sure to suck me off so I can creampie that cute little throat.”

You moan and lick at his balls, sucking and mouthing across the squishy sac as he parts his thighs as far as he can sitting down. It’s a struggle to suck both balls into your mouth, drool dripping freely down your chin as your jaw aches. With a huff, you have to give up and slowly suckle each of his balls in your eager mouth.

“Keep my balls warm with that wet mouth while daddy joins in this call,” he rubs a thumb across your cheekbone, “make any noise and I’m going to spank your ass til you can’t sit down. Got it, slut?”

Whimpering, you nod, fingers ghosting across your hard, achy nipples. You drop your mouth open and go back to sucking and mouthing at the warm skin of his sac. One of his big hands rests on top of your hair as you hear him click the mouse and begin to talk with his coworkers. 

Your cunt clenches around nothing, feeling wet and empty as you softly suck on his balls, loving the weight of them filling your mouth. Letting the noise of conversation fall into the background, you kitten lick his heavy sac until it’s coated in spit and dripping down onto the chair. Your head is totally empty except for squishing his balls against your lips, nuzzling into the wet skin as you lick him all over. 

His hand shoves you away making you whine low in your throat, face covered in drool. 

“Get up here,” he growls, eyes dark in his face.

You shakily climb into his lap, legs and feet tingling as the blood flows back through them. 

“Am I in trouble, daddy?” you whisper, eyes downcast. 

“No,” he laughs meanly, “just wanted to show my friends what pretty little thing I had tucked away.”

Hot embarrassment makes your skin crawl even as slick oozes from your pussy. 

His fingers loop through the ring on your tag and pull you in close with a sneer, “Babygirl, do you really think I’d let those worthless men ever set their eyes on you?”

His hands grab your ass and squeeze your cheeks so hard you squeal. 

“Think I’d let anyone get to see this mommy’s pretty little pussy?” he slaps your ass hard.

“N-no, sir,” you whimper, tears slipping from your eyes, “I’m only daddy’s pretty mommy.”

“That’s right, such a smart girl,” he croons, the praise making you grind your leaking pussy on his thigh.

“Go get on the bed, gonna show that slutty mommy pussy a thing or two.”

You stagger out of his office, legs feeling as skittish as a foal’s, and make your way into the master bedroom. Your mom left on another business trip last night; Leon woke you up to share the news by licking into your cunt until you groggily came to, orgasm cresting as soon as you locked eyes with your stepdad. He slipped his fat cock inside your pulsing walls and let you keep his dick warm all night—sloppily making out and rubbing your clit so your pussy stayed wet and tight around his cock. 

It’s late afternoon now as you clamber onto the clean sheets smelling of Leon’s cologne. Shivering, you bury your face in his pillow as you rub your clit. 

“Honey,” his chiding voice is like a bucket of water, making you quickly move your hand away and turn to face him. 

“‘M sorry,” you mumble, “want daddy so much.”

He grins, eyes dark and wicked, “Mommy’s so needy, huh? Don’t worry, that juicy cunt’s about to get what she needs.”

You settle back against the pillows, thighs falling open to Leon’s hungry gaze as he walks over to his dresser. He quickly finds what he’s looking for in one of the drawers and comes over to the bed. Your hips roll, seeking friction at seeing Leon completely dressed with you only wearing your collar, making you drip all over the sheets. 

“Such a good girl for me,” he murmurs, hands skating up your thighs. 

You whimper when you see the small padded lavender paddle in his hand, purposefully spreading your legs wider. 

Leon chuckles, “Mommy likes this doesn’t she?”

You nod dizzily, collar jingling noisily, “Please, daddy, spank my pussy.”

“We’ll get there, but first I need to taste mommy’s hot cunt,” his fingers circle your clit before lightly smacking your mound making you jump with a moan. 

He makes sure you’re propped against the pillows at the headboard, grabbing your thighs and pressing them outward until your muscles twinge. He lays down between your legs, lips ghosting across the skin of your inner thighs making you mewl.

Leon lightly kisses each side of your thighs, soft barely there touches that make you squirm against the bed. He chuckles, now adding a little tongue to the kisses which has you whining, hands gripping onto the sheets. 

“Such a good little mommy,” he murmurs into your skin, scraping his teeth against the meat of your thigh.

You hiccup a gasp, pussy walls clenching as his mouth moves closer and closer to your drippy cunt. His tongue licks the crease of your leg before swapping over to the other side to do the same thing. You’re sighing and moaning as he licks across your pussy, tongue gliding up over your slick coated lips but completely ignoring your hot little clit. 

Rolling your hips down, Leon only laughs at you and pulls his mouth away. 

“Let me kiss her, babygirl. She’s been so lonely without daddy’s mouth,” he kisses the hood of your clit, “mmm, she’s such a wet, needy little mommy cunt.”

You whine, hips sinking back down onto the bed so Leon will mouth and kiss across your pussy. His tongue flicks over your clit making your thighs spasm; he repeats it over and over, his hot tongue a brand on your sensitive bud, until you're fighting to keep seated on the bed.

Suddenly, he pulls away and brings the paddle down onto your swollen clit. 

“Daddy!” you squeal, spine arching up off of the bed. 

He laughs condescendingly at you and spanks your clit again.

“You said you wanted it, practically begged for it,” he clicks his tongue and brings the paddle down over your mound. 

He pins your hips down with one hand as he rain slaps across your aching bundle of nerves and pussy lips. Groaning, he even lets his hand drop and spank across your hole, clear strings of slick sticking to the padded leather. 

“You make it very hard for me not to fuck this pretty pussy,” he growls, spanking your pudgy clit over and over until you’re writhing underneath him. 

“Please, daddy, need you, feel so empty,” you cry out, tears slipping down your cheeks. 

He drops the paddle down on the bed, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping his slacks. Pulling his swollen cock out, he slaps it down across your engorged clit. 

“I’ll give it to you, sweetheart,” he smirks, lining his tip up with your hole and pressing in, “gotta make you a pretty mommy, right? Can’t do that unless I’m breeding this juicy fucking cunt.”

You choke on a moan as he bottoms out too fast, tip knocking against your cervix so roughly it makes you want to scream. He wraps a palm around your neck right underneath where your collar lies as he pulls out and thrusts back in, just as fast and deep. 

“There we go,” he chuckles, “love how tight you get when I choke you out.”

Tears run down your temples as he tightens his hold on your throat, cutting off your air in increments making you feel fuzzy and lightheaded. Your arms lay limp by your head as your body jostles with each powerful thrust of his hips. 

“So tight,” he groans, fat tip battering against your cervix as he fucks you harder, “s’like you don’t want me pulling out, always trying to suck daddy’s cock back into your needy cunt.”

Your mouth moves but no sound escapes making him laugh.

“Dumb little slut, getting dicked so good you can’t even say anything,” he grins wickedly, squeezing your throat even tighter, “isn’t that right?”

You nod as best you can and he eases some of the pressure on your throat. The spots in your vision disappear as you breathe in thin little gasps of air. 

He grinds down harshly, tip practically kissing your womb as his pelvis rocks against your sensitive clit making your walls rhythmically pulse around his cock.

“After this you’re gonna sit on daddy’s lap while he finishes up some work, then I’m gonna fuck you over my desk,” his smug face blurs through your tears as he rails into your pussy, grinding all along the spongy spot in your cunt that has you clenching hard. 

“What do you say little mommy,” he lets go of your throat to grab your waist, pulling you down on his cock as his dick pistons into your drippy cunt, “keep my cock all snug in that tight little pussy. I’ll even tighten that pretty collar so your throat feels snug too.”

“Want it, daddy,” you slur, drool slipping from your lips as he jackhammers into your pussy, “want to be so good for you.”

“Then you better squeeze me tight so I can cream this sweet cunt, gotta practice on making you a mommy,” he rumbles low in his throat. 

You feel limp as a rag doll while Leon fucks you onto his cock, fingers slipping down your body to tease your fat clit. 

“Be a good mommy for me and clench on my dick,” he murmurs, voice dark and heated, “know you want it, baby.”

His fingers drum across your sensitive bud, cock plunging into your squelching pussy making the tight coil in your lower belly snap. Leon leans down and sinks his teeth into your neck as you cum, pussy fluttering and milking his throbbing dick, a low whining moan slipping past your lips. He humps into your clenching pussy until he knocks his fat tip into your cervix one last time, hot sticky cum spurting from his cock, stuffing your cunt full. 

He pulls his dick out, stroking the head to spill a few more ropes of cum across your swollen mound and clit. Slapping his cock against your messy pussy, he pulls away. 

“I’m gonna go clean up but I want you in my office by the time I get there,” his serious tone makes you nod immediately. 

“Yes, daddy,” your cunt twinges as he laughs. 

“Good girl.”

[lizzys-sunflower]

Invisible

Minors DNI (18+)

Jake Kiszka x OC! (Madelyn)

AN: hi everyone! This is my first official fic! Please let me know what you all think and if you want to be tagged in future writings. Thank you for reading!!

Warnings below cut…

Warnings: smut (p in v, unprotected, wrap it before you tap it), oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), sir kink, praise kink, dom/sub, public nudity, public sex, cockwarming, nipple play, use of biting as claiming, PWP.

Summary: a vacation after a leg of touring does you both some good. Let’s just say the less articles of clothing the better

Walking out on the dock, I look around for him. Wondering where he has run off to this time.

And then I turn and see him. Chestnut hair glowing in the sunlight, tanned skin on full view, and then there’s his ass. All cute and juicy in his striped swim trunks.

He has his feet in the water and is on the phone, most likely talking to Josh or his mom.

He turns and waves at me, sloshing his feet in the water. I wave back making my way back inside our cabana.

After a long leg of tour, Jake came home and said he booked a vacation for the two of us. All he told me was pack for a week at the beach.

What he doesn’t know is I packed a couple of surprises for him. And I don’t mean lingerie, at least that’s not the biggest surprise.

A couple weeks before he got home and I landed home after touring with him for 2 months, I did a little online shopping. Found a website that makes invisible swim trunks. Or ones that disappear on contact with water. So as any normal person would do in this situation, I clicked add to cart and they arrived 2 days before Jake did.

He is currently wearing said swim trunks and I’m watching by the pool in our cabana.

Finally, he gets up, shoves his phone into his pocket and walks over to where I am.

“You know you’re staring right?” He says

“Yes I know, and I can stare as long as I want to. Cause you’re mine and I’m yours.” I say back, as he wraps his arms around me from behind.

“Forever, my love.” He says,” ready to go for a swim?”

Nodding my head yes, I begin climbing in the pool. Jake sets his phone down on a chair and then climbs in right after me. Slowly the water makes his trunks fade away; Him being oblivious and staring at my ass as I set my hat down on the edge of the

Pool.

He comes up right behind me as I slowly drop back into the pool. His hands drop down to grope my ass, “just a little touch” he says.

The fire in my belly is suddenly lit to life by just him touching me like this.

“Have I told you how edible you look in this suit?” He asks.

“You mentioned it…” is my reply.

“You know the advantage of having no one around us, is I can fuck you in this pool and there’s no one around to listen to you scream.” He says, slowly trailing his hands to my bikini bottom string.

With one simple tug, the right side of my bikini bottom falls. Him easily sliding his hand in the front, straight to my folds, parting them, and beginning to rub my clit. He’s babying her , gentle swirls of his finger.

“Fuckkk, Jake”. I moan out hips bucking into his hand.

His finger stops working my pearl and he says in a low domineering voice,” who?”

“I’m sorry, please, I meant sir.” I beg. His hand moves again, this time lower, towards my entrance.

“Good girl.” He says, as he slips a finger in me. I immediately clench around it, loving the feeling of his soft yet calloused fingers on and in me. He pushes me forward, so I’m resting my weight between him and the wall.

Slowly, he adds another finger, beginning to work up a good pace. I’m a moaning mess, dripping all over his hand, letting my juices mix with the water in the pool. Suddenly he stops moving all together, withdrawing his hand and fingers from in me.

“What- but why- no please,” I beg him. I turn my head back only to get a glimpse of his angelic face, looking down at his own swim wear. Only then do I realize what’s happened.

His swim trunks are completely gone, except for the band of elastic around his waist. His cock, hard, on full display, for eyes to see, if there were any. It’s beautiful and veiny and hard, nudging me in the ass. And most importantly, it’s thick and long. Not too long, but the perfect length.

What I hadn’t noticed is him sucking his fingers in to his mouth. The subtle moan that echoes into my hair is his only give away.

“So you figured out your surprise? Well more of a surprise for me I guess.” I say.

“Oh I’m certainly surprised baby. But the thing is, we share the same bank account. I knew you ordered these already. I just decided to fall for your little scheme.” He says smugly.

“Oh whatever, “ I whisper, rolling my eyes. In a flash he’s turned me around to face him and is holding my jaw between his thumb and index finger.

“You want to say that again, little girl.” He says; domineering Jake is back.

“No sir.” I say shaking my head slightly.

“Good”, he replies. Dropping his hand to my other bikini bottom tie, and undoing it before I have a chance to protest. My bottoms float away to the other side of the pool.

He picks me up by my waste and gently sets me on the edge of the pool. “Need to taste you, my love.”

Then he dives his head straight between my legs. My hands immediately fly to his hair. Gripping and pulling, moaning and thrusting. He parts my legs as far as they’ll go. Sucking my clit into his mouth, moaning at the taste of it. Licking a long strip from my clit down to my entrance. Then, he starts to lick inside my entrance. Fucking me on his tongue.

“Jake , sir, please. I need more.” I beg and moan, pulling his hair in the process.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll get you there.” He says back, slowly adding his fingers to the mix. Carefully, he pushes me back to lay flat on the wood flooring, pulling both legs over each shoulder.

Diving back in, he sucks my clit into his mouth, slowly pumping two fingers into me. He has me clenching hard around his fingers, almost immediately.

“Sir, I’m gonna-“I moan out, falling silent at a particularly harsh suction of his lips and tongue.

“That’s it baby, “ he says removing his mouth with a lucid pop sound. He adds a third finger to the mix, pumping them in and out, curled slightly to hit my special spot hidden inside.

“Fuckkk, sir… please. Can I cum? I need to cum. Please, sir.” I moan and beg.

“Come on Maddie… that’s it.” He says as I feel my body start to tense up, the pressure building in my lower abdomen. He places his hand there and presses, adding more to the pressure. He sucks my clit back in his mouth, tongue circling small intricate designs over her.

“Please sir, can I cum?” I ask, the pressure continues to build up. My body begins to tingle, waiting for its release. I can feel it from my toes to my jaw, a taste in my mouth that always comes with it.

“Cum.” He demands. And with that I came, hard. The coil snapping in my lower abdomen, like a rubber band. I could feel it from my toes to the top of my head. Tingles and pins and needles, toes curling, hips trusting into his mouth. My clit spasming every time his tongue touched it.

The overstimulation was starting to creep up. So much that I had to push his head away, to stop him from sucking the soul out of me.

He grips my thighs, and pulls me back into the pool with him. This time though, he tugs at my bikini top, pulling the string on top and reaching around my back to pull that string loose too. And then there goes my top. Floating on next to my bottoms.

He immediately scoops down and pulls my left nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.

“Oh my god, Jake,” I moan out.

He pops his mouth off my nipple.

his left hand flys to my other breast, pinching my right nipple between his fingers.

“What was that now?” He asks with a flicker in his eye. I know that flicker. That’s the flicker that lets me know gentle Jake is gone. Replaced by dominant, scandalous, and rough Jake. The one I call sir.

“Tsss” I hiss through clenched teeth. “S-sir, I meant sir. “

“That’s strike two baby. Don’t make it a third.” He says, pulling my nipple back into his mouth and biting down. Hard.

“Fuck” I moan out. “Yes sir.”

He releases my nipples and reaches down to wrap one of my legs around his waist. Grasping his cock in hand, and guiding it towards my entrance. He slid just the tip in, just a taste of what’s to come.

When he finally slid in about halfway, we both let out a groan of pleasure. Then, finally with a roll of his hips, he had entered me fully. My lower lips wrapped perfectly around his cock, sucking him in and pulling him closer.

“Oh fuck, you’re so tight.” He says through clenched teeth, eyes squeezed shut as he gets his bearings. With that, he begins a slow pace. Rolling his hips at the perfect angle every time. Hitting my g spot every time.

“Mmmm, please” I beg.

“What is it my love? Something wrong?” He asks, his pace slowing down just a bit. Concern is etched in his voice, and I feel almost apologetic for causing him to think something is really wrong.

“Kiss me, please” I say through a moan as his cock glides once again through me, hitting my g spot at the perfect angle.

“Aww, does my baby want a kiss?” He asks, teasing me.

“Please sir…”

Finally, he tilts his head down, just slightly and brings his lips to mine in a heated kiss.

He glides his tongue along the seem of my lips, asking for entrance. The second our tongues meet, his pace picks up, water splashing around us. A consistant thrust of in and out, now angled even more, by him hitching my other leg around his waist. Our tongues are fighting each other for dominance. But he wins every time. Ever the dominant one in the relationship.

Pulling away from him, I start to feel the pressure building up again. And I know he can feel it too, with the way I’m clenching every few thrusts around him.

“You’re close, huh baby?” He asks in a sickening sweet tone.

“Yes, sir, please”

“Let go for me, honey.” He says, bringing his fingers down to rub circles against my clit.

The belt snaps again, this time it’s longer and he’s on the brink of cumming too. A mantra of his name combined with the occasional ‘sir’ echoes throughout the room. He begins to pick up his speed and starts railing me into the tiled wall of the pool. Like a mad man chasing his end.

“Fuck, I’m- “

“Let go, Jakey” I whisper in his ear, in a sultry voice.

With one more thrust, he came deep inside me. Warm and filling. He slowly comes down from his high, still holding me against him, but putting most of his weight into holding me against the wall instead of fully on him.

“I love you” he whispers as he leans in for another kiss.

“I love you too” I whisper back, once I’ve caught my breath. “Now can we get out of here and finish this up inside”.

“Sure baby” he says with a peck. “we can.” He chuckles then pecks my lips again.

He pulls out slowly, both of us letting out small groans and sighs.

I can feel his seed running down and out of my swimsuit. Mixing with the beautiful water surrounding us. Turning invisible.

[chososfl3shlight]

Needy

Sub Daisuke x fem reader.. dry humping, cumming in pants, crying etc etc

Quick lazy drabble

His hot breath fanned against your chest as his face was pushed up against it. You ran your fingers through his brown hair, sparking tingles throughout his body. Daisuke's hips rocked against your legs desperately. Even with the layer of clothing on, he humped them like a puppy.

"So pathetic, Daisuke," you whispered.

He let out a whine at your words, his hips stuttered as he tried to keep his pace. You smiled at his reaction, your finger trailing down his neck, then back. The way his back twitched under your touch, only intriguing your interests. You rubbed circles into his lower back, right on his spine, his warm skin moving with your touch. His breath quivered. You knew his back was sensitive to touch like this, and you were teasing him.

His back arched, and his hips ground harder against your leg. You could feel that he was rock-hard even with both your pants on. You grinned to yourself as you pushed your leg up against his crotch harder and the way he gasped.

"Oh, f-fuck.. I'm so hard. Please, it h-hurts,"

He whimpered out, sliding down your body until his face was resting on your thighs. He was straddling one of your legs while you pushed it up against him. His lewd moans and pleads were muffled into your thighs. You didn't want him to be muffled, but you understood why. The others were probably trying to sleep, and even with you two in the cockpit, y'all were still cautious.

"Good boy, so pathetic. Humping my leg because you're just so needy"

You rubbed a hand all over his back, his shirt following the trails. He was basically panting into your thighs as his hips stuttered to keep going. Grinding against your body felt so good. His tip was sobbing pre cum into his boxers. He was starting to get tired, his whole body rocking against you to keep going.

"I wanna c-cum, please I wanna cum so bad.."

His eyes were shut tight, but you could see the tears bubbling up. He looked so disheveled, hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, his face flushed, and clothes wrinkled.

"Can you cum for me Daisuke? Or do you need some help getting there..?"

The words you whispered were so cruel. He whined at them, but they sure did spur him on. He shook his head no, more tears pricking at his eyes from embarrassment. Even though he said no, neither of you could deny his hips slowing down tremendously.

He was far too embarrassed to look at you. You smiled softly down at him, gently holding his chin and making him look at you. You tilted your head at him, waiting for the words you wanted to hear. His Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped hard.

"Please, please help me"

Your core pulsed from his words, you wasted no time to slip off the chair, and push him against the console. You could clearly see the way his chest rose and fell from his shallow breaths. Even in the dark of the room, when you looked down you could see the stain his pre cum left on his work pants.

"You'll have to wash those," you jestered.

He whined and looked away. Not finding your teasing very funny. You scoffed to yourself before looking back down at the tent in his pants. You used your hand and hastily palmed his cock. He jumped at the touch, and his legs struggled to stay still as they shook. When you found his crying tip, you made sure to focus a lot of pressure onto it.

This made him loud. Instinctively, your hand covered his mouth. Now, you could only focus on his lustful gaze and furrowed eyebrows. Poor boy didn't know what to do with his hands. They went from clenching at his sides to grabbing onto your arm before going back to his sides.

"That's it, let me help you. Make a mess in those pants."

His hips bucked up against your hand, and you squeezed his shaft. His eyes rolled up near his low eyelids. You could barely hear his muffled moans over his shuffling. His hands went back to grab at your arm as it rubbed his painfully hard cock.

You removed your hand from his mouth and captured it in a kiss. He immediately reciprocated, sloppily kissing you back. If you could even call it a kiss, he was just clashing his lips against yours in a desperate frenzy.

When his whole body shuddered, you knew he was cumming. You swallowed any sounds that slipped past his lips as you held your palm on his cock. He shot cum into his boxers as he gripped your arm. You parted from his lips with a smile.

"That's it, you did so good"

He was out of it, giggling slightly.

"Yeah?"

His goofy personality seeping back out. You laughed quietly with him.

"Now I've got cumstained boxers.." he sighed.

"Dont forget the work pants"

[blindmagdalena]

Homelander and spanking is giving me brainrot rn. Just imagine lightly smacking his ass throughout the day as a joke only for him to turn tables and go from 0 to 100 REAL quickly

18+, f!reader, spanking, dirty talk, inappropriate use of a conference room, p-in-v sex, cream pie. The first time you slap Homelander's ass, it's a drive-by at work. It's quick, a sharp little smack with the back of your hand because he hasn't noticed his cape is pulled aside, hooked on a chair. No one he's standing with notices, but he whips his head around to look at you. You're already halfway down the hall, practically fleeing from him while grinning to yourself.

The two of you have been dating for a while. It's certainly the office's worst kept secret, but you both still like to play around as if no one knows.

It happens again that same day while the two of you are alone in The Seven's conference room, and this time it's a full on assault. It's hardly your fault that when you drop your pen, he doesn't bend with his knees. Instead, he bends perfectly in half, acting the part of the ideal gentleman to pick up your pen. You reel both hands back, and clap him loudly on the ass, surprising even yourself with the sound it makes.

The look on his face when he whirls around on you makes you nearly scream with laughter, muffling it into both your hands.

"Okay," he says slowly, voice pitched so menacingly that you instantly turn on your heel, making a break for the closed door, but he catches you by the waist and yanks you right back. "You wanna play? Let's play."

"No! No! It was just a joke! I won't do it again!" You cry, writhing in his grip, still laughing.

"Nope. You started this, now I'm gonna finish it," he says, bending you over the table. He keeps you there with nothing more than a light hand on your lower back, and shamelessly flips your skirt up over your hips.

You gasp, whole body tensing up immediately. "Oh my god, hold on-"

The first crack of his gloved hand against your ass knocks the next words completely from your brain, swiftly emptying it. You expect that to be the end of it, a revenge beautifully executed. Until he does it again.

This time, you moan.

The sound surprises both of you.

You feel your whole face flush, your stomach doing backflips. You reach back to push your skirt down, wildly embarrassed by how obscene the noise had been in your own ears.

However, Homelander doesn't let you up. Instead, he takes hold of your wrist and curls it behind your back, wringing another surprised noise from you. "Wh-what're you-" He does it again. He's incredibly restrained, striking with such precision of strength, it's honestly a wonder. To your mortification, you can feel your clit beginning to throb. Holy fuck, this is turning you on fast. He delivers another sharp little smack, and then another. You clench your thighs together, panting out pitchy little breaths with every blow.

Homelander slides his hand up from the small of your back to the back of your neck, squeezing it. You can feel yourself beginning to soak your panties, ridiculously wet not only from the way he's spanking you, but from the ragged way you can hear him breathing. Knowing he's getting off on this as much as you are strikes a chord low in your belly.

"H-Homelander," you moan. Your ass is beginning to smart, hot to the touch. Even when he just rubs it, it feels absolutely electric. "Jesus Christ," he growls, gritting the words out through his teeth.

The next thing you know, he lets go of your neck and you hear a distinctive metallic click. It's followed immediately by an audible shuffle of fabric, and then you feel him hook the crotch of your panties with his thumb, pulling the material aside.

You recognize the shape of the fat head of his cock pushing against your pussy immediately. It makes an obscene, wet noise upon contact, smearing not only your wetness, but his. He rocks his hips, grinds back and forth against you, trailing that wetness from your clit nearly all the way back to your ass.

"All this time," he breathes, voice rough, already wrecked with his own arousal. "You just wanted me to spank you, huh?"

You make a pleading little noise, spreading your legs further.

"Could'a just asked, sweetheart," he says, huffing a laugh. You can hear how he's restraining himself, forcing himself to go slow, keeping himself from shoving inside you all at once. He fucks lazily between the wet folds of your cunt, slowly driving you wild.

"C'mon," you urge, rocking back against him. "Fuck me," you say, but instead of moving him along any faster, all you get is another sharp slap to your ass.

"Say please," he chides.

"Please," you moan readily, knees quivering. "Please, please fuck me."

He grunts out a tight little "Fuck," and takes your hips in both hands as he finally lines himself up with your cunt. He moves slow, makes you pant and whine as he eases just the thick head of his cock into you. He rocks you back and forth with ease, like a toy, working himself gradually deeper.

You claw at the table, struggling to find purchase, but the glass is smooth and too wide, leaving you absolutely nothing to grip. You can't do anything but take it, moaning feverishly as he opens you up.

"Always take me so fucking good," he groans, halfway there now, savoring the way your walls cling to him. "Like you were made to."

"I was," you say, hands balled up into fists, panting condensation onto the glass table top. "I was made for you, feel so fucking good in me, oh fuck, fuck, my pussy's still shaped like you."

Those words snap something in him, cause him to jerk you back the rest of the way onto his cock. Your ass stings deliciously when he bottoms out against it, wringing another pitchy moan from you. You've always had the power to shatter his meticulously crafted control, and today is no exception.

You wanted him to fuck you, and you're going to get it.

Homelander fucks you in sharp, deep little bursts, barely leaving you, just grinding deeper and deeper until you feel the head of his cock bumping into the very core of you.

Abruptly, he pulls you up until your back is flush to his chest. He wraps one hand around your waist while the other goes right to your throat, lifting you clean off your feet, holding you tight while he mercilessly pounds into you.

You have no leverage, can't do anything but grab hold of his wrist with both hands, clinging to him. Your ass burns and your cunt fucking aches, and there's a pressure building in you so rapidly you feel like you're going to explode.

"I-I'm gonna come," you gasp wetly, tears gathering in your eyes from the sheer overwhelm of sensation. "H-Homelander, I'm gonna come, I'm-I'm gonna come!"

He just pumps his hips faster, buries his face in the crook of your neck and fucking bites into your shoulder. It surprises you so much you nearly scream, and with it, your climax hits you like a truck. Your whole body seizes up, an explosion of waves rolling through you. The euphoria is unbelievable, knocks the wind right out of your lungs and paralyzes you, leaves you unable to breathe while Homelander fucks you through it.

After one last hard slam, Homelander stills, spilling into you with a ragged, gasping moan. The heat and flood of it is so intense, you almost take it for a second orgasm, goosebumps erupting across your body all over again.

Slowly, gently, Homelander lowers you back down onto the table, covering your body with his.

The two of you stay like that for several long moments, both catching your breath, both equally shocked by the rate at which the situation had escalated.

Eventually, after a deep breath, you say, "So... I like spanking."

"Yeah," Homelander exhales, licking his lips. "Me too."