#shirts are bad pants are bad but removal is worse

[doodlboy]

Hooo boy

[aothotties]

Some more Farmer!Reiner for everyone

Warnings: MDNl, Cunnilingus (f. receiving), fingering, a lil fluff at the end.

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Farmer!Reiner becomes your new best friend within the first few weeks of your stay.

Farmer!Reiner who learns that you're opening up a small bakery in town and would love to be business partners.

Farmer!Reiner brings you your order with a few extra cartons of eggs or gallons of milk just because he can.

Farmer!Reiner does these things out of the kindness of his big heart, and in hopes that you'll let him take you on a date.

Farmer!Reiner is shocked when it's you who asks him out before he even gets the chance to.

Farmer!Reiner promises to be on his best behavior for your date tonight so that he won't scare you off.

Farmer!Reiner is about to lose an internal battle with himself when he sees how divine you look.

You invite him over to a home-cooked meal and on the off chance the night takes a turn, it's better to be a few feet away from the bed.

Reiner knocks on the door with flowers in his hand and you take a nice long look at him. His blonde hair is washed and styled handsomely, large muscles are bulging under his shirt, Christ, and the way his thighs are screaming under those jeans.

Reiner is no better if not worse than you are. His eyes steadily trail down your curvy figure, if the word perfect had a picture in the dictionary, he's sure the hat they would use one of your pictures to capture the meaning. All he can do is fantasize about what you're hiding under that long skirt, the way your dark skin shimmers due to your body butter entices him.

Farmer!Reiner manages to act civilized while you two have dinner and dessert.

Farmer!Reiner falls in love with you by the second every time he eats more forkfuls of your delightful chocolate cake.

Farmer!Reiner doesn’t let you move a muscle after dinner and insists on doing y’all’s dishes himself.

Farmer!Reiner holds back a moan when you jump up onto the counter next to him and rub his shoulder, mumbling a sweet “thank you”

Farmer!Reiner gets distracted by you telling a story and sprays you both with the faucet.

Farmer!Reiner is standing between your legs while wrapped up in a large blanket since you don't have any clothes his size.

Farmer!Reiner can't help but draw small circles on your thighs while you tell him your entire life story.

Reiner can’t help himself from leaning in just a tad bit too close to attach your lips, but it’s okay because you wanted this just as bad if not more.

Your wraps wrap around the blanket covering his shoulders and he pulls you in as close as he can. You both sigh in contentment as the tension slowly leaves the room with each kiss.

The blanket falls to the floor as he pushes you down so your back is flat against the countertop. You barely have time to react to how quickly your panties are removed and his lips are wrapped around your clit.

“Reiner!” You exclaim, you grip his soft blond locks between your fingers as his tongue switches between your nub and dripping hole.

His poor cock twitches at the sound of his name falling from your lips, his pants growing tighter by the minute. He tests the waters but inserts a finger in your cunt.

You hum at the sensation of his thick finger massaging your walls while his skilled tongue lapped at your clit like a madman.

He adds another finger next to the first one and your back arches off the counter, the scene in front of you has you insanely close.

You make eye contact with Reiner as he gives your bulging clit all the attention she craves. He curves his fingers to rub against your g-spot and you let out a long moan.

“I-I’m coming! Fuck Reiner I’m coming.” You warn, your body twitching in pleasure as you release onto his tongue and fingers.

He drinks up every last drop and pulls away from you to give your poor pussy a break. He stands up fully and wipes his mouth with his thumb.

“Are you okay, I don’t know what came over me. I’m sorry.” He helps you to your feet, grabs the fallen blanket, and covers your bare half.

“Reiner you’re fine, trust me I enjoyed myself. You’ve got nothing to worry about, are you okay?” You ask, nodding down to the bulge in his pants.

“Don’t worry about me, I want our first time to be special. Or at least not in your kitchen maybe?” He suggests and you let out a chuckle.

“Yeah, that might be a good idea for next time.” He places a kiss on your forehead and takes you to the couch.

A movie plays in the background as you two doze off at some point in the night. His clothes are long forgotten in the dryer, but this will be a night to remember

[inklore]

middle of the night.

— kenji sato x f!reader

premise: it doesn’t matter how many times you try to convince yourself that you’re done with him you always end up back in his bed.

contents: exes with benefits, p in v, tiny bit of plot, oral, alcohol consumption, booty calls, slight toxic relationship | wc: 1k+

note: went into this movie already down bad for him and came out of it even worse. i had to write something for him, i'm obsessed.

“Baby, come on.” You can tell from the deep bravado of his voice that he’s been drinking. That he’s had one too many more than he really should have allowed himself. That something clearly went south at some point during the day that had made him grip the glass of liquid poison until he was tipsy enough to let go of the day's frustration and call you. 

His inhibitions always lead him back to lighting up your phone at late hours of the night. 

Your own endless cycle of your lack of impulse control has you staring down at the screen of your phone, determined, grounding your feet at the line you had drawn in your attempts to not answer his calls again. 

Ever again. 

"Kenji, it’s never going to work.” 

“But it feels so good when it does.”

“I can’t keep doing this.” 

And yet you end up scuffing up that line you drew in the sand as you step over it and answer your phone. Each and every time. 

“Just come over. We can just talk.” 

“Kenji,” you sigh. Both of you know that ‘just talking’ has never been a strong suit for either of you. It was hard to just talk when his mouth was between your legs or your face was pressed into his pillow. 

“I promise. I just want to see you, please. I’ve...” he swallows. Maybe he takes a sip of whatever has his mind hazed and slipping into old habits. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” 

His voice, when it’s like this, gravelly, raw from the liquor he’s consumed, low and almost needy, always makes your insides burn. Always makes you forget how to breathe. 

And then he’s sighing; it’s breathy, and you can hear ruffling, like he’s situating himself against the back of his couch or removing something—clothes, his pants, images of late nights with him leaned back against the cushions of his couch, his legs splayed open for you to sit prettily in front of him, your lips teasing the tip of his cock, making your cheeks heat. 

Making you swallow hard. Close your eyes. Try to ground yourself. Try to list all the reasons why you should not go over to his house right now. 

It’s never a good idea. 

Never. 

But no and Kenji Sato never went into the same sentence in your brain, and maybe that’s a bigger problem than your resolute “fine” through the phone. 

“Just to talk.” 

“Just to talk.” You can hear his smirk through the phone. “I can’t wait to see you, baby.” 

And you know, as you hang up the phone, as you put on your shoes, as you get into your car—before you even answered the phone—that the last thing the two of you are ever going to do is just talk. 

That’s why when you show up at his place, when you knock and he opens the door barely seconds later, that curve of his mouth, his hand reaching out and gripping the bottom of your shirt, “Hi, baby.” Rolling off his tongue like a siren song to your insides, it is no surprise you are pressed against the back of his door seconds later. 

His mouth on yours, his hands everywhere. Pulling at your clothes, pulling you closer to him. His hair falling in your face in that way you’ve missed so fucking much. That you have grown addicted to feeling when he’s on top of you and thrusting between your legs. 

“Knew you missed me too,” Kenji groans when you fall to your knees and take his cock in your mouth. His teeth in his bottom lip as he looks down at you like you own his world. His very being. Like he doesn’t know pleasure unless it’s given to him by you. 

A feeling you know too well in regards to him. 

And you don’t tell him differently. Because yeah, you did miss him. You always miss him. That’s why you can never stop these visits. Never say no to him. Even if the two of you will always be the right person wrong time, every time you think it will be different. That your heart might actually be a little more safe than the last time. 

It doesn’t matter, though. You know that when his palm grabs the back of your neck to pull you up from your knees, his thumbs pressing into the side of your jaw as he brings his mouth down on yours—nothing matters but this. How good it feels. How good Kenji feels, how good he makes you feel, how much the two of you love each other even if he’s bad at it. 

You need him to fill your lungs with air when he pushes inside of you, his thick cock filling your tight cunt, that heavy breath of relief he lets out as if nothing has felt as right as this. As you. Under him. Digging your nails into his lower back as he thrusts into you. As his mouth bites and sucks at your neck. 

As his hand snakes between the two of you and presses his thumb against your clit. Your legs tightening around him. Your cunt tightens around his cock, your moans become more breathy, panting into his mouth as his tongue licks into yours. 

“Yeah, baby. Come on. Come on, give me it.” 

And you do. You come and come again when he puts you in a different position—when his mouth is hot and wet at your shoulder blade. When his fingers grip your hips and pull you back, his hand pushes down on the base of your spine to have your ass push up higher for him. To allow him to go deeper until you’re gripping the sheets and seeing stars. 

“Fuck, that’s my girl.” 

By the time he pulls himself from your wetness, his fist moving against his cock fast and hard, your arousal still slick against him, making the lewd noise burn your cheeks. Your body heating back up as you watch his brow furrow. “Look at me, baby, look,” he says breathless as he paints the mound of your pussy with his come. You know reason will never mean anything. You’re his, and when he calls, you’ll come running each and every time. 

[dollfacefantasy]

SLATED FOR SURRENDER ♡

pairing: satoru gojo x fem!reader x suguru geto

summary: satoru and suguru know you hate being excluded more than anything. that's why tying you up and leaving you to watch them have fun seems like the perfect punishment when you misbehave.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, blowjobs, threesome, bondage, neglect kink, praise/degradation

kinktober slot: day 3 - bondage

"Ow, Satoru! You're tying them too tight!" you whine, squirming as one of your boyfriends binds your hands together behind your back.

His nimble fingers tie the rope into tight knots around your wrists. Your legs had already been taken care of, the same material keeping your calves attached to your thighs while you sat on your knees.

"It's a punishment. Not exactly supposed to be a paradigm of comfort," he retorts, giving the restraints a sharp tug.

You go to whine again, but your other boyfriend cuts you off.

"Ease up, Satoru. She'll be miserable enough from everything else," Suguru commands from where he stands at the foot of the bed.

Playfully scoffing, Satoru's eyebrows raise. "Going soft on her?" he teases.

"Keep running that mouth, and I'll tie you up right next to her," Suguru smirks.

Grinning, the light-haired man finishes tying the rope into place, and then gives you a loud, wet kiss on the cheek. You squirm and make a face, pulling away as much as you can without toppling over. Satoru cackles at your discomfort and prances over to Suguru. He snakes behind the other man and rests his chin on his shoulder.

"Isn't she precious?" he coos obnoxiously.

Suguru continues to act unamused by his counterpart's antics, but a little smile worms its way onto his face.

"Of course she is," he agrees, "Wrapped up for us like a little present."

You feel your cheeks heating up from the way they talk about you, the words so condescending but enticing. Arousal had already begun gathering between your thighs when the rough bindings slid around your limbs. Their tones only made it worse.

Casually, Suguru begins removing his top. He pulls the loose, black garment over his broad shoulders, his dark locks swishing with the movement. The shirt falls to the floor and leaves his toned chest and abdomen exposed to your eyes.

"Already getting down to it? Alright," Satoru says with a big, cocky grin. He starts stripping his own clothes away as Suguru's eyes flit between the two of you.

They'd already undressed you before tying you up. You kneel completely bare to them in the center of your shared bed. Your nipples stood perky and eager for their attention; your eyes glazed over with desire.

And it's obvious to them. That's why they mock you so.

"Well if our little brat thinks she can have fun on her own, it's only fair that we show her we can do the same," Suguru says, voice cool and smooth.

"I didn't mean to!" you defend.

"Oh, come on. At least keep your dignity," Satoru taunts, "You didn't mean to put your hand in your pants? Didn't mean to start rubbing that pretty little pussy? Didn't mean to start cryin' out 'Toru! Sugu! oh it feels soooooo good.'"

He mimics your tone and exaggerates his expression before breaking into another fit of laughter. Your lip wobbles in a pout.

"He's telling the truth, sweetheart," Suguru chides, "Don't lie or you'll only get yourself in more trouble. You know you're not supposed to play without us, but you did it anyway."

"But you don't have to be mean to me about it," you whimper, trying to sound as pathetic as possible in a bid for mercy.

It doesn't land.

Satoru's smile grows wider and more devious while Suguru continues to look smug.

"We're not being mean. We're correcting your bad behavior. You know we still love you," the dark-haired man says.

With that, he turns his head and locks Satoru in a kiss. The other man moans lowly and eagerly reciprocates. He puts his arms around Suguru, deepening the exchange. You're forced to watch your two lovers be so affectionate without you.

Hands roam over each other's bodies. Soft sighs puff out against their faces. Satoru's bright blue eyes peek open to glance over at you, the glimmer of arrogance shining out at you.

They pull back a bit, still going in for little pecks. Suguru noses at his cheek and leaves a few smooches there as well.

"I want you to get me ready for her," he murmurs, low enough that you can't hear it.

You don't see the way Satoru's eyes glimmer either. He chuckles against Suguru's neck and traces his tongue over the contour of his throat. His movements begin trailing downward, lips gliding over his collarbone and across his chest. Each kiss is open-mouthed, needy, full of adoration for the other man's sculpted figure. He continues South to his v-line, pulling down his boxers and kissing to the base of his cock.

Wrapping his hand around it first, he gives a few strokes. He beckons it to rise to full attention, watching in awe as it fills out like he hadn't seen it happen hundreds of times before. Tentatively, he brings the tip to his lips. He drags it back and forth across the soft skin. His lips occasionally pucker into a kiss on the slit.

He keeps this teasing up for the purpose of torturing you. As much as you want to, you can't tear your eyes away from the pair of them, and he knows that. The sooner he gets to blowing Suguru, the sooner the teasing would be over, and Satoru was never one to long for that unless he was the victim.

"Toru," you plead, tone whiny and full of need.

He chuckles against the dick at his mouth but lets Suguru handle you. The man above's pupils flit to you, a concoction of sinister lust swirling within them.

"You wanna keep being a bad girl and see where that gets you?" he says, the lilt in his voice making it clear it would get you nothing good.

"I'm not-" you whimper before being promptly cut off.

"Only bad girls interrupt. So tell me, do you want to keep being bad?"

Instead of verbalizing your agreement, you shake your head. Suguru accepts it, knowing being excluded makes you pouty. Sometimes he'd make you use your words, but he lets the silent promise fly for now. He didn't think you'd be interjecting again.

Down below on his knees, Satoru continues to lavish attention on the cock before him.

"S'pretty. Big and warm," he mumbles before finally parting his lips and engulfing the head. He sucks it inside, flicking his tongue gently.

"The perfect size for your mouth," Suguru sighs. 

One of his hands finds the back of Satoru's head, urging him to take it deeper. He responds by bobbing a little bit, still doing a bit of teasing on his own to Suguru. This was as much as he could get away with.

Fingers clasp the snowy locks between them, pulling tenderly and causing the man on his knees to whimper. It's the feeling he needs to convince him to actually start.

He slides his head forward, taking the shaft into his mouth. It's heavy on his tongue, nice and thick. He moves in even closer so that it's heading towards his throat. Satoru was a pro at this by now, knew just how to hollow his cheeks and breathe through his nose. Knew all Suguru's favorite moves.

Moving in until a soft gag tickles the back of his throat, Satoru holds himself there for a moment. The point of his nose brushes against the coarse, black hair that lies there. He tilts his head as much as he can in this position, looking up at Suguru with his icy eyes watering and full of love. Suguru takes his bottom lip between his teeth and loosens his hold on Satoru's head. His hand sweeps over the soft tresses.

"Good boy. Always taking it so well for me," he coos.

That earns a satisfied moan out of Satoru. Suguru can feel the delicate vibrations reverberating around his length. Then Satoru pulls back, feeling content with the praise he received. He takes a quick breather. His hand jerks Suguru's length for the moments it's missing his mouth.

He then goes back in and bobs his head at a faster pace. He slurps noisily and allows his pretty eyes to fall shut.

Your expression is becoming more agitated by the second. This was cruel and unusual. Way beyond what your crime deserved. Bound and left to suffer alone. It's hard to hold in your protests and complaints, but you manage. You didn't want to risk this spanning longer than it had to.

Suguru's lust-lidded eyes float up to your form on the bed. He can see the shine of slick coating your inner thighs, his cock kicking in Satoru's mouth at the thought. He knows you're struggling, but he doesn't say anything yet. Continuing to pet his boyfriend's hair as he sucks him off, he lets you marinate in your punishment a little longer.

After letting Satoru enjoy himself for a few more suckles, he guides him off and back to his feet.

"Think she's waited long enough?" he asks.

Satoru feigns a small pout. "I don't know... she doesn't seem very sorry."

"I am!" you say quickly, eyes wide and begging.

Both of their faces set into smug looks. They approach the bed, dividing their pair into two as they each head to their own side.

"What'd I say about interrupting?" Suguru teases.

"I- I didn't. You guys were done," you protest.

"Were we? That's not really for you to decide," Satoru says opposite him. Your head whips back and forth. Like a game of mean kids throwing the ball to each other over your head, you try to keep up with being in the middle.

"You were," you try again before just giving up, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

Low laughter sounds on both sides of you, and you feel your body burning up with embarrassment. Suguru reaches out for you from where he stands. He drags you close to him, laying kisses upon your neck once your back and arms rest flush against his chest.

"You're right. You didn't," he mumbles against your skin, "If you did, I would've just let Satoru finish me off. Wouldn't do what I'm about to."

Confusion clouds your mind for a second, but any question you had is answered the moment he pushes you forward and your cheek hits the blankets.

Suguru stares at your exposed cunt for a moment, taking in how soaked you'd become from watching. He drags two of his fingers over your slit. Your sticky nectar coats his fingertips.

"Pretty girl. You're aching for some attention, aren't you?" he coos.

"Yes," you whimper, "I'm so sorry. I'll never do it again, just please-"

Your words morph into a squeak when you feel the leaky, wet tip of his cock pushing at your hole. Squirming a bit out of instinct, your restraints keep you pliant and in place for Suguru to fill completely.

A whine bubbles from your lips, drifting out into the lustful air of the bedroom. He slides with no resistance. You were eager to take him, your walls already doing their best to suck him in further.  

"That's it," you hear him mutter from behind.  

His hand comes to the place where your wrists meet at the small of your back. He hooks his fingers over the strong rope and gives a little tug. You hiss at the jolting movement, but it drags you further back onto his cock so you can't complain too much.

"Please, Sugu... need it so bad," you plead.

He responds with a deep grind of his hips. Your eyes roll back, and you turn your face more against the mattress.

"I got it, baby. You just take it like a good girl," he directs before pulling his hips back and snapping them forward.

That's when he starts to fuck you. Your body bounces on the bed, hips involuntarily meeting his thrusts with each rock. He had you like a puppet on a string because of your bindings. Tugging the rope brought your upper body toward him, easing up on it dropped you back down.

His cock feels so fucking good after being teased for so long. You're tempted to get lost in the sensation, but you can't because as you're about to, a hand cups your jaw and tilts your head upward.

Satoru grins down at you. At some point, he'd removed his boxers too because his long length stands proud before you, drippy and hard.

"Don't forget about me, princess. You wouldn't want anyone being excluded, right?" he says.

You open your mouth to argue with him, but before you can get a word out, he slides his shaft right in between your lips.

You practically choke on it, a flood of warm tears lining the edges of your eyes. He laughs at how you sputter. You're still moaning from Suguru drilling you seconds later, so he knows you can't be too upset.

"What was that? Couldn't understand you," he mocks, "You know you're not supposed to talk when your mouth is full."

You glare up at him, but seconds later, you begin to reluctantly suck anyway. The sight of your defiant eyes looking at him while you took his cock nearly had Satoru cumming on the spot. His palm cups the back of your head for support while you gargle and whimper around him.

Suguru continues pounding against your ass. His grip on the rope tightens as the coils in his belly do. He could barely stand seeing you like this without blowing his load. Completely at their mercy, unable to do anything but take what they give you. Fuck. He wasn't going to last much longer.

His free hand smacks your ass, a loud clap ringing through the bedroom. You whine, but it doesn't deter your work on Satoru any. You're still determined to get his cock as far down your throat as possible. As much as he could annoy you, you never got tired of sucking on his pretty shaft.

"Fuck, baby..." the man in your mouth groans, tilting his head back.

"Such a good girl, being so good for me and Satoru," Suguru praises.

You nod as best you can. It was getting harder to focus on Satoru when Suguru's dick was sending sparks of straight ecstasy up your spine with every thrust.

He can feel you getting tighter, and he knows the end is approaching. Your whimpers rise in pitch, and more drool leaks from your mouth, smearing against Satoru's pelvis. The other man's hips twitch as well. Soon you'd all arrive at the high.

Satoru's the first to go. His hips buck forward without restraint. The sudden motion nearly lodges him in your esophagus, but he couldn't help it. He holds your head there against his body as he drains himself in your mouth, whimpering the whole time. He cums so fucking much you can barely take it. Your head shifts with the urge to pull back, but he doesn't let you till he's absolutely finished.

You gasp for air once you're finally allowed that privilege. Having swallowed as much of his release as you could, some still dribbles from your lips.

Satoru sinks over to the unoccupied top of the bed, watching lazily as you and Suguru keep at it. You look absolutely wrecked, but that doesn't stop the man inside you from thrusting as hard as physically possible.

He yanks you back up to him by the ropes, his other arm snaking around to your front. His hand wraps around your throat. The position keeps your head right next to his, letting him hear every single sound you make. He lets go of the ropes and uses those fingers to twirl around your clit, which earns him a whole new symphony of whimpers.

"See? Isn't it much better when I do it for you?" he grunts, still drawing back to the initial reason for your bindings.

"Uh- uh huh," you choke out.

"That's right," he says.

He's about to ask if you're gonna cum, if you're gonna squeeze around him and milk him dry. But you beat him to it.

Your release slams into you like a bullet train, blowing you away and nearly making you black out. You shriek and convulse in his hold. His fingers never stop flicking at your sensitive bundle of nerves. They keep going back and forth until your body quakes in random intervals.

You're practically limp, only supported by the muscular arms of your boyfriend. He holds his hips against your ass when he cums. A harsh sigh puffs from his lips, and he buries his face against your neck. He loses himself in your warmth as he spills himself inside you.

His chest puffs against your back as you both ride out the pleasure. Satoru watches from where he rests against some pillows, basking in the beauty of his lovers.

When you both start to come down, Suguru untangles from you and pulls out slowly. You topple forward onto the bed, eyes drooping shut with contented exhaustion. You're ready to drift off, but the feeling of your body being moved around prevents you from doing so.

Suguru's fingers work on untying Satoru's knots, a more frustrating task than he'd like to admit. Meanwhile, by your head, Satoru leans over and kisses behind your ear onto your cheek.

"You still there, baby?" he asks, so softly you barely recognized he was the same person from a few minutes ago.

His long fingers brush against your cheek while he nuzzles his nose against your own. "Think you should take a bath before you knock out. You might be a little sore from the rope," he coaxes.

"I'm only gonna be sore cause you tied it too tight," you respond, shooting him a little side eye.

He laughs, already starting to help you up despite your non-answer. "Is that right? Guess I'll have to make it up to you somehow, maybe let you and Suguru tie me up next," he says, his voice low and playful.

Suguru shakes his head in amusement. "Just focus on her for right now," he says, also guiding you to the bathroom. Though the idea sounded good, it would be something the three of you decided on later when you all weren't thoroughly worn out.

[oni-gory]

The Abyss Prince’s Toy

ᡣ𐭩 characters: Abyss! Aether x afab reader

ᡣ𐭩 cw: minor writing smut, exhibitionism, cockwarming, breeding, noncon, dom Aether, degradation, dead dove do not eat

ᡣ𐭩 notes: The things I would let this man do to me… (,,>﹏<,,)

Aether had claimed you as his toy, his plaything a while ago. He had basically kidnapped you one day and ever since then, you were at his mercy. Aether could do anything he wanted to you, and you couldn’t do anything about it. Well… You definitely tried.

Today you had planned yet another escape, waiting until all of the abyss members were sleeping so you could silently sneak out of the “room” they forced you into. There was a key to the room that you stole from an Abyss Herald, using it to unlock the door. Then you silently walked through the halls, trying to be as quiet as possible. You were almost there, almost by a doorway when suddenly… Someone grabbed you by the back of your shirt, tugging you backwards.

Your heart sank as you stood there, frozen, too afraid to look back and see who caught you. "It seems like my toy is out of their box. Tsk, tsk, tsk.." Aether said, gripping your shirt roughly. "L-Let me go!" You exclaimed, trying to pull away from him but those efforts failed miserably. He smirked before dragging you through the halls, your shirt pulling against your neck and making it hard to breathe. You coughed and flailed around in an attempt to grab anything you could. "Stop struggling. You’ll only make the punishment worse." He said sternly. Aether eventually dragged you into his personal bedroom, which was extremely lavish.

He threw you onto his bed, watching as you tried to crawl off frantically. "No… This is what happens to bad toys who don’t obey." Aether grabbed your legs and made you stay put with one hand while he used his other hand to remove your pants. Your eyes filled with fear when he did this, trying to get away more desperately than before. But you couldn’t. His grip was stupidly strong. You knew that you couldn’t escape, and he knew as well.

"No, please! I’ll— I’ll listen, I swear!” You begged, but your words fell upon deaf ears as Aether pushed your panties to the side to get a better view of your cunt. Despite your distain of him, you were already wet. "Hm. For someone so reluctant, you seem quite… ready for me." He stated with a grin before pushing his slim fingers inside of you. Your legs closed as you whimpered and twitched, your breathing choking up. "Nuo.. stap i-iTt-!" You whimpered with a messy moan, making Aether feel aroused already.

He pushed your legs apart to continue his assault on your pussy, fingerfucking you faster by the second. You convulsed and moaned louder, loud enough to wake up all of the abyss members. But every time you’d almost reach your orgasm, Aether would stop, stare at you for a few seconds, then he’d start again rougher than before. Even though you hated Aether more than anything, you found yourself begging him for more. "N-nooo… l-let me c-cUh~��cum.!" Those words made the Abyss prince as hard as a rock. Watching you slowly break and become desperate for him was so satisfying.

Aether pulled his fingers out of you slowly, making you feel empty and even more desperate than before. You looked up at him with teary eyes, rubbing your legs together in an attempt to get some, any friction. "Noo.. This is a punishment, you fucking slut." He said, pushing your legs apart once again. Aether pulled you closer to the edge of the bed as he removed his pants. He gripped his hard cock while looking down at you. You tried to crawl back, slightly scared to have something so big inside of you. But your efforts failed, Aether grabbed your waist to keep you in place.

Aether lined his cock up with your pussy before slamming it inside of you, making you gasp and arch your back for a moment. You let out a few chocked out sobs, trying to make him stop so you could catch your breath. But Aether just grabbed your legs, placing them on his shoulders so he could pound into you deeper. When he started fucking you so roughly, you couldn’t stop yourself from sobbing and moaning as if you were dying. Your eyes rolled back into your head and your back arched. "T-tuoo.. too ha—hard~!! StaaPp~!" You exclaimed, your cunt tightening on his dick while he continued fucking your brains out.

"This is what happens when you try to leave… I’ll fuck you harder" he pounded into you. "and harder" he pounded his cock in your pussy once again. "every time." He stated. You ended up cumming, your back arched and your breathing heavy. Once you came, Aether started going harder than before. You gasped and your eyes filled with tears, gripping the bedsheets. Aether didn’t stop fucking you until you came three more times, and once you came for the third time, the Abyss Prince filled you with his cum. You felt your pussy get coated with his seed, making you whimper. Then Aether pulled out, letting your legs drop off his shoulder. His cum slowly seeped out of your cunt, and you sat there breathless. Aether didn’t even give you any aftercare, well he never did.

[girlgenius1111]

like you mean it

18+

smut :)

reader comes home from several weeks away visiting her family for the holidays, and with a desire that only Patri can satisfy.

You were sure you'd never wanted someone this bad in your life. Since getting together, you and Patri hadn't spent much time apart. It had only been a few months, and there were a couple international breaks, but generally, you spent most of your time together. Which was making the multiple weeks spent apart over the holidays that much harder.

You grabbed your bag from baggage claim, pulling out your phone to call your girlfriend, and see which door she was at. Before you could, though, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around, distracted, doing a double take when you saw Patri standing behind you, a big grin on her face.

"Hola hermosa," she smiled. Your shock gave way to joy, and you threw your arms around her. She caught you easily, laughing lightly in your ear. "I missed you too," she mumbled in your ear. You loved being back in her arms, feeling her steady body against yours, holding tight. She pulled away and kissed you, more of a peck on your lips than anything else, and you frowned slightly.

"We're in public, bonita, I don't want to start something I can't finish," she told you, winking. Not wanting to waste any more time, you turned, tugging her along with you. Patri laughed, partly at your determination, and partly at the fact that you were taking charge and had no idea where she had parked.

The car ride home was by no means quiet, tension still there, but depleted as you guys caught up on all the stuff you'd missed since you'd been gone. Patri was calm, and being around her almost instantly calmed you in turn. You still wanted to rip her clothes off, but you enjoyed the domesticity of the moment, her driving, holding your hand, looking over to smile at you every so often. Still, you had one goal in mind, and you scrambled out of the car and over to the door as soon as she pulled in, waiting impatiently as she insisted on getting your bag for you.

The minute you were through the door, you were pulling your bag out of her hand and tossing it aside, wrapping your arms around her neck, and pulling her in for a deep, dirty kiss. You pressed your mouth to hers hungrily, tongue pushing past her lips as soon as they parted.

"Missed you," you mumbled against her face. She pulled back slightly, smirking at the way you chased her lips.

"You missed me? What did you miss?" she asked playfully, running a hand lightly up and down your side, just barely grazing the side of your breast.

"Don't fucking tease me," you said breathlessly, before pressing your lips to her throat, sucking a mark into the skin. She inhaled sharply, before pulling you away again.

"Why? Are you all needy for me, bonita?"

"Si," you responded, blinking up at her. You weren't trying to hide how desperate you were, not at all. You knew how much she liked to see you like this, knew how much it got to her. Her eyes darkened, and she pulled on your hand, tugging you into the bedroom. She pushed you onto the bed, crawling on top of you.

Patri leaned down, kissing you sensually, and you let out an embarrassingly affected moan. She moved her lips to your ear, tugging lightly on the lobe with her teeth.

"Let me take care of you?" she asked, the midfielder's words a hot whisper against your ear. You nodded eagerly in response. "Yeah? You want me to make you feel good?"

You could only whine in response, your hips pressing up into hers. You were sure you were soaked, the words whispered in your ear only making it worse. Patri sat back, getting off of you completely. You looked at her questioningly.

"Take off your clothes," she told you, looking down at you with anticipation clear on her face, as she removed her own. You obeyed, tugging your shirt and bra off, before working your pants off your legs. Patri evidently got impatient, getting undressed before you, as she pulled your pants off the rest of your legs, pushing a hand against your chest to make you lay down, and immediately settling in between your thighs.

Patri normally took her time with you, enjoying watching you fall apart slowly at her touch. She didn't seem to be in a patient enough mood for that though, as she leaned down, running her tongue through your core.

"Fuck," you sighed, finally feelings some relief from the ache that had been plaguing you for days. Patri didn't focus her attention anywhere specific, instead switching in between licking and sucking, moving her mouth from your clit to your entrance. You could hear her move her mouth against you, already dripping.

"Did you touch yourself while you were gone?" The midfielder asked, pulling back slightly to delicately run a finger over your folds, careful not to apply much pressure to your rapidly swelling clit. You were only slightly breathless, but you had to focus in order to answer her.

"Tried, couldn't finish," you responded, voice faint. Her eyes flashed up to you then, and you leaned up onto your elbows, looking down at her.

"You couldn't come without me?" she asked, seeming surprised, but slightly smug. You responded in the affirmative and she really did smirk then, applying more pressure with her finger. It was barely anything, but still, you twitched under her, desperate for more.

"No wonder you're so needy. Don't worry, bonita, I'll take care of it for you. You just lay back and relax," she said soothingly, and you listened, laying back on the bed with a sigh. You loved how Patri was during sex. Always sweet, always loving, yet still relentless, willing to go until you physically couldn't anymore.

She connected her mouth back against you, flicking her tongue over your bundle of nerves. She took you to the brink with those motions, which admittedly didn't take long, before pulling back. You whimpered your complaint, and she shushed you, running a finger through your wetness and easing it into you.

"Look at you, opening up for me so well," she cooed against your core, adding another finger in before setting an achingly slow pace. Her motions were perfect, everything about it was perfect. The feeling of her hot exhales on your core, the sounds her fingers made as they pumped in and out of you.

You couldn't come from just this, though, something you were both aware of. Patri had tried, but you weren't able to get there until she touched your clit. So, as Patri continued to infuriatingly ignore where you needed her most, instead focusing on the sight of her fingers sliding in and out of your dripping pussy, you grew frustrated. You'd waited, you'd been patient. You didn't need her to tease you, you wanted her to make you come. Now. As many times as possible, until you no longer felt like you were going to explode.

"Baby, please," you whined, thrusting your lower body up towards her face. Apparently, she'd just been waiting for you to ask, because the next second, her mouth was back on you, tongue moving quickly back and forth over your clit.

"Jesus Patri, just like that, please don't stop," you cried, trying to hold your hips still. She hummed against you, sending vibrations through you. She worked you up, not stopping this time, as your movements in time with her motions grew jerky, and you clutched tightly at the duvet cover, back arching slightly.

You came with a loud groan, whole body tensing as Patri fucked you through it, only pulling her fingers out when your walls had relaxed around them. She didn't stop her tongue though, continuing to move the tip of her tongue back and forth, not really letting you come down from the first orgasm. You weren't really sure where the first one ended, and the second one began, but you quickly became overstimulated, hips jerking a second time, as you rolled away from your girlfriend, pushing her head away.

She pulled away, gripping your hips in her hands, and pulling you back onto your back as she crawled back up your body, placing her lips on your open mouth. You closed your eyes, returning the kiss, and feeling her settle over you, mouth moving in sync with hers. You could taste yourself on her lips, and as your lips smacked against each other, you tangled your fingers in her hair, pulling her ever closer.

It was a soft kiss, one that expressed how much you had both missed each other. You broke away when she brought a hand up, running it over your nipple. She increased the pressure of her movements until she was pinching the hardened tip in between her fingers. She repeated the same process over your other nipple, moving her hips to such mark after mark into your neck.

Patri knew exactly when you were ready for her again, as you begin to grind against her leg from underneath her. She smirked against your neck, before she sat up, maneuvering you to sit in between her legs, as she laid back against the pillows. You were resting back against her chest, and she continued to move her hands up and down your abdomen, teasing you. Your head was resting back on her shoulder, enjoying her motions.

Before you could complain about her teasing, though, she was grabbing one of your hands, guiding it between your legs. Confused, you opened your eyes, looking up at the side of her face. She didn't look at you, instead focusing on her hand dragging yours through your folds. Soon, though, she dropped your hand, placing one on each thigh and spreading your legs farther.

"I want you to touch yourself," she whispered in your ear," until you come."

"Patri, I can't," you argued. You'd tried, really tried. Nothing could come close to the feelings of Patri's hands on you, though, the feeling of her tongue running through you, her fingers or her strap pumping in and out of you. You weren't eager to get that frustrated again.

"Prove it," she told you, hands remaining on your thighs. You sighed, halfheartedly beginning to circle your clit with your fingers. You were so wet, you could barely get any friction. You were clearly not putting much effort in, hoping she would get bored, and take back over.

"Like you mean it, bonita," she warned, softly kissing the side of your head. Her eyes were fixed intently on your hands, watching as you began to work a little harder. You moved your fingers with more purpose, getting them in the exact right spot and rubbing hard. There was something about Patri watching you that made it hotter, and you felt yourself getting worked up fast. As you worked, you shut your eyes, trying to focus. Patri was no help, only watching as her hands sat, completely still, on your legs, holding them open.

You continued for another couple minutes, until you were grinding up into your hand. You got close, flicking your clit almost frantically. You hit a wall though, unable to get yourself over the edge. After another full minute of harsh motions, you let your hand still with a frustrated sigh. You normally could come fast from just stimulation there, but you'd proven yourself right, unable to finish without Patri's help.

Tilting your head up again, you looked at her expectantly. You'd tried, she couldn't argue with that. She looked to be considering for a moment, before she brought a hand to your core, lazily dragging a finger through. Her touch was so much more electric, and your hips jumped at the contact.

"You're so wet, bonita. I know you can do it, come on. Use both hands this time," she told you, withdrawing her own hand as you groaned in annoyance. You did as she requested though, not wasting any time before you pushed 2 fingers into yourself, curling them against your spot, and resuming your earlier motions with your hardened nub. It didn't take much time before you were close again.

You could feel how wet you were, how easily your fingers pumped in and out. Your walls were tightening and loosening around them, and you moved faster, pushing deeper, until you were crying out in your girlfriend's ear.

"That's it, baby, just like that," Patri cooed. At the sound of her voice, though, you were reminded of her existence, pressed up against you, hands on your thighs, and it slipped away from you again. This time, you let out a frustrated sob, turning your face into Patri's neck. Patri nudged you back out of your hiding spot, chuckling lightly at your annoyance.

"Okay, bonita, relax," she told you, tugging your hands away from your core, and replacing them with her own. Her touch was exactly what you needed; she knew where to press, she knew precisely what you needed, more than even you did.

She worked you up slower than you'd been doing, although her 2 fingers slid into you with no resistance. She'd had an idea partway through your little performance, and she was interested to see if she could make it happen.

Instead of focusing on her speed, she focused on her depth, pushing in farther than normal, and making sure to run her fingers against your spot every time. At the same time, she brought her other hand to toy with your clit again, two fingers rubbing hard against it. It was more swollen than she'd ever felt it, and she only felt sympathy when she imagined how turned on you were. She fingered you slowly, her fingers making obscenely wet sounds when they moved in and out. Your hips met her every movement.

You felt your orgasm growing in you again, slower this time, but more intense. You didn't know what Patri was trying to do to you, because you'd told her before that you couldn't squirt. She was a woman with a mission though, apparently very pleased that you couldn't get off without her, and was determined to make this the best orgasm of your life.

You couldn't lie, though, and say that this one didn't feel different, because it did. Your moans had quieted into little whimpers, and Patri had to lace her legs around yours to pull them back open, where they unconsciously closed around her hands. She was working you toward the edge, slowly and steadily, and the feeling of arousal tightened in your abdomen, until you were clenching hard on her fingers, body tensing and twitching on top of Patri's.

"Baby- oh god," you managed to cry out, feeling the wave of pleasure begin to crest.

"There you go," Patri said, and the sound of her low voice in your ear pushed you the rest of the way over the edge. Your juices splashed out around her fingers, and she didn't relent, moving her other hand faster against your clit until the force of the liquid pushed her fingers out of your cunt. You were switching between cursing and crying out Patri's name, eyes shut tight as you felt pleasure like you'd never felt it before.

"Just like that, come all over my fingers," Patri told you, eyes wide and fixed on your core as her motions against your clit still didn't let up, and you squirted again. This time, your hands found her arm, digging your nails in as you spasmed on top of your girlfriend, legs fighting hers to close. It was too much, achingly too much stimulation, and at your insistence, Patri pulled her hand away, wrapping her arms instead around your stomach, and pulling you closer against her.

"My good girl, coming so pretty for me," she said, and you whimpered again, overcome with pleasure and affection. You moved on top of her, turning until your body was laying flush on top of hers, burying your face in her neck. She laughed at how breathless, how mindless, you were, hands holding tightly to her as if she was going to disappear.

Once your body had stopped shaking slightly, as she gently played with your hair, you felt her speak under you, chest vibrating with her words.

"Good, bonita?" she asked, and you almost laughed.

"So good," you responded, unable to really say much of anything else.

"You're so pretty when you touch yourself, bonita, we're going to have to solve this little problem of yours," she replied smugly, and you groaned, pushing your face farther into her neck, knowing that when Patri decided on something, she didn't stop until she got it. You didn't expect this to be any different.

[blacknailsandheartbreak]

Imagine coming home late all beat up after running into trouble leaving work and Zuko is trying his best to help, but also being Zuko.

WE HAVE A WINNER!

Let's pay the poll toll! Our prompt winner is "it's three in the morning." There sure was a close running for the most part but it came out on top! I might have slipped in another prompt in there ;)

This one is more fluffy/ protective BUT... there might be something some might call smutty on its way soon with the same prompt cuz I know what you babes want ;)

Anywho, so basically you have a late close at the tea shop and run into trouble on your way home but through it all you gain a new pal on the way home, when you get home Zuko is super concerned and worried about you.

~1500 word count, there is mention of blood and cuts and whatnot, but also fluffy protection, so beware, and enjoy :)

You limped down the dark street, coming up to your apartment, you couldn’t believe you made it back. Your head hurts so bad you could swear the throbbing it produced was visible. You felt a drip come from your nose and you wiped it away with your free hand. Red. You groan and wipe it on your black pants. Your ribs were so sore, you could peel over any second. You took a look at the small dog you hold in your other arm against your side. “What do you think Zuko’s gonna say when we walk in?” You humor the small animal. It looks at you with the literal definition of puppy eyes, you look ahead and give its head a small pat.

You walk up to the apartment door and open it. Inside, Zuko shoots up sitting on the couch, he had fallen asleep. He half looks over his shoulder, “Hey, I was getting worried.” he said, trying to wake himself as if he wasn't out cold, you walk towards him. He begins to fully turn around, “Did you have to stay later at the tea shop-” and as soon as his eyes find you he immediately stands up, "Holy shit-". You walked over to him and handed him the dog, “Can you hold this please.” Zuko took the dog dumbly as you walked towards the bathroom. “UM- What the hell happened?? Are you ok??” He put the dog down and his eyes followed you as you disappeared into the bathroom, you didn’t answer, you went to open the mirror to grab the first aid, but your reflection grabbed you first. Zuko appeared in the doorway, “Hello?? I need you to answer me!?” You looked at your reflection and you looked so much worse than you thought. There were scrapes all around your face and was a deep cut through the top of your right eyebrow, the blood streamed down and in your eye, blood smudged across your face and below your nose. There was a gash on your lip which left a trail of blood down your chin. You instinctively lifted your shirt off and you winced, getting caught mid way with sharp pains that halted your motions. “Please, help me.” You asked weakly and Zuko was already assisting you. Your shirt is pulled free and you take a look at your sides, along your ribs are already a dark purple and blue. You groan and begin to remove your pants, the sides of your thighs bruised as well, but not as bad, but the slashed wound in the back of your right calf was the piece on top of the cake.

“Holy shit…” Zuko repeated, “What happened?” You leaned against the counter and sighed, standing bare in your underclothing. Zuko put a gentle hand against your back, for comfort or for his fear of you passing out. You started slowly by grabbing a cloth and wetting it, you started by wiping the cuts, it hurt bad. Zuko gently took the cloth from you and offered to do it for you, you did not protest and took a seat on the nearby stool. “I was coming back home from closing the tea shop, and I walked past this alley- Ahh-!!” You were cut off by Zuko wiping the cold damp cloth across a cut, “Sorry…” he replied softly, and went to wipe some of the dried smudged blood away. You took a deep breath and continued, “I walked past this alley and I heard these two guys picking on what I thought was some kid or- something…” You grit your teeth and wince once again at the cold stinging sensation that seems to almost shut down all your senses, or what's left at this point. “I told them to knock it off and when I approached them, there were actually four of them… and they were beating on the dog… and that made me mad. What cowards they were to pick on such a small innocent thing. Something that cannot… fight back or tell anyone-'' Zuko cut you off, rinsing the cloth, his anger slipping through, “Are you serious?? You risked your life for that dog?! All of this over a dog??!” You look at him, you look deep in his eyes. “Yes,” You replied coldly, “I did.” Zuko grabbed the bridge of his nose and groaned your name in frustration, “You cannot do this kind of stuff! Spirits! You were going to get yourself killed over that damn dog!” You eyed up Zuko as he added "What on earth were you thinking going down that ally so late?!" You had no clue how to answer, "it's three in the morning." He said through his teeth, you had enough, you shot up and Zuko immediately held out his hands because the sway that moved your body seemed more concerning to him then to you, “Don’t you dare tell me what to do, I did well by my conscience and I made it home.” You sternly said, “You barely made it home.” Zuko replied in the same cool tone. While you tried to hold eye contact, you started to lose balance and lean onto his outstretched arms. “Hey, hey, sit down.” Zuko said, “Bite me.” You replied trying to push past him in this blurry state you were in and out of, but to no avail. “If you insist, but you're quite the mouthful.” Zuko quietly remarked as he led you back down to the stool, grabbing the cool cloth and placing it on your forehead. “Come on, keep your eyes open, you cannot sleep, you probably have a concussion.” He said trying to keep you awake, “Zuko,” You said in a worried tone, he looked at you to continue, “I told them to leave it alone and walk away. But they recognized me…” I felt Zuko freeze, “They recognized you?” He asked. “They taunted me, talking about the tea shop, how they constantly see me there. But I’ve never seen them… I didn’t recognize them, Zuko.” You said. Zuko thought for a moment and replied “Don’t worry about anything. You're back home safe and I’m going to take care of you.” And that is what he did, he used the cloth to remove the dried and smeared blood, then he helped you out of your underclothes as he ran you a bath to relax your bruised mussels in and to wash the rest of the dirt, cuts and scrapes. He sat on the stool next to the tub and helped you wash beyond where your sore muscles constricted your movement. Once you were cleaned, Zuko added some new warm water, he set the bucket down and pushed some damp hair behind your ear. You welcomed his touch as you laid in the tub.

"I'm sorry for being so harsh earlier," Zuko started, "I'm so sorry. I was so worried and if only I hadn't have fallen asleep-'' You stopped him there, "No, don't say that, don't go down that road." you warned him. "No, if I was awake, I would have noticed the time and gone looking for you. I would have." You look at him with stern eyes, "Don't blame yourself, this isn't on you." You said shortly. Zuko looked at you with a gaze you so often saw and said "If I could take all your pain, all your cuts and bruises, I would in a heartbeat. you are a good soul, many people would have just kept walking." You hold his eyes, taking in his words, "I don't think you would have." You told him, "I think you would have helped too." He gives you a half hearted smile. "You think too good of me." He replied softly, and after a moment he added "Ok how about we get you dried off? It didn't look like anything needed stitches so I can bandage you up, we will have Katara look at you in the morning. I think you need some time to relax." You felt a lump in your throat rise with emotion as it was a sweet thing to consider. Just you and him for the next bit cooling down and relaxing. You nodded and tried to position yourself as best you could as Zuko reached in and basically picked you up out of the tub. You sat in the towel as Zuko bandaged up your calf, and the cut on your face. He picked you up once again and sat with you on the couch, making you both some warm tea and hoping to keep you up and talking until the early morning when he could fetch Katara for more help. But until that point he would sit with you and do what he could.

[ragnvindrgf]

i love nerdy ajax <3

☆ pairings: tutor!childe x bimbo!reader

☆ warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it fellas), creampie, reader refers to childe as ajax, not totally proofread

ajax watches as you idly flip the pages in the near 10 pound textbook on marine biology, clearly not even pretending to at least skim the pages. this was going nowhere. 

“so, uh, valentine's day is coming up. any plans?”

you roll your eyes, “valentine's Day is just a commercial scam. i don't waste my time on that lovey-dovey crap.”

“oh, well, i was just curious. anyway, let's focus on these aquatic biomes.” 

you sigh and turn to look at the ginger next to you and pause. ajax’s eyes are shifting between everything in the room, the damn textbook, the wall, the door, everything but you. you weren’t unaware of the effect you had on guys, what with your tiny tube tops, miniskirts and shiny lip glosses.  unfortunately, there was more to life than shiny and revealing clothes and you desperately needed to pass this marine bio midterm. so, you enlisted the help of ajax, the nervous mess next to you, he’s top of the class and surprisingly not at all bad looking. easily over 6 ft, lean build, bright orange hair that was messy but like in a good way, and god those gorgeous blue eyes. 

“y’know, you're cute, ajax. maybe there's more to you than just textbooks.” you rest your chin on your hand and peer at him.

“um. what?” ajax’s brain nearly short circuits at the fact that the very hot girl next to him just called him cute and to make matters worse you’re now staring at him and leaning close and- oh, you smell like flowers. and your lips are plump and pink, pursed in a thoughtful, expressive way. he wonders what they would taste like, would they taste like the strawberry flavored gloss you applied a few moments earlier? 

“i thought nerds were like, all glasses and braces and total virgin looking but you're actually pretty hot.” you smile flirtatiously, watching ajax’s cheeks pinken as he shifts in his seat. 

screw it, you're not getting anywhere with this review and god knows your pretty little head could use a break.

ajax’s eyes widen when he feels your lips crash onto his. one of your hands on his shoulder while the other rests on his knee. he was right, your lips do taste like strawberries and he can feel the sticky residue on his own lips. his own hand comes up to tentatively cup your cheek, accepting that this really was happening and leaning deeper into the kiss. 

eventually, you both need air and briefly break apart. you waste no time in removing your baby tee, shivering at the cool air hitting your bare skin. ajax stares in awe at your plush tits and hardened nipples and quickly follows in removing his own shirt. you gaze appreciatively at his toned stomach and move over to sit on his lap and latch your lips together again. this time you grind down and moan softly at the friction of your clothed cunt and his very hard bulge. ajax’s hands are gripping your waist and his head is reeling. frankly, he can't even think right now, all he knows is that his dick is practically trying to burst out of his jeans from the hot girl’s pussy on him. which you can definitely feel.

“aww, I’m flattered. looks, or should i say feels, like we’re on the same page here,” you giggle reach in between you two to undo his belt. 

“i-um,iI don't have a condom,” the ginger murmurs into your neck.

“no need for that, i’m on the pill,” you reassure him and make work of his zipper. you lean back on the desk just enough to tug his boxers down so that his cock springs out. it slaps against his stomach and your mouth waters at the sight. he’s so fucking big that you briefly wonder if it’ll even fit, you wouldn’t have thought someone like ajax was hiding something like this in his pants if you hadn’t seen it for yourself. and it’s pretty, the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen, thick and flushed red at the tip. there’s a bulging vein running along the side that’s begging for your tongue to run over it. 

ajax squirms anxiously under your eyes, “is it…okay?”

“ ‘okay’? ajax, i can't believe you’ve been hiding this from me,” you press a chaste kiss to the corner of his lips, “i definitely need you in me now,” and with that you're standing up and removing the rest of your clothing. ajax watches with hooded eyes as you pull down your tiny shorts and your panties with them. even from your frontside he can see how plump your ass is. 

and then you’re guiding his cock in between your folds, slowly sinking down and wincing from the stretch. ajax’s hands wander and squeeze your ass, gripping it so hard you’re sure it’ll leave red marks. but it's worth it with the way ajax sounds and looks so good under you. his head is thrown back with a loud groan falling out his lips. with the way you’re bouncing on his cock and squeezing around him so deliciously, he’s not sure he’ll last very long. his tip is hitting up into your cervix repeatedly, making you whimper sweetly. 

“fuck— you feel so good,” Ajax gasps in between his own moans, you laugh breathily, you could say the same thing.

his brows furrowed together as he feels a familiar coil in his stomach beginning to tighten, “i’m gonna- you should get off before i- fuck,” his hot cum spurts deep inside you before you can even tell him that no, there's no way you're going to let this man pull out of you. instead, you moan at the feel of his cock twitching inside of you as your own orgasm washes over you. you sink down on him one last time before your cunt’s squeezing around him and you're crying his name into the air. 

your legs are shaky when you try to stand up, his cock slipping out with ease and a blend of his and your cum starting to leak down your thighs. ajax stuffs his dick back in his pants when you move to grab your shirt, ignoring the uncomfortable gooey mess. 

and he surprises you when he stands and grabs your hand and pulls you back in for a kiss. It’s sweet and gentle and you’re both smiling. “um, thanks, i think,” He grins sheepishly against your lips. 

your eyes widen at such simple words, no guy has ever kissed you after sex, much less thanked you, they just used you as a method to get their dick wet.

taking Ajax’s face in your hands, you lean in to connect your lips one more time, lips moving in sync before breaking the kiss with a smile.

“thank you, you just made learning about fish a whole lot more interesting.” you giggle as realization flashes over ajax’s face when he notices the abandoned study materials on the desk. he chuckles and shakes his head, “not like you were doing much before i guess.”

“that’s true,” you smooth your hands over your clothes when an idea pops in your head, “but, we still have time until my test… maybe we can get together again wednesday night?”

ajax looks over your cute, hopeful face, “wednesday.. like valentines?”

you shrug nonchalantly, trying to suppress the butterflies in your stomach, like i said, just another day.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unorthodox 3

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: you bring order to the disordered life of Captain Syverson.

Characters: Captain Syverson, this reader is known as Izzie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

You’re shown to a room of your own. It’s a luxury in your line of work. You often share the back of the truck or some cramped space with your boss. You look forward to a night without Syverson’s rumbling snores. 

As you remove your harness and vest, a knock thumps on the door. You answer and find a man with a pile of fabric in his hands. He gives it to you without a word and leaves, a rifle across his back. You frown and shut the door. 

The accommodations are acceptable. There’s a bed, a side table, and a fan. Nothing fancy but better than a cot or a car seat. Or your favourite, the ground. 

You hold up the patterned swath of silk and let it unfold. The long caftan is cool and sheer. It might not be your usual attire but it’s preferable to your dusty cargo pants and sweaty cotton shirt. You shake out your clothes as you undress then throw the swishy fabric over your head. You feel almost human. 

Another pounding comes at the door. You hear a snort as you approach and know before you answer it, who it is. Sy waits on the outside. He wears the same thing he showed up in; dirty cargo and camo. He blinks at you dumbly and grimaces. 

“What the hell is that?” He flicks a thick finger at you. 

“What?” 

“What’re you wearing, Iz? You look like my mammy.” 

“Shut up,” you jab him and turn back. You push your feet into your boots and tramp back to him. He chuckles at the clomp of the heavy soles. 

“Naw, I mean it, Iz, you pack that get-up or what?” 

“No, it was... given to me. I don’t know.” You cross your arms and look down with a shrug. “I thought... Well, it seemed nice.” You look up and narrow your eyes. “Wait, why’re you bothering me anyway?” 

“Hungry, ain’t ya?” He scoffs. 

“Sure.” 

“So come on, I’ll show ya the mess.” 

You cluck and step out into the hall. After settling from the jump, your stomach has turned ravenous. You wish you were at Retro’s, gnawing at hot wings and downing martinis. Alas, you have work. Well, you’ve had worse than this. 

“Thank,” you grumble. 

He’s quiet as you walk through the halls. Others pass or follow in your stead. He toys with a flap on one of his many pockets. 

“Tired?” He asks. 

“Mm? Oh, yeah. Kinda.” 

“Get that adrenaline kickin’ and you sleep like a black bear in winter.” 

“Well, I don’t know about that,” you chuckle. “Maybe you though. You’re pretty good at it.” 

“Good at what?”  

“Sleeping through the b—chaos,” you keep yourself from swearing. 

“Ah, I guess. Not much of a skill.” 

You shrug. He can be awkward sometimes. Mostly when he talks. When you first started, he didn’t say too much, now he tends to force himself too. 

“Here we are.” He points you to a door. 

You peer down the hall and step out of the way of the men in civvies milling around. Sy opens the door without knocking and nudges your lower back to urge you inside. You stumble in as a figure stands to greet you. Conrad smiles and tilts his head. 

“I don’t like to presume things about you Americans but it is rather uncourteous not to knock,” he reproaches. 

“Eh,” Sy grunts. 

“Then again, it is you,” Conrad snickers back. He moves around the table in front of him. There’s a bottle of wine and glasses, a few cans of beer, and food that isn’t served in tin or vacuum seal. “And you, I do hope the attire suffices. It was all I could scrounge, I regret.” 

“Uhhh, it’s good. Er, pretty.” You look down and touch the silk. 

“Feel free to take it with you. That colour is immaculate on you.” 

“Ha, er, thanks.” 

Sy marches forward and claims a seat with a huff. He shows no patience as he reaches for the dish of seasoned chicken. You come forward and Conrad rounds the table to pull out another chair. You thank him as you sit and your brutish boss glances over at the gesture. 

“Shiraz? Does that suit you?” Conrad grabs the bottle wine and a glass. 

“I’m not picky,” you assure him. 

“Yes, but I hate to leave a women disappointed,” he winks and pours you a glass. 

“What’s in here?” Sy interrupts as he holds up a bowl. 

“Olive? Rosemary, bit of red vinegar. How about a brew, eh?” He grabs a can and offers it. 

“I’ll have what she’s havin’,” Sy insists through a mouthful. 

“You may help yourself. As you have done.” Conrad clunks down the bottle between your and Sy’s plates. 

He sits and offers to serve you before he does himself. You don’t mind the attention though it does strike you as a bit overdone. You have an extra scoop of curry as the aroma drives you mad. 

Conrad watches as you taste the wine and Sy slurps from his own glass. Your boss tuts and puts it down heavily. He scrapes his plate loudly with his fork as you only just start to poke at your own fare. The other man is uninterested in the meal as he stares you down. 

“Please, you must tell me, how did you end up here at my table?” Conrad purrs. 

You chew slowly and look over at Sy. He narrows his eyes and shovels more food into his mouth, a dribble catching in his beard. You stir the rice with your fork. 

“I applied on a job board and interviewed and--” 

“Ah, that sounds rather proper. Syverson, I thought you more the type to snatch up beautiful women.” 

“Hm?” Sy grunts around a mouthful. 

“And yet, a creature like this should be cozened. To have her jumping from planes? Tsk tsk. Oh, don’t tell me he’s had you living on beans and sleeping in dirt.” 

“Her job...” Sy sneers over. 

“It’s exciting, actually. My old job was just the same desk, same walls. I couldn’t even get the time off to go parachuting for fun so... not so bad.” 

“Thrill seeker? Mmm, that’s intriguing. Have you ever been rock climbing? Not in a gym but on a real mountain?” 

“You got barbecue sauce?” Sy interjects. 

Conrad laughs again. He stands and goes over to the footlocker against the wall and opens the lid. He pulls out a bottle of a southern brand of sauce. The same you stocked for Sy. Hm. 

“I have to be prepared for anything, not least of all the way you get when you’re hungry.” Conrad struts back and sets the bottle at Sy’s elbow. “I must admit, I wasn’t ready for you, darling.” He sits again and you’re certain there’s a low growl from your other side. No matter the perks, managing men is never simple. 

[unformula1]

everything perfect (LS2 x reader)

everything perfect (LS2 x reader)

valentines day series - valentines’ day countdown: -3

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synopsis: you and logan in your perfect little relationship

“HEY!” Logan shouts as he covers his shirtless body with his shirt.

“I’ve seen that enough times already.” You reply, chuckling.

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pairing: logan sargeant x reader

word count: 906

masterlist

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Logan spends just about forever getting ready but you don’t mind. You sit in the living room, scrolling through your phone as Logan hogs the bathroom, getting ready.

A few minutes into waiting, you stand up and walk toward the bathroom, opening up the door.

“HEY!” Logan shouts as he covers his shirtless body with his shirt.

“I’ve seen that enough times already.” You reply, chuckling.

Logan’s face turns red as he quickly puts the shirt on. He grabs his jeans which are hanging from the door handle and puts them on too.

“Are you going to stand there and watch me change?” He asks.

“Yes.” You deadpan, leaning on the door frame, staring at Logan.

“I feel uncomfortable.” He says.

“No you don’t.” You reply, smiling.

Logan doesn’t respond, he hurriedly puts on his pants and looks in the mirror to comb his hair. 

He runs the comb through his hair, making sure every strand of it is perfect. 

“Combing your hair should not take this long.” You say, still leaning on the doorway.

He looks at you, shoots you a glare before turning back to comb his hair. You chuckle. You can’t lie, it’s pretty cute.

You stop leaning on the doorway and walk to Logan’s room. You already know which jacket he’s going to wear. You search through Logan’s messy pile of clothes in his closet, picking out the denim one. After closing the closet and turning off the lights in his room, you walk back to the toilet, tossing him the denim jacket. 

He catches it and shoots you a warm smile, like a small child. 

“Thanks.” He says while putting on the jacket. 

“Are we done here?” You joke, which earns you a small laugh from Logan. 

“I don’t take that long.” He says, dragging the ‘that’.

You stare at him, “You literally spend forever in there it might as well be your room.”

He looks down sheepishly and fiddles with his jacket.

Now you feel bad.

“But I love that about you.” You add on.

Logan’s face brightens up and he looks back up at you. You smile slightly and kiss him on the cheek, which catches him off guard.

His entire face flushes red and he can’t even keep it in anymore. It’s even worse when you stood in the doorway to watch him change. He covers his face with his hands and hides it from you.

It’s adorable. It’s unbearably adorable.

“Come on Logs…” You drag the last syllable.

He makes an unintelligible noise, still covering his face.

“Logs…” You drag the end of the word again.

He finally removes his hands from his face which reveals how red his face is. It’s very red.

He smiles at you and you smile back at him. 

You lead him to the door as his face slowly becomes less red. He grabs his bag and swings it over his shoulder, slinging it across his body. You open the door for him and he does a cheeky little bow back. 

You close and lock the door before both of you walk down the corridor to the lift. He stays close to you and keeps his hands in his pockets while walking next to you. 

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The cold wind gushes against you as you exit the building. Logan keeps close to you as both of you wait for the car. You look into his eyes and he shyly smiles at you. It’s very cute. You smile back at him.

After a while Logan takes his hands out of his jacket and swings them nearer to yours. He’s definitely hinting something. You pick up on this quickly and you hold his hand. He smiles widely and grips onto yours. 

His hand is warm and soft which makes you love holding his hand all the time. Logan loves holding your hand too, he’s pretty needy for it too. 

It’s a far cry from the frat boy personality that he puts up. It’s very different from his loud and outgoing self when he’s around his friends. No. It’s not the same when it comes to you, he likes to keep quiet around you and just cuddle with you endlessly. He gets needy at times but he doesn’t care, and neither do you.

A strong gust of wind blows into both of you. Logan doesn’t even ask before swinging his jacket around your shoulders and holding you closer to him. 

“Aren’t you a gentleman?” You whisper into his ear as he pulls you in.

His face turns red again and he lowers his head, hiding it from you. You chuckle and you see a small smile form on his face.

“You have to stop making my face red.” He whispers back.

“Is that so?” You say before planting a kiss on his forehead.

Logan lets out a soft groan and covers his face again. He leans into you which almost makes you fall but you catch yourself.

“I love you so much.” He whispers into your ear

You blush and punch his shoulder playfully.

“The tables have turned.” He cheekily says which makes you punch his shoulder again but harder.

“Hey!” He pouts.

“I hate you.” You say, leaning into Logan’s personal space.

“Love you too.”

You aren’t going to lie, you love Logan so much. He’s everything perfect to you and everything that makes you smile, and deep down you know he loves you back too.

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's Slasher Fictober Day 10: Johnny Slaughter. (Pumpkin Spice)

Double digit days baby! Not much to say at the start of this other then my broken record speech so I hope you enjoy! <3

Notes: Minors DNI, Smut, Nsfw, No pronouns or descriptions of reader used, Only "you". Johnny would totally call you "Bunny".

I've only had it for maybe two weeks and I already play this game too goddamn much.

You had done it now, you had really fucking done it this time. You knew Johnny was going to be mad when he caught up to you, and by god you knew he was going to catch up with you.

The family had brought in a group of college kids, pretty routine shit, except this time you had be in charge of tying them down in the basement. Something or another happened and they ended up escaping.

Now Bubba had been able to round them up along with Sissy and Nubbins before they escaped the house. But you knew when Johnny caught wind of your lack to tie them down properly, you were done for.

So because you apparently loved to make matters worse for yourself, as soon as you heard Johnny enter the house and the door slam behind him, you made a run for it.

Once a would be victim of the family yourself who had countless escape attempts, you knew the Sawyer land like the back of your hand so you took off into the thick sunflower fields behind the house heading towards the slaughterhouse.

You could hear the heavy footfalls of the Sawyer that had both saved your life and declared that you were now his in front of the entire family. That was the only thing that had saved you from ending up like the rest of the group you had rolled in with.

Johnny was on you now, He grabbed the back of your shirt and brought you to the ground. His hand pressing the side of your head against the dirt as your ass ended up situated against the crotch of his pants.

"Well well well, What the fuck do we have here" Johnny spit at you, oh yeah he was totally mad.

"Johnny I'm sorry!" You yelled trying to smooth things over with him.

"The only thing I can't figure out is why you ran?" He said ignoring your apology.

"You know damn well I'm the best tracker and hunter in this family but you still fuckin ran, you KNEW I would find you but you still did it" He paused running the knife he always carried down the inside of your thigh you shivered at his action and he laughed.

"The more I think about it, the more I'm led to believe that this is exactly what you wanted. You wanted me to hunt you down, you wanted me to find you and give you a reminder of just who the fuck I am to you" The knife dug into your thigh and you could feel it slicing the fabric of your shorts.

Johnny removed the hand from your head to grip the fabric that used to be shorts and rip them off your bottom half. You knew well enough to not move your head from the dirt even if his hand wasn't there anymore. The dirt scratching against your cheek didn't even bother you anymore.

"So now darlin' I'm gonna show you exactly who the fuck I am to you"

All at once you were full, The one thing you had never quite gotten used to was the size of Johnny's cock. It stretched you and filled you more so then you had even been before. None of your old partners could ever hold a candle.

You blinked away the tears in your eyes has Johnny began to thrust, not even giving you time to adjust to his size before his hips starting snapping against yours.

"Bad bunnies don't get time to compose themselves" He had told you one time when he had bent you over the hood of his truck for mouthing on.

"Johnny" You kicked yourself when his name came out in no more then a whine.

"Shut the fuck up Bunny" His hand slammed into side of your head, holding it in place once more.

His thrusts sped up, each one filling you up and then as fast as you were full the fullness would disappear and you were left longing for it once more.

Johnny's finger gripped your hair, bringing your head up off the ground in his grip as he used this to get a better angle. He pushed himself deeper into you but his thrusts were still at the same speed.

The only noise besides screams coming out of you was his name. It reminded you of one of the cult chants Sissy had shown you when she returned the house from out west.

Your walls clenched as you came. Johnny didn't cum though, he never did the first time you came. So you knew you were in for the overstimulation of a lifetime.

Through your sensitivity, the thrusts continued. Every sweet spot inside you now even more sweet when Johnny's girth would brush up against it.

"Johnny please" You didn't realize you were crying until you spoke.

"Awe, what's wrong Bunny?, Is daddy too much for you?"

You swore you could feel each vein on his cock brush against a new part of you as it slipped into you. The thrusts were a lot smoother now that you had cum and lubed Johnny up. You could feel it dripping down in between the two of you making your thighs sticky.

Johnny gave a few grunts and let you know he was ready to give it to you.

"Johnny not insi-" You whined but it was too late.

The hot white ropes of his seed splashed into you, coating your insides with their warmness. You whined but reveled in the feeling.

"Sorry Bunny, Daddy doesn't cum anywhere but inside you know that." You nodded pathetically feeling like a scorned child.

He reached down between your legs and grabbed you where his cock had just been.

'because this is daddy's ain't that right?" Another nod.

"And if it's daddy's then that means daddy gets to cum in it no matter fuckin what" He growled into your ear as he leaned down pressing his chest into your back before gathering you in his arms and picking you up.

"Now that, that's over with you can go back to the house and get your punishment for runnin'" Your head snapped up to look him in the eye.

"B-but daddy wasn't that ?" You trailed off, He fixed you with a look.

"No bunny, fuckin' wasn't your punishment, fuckin you was just a reminder of who you belong to and who you should obey"

[smninthisworldd]

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Injury ; König x fem!reader ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

so, my books on wattpad got deleted. apparently, someone reported me. i’m trying to post all the stories here and on ao3, but it’ll take a bit of time. please be patient and bare with me. 🙏

PAIRINGS AND WARNINGS: König x fem!reader, fluff, falling in love, smut, oral sex, p in v, soft sex, gentle sex, friends into lovers, kisses, teasing.

CHAPTER: 1/2 ; NEXT CHAPTER

MASTERLIST

It was all a blur.

One minute I was shooting and killing our enemies, then I got shot and fell to the ground, unable to walk. I couldn't feel my left thigh anymore, and when I looked down at it, blood was spilling out of my wound.

I panicked, and tried to crawl away from more gunfire. I entered a building, making sure no one saw me, and crawled behind a high half wall. As soon as I was safe, I pressed my back against the wall and removed some layers off of me. I ripped the black shirt i was wearing underneath my bulletproof vest and used the fabric to press to my thigh, stopping blood circulation.

It hurt like hell, especially because the bullet was still trapped deep inside my thigh. A tear fell from my eye and down to my cheek, as I looked at my hands, covered in blood just like my gear and the floor.

«Fuck...» I groaned in pain, hitting my head to the wall.

«Blade!» König shouted through the comms, that was my code name. «Where are you?» I could hear his thick German accent, which I was really thankful for. My vision was starting to blur, but at least I had an excellent hearing.

«I... got shot...» I stuttered. «I can't walk, I'm in the.. third building to the left.»

«Scheiße (shit)! Hold on, I'm coming!» he said. «Stay with me, it's nothin'! You got this!»

«I'm soaked in blood... I need...» I let out a heavy breath, my voice cracking and my hands shaking. «Take me back... to the base...»

«Stay with me, Blade, please!» he shouted as he probably noticed my voice lowering its tone, as I also closed my eyes.

I wasn't replying, but heard heavy footsteps entering the building. I hoped it was König, but still, you never know. I quickly grabbed my gun and held it ahead of me, still shaky as hell. A tall figure appeared in front of me, and I did not realize it was actually him at first. My vision was blurry, my eyes filled with tears.

«It's me, Blade! Don't worry, I got you!» König kneeled before me and I let go of the gun, closing my eyes again.

He gently touched my thigh and I whimpered, as it hurt like hell.

«I'm sorry» he apologized. «Let me see, please.»

Though it felt horrible, König had to press on my wound in order to search for the bullet. «We must take it out now, before it... scheiße... before it gets worse!» His english wasn't collaborating, he was nervous. Bless him, he was so anxious.

He suffered from it when he was younger, he'd told me about it. Me an König had such a good friendship, actually. He found confort in me, whenever he was nervous or anxious about something. He would always come to me and talk to me, and I would listen to him for hours. He had just so much to say, and nobody was really ever there to listen, before me.

«I'm really sorry, Blade, but I need to... take these off.» he said, referring to my pants. «I have to take that verfickte (fucking) bullet out of there! I can't...» he stuttered. His voice was trembling and his hands were shaking on my thigh. I looked into his eyes and softly placed one of my hands on top of his.

«It's okay, König...» I whispered. «Just take it out so we can... kill these motherfuckers.»

«Is it okay if... I have to...» he mumbled.

«Just fucking do it already!» I shouted at him. I have never yelled at him before, and I felt kind of bad, especially knowing he was really sensitive under that intimidating and scary facade.

Without a word, he cut the improvised bandage made with my shirt and finally unbuttoned my pants gently taking them off. I saw him not moving for a moment, he just stared at my bare thighs before pulling out of his vest a mini first aid kit. He swallowed hard and opened it, grabbing some tweezers and a disinfectant solution. He sighed and proceeded to slowly dig into my thigh, causing my eyes to close shut and my spine to shiver.

I was losing a huge amount of blood, and König tried to be as gentle as possible with me. He wasn't talking anymore, and I realized it was probably because I scolded him.

«Fuck!» I cried out as he pinched my sensitive skin with the tweezers, without doing it on purpose. His hands were shaking and his breathing was heavy, he didn't dare to look at me.

He was focused on my wound and searched for the damn bullet. I continued to cry out in fucking pain, I couldn't stay still because of the pressure he was putting on me. I writhed under his hands, my hands lifting myself from the floor and my back arching as my head hit the wall again.

He aggressively pushed my hips on the floor with his knee, making me feel trapped under his enormous mass. I looked up to him but he didn't, still trying his best to reach the cause to my pain.

And finally, he caught it. He held it with the tweezers and sighed in relief before putting it aside.

He disinfected my injury, but it burned like hell and I couldn't help but scream in pain. He quickly cupped my mouth with his hand and finally looked into my eyes. Mine filled with tears as I kept groaning on his hand. «Quiet!» he scolded me, this time, with his raspy and aggressive tone. His grasp squeezed my cheeks a little as he continued to pour the disinfectant on my leg.

I grabbed on his forearm tightly, raising my hand on his bicep. I was crying and my breathing was irregular under the grip of his hand covering my mouth. I lifted my healthy leg creating myself a bit of support, placing my arms on my knee, but as soon as I did and my legs were a bit more open, I noticed König's eyes peered between them.

He quickly moved his gaze away and removed his hand from my face, squeezing his eyes while exhaling loudly. He then grabbed a sterile gauze and wrapped it tight around my thigh. He pulled on it two times and looked into my eyes. «Is this tight enough? Is it good?» he asked in a whisper.

I nodded and he cut off the excess. We both exhaled, relieved. I rushed into his arms for a hug. I placed my arms around the back of his neck and held him tightly. I really needed it. «Thank you.» I whispered in his ear. I felt his hands on my ribcage, gently moving towards my waist, a bit unsure. He then wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer.

A few moments later, he whispered: «Let's get revenge on these arschlöcher (assholes).»

…

I heard a knock at my door and when I looked towards it, König was standing there. «Can I?» he asked.

«Of course, come in.» I welcomed him into my room. He got rid of his gear and wore just his black shirt and cargos. I, on the other hand, was wearing just one of his oversized t-shirts, which he gave to me as soon as we arrived to the base. His scent was on it, and I kept smelling it.

«How are you feeling?» he sat on the bed and gently caressed my knee.

«A lot better, thanks to you, and the doctor.» He took me to the hospital before heading back to our base and the doctors stitched up my wound with six stitches.

I smiled at him as he looked straight into my eyes. I still had an apology to do.

«Konig» I positioned my hand on top of his, caressing it, «I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you earlier.»

He sighed and replied: «Don't worry about it. I know you were panicking in that moment, I understand.»

I smiled at him again and gently asked him a favor. «Could you close the door?»

He nodded and stood up to do so. When he returned to me, I gestured for him to join me in my bed, as we usually did. He lay down next to me and 1 cuddled up to his chest, leaning my head on it. He stroke my hair and pulled me closer, letting out a deep breath. My hand caressed his abdomen and draw small circles on him through his shirt.

It had been a while now that I was starting to realize that my feelings for him went beyond a simple friendship. I opened up about myself and he did the same, I knew him better that anyone else. I knew what a sweetheart he really was, how caring and loving he could be. I exhaled and I decided it was time for me to be truthful.

«König...» I lifted my head up on his chest to look at him. I was very shy around him, though he was the shy one, in reality.

He let out a soft «Mhm?» and looked at me, waiting for me to talk.

«I, uhh...» I mumbled. Fuck it. «I like you. I really do.»

He swallowed loudly and I felt his heart beating faster. He looked away and I thought to myself I fucked everything up'

His gaze returned to my eyes and he softly caressed my cheeks with both of his shaky hands. I lifted myself as best as I could and kept my eyes on his as I pulled his hood up, revealing his lips.

I stroke his sharp and defined jawline feeling the subtle beard on the lower half of his face. I then caressed his bottom lip with my thumb and he did the same with mine. Both of us were shaky as fuck.

«I like you too, y/n.» he said in a whisper that I barely heard. But I sure did. His lips created a smile that infected me, causing my lips to do the same.

His gaze fell to my smile and he finally pulled my face closer to his, kissing me.

He kissed me.

I couldn't believe it.

It all felt like a dream, a beautiful one. His soft and warm lips pressed against mine, his big hands still caressing my cheeks and my neck... goosebumps started running throughout my body. I instantly closed my eyes as our lips connected, and drowned in that heavenly kiss.

One of his hands soon moved down to my spine, wrapping around my body as our kiss intensified.

He tilted his head and grabbed on the back of my neck, causing my head to tilt, too. I leaned over him, and placed one of my hands on the pillow below him, the other one still stroking his neck and jawline.

Our tongues began touching, shy at first... and all of a sudden he started to slowly give me the most passionate kiss in my entire life. Out of all people I've ever kisses, no one was like König. No one compared to him.

Konig raised himself from the pillow he was laying on and towered me with his size, continuing to passionately kiss me as his tongue dominated mine. His hand still firm around the back of my neck, while the other one was gently grabbing and squeezing my waist.

I placed my arms on his shoulders and caressed his head through the hood, pulling him closer. Our kiss continued and, oh. My. God. I didn't expect that from him.

König began lowering his hand down my side, and gently grabbed on my healthy and naked thigh. I was wearing his shirt, but I couldn't wear any pants or shorts since my wound was still too fresh to be compressed.

He squeezed the soft skin of my leg and then he got up, pushing me to lay down on the bed. He lifted my thigh on his hip as he was now on top of me, his tongue still fighting against mine. He was so careful not to hurt my injured leg, which he didn't.

I pulled him closer, gluing his body to mine. I could feel his weight on me, but he made sure he didn't crush me. As my legs were quite spread under his body, his hips pushed towards my crotch, and I felt his... hardness pressing on me through the pants.

My face was burning hot, I was a hundred percent sure I was blushing like an idiot. My heart raced as his hand slid throughout my thigh and gently reached my - well, his - shirt, lifting it a little.

But then, he stopped. He lifted his head and pulled away from our kiss, leaving a trail of our saliva still connect us. I tried to reach for his lips again, but he gently pushed me back.

«Y/n... I don't know if...» he began, but his words soon failed him. «This is... We shouldn't...»

He started to move away, but I pulled him towards me and kissed him. He didn't stop nor backed away from it, so I guess he wanted it, too. This time, our kiss was much more aggressive, almost ravenous, as if neither of us wanted to leave the other's face.

He bought his hand back to my thigh, squeezing it harder than before, and forcefully pulling me towards him.

Konig placed his other hand back to the side of my neck, sending shivers all over my body. I felt his knee press in between my legs, which caused me a soft moan into his mouth. I didn't realize I moaned until his grasp tightened around my leg.

I pulled away from his face for a moment and looked into his eyes as he tried to reach back for my lips, this time. «You said we shouldn't, yet you're not leaving me.» I whispered.

«Fuck, I can't.» he breathed. «You have no idea what you're doing to me, schätzchen.»

I loved when he gave me German nicknames, he often did.

He kissed me back and caressed my thigh, lifting my shirt again. This time, he finally took it off and admired my almost naked body, taking a deep breath. His lips were glossy and red, also a bit swollen, and I could see his cheeks turn reddish, too. His eyes glared throughout my body, still covered by my underwear.

Konig shook his head and placed his hands on his eyes, sliding them on top of his head right after.

His anxiety was eating him alive, I could tell he was nervous. I lifted myself and gently sat on the bed, looking up to him. I caressed his waist and hips trying to reassure him, but that probably didn't help; instead, it made him even more nervous... and hard.

His pants were tight around the shape of his now rock-hard member. I thought I could make him relax a bit... but he just grabbed my wrists and threw me back down on the bed.

He pushed himself against my entrance, through the pants, causing me to groan softly. He began kissing my neck and that made me weak. At that point, I let him do whatever he wanted with me.

I grabbed on the back of his neck, digging my fingers inside his hood and feeling his hair. I gently stroke him under the mask, as he lowered his warm lips down my collarbone. My back arched towards him and he squeezed my waist, pulling my crotch closer to his.

I bit my bottom lip and moaned again as his lips were exploring my chest. His hand lifted from my waist straight to my back and he unbuttoned my bra, throwing it away. He seemed mesmerized by my naked breasts and took a moment to stare at them before feeling, touching and kissing them. I felt him sucking on my skin, leaving his marks all over me.

His wet tongue traced a path from my breasts across my abdomen to my lower belly. He reached the seam of my panties and looked up into my eyes.

«May I?» he searched for my consent.

«Yes...» I whispered, lifting my hips towards him. «Please, König...» I got a little too excited.

Hearing me beg for him probably only turned him on even more. And it also turned me on.

He let out a heavy breath, hooking his thumb into the side of my already wet panties and pulling them to the side to expose my soaked cunt to his eyes.

Using his index and middle finger, he parted my lips and began exploring me. I was a fucking mess already, wriggling and arching my back over nothing, and he seemed to enjoy it.

As his fingers were still keeping my lips spread, he stuck his tongue out and slid it on my clit. I flinched and moaned softly at the feeling of his warm tongue on me, but König soon gripped on my good leg to keep me still. He continued to stimulate me licking my cunt up and down, as his tongue collected my juices. He pulled his tongue back into his mouth to let the taste of me sit on it.

My eyes were glossy and felt heavy as I tried to look at him. He glared at me but soon returned to my intimacy after whispering a soft «Köstlich (delicious.»

He created circular motions on my clit that felt extremely good, I threw my head back unable to keep it on him. I arched my back and grasped tightly on the sheets, whimpering and squirming under his touch and stimulation. His hard tongue inflicted torture on me, but soon his mouth completely enveloped my clit, sucking and pulling on it.

How on earth was he so good at it?

I knew I wasn't going to last, I was too sensitive after a very long time not having this kind of treatment to please me. All I could do was moan loudly and let my body release my cum right into his mouth. He didn't even notice it, instead continued to give me pleasure despite my body starting to relax.

König was hungrily eating me out, and he seemed to be far from done. My inner thighs felt soaked around the lower half of his face, as he spread my legs a little more, carefully making sure my injured left thigh was okay. My dizzy mind, though, couldn't feel anything else apart from the extreme bliss König was causing me.

He removed his mouth for a moment and slid his middle finger inside of my hole, unsure of how to move. When I sensed his slight unease, I grabbed on his wrist and moved his hand in and out of me, soon leaving it to him. His finger started to search deep inside of me, stimulating my g-spot, that caused me to moan heavily.

König was a fast learner.

He was soon confident enough and added his ring finger, pushing both deeper. My legs were shaking at the overstimulation König was procuring me. My vision started to blur, my hands were grasping the sheets hysterically and my whimpers were getting louder and louder as his tongue returned to my clit.

I was going crazy, high of him. My heartbeat was pulsing in my throat, I've never felt like that. His head pressed between my trembling thighs, his tongue swirling around my most sensitive spot and his fingers digging deep inside my pussy.

His other hand was wrapped tight around my good leg, his nails began poking into my soft skin. I could already see the marks he left all over my body, starting from my neck and lowering to my legs. I wasn't able to speak clearly, just whimpers and pleasured groans coming out of my mouth.

König's fingers soon came out of me, drenched of my thick cum, and moved all the way up to my sore clit. He lifted my hips a little, placing his hand below my lower back and continuing to please me.

But I couldn't resist more.

«König...» I muttered, not able to finish my sentence. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to release everything I was holding inside of me. And so it was the second time König made me cum, with a loud orgasm. He collected my cum with his fingers and licked the rest of it from my cunt, swallowing it. He licked his fingers and when I looked at him, a trail of my sticky cum was connecting his two fingers and his lips. He then cleaned everything with his tongue.

Fuck.

Wow. Just, wow. I was breathless, my arms high above my head, my legs now closed and the sheets below me soaked in my wetness. Jesus Christ.

König approached me and gently caressed my waist, while kissing my neck. I knew he wanted more, and I did too, but... damn. I needed a moment to stabilize myself.

«How are you feeling, geliebte (sweetheart)?» he whispered. «Did I do a good job?» He dared to ask.

Catching my breath, I looked into his eyes and caressed his cheek. «I feel absolutely fantastic, König... you did fucking... perfect.»

He loved to hear that. I knew he needed reassurance and words of affirmation, so I praised him. He kissed my cheek and got back to my neck.

God, this man's stamina was by no means over yet.

I felt he could go on and on for hours, and we both really needed it. I could take him, I wanted to, I needed to. I desperately needed him to do the nastiest things to me, with me.

Konig began kissing my neck again, slightly biting on my skin, causing me to shiver and whimper softly. But I lifted myself up and pushed him away from my neck. I looked up into his eyes and as he walked away, I dragged him closer, pulling him by the waistband of his pants.

I felt his evident erection under my fingers, and I finally unbuttoned his pants, pulling the zipper down. This was going to be a long night...

~ smninthisworldd ; please do not copy.

[why-say]

Hi there! I have a question and a request.

So my question is, are you planning to have a masterlist soon? So we can find all your fics? 😁

And my request is, the reader is having super bad cramps bc of her period and she feels so sick. Timmy read somewhere that orgasms are good to ease the pain so he and reader have an intense love making session not caring about how much of a mess they make ❣️

Thank you!

I just posted a small masterlist for my fics thank you sm for reminding me and i love this request!!

You can find my masterlist here

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timothée x reader imagine

Warnings: period sex, nipple play, slight dumbification

word count: 582

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You were in bed. Your period had just started this morning after two days of cramps. Timothée had been with you when he could, patting your back, rubbing your hair all of it.

It was unexpected. Your last boyfriend had steered clear of you at any mention of your period and you expected the same from any man including Timothée. It was pleasantly different. He was sitting in a small arm chair beside your bed scrolling on his phone.

“Did you know that apparently sex and orgasms can relieve period cramps?” He said with a small smirk.

You hadn’t had sex with him yet due to the nature of your friendship and this wasn’t what you expected.

“what?” you reply.

“yeah look,” he shows you the article and it says exactly what he said. “with your pains this bad maybe it’s worth a try? right?”

“But isint that wrong?” You say. Your ex never even went down on you, period sex was out of the question. But Timothée seemed different.

“Wrong? To help you feel better? That’s all i want baby it’s not wrong.” Timothée purrs.

He moves off the chair and sits on the bed behind you, by your head. Moving his running fingers from trailing your stomach to moving up and down on the skin below your shorts.

Your breaths get a little more erratic and uneven. Felling hot already from his teasing.

“okay.” You almost whisper, but he hears you anyways.

like lightning, he flips himself so he’s hovering over you between your thighs. Timothee kisses you. Its a passionate kiss you never thought you could share with him. He pulls your shirt up, barley removing his lips from yours.

His hands find your nipple easily. You let out a strangled moan through the kiss. Your nipples had always been sensitive but during your period it was the worst. That’s why you always worse loose shirts during it, never a bra.

Your body felt hot, you knew you were sensitive but when your body let out a rush of fluid, you realised how sensitive you were. Timothée had made you cum just by playing with your tits.

“fuck, that was amazing baby.” He purrs in your ear, releasing your mouth to cry out.

He pulls your shorts and underwear down. You had almost forgotten you were on your period but him removing and discarding your tampon had brought you right back into the moment.

“Are you sure you want to-” He cuts you off with a sharp thrust into you.

“I wouldnt put my cock somewhere i didn’t want to be and trust me baby i wanna be right. fucking. here.” He says with a growl behind his words, emphasising his last words with deep thrusts.

You let out a throaty moan. Ready to come again so soon. Timothée was amazing as you knew he would be but it was the tabooness of it all that made you feel like you were about to burst out of your skin.

“your squeezing me so tight baby, strangling my cock. feels so good.” You moved your hands to his back, brining him closer.

His pace slowed but his thrusts were hard and deep. You came again on his cock, he followed right behind you.

Timothée was panting, his body draped over you.

None of you said anything but you both knew you would be doing this again. You weren’t sure it was a cramp reliever, but it did distract you blissfully.

[sunflowerrosewood]

Take a Bullet For You ~ Mafia! Bucky Barnes

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

On to the one shot! This is a mafia alternative universe

You just moved into the New York area to open your coffee shop under your apartment. You knew it was insane to move into an area where one of the roughest mafia gangs resided. The big mafia leader was named James Barnes nicknamed Bucky the Sniper. You knew all of this but continued to move in and set up shop. You didn’t think he was near. 

While you were moving in, Bucky was watching from across the street with his right hand man, Steve. From what he gathered was that you were just a coffee shop owner but he still was intrigued you picked a shitty neighborhood. You seemed confident even though most of your customers would be his mafia. 

“Why are we watching her?” Steve asked. “She’s not important to what we need done.”

“She’s interesting.” Bucky said. 

“Oh no! Don’t get all lovey dovey on me. She wouldn’t walk two seconds in our direction.” Steve snapped.

You continued to set shop up so you could open in the next few days. You opened the shop two days later and a bulky gruff man was your customer. You figured you’d see sketchy people but not the head of the mafia game. He was wearing all black. Combat boots, leather jacket, tighter jeans. 

“Good morning. How may I help you?” You asked, feeling a bit of nervousness settling in. 

“Just a cup of black coffee with a spoonful of sugar ma’am.” He said as he put a $20 on the counter. 

“Okay let me get your change.”

“Wait. Just keep it. You’re new, arntcha?” The guy said. 

“Just moved in a few days ago. I’m Y/n. You must be Bucky the Sniper?” You said putting two and two together.

“You’re not scared?” He asked. 

“At first. But you haven’t done anything to make me think worse of you.” You mentioned before pouring his cup of coffee. 

“You’re definitely different. Not in a bad way of course.” Bucky said nonchalantly before taking his cup to leave. “I’ll be around Y/n.”

You watched Bucky leave the coffee shop. You knew from this moment that nothing would be the same. You did not think you’d meet the mafia leader so soon but c’est la vie I guess. 

But you did not know that you had infiltrated Bucky’s head. For some reason he couldn’t get your e/c eyes filled with wonder. He couldn’t help it. Something about you attracted him. He would tell the rest of the mafia to protect you. 

You wouldn’t notice this in the week. An opposing mafia team tried to kidnap you but before they could even act, Bucky’s mafia members got rid of them. What did make you question is a guy asked for your number at the shop within the same week and never called back. But Bucky was always your first and last customer. 

It had been a week since this and it was a Thursday night. You were closing up shop when Bucky came in groaning. 

“Oh Bucky, I was wondering when y- what happened to you?” You yelled as you heard a few more gunshots. 

A blonde haired guy and a dark skinned guy came in. They were panting. The blondie looked at you. 

“Do you know first aid?” He asked. 

“I d-do.” You stuttered. 

“Then get to work.” He snapped. 

“Steve, quit scar-scaring her.  Just focus on protecting us.” Bucky coughed. 

“Bucky is right. She knows what to do. That other mafia will be here shortly.” The dark skinned guy snapped. 

“Sam, have any of the others called?” Steve asked. 

You quickly ran to the back to grab the first aid kit. As you ran back, Steve and Sam were outside with a few others. Gunshots rang out as you sat by Bucky’s side. 

“I need to remove your shirt.” You said softly. 

“Already undressing me sweetheart.” Bucky drawled out but took off his shirt. 

“Oh shut it.” You snapped but chuckled a bit. 

“Good. Keep that smile. I’ll be okay with you.” Bucky said as he placed his hand on your thigh. “After this, we are going to finally have that date.” 

“Wh-what?!” You exclaimed before washing his wound. 

“Don’t tell me you didn’t notice my affections.” Bucky teased as you pulled the bullet out that was lodged into his side. “Warn me next time!”

“How about not throwing surprises out?” You said as you grabbed the disinfectant. “Okay this will sting.” 

Bucky hissed for a minute as you continued to clean. The gunshots slowed down and finally stopped. You helped Bucky sit up as Steve and Sam came back in. 

“We told the others to go home. Do you want us to stay?” Steve asked. 

“I’ll be better shortly. I still have to discuss some things with Y/n.” Bucky said as Sam cackled. 

“Are you going to quit acting like a lovesick puppy?” Sam cackled. “Hell that bullet was suppose to hit her but you got in the way.”

“What?” You exclaimed. 

“I guess that’s our cue to leave.” Steve said as he was pushing Sam out the door. 

“So when were you going to tell me that?” You questioned as Bucky shakily stood up. He laughed softly as you saw a warm blush appear on his face. 

“I guess I should explain that.” Bucky said. “I was trying not to fall for you. But when I did, the other mafias saw you as a toy or token to me.”

“So you just decided to take the bullet?” 

“Aren’t we forgetting the whole “taking you on a date”? I would take any bullet for you to be safe. I have fallen for you.” Bucky explained as your face flushed with heat. 

Bucky pulled you into his arms and kissed your cheek. You smiled at him and squeezed his neck for a hug.

“After you heal, you can take me on that date anytime.” You said as you felt him squeeze back. 

You felt Bucky chuckle against the hold. You two broke the hug and Bucky began to leave. You felt a piece of paper in your back pocket. It was his number but before you could say anything, Bucky had left. 

[rainydaymiscellaneous]

Hellooo! Saw that your requests for kazzle dazzle are open and I love how you write him <3 Could I please request something with a reader who's on their period? Thank you!!

Trigger warnings: mentions of blood. Obviously.

Helping

(Kaz Brekker x reader)

No one knew why it was always worse for you. You always had more to deal with compared to the other women in the group and it made you feel... almost inferior. If this was normal, if it was like this for them, why was it so hard for you to deal with?

You were sitting in your bathroom with all of the lights turned off. Migraines, painful, brutal migraines plagued you every month around this time. You were propped against your toilet, struggling to even move off the bathroom floor. Everyone had left for a mission so it was just you. Well. You and Kaz. But you knew how he was and you weren't about to ask him for help.

You heard a knock. "What?" You asked, sounding disoriented from the pain.

"Are you alright?" Kaz asked.

"No." You muttered. Kaz didn't like being around this time of the month. It wasn't your situation, by any means. Inej and Nina had periods, he wasn't ignorant to the situation by any means. It was the fact that it was you in pain.

He recalled a time where you took a literal bullet for him. He remembered feeling absolutely awful when he saw how close to death you were. You were sweating so bad, struggling to breathe without wanting to cry from the pain. He couldn't stand to see you of all people like that again.

But this was something he'd push aside. He had to, it was just you and him at the moment.

"May I enter?" He asked.

"Just keep the lights off." You said. He opened the door, seeing you leaned against the toilet. He lowered himself to the ground, sitting with you.

"Do you need anything?" He asked.

"Yes. For my uterus to GO. AWAY." You said.

"...I don't believe I can help with that." He said. You whined, leaning over the toilet.

Kaz noticed the strands of hair lingering by your face as you dry heaved. With hesitation, he pulled back your hair, holding it. "Thank you" you whined before throwing up. He rubbed your back to soothe you as you leaned back. "It hurts" you whined. He reached upwards, grabbing a washcloth by the sink and using the sink to make it damp.

You leaned against the wall, just trying to relax when you felt something damp near your lips. You opened your eyes to see Kaz wiping your mouth for you. "I'm sorry you had to take care of me." You muttered.

"You'd take care of me if I were like this." He said.

"Yes, but it doesn't stop it from being gross." You muttered.

"This is the Barrel. You turn down a street and you will literally see at least three people vomiting." He shrugged. You let out a tired chuckle before you winced again.

"I need... I need to be warm." You said.

"What do you want me to do?" He asked. You looked at him.

"I need..." You sighed. "This is awkward." You whined.

"Why would it be awkward?" Kaz asked.

"I... I need help into the bath." You said. Oh. Oh that's why it's awkward. He shifted, putting the soiled washcloth on the counter. He looked at your state and sighed.

"Lean up and raise your arms." He said. You did, confused as Kaz carefully removed your shirt. He unhooked your bra, looking upwards to at least try to keep your modesty. You shoved off your pants as he pulled you up, taking you to the tub. He carefully turned on the water, you looking at him. "Why are you being so nice to me?" You asked.

"Because you're in pain." He said.

You were confused by that statement. "I don't like seeing one of my crows in pain. Much less you." He said.

"Am I special in some way?" You asked. "Do you see me with anyone else right now?" He asked sarcastically. You still seemed confused. "You took a bullet for me. I owe you my life. So when you need me, I am here." He said. You smiled slightly, you seemed a bit more tired from battling the pains you were experiencing.

Kaz leaned back against a cabinet. "Kaz?" "Mm?"

"Thank you." You muttered.

He smiled slightly.

"Any time"

[pedros-husband]

Fix me up, buttercup

Javi Gutierrez x male reader

Summary: javi is stressed out because of his cousin, he can’t tel you why, but you decide to help him de-stress to take his mind off it

Warnings: oral, blowjob, hickeys, praise kink, little bit of throat fucking

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You were sat on the couch waiting for javi to get back from a meeting with his cousin, already preparing yourself for his either sour or sad mood. he always came home worse than when he left and you'd had enough of his moping so decided to give him a nice suprise tonight when he gets home.

Javi entered through the front door, chucking his coat down on the counter and taking off his shoes "mi hermoso? I’m home" he called out, his voice shaky.

At the sound of his voice you sprung up from the couch walking over to him, a smile on your face as he walks straight into your arms, burying his face in the crook of your neck and wrapping his arms around your waist. He sighs and kisses your cheek,resting his head on your shoulder, opening and closing his mouth to speak but relenting and deciding to hold you a little tighter.

You can sense his stress and need in his actions. "it's okay mi amor, let me take care of you." you smile and kiss the top of his head, walking him backwards into the couch and laying him down, moving to straddle his hips.

he nods and smiles weakly up at you, his brain too fogged with stress and anxiety to respond. he puts his hand on your hips and gently squeezes the soft flesh, watching with hungry eyes as you unbutton your shirt and toss it onto the side of the couch. you lean down to place hickeys and kisses onto his neck, peeling off his shirt and discarding it along with yours. he whimpers softly and moves his hands up to tangle in your hair, tugging gently at it, earning a soft gasp as you detach from his neck and sit back up. You admire the soft pink marks starting to form on his neck for a moment before snapping yourself back to reality.

In a Swift motion you remove his belt with one hand, using the other to stroke his cheek lovingly, "i'm going to help get rid of all your stress till all you can think about is the pleasure you feel" you whisper softly into his ear, head spinning with the desire to please your man and make him feel good again. too many days was he coming home like this and you just hoped this would make him feel better.

"y-yes please love, i need you so bad." he mumbled, his eyes wide with lust as he gripped your hips a little tighter.

You nodded and grinned, shuffling lower on the couch to lay in between his legs, pushing them apart and pulling his pants down. You hooked your fingers under the waistband of his boxers as his breath hitches and goosebumps formed on his skin, you look up at him as he gives a quick nod of approval. you pull his boxers down, freeing his cock from the fabric as it drips pre-cum,throwing the boxers somewhere along with the rest of your clothes before taking his hard cock into your mouth.

He immediately tangles his hands in your hair, jaw dropping open in pleasure as a deep moan escapes his lips, your tongue works around the head of his cock, lapping up the pre-cum. The taste of him drives you wild with desire and you let out a low groan, the sound vibrating against his dick earning another gravely moan from the man.

His head falls back against the cushions of the couch, his legs already trembling. He tugs at your hair and pushes you down deeper onto his cock and you nearly gag as it presses against the back of your throat. You hum and eagerly hollow out your cheeks, your wet mouth clamping against his thick length, you slowly start to Bob your head up and down on his cock,occasionally licking a stripe up the underside of his dick, pressing against the thick veins earning audible falls every time.

He lets out a series of moans and gasps as you take him deeper and harder, nearing the edge of his release. Sensing the change in his moans you cup his balls and start to massage them, using the other hand to stroke what you couldn’t take in your mouth. “Your doing so well sweetheart” You say, voice muffled by his chuck in your mouth. He squeezed his eyes shut at this, biting his lip to hold back a deep moan, biting soo hard he draws a drop of blood.

He becomes a blabbering mess in moments. unable to form coherent sentences, too overwhelmed by the pleasure. He instead resorts to groaning and whimpering, tugging at your hair to signal more.

You hollow out your mouth even more before mumbling praises onto his cock. “Taking it so good baby” you hum onto his dick and with everything combined that pushes him over the edge as he shoots his hot seed down your throat and he slightly thrust his hips up into your mouth to ride out his high before collapsing onto the couch.

You pull of his cock with a pop and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand to get rid of the remaining cum, swallowing it all and humming softly.

“Do you want me to..” javi starts but before he can finish you cut him off.

“No I’m okay love, I just wanted to make you feel good.” he hums in response, slowly coming down from his high as he catches his breath. You flip him so your lying underneath him and he’s laying on your chest,and he immediately wraps his arms around you like a koala, burying his face into the crook of your neck. You play with his soft brown hair as you let him relax into your embrace.

“Te quiero, mi hombre guapo” you whisper but he’s already fast asleep, snoring softly and eyes closed peacefully. You smile and gently pick him up bridal style, carrying him into your room and laying him down on the bed, crawling in with him and pulling him flush to your chest, his back facing you. With in minutes you were drifting off right next to the man you love.