#the juice is worth the squeeze as they say

[floral-hex]

BABY WATCH 2024!

First 24 hours with the new kitten. Thought it was a she, but did a closer inspection earlier and I’m leaning towards a he.

Anyway, the good stuff: he is the sweetest, most well behaved kitten I have ever seen. He’s an angel. He spent most of last night sleeping on my chest. I haven’t had such an actively affectionate cat in ages. The two I have now are sweet, but they don’t really cuddle. This little dude does. This little dude is awesome. He follows me around, doesn’t get into things he’s not supposed to, and instantly knew how to use a litter box. If he wasn’t so young, I’d think he was an abandoned indoor cat. But he’s baby. My baby. Still needs a name, though.

The not so good stuff: I DO NOT need another cat! I live in a small apartment with two other adult cats and a small dog. New cats are also expensive! He’s gonna need shots and to get fixed and, to be painfully honest, I really don’t know if I can afford that now. Shit, I’m basically out of (human) food until I can get some cash on friday. It’s rough. I’m really anxious. I love this little guy. I didn’t just pick a random kitten. I’d seen him outside a couple of times and I just… I hated the idea of this way too trusting little guy trying to survive out in the world. He just kept crying out at me and following me. There are other stray cats around, but this one is so small and so sweet and he followed me home and he loves me so much I literally started crying while holding him bc I didn’t want him to ever have to fight just to survive out there. I hate it. I mean, I love him, but it does make me feel kind of sick inside bc I know it’s not exactly a smart decision to take in a stray right now. Life sucks. He’s curled up next to me in bed now and if he wasn’t so tiny and sweet and wonderful, I might be okay not keeping him & letting him stay outside with his friends. I’m glad he’s not a human baby or I’d really be freaking out right now.

Anyway, I’d die for him now so it’s a done deal. My baby now.

[xannerz]

[jaratedeguadalupe]

stuck with the idea that remus straight up takes cups from the sink with fucking dish soap in it, and casually puts coffee or fucking orange juice in it in the morning like he didn't just commit a war crime 

[you-stand-corrected]

It’s actually been “iLlEgAl” since 1934.   The National Firearms Act of 1934 required registration of machine guns, short-barreled rifles, short-barreled shotguns, Any Other Weapons, and destructive devices.    I say, “You makes ya choices, ya takes ya chances.” 

NANCY WHEELER & MAX MAYFIELD STRANGER THINGS | S04E08, “Papa”

[baby-tini]

Dabi with a daddy kink.

Oh, and this man would fuck you in public. Not even like, "fuck in a public bathroom," would bend you over in a restaurant with everyone watching and do it.

A/N- I just want to start this off with.. why the hell are you so right?!?! He absolutely is the type of man to do some shit like this~ 😩 I hope you like it...

CW- smut, daddy kink, public sex

The first time it happened, it was an accident and you swear by that, really you do. It was in the heat of the moment, his cock was just so deep and your brain was fuzzy, everything seemed so high and cloudy. His hand was so warm and big around your neck, lithe fingers calloused and squeezing just right. Your voice coming out garbled and squeaky, tongue limp and wet, hanging out so pretty for him. So soft and warm on his thumb as he slips it in to keep you quiet for him.

He freezes when he hears it at first, cerulean eyes shooting to your own, burning hotter than hades flames. Dilated pupils leaking uncertainty as they flicker from your irises to your lips, thumb sitting pretty wrapped in plush skin. But you give yourself away when your eyes get all wide and anxious, at that point you know, that he knows what you said. That little gargled whine of "Daddy" was real, it came from you, and fuck, the repeated spews of "sorry, 'm so sorry Touya", "didn't mean it, just so good Touya." Leave him light-headed, heart pounding against his chest, pupils dilated on a high he didn't know was achievable. There's a quick, tighter squeeze around your throat before his hand pulls away to wipe the tears off your cheeks, hands moving wet hair off sticky wet skin.

"Shhh, it's okay, calm down pretty baby, I'm right here, yeah? I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere. But I need you to say it again princess, say it again for Daddy, please?" You try to say it again, you really do, for Touya, but it comes out choked, you don't mean for it too, it gets caught in your throat when his wet thumb presses down on your sticky clit. Rubbing rough circles into the little pearl, getting leaky juices on the floor when it drips off his cock, smearing on your thighs. "Try again baby, need to hear it again, you sound so pretty, hm?" Too much. It's too fucking much, his voice is raspy and cracking, warm breath panting in you ear, pleading with you.

He gets faster in his pace, cock twitching inside it's warm confinement as his balls slap against your ass. Heavy and full, ready and willing to give you everything you need. But it's too hot and stuffy in the dirty alley-way, people walking by and laughing. Parts of different conversations bouncing off your ears as your eyes roll back. The first spurt of warm cum he fucks into your cunt, has you keeling and pleading with him, voice raising in pitch as your nails dig into un-burned skin, blood starting to leak and gather under your nails.

"Daddy please, too much please, I can't, please I swear I can't, 'm too full," his hips stutter while hitting against your own. His abs clench, body tensing in full from the euphoria. Head thrown back as his eyes clench tight, white canines biting deep into your neck, pulling away soaked in crimson as deep imprints burn in their wake. The pain leaves a dopamine rush in your brain, ears buzzing from the overstimulation of everything.

"There you go baby, there you go, 'm so proud of you, so fuckin' proud, good girl." It's all so warm. His hands burning as electric eyes stare you down and whisper praise into your ear. Warm, wet tongue licking up ruby from your throat- smearing it onto un-flawed perfect skin. The full shock that wracks through your body when you cum for him makes you feel faint, legs like jelly and thighs strained from being wrapped around his waist for so long. The cobble from the cold, stone wall leaving nasty imprints on the backs of your thighs and arms. But it's all so worth it, worth it for Dabi, worth it for Touya.. worth it for Daddy.

[itsmealaiahh]

"Much Needed Release"

TW: tom being pussymuncher69, pussy eating, clit stimulation, minor profanity, some angst in the beginning, head (fem rec obviously), praise, some overstimulation, somnophilia

Request: older Tom X younger petite reader. reader had a bad day and Tom was tired of hearing abt how bad she was being treated. when r (reader) went upstairs for a nap, Tom woke her up with his face in between her thighs. He makes r cum A TON! Yea. Thx baeee!

IM ACK 😚😚`😚😚😦😦😦 NON T DEAD

Rating: under 15 dni!! explicit situations lie ahead!!

"I hate weekdays"

You complained to tom the minute you walked through the door, tired and spent from the hellish day you had just went through. It just wouldn't stop! The terrible treatment from certain co-workers, and even your boss was unbearable, to say the least.

Each day, you always came home, your mood miserable, and tom wanted to fix it. He was honestly getting a little bit annoyed at how every day at your officeplace was going. Why were your co-workers so rude towards you? Hell, why was even your boss so rude? He was sure you hadn't done anything to warrant the treatment. You were sweeter than anyone he had ever met, and it took a lot to get you angry or upset.

He wanted to help you out and give you a break from the tough week, but how so? You would surely fall asleep during a movie or an activity where you both just sat on the couch together, so how could he possibly help? He didn't notice you were no longer in the living room until he snapped out of his thoughts, and he knew you were taking a nap. He could try to..no.

That would be wrong, and quite frankly, disgusting, unless...

Tom made his way to the bedroom, seeing you napping on his pillow, your body covered by the duvet. Quietly closing the door behind him, he padded over to the mattress where you slept, picking the covers off. His eyes widened just a bit at seeing your underwear the only thing that you were wearing, and his cock twitched in his pants, slowing coming to life. His lips parted a bit, his tongue swiping over his bottom one as he gazed over your sleeping frame, drinking you in fully.

The more he looked, the more turned on he became, his member now straining almost painfully against the restraint of his pants. He pulled the covers over himself, stripping you of your remaining clothes, throwing them to the side; your precious cunt now exposed.

He groaned a little at the sight, placing a gentle lick on your clit before delving into your pussy. His hands held your hips down as you squirmed every now and then in your sleep, letting out little whines as well. He closed his eyes, lapping up and down your core, ravishing your taste on his tongue.

"so fucking sweet" he murmured, his tongue flicking up and down your little bud occasionally, working wonders on you. More moans and other small noises escaped you, slowly coming to from your sleep. Tom didn't see your eyes opening up as he continued to bury his face into your pussy, now sucking tastefully on your clit. You let out a loud moan, your vision no longer blurry. Your legs wrapped around tom's head, squeezing just a bit. You didn't have any time to adjust, your body overcome with pleasure.

Breathing in slowly, you met eyes with tom, who looked up at you with a grin, his beard glistening with your juices. "w-what are you doing?" You questioned, pulling yourself upright with your elbows. "Well" he started, giving another small lick to your core, before going back to speaking. "You had a rough day, so I wanted to make it better. Just sit and relax and let me please you, okay baby? I'll make it worth your while"

You laid back down with a sigh, enjoying the feeling of tom's tongue lapping insistently at your pussy. The tongue was a very wet and strong organ, and having tom's on your core? Fucking heaven. Your legs squeezed his head again, not too rough to cut off air supply, just enough to let him know how good you were feeling. "You like that baby? My tongue on this pretty little pussy?" He smirked. You nodded, giving another small whimper. Your hips bucked up against his mouth, already giving way to your orgasm. "To-tom"

Many, many, many, delicious orgasms later, and now you and tom were snuggled up together in bed, his hand stroking your hair softly. After being so spent from simply his tongue, he was calming you down and letting you go back to sleep, no more tricks up his sleeve for the rest of the night. He was going to let you get some much needed rest, and he'd try to convince you to stay home tomorrow so you could regroup and hopefully ease up from all of the tension your work was putting on you. But that was for tomorrow, right now, it was just about you and him, snuggled up together, happy and content.

also sorry jordan if this isn't what you wanted pookie lmk if you want some diff and i'll try to fix it 😋😋😋

[stillfoodforguys]

My roommate had exactly the kind of chubby, curvy body that I’d always hoped for in a lover. I tried to keep quiet about my crush for a while, but he figured it out himself from the way I constantly undressed him with my eyes. He made me an intriguing offer one morning, saying that if I could stay inside his belly for a whole day, then he would happily let us be together.

I nervously offered up my hands and allowed him to swallow them, mildly disgusted by the squelching sound of my arms slipping into his drool-filled mouth. I endured the strange feeling of his tongue exploring my body as it lubed me up for my journey. His throat muscles contracted tightly with each gulp, dragging me deeper into his tank until I was fully consumed.

As much as I loved admiring his belly from the outside, this was an entirely different experience. His gut was constantly groaning and squeezing me as he wandered around, and I couldn’t stop sweating due to the intensity of his body heat. It was a challenge not to immediately beg for my release, but I knew it would be worth it in the end. I managed to entertain myself once I realised my occasional squirms were turning him on, eliciting a gentle moan from him each time I moved.

Once I started to struggle on purpose to tease him, he was forced to dive into a public bathroom to relieve himself. I could just about reach my own hard shaft in my curled up position, so I joined him in this moment of pleasure. The loud moan of him reaching his climax also sent me over the edge, adding my cum to the mixture of sticky juices that were already covering my body. I sat in this blissful mess for a few more hours before my roommate finally returned home, rubbing his bulging belly to get my attention.

“Well, you managed to last all day without asking me to let you out. Now it’s time for your reward. We can be together forever…” All of a sudden, his stomach rumbled before he could finish that sentence, it’s slimy walls compressing me as an incredibly loud belch erupted from his mouth. “That is, once you get added to this fat gut of mine!” He licked his lips and reminisced about how I tasted when he swallowed me, knowing all too well how this would end.

I was oblivious to his true intentions, and now his stomach had such a tight hold of me, I couldn’t even put up any struggle. Although there were all sorts of horrible things about getting digested, the worst one for me was feeling his arm tucked beneath his belly, pressing into it with a steady rhythm as he jerked off for a second time. I couldn’t believe I was still being used for his arousal, even while his powerful stomach melted me down.

[sunnebeam]

in the darkest little paradise.

A 'DARKEST LITTLE PARADISE' DRABBLE.

pairing: min yoongi x reader

warnings: smut (minors do not interact), unprotected sex (bc it's fun to fantasize about in fictional situations but please use protection irl), small mentions of mafia shit (again), sex work

masterlist + disclaimers.

note: yet another smut drabble that's actually just a buildup for a whole ass wip! enjoy

— prev: (none) | next: and all the pieces fall

You're not much of a crybaby, not when life has a way of toughening you up.

But right now, with your legs high up in the sky as you lay on your back, your skin reveling in the soft velvet of the sheets, you blubber incoherently with uncontrollable tears streaming down your face.

The reason for your tears is wearing a smug look as he looks down at your pitiful, crying form.

"Why are you crying, princess?"

His thumb never leaves your clit just as his cock never leaves your warm, wet heat. But he doesn't move.

"Yoongi—"

"Yeah? What do you want?"

He's ruthless, rubbing circles on your sensitive nub but remaining otherwise motionless while he's balls deep inside you.

You hate crying. You hate pleading, as well. But Yoongi singlehandedly makes you do both.

After all, Min Yoongi owns the streets of Daegu. It should be a no-brainer that he owns your body, too.

He loves you like this, loves when your tough facade breaks just for him, loves when you whine and beg and plead to him, loves when you fall apart because of him.

"Yoongi," you whimper when he twitches inside you, "move."

If someone else tries ordering him around, they'd lose a limb.

But here you are, your pleas commanding him to fold to your every whim, your moans and lewd sounds spurring him to give you what you want.

And he does.

Yoongi starts off slow, knowing just how much you love the buildup despite your whining. He gathers a generous amount of spit in his mouth and lets it drop on your waiting cunt, groaning when he observes the mix of juices pooling between your spread legs where the two of you are joined.

"I've spoiled you too much," he teases, his hips starting to pick up a faster pace. "Bossing me around. Never saying please."

You're too fucked out to respond and it's not like he expects you to, anyway. Not when he starts jackhammering into you just the way you like it, and he begins to feel the fluttering of your walls.

"Yoongi," you sob, and as if to appease him, you chant, "please, please, please—"

And then you fall.

Yoongi loves it when you climax. You thrash around, hands gripping anything you can reach – the sheets, the bed posts, your hair, your tits. There's a beautiful vulnerability to the sight, a stark contrast to the tough, closed-off act you normally put on.

In truth, the both of you are closed-off people. But right here, with your cunt squeezing the life out of his dick, with your naked bodies connected in the most intimate of ways, he allows himself the same moment of vulnerability.

He falls. He reaches his peak and spills inside you, leaning down and groaning into your neck as you wrap your arms around him in a tight embrace.

Anyone looking at the two of you right now would think you're two lovers basking in the afterglow.

In another world, maybe. But in this dark little paradise, you can only wish.

Because he's Min Yoongi, the ruthless mob boss, the topdog of Daegu. And you're just a no-named prostitute, a whore, a nobody.

You know better than to dwell on it. So you suck it up, put on a face for him, and try to make the rest of his visit worth his while and worth his money.

After all, he's paying for you.

"Hey," he calls out just as the two of you are getting dressed. "Are you available tomorrow?"

"Oh, it's my day off tomor—"

"Not to work," he clarifies. "I mean, to go out."

Your eyebrows furrow.

"Out?" you repeat. "Out where?"

"To dinner."

You blink. "You want to take me out to dinner? Why?"

"Don't people usually go out for dinner to celebrate their birthdays?"

"My... birthday...? Wait, what?"

Yoongi just smirks. He then kisses your cheek before walking out the room with a quick, "I'll pick you up at seven," thrown over his shoulder.

You're dumbfounded. You're flustered. And truthfully, you're a bit excited. But most of all, you're confused.

Because how did Yoongi know tomorrow's your birthday?

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[thesassypadawan]

Bang Bang (Kurt x FemReader)

Summary: You’re leery at first about Kurt suggesting the gun range for date night, considering you’ve never even touched one. But he seems excited about the idea. Plus…he did promise to make it worth your while.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there sooo much of the smut. Fun from behind, firearms, and… Kurt’s thick, fat dick.

Notes: A little something for @espinathena-17! Babes, I absolutely LOVED writing this! I had a lot of fun with it, cannot not emphasize that enough!  Hope you like it! ❤️🤍

- “Relax. Breathe. Don’t overthink,” he mutters against your ear. Gravelly voice rumbling through, as he presses you into the counter. “Line up the shot and-”

- You were leery at first about Kurt suggesting the gun range for date night…

- “Bang!” A soft giggle bubbles out from your throat and abruptly you push back. Hips wriggling; enjoying the feel of his cock hardening, fat tip poking at your soaked folds. “Bang!”

- Considering you’ve never even touched one…

- One big hand cups yours, helping cradle and aim the firearm. Both your fingers resting over the trigger. “That’s right, angel.” While the other slips underneath your skirt, brushing your clit teasingly.

- But he seemed genuinely excited about the idea…

- “Bang.” He squeezes it firmly, along with your aching nub. The ringing sound of the discharge, covering up your sharp cry. “Bang.”

- Promising it’ll be worth it, that it’s something you’ll never forget…

- Thrusting forward, he slams into you. Hitting that wonderful spot, forcing a strangled moan from you. Accompanied by a…bang.

- “Better make those pretty little noises count.” Thumb circles, rolls your bud between calloused fingertips. Setting a fast pace that has your adrenaline addled brain spinning, body thrumming. “‘Cause there's only a few rounds left.”

- Walls clench around, grip his thick length. Teeth sink into your bottom lip, hint of metallic spreads across your tastebuds. Desperately trying to hold back a wave of high-pitched whines. Only to have a raspy groan escape him instead…bang

- Recoil jolts, kicks you back slightly. Just enough to drive him further, deeper. Forcing you to take more delicious inches, the air from your lungs. For a shrill squeal to let lose…bang

- “Four.” Hot breath fans on your neck, tongue laps at your goosebump riddled skin. Nipping not so gently; digits speeding up, pushing you closer. “All ya got is four.”

- Orgasm swiftly approaches, tears prick at the corners of your eyes. The coil in your stomach is so tightly wound, threatening to snap at any moment. You want, need to cum so badly; can feel yourself slipping. “Gonna…!” bang “Gonna…!” bang

- “Gonna, what?” Hips buck wildly. “Cream all over my cock?” Rails into you brutally. “Let the whole range know who fucks ya so good?” Abuses your poor pussy thoroughly.

- Lips trail, graze over your shoulder. “Who makes ya go…”

- Biting down with his all, Kurt plunges into you hard one last time. Pinching your clit, making you spasm and clamp. Juices gushing, sticky seed spilling. Vision blurring, wailing out at the top of your lungs…bang bang

- Rubbing softly at the oversensitive nub, working you down from that dizzying high. He places tender kisses to the teeth marks left behind, a silent apology. While helping lower your shaking arms, both your hands still wrapped around the gun’s grip…dick still buried deep. “All right?”

- Panting softly, you tilt your head towards him. Playful grin tugging at the corners of your mouth. “Yeah…yeah...great date idea you had, pup.”

- “Figured ya like it,” he chuckles. Small smirk spreads across his face, mischievous glint shines in those blue eyes. “So what do ya say? Why don’t we load in a new magazine? Squeeze in a bit more practice before closin’ time?”

- “Sure, I could go for a little more…” Scooting, you jerk back harshly twice. “…bang bang…”

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[finkinthisfrew]

TEACHER'S PET (Pt.5)

cw: 18+, teacher/student, teasing, taunting, daddy, praise kink, other stuff, v inappropriate :)

You follow Professor Healy up to his office, hands shaking in anticipation, unsure of what to expect next.

“Sit,” he commands as he steps through the door. You enter the room, obediently walking over to the chair facing his desk. 

“No,” he says authoritatively as you move to sit, causing you to freeze where you stand. “Edge of the desk. Facing the window.”

Confused, but too anxious to question him, you step behind his desk, hopping up on its edge as you hear the door close shut behind you. Another click- the lock. You sit quietly, heart pounding, eyes glued to your Professors chair, oblivious to the wall of colorful leaves behind it, branches dancing in powerful fall winds as you listen to the sound of his footsteps approaching.

“Miss Thompson,” he starts quietly, though the authority in his voice is unwavering as he continues. “You seem to think indecency on an Ivy League campus is not only appropriate, but worth flaunting,” he says as he steps into your view, eyes looking down at his busied hands. His fingers work at the cuffs of his dress shirt, then he rolls his sleeves up meticulously, exposing his veiny tattooed forearms one at a time. You raise your eyebrows at him, tilting your nose up snootily as you open your mouth to protest.

“”Well maybe if y-“ you start hotly, but he cuts you off immediately, disinterested in whatever you have to say.

“That wasn’t a question- it was a statement. And if you could spend more than two seconds listening to me instead of thinking about my cock all day long then maybe you would realize that, wouldn’t you agree, Miss Thompson?” He asks, towering over you with eyes so dark they look nearly black as he steps towards you.

“W-well, I,” you stutter, cheeks flushing, but he continues like you haven’t spoken as he bends down towards you, placing his hands on either side of you on the desk.

“You spend class after class sitting there in your absurdly tiny skirts, biting your little lip until it’s raw and squeezing your thighs together like I won’t notice, desperate to appease me when called upon in class… yet the moment class is done, you become a tyrant. A good student should always be good- not just when she chooses to be…” he says, his tone displeased as his eyes bear down on you. You desperately want to please him, reaching your hand out to take his tie, dangling before you like bait.

“I want to be good for you,” you say quietly, gripping his tie with both hands and pulling on it gently- pleading as you look up into his dark eyes. “Let me be good for you.” You tug, tilting your lips up towards his, searching for approval. 

He looks down at you thoughtfully, mulling something over in his mind as his eyes wander your face. Abruptly, he brushes your hands off his tie, turns, and sits down in his chair, crossing his arms as his eyes travel slowly, greedily up your body, finally piercing through your soul once more before speaking.

“Show me your homework,” he commands.

“What?” You ask, caught off guard.

“You heard me,” he says, his voice low, thick like molasses. “I’d like to grade your work,” he says darkly, face dripping with lust as his eyes wander down your chest to your skirt, making you squeeze your legs together without realizing. 

“Spread.”

You spread your already slick legs automatically, the sight of your Professor sitting back in his chair lazily as he watches you spread your legs only exciting you more.

“Ah-ah-“ he tuts, lifting his chin as he watches. “Wider… That’s it,” he says approvingly as you spread your legs as far as you can, exposing yourself entirely to him. “Good girl,” he says, mouth remaining slightly open, slack as he watches your juices drip onto his desk where he was to grade papers later that night.

A moan slips from your lips, his praise sending a shiver of pleasure through your core. 

“How do you already look so fucked out?” He says quietly to himself in disbelief. “I’m not even touching you and you’re already moaning,” he says, a smug smile teasing his lips. You nod innocently at him as you run your fingers up the inside of your thigh.

“I like pleasing you,” you said softly as your fingers meet your wetness. You slowly drag them up your dripping slit, making your stomach quake with pleasure. Your finger finds your clit and you begin to rub tight circles into it, moaning a bit louder this time as he watches your fingers intently, eyes flitting back up to yours periodically as you work.

“A little slower- there you go,” he directs you. You slow your speed, whimpering as you scan his face, the memory of his lip in your mouth screaming at you, demanding to be relived once more. But you want to be obedient- you want nothing more than to please him. Heat builds inside you as you watch the corner of your Professors mouth twitch up a your whimpers. The coil inside you tightens more than usual, much deeper than it has before, but it’s still not enough, so you pout in frustration. 

He stands up slowly, his eyes penetrating yours as he cocks his head to one side, taking a step towards you as he slips his hands in his pockets.

“Does it feel like it’s not enough?” He taunts with a small smile. You nod your head rapidly as you watch him approach you.

“It’s never enough,” you whisper, your eyebrows creasing in pained frustration.

“How many times have you tried? Enough?” He asks, his tone dripping with lust as he takes another step. He’s now standing between your open legs, looking down at your hand, then back up into your eyes, his pupils dilated with desire. You nod your head, pushing your lower lip out even further as your frustration builds.

He shakes his still cocked head faintly in disappointment as he slips one hand from his pocket, reaching it up to your face

“Words, Miss Thompson,” he breathes as he looks down at you, taking your chin delicately in his hand. His thumb caresses your bottom lip and you whine at his touch, watching the corners of his mouth turn into a greedy smile through your hazy eyes.

“Too many,” you pant quietly, but your answer isn’t enough for Professor Healy, who gives you another warning look as his hand sharply tips your head up to him. “Every day after class. Every night before bed. Every morning when I wake up. Sometimes even between classes,” you list between moans, panting as you speak.

“And what do you think about?” He asks, dropping his hand from your face to your lap, trailing a single finger down the top of your thigh towards your knee. The rough finger against your hyper-sensitive skin sends a wave of electricity through you, causing another breathy whine to escape your lips.

“You,” you breathe as you close your eyes and slip two fingers inside yourself. You groan at the feeling, a new pleasure blooming within you. But the sensation is too dull- your fingers too small, too gentle to satisfy your need for fullness. It’s not enough. You push them in anyways, fumbling somewhat rhythmically- desperate to relieve that burning need for release.

“Well, naturally,” your Professor agrees in a pleased tone. “And you’ve been doing this every day, multiple times a day, and you’re still not satisfied?” He asks in both curiosity and awe. You open your eyes halfway as you press the heel of your palm into your clit.

“No, it never feels right,” you groan in frustration at the feeling. “I need your help,” you whine. “I need you, Professor.”

“Ahhh,” he says in understanding, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He reaches his hand up to your breast, cupping it just barely as he swipes your hardened nipple through the thin material of your shirt with his thumb, making you gasp at the shock of pleasure. He cocks his head to one side, enthralled by your physical reaction to his touch. You look up at him with renewed fire in your eyes, and he lowers his other hand to your thigh, trailing it slowly back up your bare skin as his eyes pierce through you. “You need some tutoring,” he breathes darkly as he pushes your hand away, replacing it with his own. You gasp at his touch, missing the shudder of pleasure that rolls through your Professor’s body at your erotic moans.

His fingers find your clit first and you groan- loudly- gripping the table with fingers like vices. His calloused thumb rubs wave after wave of pleasure into your clit as you mewl, watching his expert thumb work. His fingers are much longer, much thicker, and much rougher than yours. You want them inside you now.

“Fuck,” you whine, chest heaving as he picks up his speed on your clit.

“Are you taking notes?” He rasps, his own breath growing ragged as his other hand slips up the hem of your shirt, his weathered skin leaving tingles in its wake as it travels back up to your breast, cupping the warm, soft mound of skin.

“More,” you complain in a low whine. “I need you- to fill me,” you say as you bite back another moan. You reach your hand out to his buckle, pulling him closer to you and begin to fumble at the clasp. Suddenly his hand leaves your clit, gently gripping your wrist as he tuts once more. You whimper.

“I’m not done, yet, darling,” he coos as he leans into your ear. “I have to check your work first.” You groan as you feel his hand between your legs once more, his fingers toying lightly at your entrance, teasing you as your hips reach out desperately for more. You feel his other hand trail lightly round your neck, his thumb lingering on your throat for a moments before reaching around, taking a handful of your hair in his grip. He pulls, tilting your head back as he dips a single finger into you, no more than an inch. You groan and whine as you try to push your hips forward, but he keeps his finger just out of reach. 

“Look at you, writhing around all desperate for me,” he says, voice gravelly in your ear. “So eager… Do you want more, baby?”

“Yesss,” you plead, turning your head in his grasp to place your lips on the closest part of him to you- reaching desperately for his jaw, thirsting for a taste of him. 

“Of course you do,” he says as he lets you nip at his jaw, smiling as he withdraws his finger, slowly replacing it with two as he pushes them in a bit further, stretching you wide. You throw your hands around his neck, anchoring yourself in the sea of pleasure, waves of ecstasy crashing around you as you dig your nails into your Professors skin. 

“My best student,” he praises, placing a gentle kiss on your temple as you whine loudly in his ear. He pushes his fingers in the rest of the way, all the way up to his knuckles. His two fingers are thicker than three of yours, their roughness only adding to the whirlwind of pleasure building within you as he begins to pump his fingers at an agonizingly slow pace, every stroke against your G-spot earning a moan from you.

“Is this what you needed? To be filled up a bit?” He taunts you sweetly. “All those performances and tantrums you threw for me, and all you needed was for me to fill you a little?”

“Yes, daddy,” you breathe, the word slipping from you naturally before you can catch yourself. Your heart stops as you feel his fingers pause.

“Ohhh, I see,” he says with a smile, lifting his face to look down on you. His fingers resume fucking you, picking up speed, just barely, making you mewl frantically. “Had I known every time you said Professor you meant daddy…” his voice trails off as he looks down at his fingers. You watch him lick his lip, then bite it slightly as he watches in devilish fascination as your hips buck uncontrollably against his hand. “Very good girl,” he says, almost to himself. You groan in pleasure, his praise like its own toy, sending a shiver of satisfaction up your spine, escaping your lips with a shudder.

“Do you want my cock, baby? Is that what you need? Not full enough?” He coos sweetly.

“Yes- fuck, yes,” you reply exasperatedly.

“Yes, what?” He says, raising his eyebrows at you expectantly. You groan through clenched teeth, his mutual need for the word sexier than you ever could’ve imagined.

“Yes, daddy,” you whimper as he smiles, pumping his fingers even faster inside of you, a burning ball of pleasure building steadily in your core. “I need you to,” you add in a choke as you watch the vein in his forearm strain against his skin as his fingers curl, every stroke pushing you closer.

“Well I have some unfortunate news for you,” he whispers in your ear. “You see, you’ve been very bad,” he growls, lips grazing the skin of your neck, teasing you with their touch. “Traipsing around campus in this little getup, flaunting your ass to everyone like it doesn’t belong to me.”

You can’t help but groan at his possessive words- all you’ve wanted was to be his.

“Trying to tease me- trying to tempt me,” he continues, pressing his thumb harder into your clit, making you cry out in pleasure. “You’ve been a very bad girl, Hazel… And bad girls don’t get the privilege of being filled and fucked till they scream,” he taunts as you whimper in frustration. “They don’t get to be pounded till they can’t walk anymore- till they can’t think anymore,” he says, nipping your burning skin at the base of your neck between his words. “You haven’t earned that privilege, Miss Thompson,” he said, his mouth finally planting itself above your collarbone, warm tongue swirling against your skin before harshly sucking on it, making you moan loudly in euphoria. 

“How do I earn it?” You beg desperately through panting breath.

“Ohoho, my darling…” you hear him chuckle below you, his face lifting up to look at you with a devilish smile. His mouth hovers above yours as he looks up at you with wide blackened eyes in pity, warm breath taunting you as it washes over your tender lips- bitten raw from countless bitten back screams. “Did you fuck yourself one too many times for me this weekend?” He asks in a mocking tone as he pouts. “You’ve already forgotten what I said? Too cock-drunk for daddy to remember what he told you?” He pushes you down to your elbows, then grinds his hips into yours, his fingers pulsing rapidly within you. He presses his forehead into yours, nostrils flaring, pupils blown-out as he growls into you, “You’re not going to touch my cock- you’re not going to feel my cock- you’re not even going to so much as see my cock for the next four years. I hope that little grab you tried earlier in my trousers will be enough to tide you over until graduation, because you’re going to spend the rest of your Masters Degree replaying it- replaying this- the time you came so close to getting fucked by your Professor- night after night all alone in your bed, until you it drives you mad. I’ll be surprised if you don’t start touching yourself in classes after this… you’ll spend the next four years crawling at the thought of getting to feel my cock inside of you. That’s a decent enough punishment, don’t you agree?” He says menacingly, your clit burning with pleasure under his thumb as he coaxes your orgasm closer.

You shake your head furiously, your need to be fucked by him clouding your mind in such a thick haze of lust you can’t seem to think straight as you ride the high of pleasure.

“No? You don’t agree?” He asks threateningly. Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you whimpering, shaking against him, the overwhelming emptiness leaving you feeling deranged. You nod desperately- anything to get his fingers back inside you.

“That’s my smart girl,” he coos sweetly. You feel his fingers pushing back inside you, the relief almost sending tears to your eyes as your elbows give out. Your Professor catches you with his other hand, holding you up as he pumps his fingers faster. “That’s my smart girl. Yes baby, you’re right,” he says as he kisses your forehead tenderly. “You earned your punishment and you’re taking it so well for daddy.”

He places slow gentle kisses on your face, your voice emitting an endless stream of moans and whining, teetering so closely to the edge of your climax, you don’t think you could remember your name if he asked you.

“Shhh, you don’t need to worry about that now. Right now you need to come for daddy. Can you do that for me baby girl? That’s it, you sound so beautiful when you scream, my angel. Moan for me just like that, there you go,” he says as you buck your hips uncontrollably against his relentless fingers, unravelling in his grasp. “Do you need daddy to fuck you a little harder with his fingers? Is that it? Such a needy girl…” he taunts with a smile, your climax only seconds away as the pleasure begins to overflow inside of you. “Are you ready to cum for daddy? Yes? Yes, I think so too, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me. All over my fingers. Ah- that’s it. Good girl, just like that. Perfect… My perfect girl…” he mutters the last few words into your skin as your orgasm bursts through your core, spreading through your body to your fingertips and toes, electric waves of pleasure splintering you from within as you scream. You shudder in his grip, legs shaking against his hips as your eyes roll back into your head. Pleasure explodes and pulses within you as his fingers slow with the settling of your body, leaving you limp in the strong grasp of his arm. The pleasure envelops you, slowly bringing you back to consciousness as you catch your breath from the release, relief flooding your body after weeks of aching. You eventually open your eyes only to find your Professor looking down at his hand, still between your legs.

“Look at this pretty little mess you made for me,” he says, tilting his head as admires the juices coating his dripping hand. He moves his fingers around inside you curiously, pulling them in and out as he plays with your wetness, periodically looking up to watch you as you jerk and jolt at his movements, too sensitive to be played with after such a strong climax, but too drained to stop him. 

“Feel that? Do you feel my fingers inside you?” He asks you softly. You shiver as he cradles you closer to him, his fingers still toying with you, then manage to nod your head twice. “Memorize that. Because you’re not going to feel them for a very. Long. Time.”

You can’t help the whimpers that escape your lips as he withdraws his fingers. He looks down at you with an indecipherable look as his eyes travel over your face. Then, he leans down, placing a single gentle kiss on your lips, his mouth moving carefully and purposefully as a new kind of flutter awakens in your core. When your lips finally part, you watch as he steps away, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the juices from his hand.

“You’re forgiven for your behavior,” he starts quietly, wiping each finger meticulously. “But if you try to tempt me like that again, I promise the next punishment won’t be nearly as pleasant for you,” he says without looking at you. “You’re dismissed.”

You stand up in a daze, furrowing your brow in confusion as you walk towards the door obediently, too fucked-out to do much more than simply follow his command. You open the door, glancing back at your teacher once more, his back now facing you as he looks out the window of his office before you leave, closing the door behind you. You lean against it, the click of the lock a minute later causing you to flinch. You rest your head back against the glass window of the door, catching your breath as you play through what just happened, the wet mess between your legs becoming more noticeable outside the steamy haze of the office.

It didn’t make sense. Why didn’t he fuck you? Did he not want to? That wouldn’t make sense. He didn’t have to touch you, and yet he went out of his way to make you cum anyways? Eagerly cooing every sweet nothing you could have possibly wanted into your ear when he could have just sent you home…  That only made the mystery of him not fucking you even more confusing. He had every opportunity to fuck you just now, and yet he didn’t even so much as stroke himself. Maybe your sexual desire wasn’t as mutual as you’d thought it was… 

A sudden sound shakes you from your spiral. You scan the empty hall, waiting for the sound to repeat itself in the hopes of identifying it. You stand there quietly, ears perked. You hear it again, realizing the sound was coming from behind you.

A whimper.

You turn, then reach as high as you can on your tiptoes to the tiny sliver of glass that hadn’t been covered in newspaper.

Just barely, you see him. The two fingers that had just been inside you, the same one��s he’d just cleaned in front of you now in his mouth, his eyes closed as he sucks on them. You can’t see his other hand, hidden behind the desk, but you slowly piece together what he’s doing, the rapid rhythmic movement in his lap paired with his soft whimpers finally clicking in your mind. You catch yourself as your hand drifts back down between your legs, clenching it into a tight fist before you could do anything crazy. You can’t get caught out here- another teacher could walk by at any moment and see you straining on your toes to spy on your teacher in his private quarters. No, this you’d have to enjoy later. You let yourself watch him pump himself a another minute longer, taking extra care to memorize every whimper before promptly running down the hall, desperate to get home so you could replay the look on his face when he caught his bottom lip with his teeth and chewed it, hair bouncing with the speed of his hand before looking down with a pained expression at the small crumpled pile of black lace on his desk…

[k-dokja]

I don't know if anyones said this, but can you pls do one with James lee giving reader head? When he has red hair, and I don't rlly mind the gender😞🙏

Ive had a red haired James lee obsession for the past month help

Honestly, I write so much cunnilingus that I don't know what I have written and what I haven't.

As always AFAB reader. NSFW is under the cut.

You look pretty like this, he thinks.

Cheeks flushed, hair a mess, your eyes glare up at him like he's not the one making you soaking wet. Or maybe that's why you're glaring at him? He can't tell. But you're a sight worth savouring, with your lips swollen, both above and below, but he has an inkling that you'd smack him if he said that.

"All for me?" James teases, pushing your legs back to your chest. It's an overkill seeing how he hasn't decided to sheath his cock inside you yet, but it doesn't matter.

When he returns to sopping wet cunt, your legs are thrown over his shoulder, and his nails dig into your thighs as he drags his tongue over your folds. James delights in the way your body shivers under his ministrations. His lips press over you and he sucks on your clit. Your hips stutter into his mouth, hands desperately scrambling to seek purchase on the mattress.

He gives you no time to recover, instead sliding his hands over the flesh of your hips, giving it a bruising squeeze as if you are something to be claimed. His tongue burrows itself in your clenching, tight warmth.

"J-James," You whine, the sound keening and high at the first feel of the heat and his expert movements.

James hums with pleasure as he tastes you before swiping up over your bud and then returning back down, sucking your folds into his mouth. You try to buck up to him, but his hold on your hips keeps you down on the mattress. His iron grip on you never wavers as he keeps you spread open, and the control he has is overbearing as he wrings your arousal from you.

Without thinking, your hand shoots downwards between your legs and grabs a handful of his hair. Your fingers tighten on his red locks, curling your hands until they're knuckles-white.

You can hear the squelch of his movements as he groans into you, the vibrations going straight to your cunt. Just as soon, James pulls back from you with a smug grin on his face. "Somebody is impatient."

"Stop teasing me," you grumble, pushing his head back down between your legs. He doesn't oblige immediately, turning to kiss the inside of your thigh, wiping some of your juice on the soft skin.

"I'm an artist at work, you have to let me take my time," he nibbles on your sensitive flesh. Your legs squeeze around his face in warning, but the smile curving up his lips foretells you that it was a wrong move to take.

James leaves one of your thighs to slip his hand between your legs. Before you have the chance to say anything, his fingers rub down on your folds, his thumb rubbing on your clitoral hood before slipping one inside. A lazy smile overtakes his lips when you clench down on him. He pumps in and out of you at a leisurely pace, adding another finger inside your warm wetness. His tongue laves at your folds in tandem with his fingers, working you to your limit as your breaths grow heavier and heavier.

"James…" You breathe out, tugging at his hair. He knows what you're begging for, but he decides to ignore it in favour of focusing on the task. His fingers slip further inside you, stretching you open for him before curling them roughly into the sensitive bundle of nerves. A strangled cry escapes your lips as your body shudders under his tongue.

You grip his hair hard, your nails digging into his scalp as his thumb rubs firm circles over your engorged bud. "Come for me, babe," he croons, kissing your inner thigh. And you do.

As the first spasms begin, your walls clamp down on his fingers, keeping him inside you. Your overwhelmed cries fill his ears while James doesn't stop lapping at you. The sounds and feeling as he works your cunt, the smell of your sex mingling with the sweat, and musk glaze your eyes over. He pushes his fingers deeper and deeper until you can't take it and calls out his name with the onset of your release. "Good girl," he praises you, cooing at you as your cunt is overtaken by the vicious contractions, your orgasm taking hold and rocking you as he feeds from your sex.

James then covers your entire cunt with his tongue and feels your every convulsion as you ride through this orgasm. He licks up all you can give him. With his arm braced and his palm over your breast, he can feel your body heaving for every gulp of air.

Your hand stays in his hair, the fingers flexing as your hips roll into his mouth.

He pulls away with a sigh, giving you a final suck along your folds. The light touches send a last shot of white-hot pleasure and it robs your breath for a moment.

You're left boneless, unable to lift your head and look at him properly, now spread boneless on the mattress. You weakly tremble as his thumbs slide over your swollen, aching bud, a final gentle rub-over before he takes his hand away entirely.

The hand on your chest slides away, resting lightly over your hip. You keep your gaze lidded as James rises over you again and, with great strength, lifts your hip off the ground and pulls you against him as he moves to sit on his knees. Your legs clench up to his waist in surprise at the sudden movement as he cradles your ass in his palms.

The smell of your arousal is thick in his nose, and his erection strains to the point where he can no longer ignore the growing hardness in his underwear. From that alone he can tell that the fabric is already nearly fraying to contain him, and his cock bobs even harder. "Seems like we have a little situation here…" James quips, lowering you against him as he shimmies down his underwear. His erection springs free from the confine, the thickness of it is heavy on your skin. Your slit is still oozing from before, dripping along your folds.

James smirks, bucking his hips into yours. A surprise moan escapes you. The head of his cock catches your entrance and slips an inch in before he's met with your body's resistance. "Ready for more?"

[sweetiecutie]

Pairing: König x fem! Reader

Warnings: smut, mommy kink, creampie, pussyeating, overall nasty

Your thighs burned with tiredness, thin sheen of sweat covering your body, running down your back and temple in tickling droplets. You huffed yet again, gripping König’s shoulder tighter to get better leverage. But you couldn’t stop, especially not when König looked so pretty underneath you - all blushed and fucked-out, hearts almost shooting out of his eyes at the sight of you fucking yourself on his girthy cock.

- You’re gonna be a good boy and cum deep inside my pussy? - you saw König’s eyes roll slightly at your words as he nodded his head vigorously, his adam’s apple bobbing rapidly.

- Yesyesyes, gonna do that for mommy, anything you want, - König slurred, his eyes bleary and unfocused, watching your tits bouncing right in his face as you rode him, milking his cock empty of his cum. He was completely pussy drunk at this point, gripping your hips and whining into the crook of your neck, sucking dark bruises on your skin there.

You rolled your hips against his in full circle, applying just a bit more force than previously. A violent shudder ran through König’s huge body, tight clenching of your pussy along with your sweet praise made him moan lewedly, a sound worth of nastiest pornography. It sent wave of arousal surging through your body, only encouraging you to quicken your pace, fucking the mere soul out of desperate man underneath you.

- Come on, make a mess, - you encouraged breathlessly, quickening the pace on which you bounced up and down on König’s throbbing cock.

König squeezed his eyes shut, his big fingers digging into the pudge of your ass, surely leaving dark marks in their wake. Low growl tumbled through his heaving chest, quickly turning into a chain of shameless moans and quiet mewls. König’s strong hips thrusted upwards a few times, effortlessly lifting your whole body weight, desperately chasing his high; surely enough, soon you felt warmth spreading inside of you; his hips still jabbing weakly, trying to prolong his orgasm as much as possible.

You cooed at all the desperate sounds this huge man was making; your hand coming up to cradle his jaw, thumb rubbing his sweaty cheek softly as you murmured encouragements and sweet nothings against his reddened ear, only causing König to blush more.

- Did so good for me, baby. But look at that, - you said, moving your gaze downwards. König followed your eyes with his teary ones, down to where he was still snugly sheathed within your rippling heat, noticing a small puddle of his pearly cum mixed with your juices starting to form at the base of his cock. - Gotta clean mommy up, don’t you think?

You could see König’s eyes lit up at your words, his softening cock twitching inside of you. He swallowed heavily, nodding eagerly.

- Yes ma’am.

He slid out of you carefully, laying your back on crumpled sheets. Getting in-between your plushy thighs he urged you to wrap them around his head; short stubble on his chin and cheeks scratched your sensitive skin, causing goosebumps to run up your spine.

Without any detain König got straight to work, nimble tongue delving right through your drenched folds, lapping at your pussy as if it was the most delicious meal in the whole world (it indeed was for him). Gathering the mix of his thick cum and your slick on the tip of his tongue, König swallowed all of it with immense pleasure, sucking your pussy clean.

Let’s just say that it was far from the last time he got to clean you this way that night🤍

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[alex-thegiraffeboyy]

Chapter 3: Misty

Summary: You and Vi got a fight, they try to figure things out.

Words: 2.3K

Bewitched Masterlits

Enjoy it, because I loved writing it 😿💕

A job had recently come up. And from what Vi had told you it was THE job.

You weren't surprised where the information came from, but that didn't imply that you weren't angry with Ekko. You had asked him multiple times to stop following clients that came from uppercity, that someday he was going to get in trouble for following them, but he didn't seem to want to listen to you. But, in this case, it wasn't Ekko who worried you the most, but Vi, who was the one who was the most convinced about going to the house to get sophisticated materials and sell them. There was only one problem.

You didn't agree.

And as much as it weighed on Vi, she knew she couldn't do that mission without you. By constantly working hand in hand with Benzo you had learned a few tricks. You had an eye for recognizing valuable artifacts. You could recognize junk worth no more than a nickel next to junk worth a hundred gold coins. You could recognize dangerous artifacts and warn them about it. Vi knows she could do it alone with her brothers, but she knows it could be a thousand times better if you went with them. And this was an opportunity they had to make the most of.

But you definitely didn't want to be a part of it. Although after a few hours of back-and-forth between the two of you, you finally gave in a little, and asked her for time to think about it. So Vi gave you time.

And for a few days things went on as usual, except that things between you and Vi were a little... tense. None of her brothers knew what had happened, they just knew it had something to do with the argument they had had over the job with the Piltover house. And it's just that in that fight things got out of control and they said some things they didn't mean in the heat of the moment. Especially Vi.

At some point in the conversation the butterflies that always accompanied her had turned into wasps that flew at full speed towards her with the intention of harming her in order to defend what she believed was right (not that you didn't have your own wasps, you just tried to contain them as much as you could -even if it meant letting them hurt you-). But once things calmed down, once you got your head on straight and your feet on the ground, regret began to eat you alive from the inside out. Shame became a second skin between you, filling you with discomfort and nerves.

They purposely stopped looking for each other over the days, but the universe, as if it wanted to help them, made them meet again and again. One time Benzo would ask you to bring something to Vander for the bar and as soon as you set foot inside you would spot the blue and pink hair in front of the bar sipping a juice while they talked to Vander. Your throat would close up and anxiety would fill your system. Did you have to talk to her? What would you say? Would she be angry or would she forget? What if she didn't want to see you? What if...? But you put that aside, took a big breath and walked towards them.

Vander greets you with a smile and Vi can't help but freeze in place, her gaze remains stoic, but her thoughts become restless, having the same questions as you. She doesn't dare move as soon as you reach the bar to deliver what you had been ordered. She hears you wave to Powder as you try to dodge the conversations. As you avoid staying any longer. You sound rushed and somewhat nervous, and something about that makes Vi's heart squeeze painfully in her chest. You was never in a hurry to leave. Normally you'd stay a while to chat and let Vander pour you a glass of juice before you remembered you had things to do.

Look at me. Vi wants to say, but the words feel ironic in her head when she can feel your gaze on her at times. The one who doesn't have the strength to see you is her. She feels just as helpless as she did when she was a child and couldn't get her stuffed animal down from between the wires.

She hears you leave the bar and the next thing she feels are the stares of her sister and foster father on her.

"What happened between you and Sunny?" Powder dares to ask, looking at her with those big, curious eyes that characterize her. Vi doesn't turn to look at her, resigned to finishing her drink with a tense face.

"Vi?..." Vander asks softly as he notices that the girl didn't respond. She seemed distant. Distant to all his words.

"It's nothing" And with that she rose from her seat and left the bar for his room.

She felt like she was clinging to a cloud. And she couldn't understand why it caused her so much anguish. Why she couldn't get up the courage to talk to her. To apologize to her. Her head felt weird.

Misty.

So they spend a few days avoiding each other. Awkward glances, nervous hands. And no matter how much everyone asks, they keep avoiding the subject.

And you miss each other. But you don't know how to tell each other.

So her brothers decide to intervene. Well, Powder and Ekko.

On the one hand Powder has been watching her sister. She knows she's sad and that's why she sits alone on the roof during sunset lately (since she usually watched them with you). On the other hand, Ekko knows that you try to avoid that. He knows that you and Benzo have a silent agreement about letting you off for a few hours between afternoon and evening so you can be with Vi, but since you've both been avoiding each other recently, you usually stay a little longer in the store to clean up. So they plan everything to perfection. And one afternoon, Ekko starts with the plan they've been doing.

He sees you halfway across the tent, cleaning a pair of binoculars as you sway gently, humming a song under your breath, your back to him. He breathes and counts. One... Two... Three... This has to work.

"What are you planning, Ekko? You know I can feel you behind me, right?" Ekko feels his soul leave his body for a few seconds, but quickly decides to return to his performance. The perfect opportunity.

"No... I was just thinking about what you would say" You still don't turn to him, still concentrating on the cleaning between your hands.

“ 'bout what?"

"Well... Powder asked me to tell you that she needed your help putting together one of her pumps, she's not quite sure what some of the parts are for. She told me she'd like you to come over today, because the rest of the week is going to be kind of busy... B-but, I know things with Vi are awkward!, so..." Your heart squeezed a little. They shouldn't have to worry about whatever was going on between the two of you, and as much as it made you uncomfortable to be around Vi right now, you didn't want to make Powder feel bad, or make her think that because you had issues with her sister you wouldn't see her anymore. So you grabbed your stuff, said goodbye to your brother, and set off on your way to The last drop.

Once in the establishment you expertly made your way through the sweaty, drunken bodies to get to the area that led to Vi and her brothers' room. When you reached the door of the room you took a breath and counted to ten before knocking. A very happy Powder greeted you and your heart couldn't help but feel warm. She asked you to climb the stairs to the roof, that she would catch up with you in a few moments, and you, naïve and obedient, began to make your way to the roof of the bar. Once Powder closed the door, Claggor and Mylo stared at her big smile.

"What are you planning, you idiot? You know Vi's on the roof and they're not getting along lately" Mylo scolded with annoyance.

Powder just stuck her tongue out at him before walking back to her bed with a jaunty stride "If we don't help them they'll never speak up for themselves."

"But don't you think Vi?" "Shut up Mylo" "WHO ARE YOU SHUTTING UP, YOU LITTLE-...."

But while the sibling fight raged downstairs, you were fighting your own battle on the roof, for when Violet heard footsteps she turned her head, thinking it was Powder worrying about her again. The last thing she expected to find was you. So now you both stare at each other with wide eyes and bated breath. And that's when it hits you. Powder never needed help, Ekko wasn't nervous because you didn't want to help her friend, but because of this. "Damn evil kids" you think.

It takes a moment, but it feels like an eternity before you greet her. But to her ears it's the prettiest melody she's ever heard. She answers you softly as she watches you walk up to her, your nervous eyes looking at everything but her.

"May I?..." You ask softly, pointing to the spot next to Vi, who's lost for words again, so she just nods before looking away from you. You're both a nervous wreck in your own way. They feel weird. They feel misty next to each other.

Another moment passes as they both watch the sunset.

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"I'm sorry"

Your head turns to her, somewhat surprised that she decided to make the first move. However, she wasn't looking at you.

"I shouldn't have called you that..." She said with her voice shaking as she looked down at her fidgeting hands "You're not selfish, I know you care a lot about everyone and you have enough reasons to not want to participate in this" you see her clench her jaw as she tightly closes her eyes and clenches her hands one against the other in shame and regret. It takes her a shaky breath to look you in the eyes "I'm so sorry for everything I said to you, I didn't mean any of it, I don't think of you any of it, I just-" before the girl could torment herself more you hug her. You held her lovingly against you as she seemed to cling to this embrace.

“I forgive you... and I'm sorry, too.”

A shudder went through Violet's spine before she let out a sigh as she clung to you. They stayed like that for a while before sitting back down next to each other, your head against her shoulder and her hand on yours, watching the sun go down. The misty had cleared a little, leaving them feeling numb and peaceful.

"I know you'd never give us a job we couldn't handle" You decide to say quietly, afraid to break the atmosphere "That's why I'm going with you."

Violet quickly turned around, somewhere between alarmed and relieved. "You don't have to-"

"I know I don't have to, but I still will" a small laugh escapes your lips as you straighten up so you can look at her "Besides, I know you idiots couldn't recognize a good haul even if you had it in front of you" you tell her with a mocking look on your face. Violet lets out a laugh before turning to you as if offended.

"How dare you insinuate such a thing?"

"Oh honey, it's not an innuendo, I know" At these last words Violet pounces on you to tickle you, something about making you pay for what you said you seem to understand. After a while, tummy aching, cheeks tense with laughter and both of you lying on the cold concrete, you and Violet stare at each other for a while.

"I missed this" admits Vi with a smile "I missed you, Sunshine" She adds, looking at you with those intense blue eyes that at that moment seemed to sparkle with the reflection of the last rays of the sun (and something more).

A tired smile spreads across your face "I missed you too".

But there, lying next to each other, the mist is slowly returning. You both realize that you are very close, you can feel Violet's breath tapping softly against your face. You both notice every freckle, scar or blemish on the other's face. Vi can't help herself and places her hand on your cheek, caressing it with her thumb. You gently place your hand on hers, holding her hand, appreciating her affection.

Neither of them can tell which is whose end, which is left and which is right. They only know that they are side by side, happy and at peace. They only know that, by inertia or their own will (honestly they don't care, they are too misty and too much in love) their faces are getting closer and closer.

Because there on the roof, lying next to each other after patching things up, with the orange sky in the background, they share their first kiss.

It's no big deal. They're just little girls learning what a kiss is. But here's the thing; a kiss doesn't have to be good to be valuable. It serves no real purpose. It is valued only for the person with whom it is shared.

And in this case, neither of them could care less about the quality of the kiss. They were happy having their first kiss with their best friend. With the girl they love.

They couldn't care less, because they are too misty and too much in love.

But little did they know about what life was about to bring them

I hope you liked it, it took me a long time to write this one, but I liked the result.

The next chapter will be based on the song "Promise" (Angst is coming). I recommend you to listen to the whole Bewitched album, since their songs are the influence of this fanfic (the title of a chapter is the name of a song). I hope you're liking it, see you! 💕

[lovelywetdreamer]

"Just the fingers. That doesn't break the no-touch policy, right?" Jinshi says with his fingers sliding the piece of clothing that covers your cunt. His eyes were full of lust at the sight of your clit swollen and hard and pussy just embarrassing wet for him.

"Right only fingers and nothing else...I mean it Jinshi." You say knowing you are lying to yourself.

Sliding his long thick fingers in and out of you slowly. One hand traveling up your body to your hard nipple. Pinching and twisting your already sensitive nipples made you squeeze tighter around Jinshi's fingers.

"If I lose my precious digits inside this cute tiny cunt." He curls them up inside your gummy wall. Pressing perfectly against your G-spot. "It would be worth the loss." He moans into your ears.

His fingers were finally set free after you sprayed them down with your love juice. His fingers were dripping and glistening from you. Before he had the chance to treasure the flavor of you, you licked his fingers clean.

"You are going to be the death of me, my lady."

[runningfrom2am]

could we get a blurb where rafe saves reader at a party?

it's gets a little handsy for her with some of his friends and one of them tries to go too far and rafe saves her?

thank you for this request omg!! i hope it lives up to your expectations (even tho its a little long to be a blurb oops-) and i'm sorry this took me so long!

get the fuck off her - r.c.

pairing: rafe x fem!kook!reader

wc: 2.4k

tags/warnings: angst, comfort, implications of attempted sa, intentional use of lowercase, violence (kinda), some generally triggering stuff so please if any of this is upsetting for you please go read something else!

requests (currently closed- feel free to send whatever but it will be a while before I get to them!)

nav/masterlists

"you're not funny kelce, has anyone ever told you that before?" you raise an eyebrow at your friend, talking loudly over the blaring music as you cross your arms over your chest.

"actually no, that's a first." kelce replies snarkily, mocking your posture. "you're lying though, babe- i know you think i'm hilarious."

you roll your eyes, a smile still present on your face. your pupils are blown, lids drooping slightly as you immediately forget the interaction and sway with the music.

"c'mon, you know you love me." kelce chuckles, stepping closer and placing his hands on your waist. you laugh, brushing his hands off smoothly.

rafe is biting into the rim of his plastic cup as he watches, previously enjoying a sip of whatever jungle juice someone had left on the counter. he's watching closely, and though you laughed it off, he knew you well- and he knew you weren't a big fan of being touched. kelce should know better too.

it's only a matter of minutes before it happens again, topper approaching the group and slinging his arm over your shoulder which you don't even process with the concoction of substances mixing in your bloodstream.

"rafe, man, your sister's a bitch, bro." topper whines, leaning into you further.

"that so?" rafe chuckles, watching topper's arm slide down to your back.

"yeah, she's leading me on, then fucking off and leaving me high and dry." he explains vaguely. "i bet you wouldn't do that to me, would you, sweetheart?" he says to you, hand sliding lower, lower, until his fingers reach the bottom of your shirt and the skin of your back.

"i don't think it's personal, top. have you tried talking to her about it?" you suggest, wrapping your arms around yourself, subtly holding the hem of your shirt down.

topper rolls his eyes, leaning closer to make sure you hear him as you lend him your ear. "i just hate talking though... don't you?" he says, lips brushing over the skin of your neck.

"you're drunk, top..." you laugh nervously, very briefly making eye contact with rafe standing across from you in the small circle you've created.

"hey, what'd he say?" rafe asks over the music, brow furrowed with the instant rush of sobriety.

you smile nervously at him. "nothing... he's just being weird." you chuckle, shaking your head and trying to move away. "i'm gonna go get another drink. i'll be back." you squeeze out of toppers grip and walk off through the crowd towards the corner where you hid your cooler.

you bop your head along to the mac miller song that started on your way over, humming along to the tune and laughing a little at other people chanting along to the lyrics. you quickly grab another drink out of the cooler before shoving it back in the mostly empty cupboard and closing it again.

"she's not gonna fuck you, bro. i'll tell you that right now." rafe shakes his head at his friend, taking another sip of the overly sweet drink.

"have you seen her? it's well worth the shot if the worst she can say is no." topper laughs, and rafe clenches his jaw, looking again over the crowd to try and keep an eye on you. "the best she can say is absolutely, and she's into me, i can tell."

"oh, can you now?" rafe mumbles, eyes landing on you at last as you close the cupboard and crack open your can. if you had any feelings for any of the boys you regularly hung out with, it was a secret to him. you were a puzzle to him, despite your friendly and sometimes flirty personality.

"yeah, but she's not gonna let me hit with you clowns around. i'll be back, or not." topper laughs, pushing back through the crowd in the direction of you.

rafe decides to let him go. you could make your own decisions, and clearly, you were going to say no, and topper would come sulking back in a few minutes after striking out. he watched as topper made it up to you, starting a conversation. you were laughing, and he figured that was a good time to let you handle yourself.

except for a few moments later, when he looked up from his conversation with kelce and another girl that appeared by his side, to see you with your back to the wall in a corner, topper standing over you.

"hey, i think we should get back to the guys..." you chuckle nervously, taking a step back and hitting the wall.

"why? i told them we'd be a while." topper smirks, hands once again finding your waist and sliding under the hem of your shirt.

"well i didn't, i said i'd be back and-"

"get that stick out of your ass, won't you? we're having fun." he insists, leaning down over you and brushing his lips over your jaw.

you bite your lip nervously, scanning the room to see if there's anyone near enough to talk to to pull yourself out of this situation. "top, please, i don't want to do this can we just head back?"

"i know you want to give me a shot, you won't regret it..." he mumbled against your skin, hands sliding up farther under your shirt as the sound of your heartbeat echoed over the music in your ears.

you panic, trying weakly to just push him off at this point and create any kind of distance between the two of you as his hands press into your skin. "please don't topper, you're drunk..." you say, but it comes out whinier than you intended. the disconnect between your mind and your body is showing, and you can see that as you're fumbling to get your hands to reach his shoulders just enough to get him to back off. you didn't need to, when a moment later he was pulled back with a force unforeseen by either of you.

"get the fuck off her, man."

it's rafe, and he's angry. you've seen him like this before, sure, but the look behind his eyes is new as he shoved topper away, dropping the grip he held on the back of his shirt. "rafe, c'mon." topper chuckles, adjusting his shirt and rubbing the front of his neck where the fabric had dug into his skin.

just as quickly, rafe's fist was gripping the front of his shirt again, getting face to face with him. "no, she was literally pushing you off and you didn't take that as a no?" rafe's forehead is almost pressed to toppers as he backs him into the kitchen island.

"rafe!" you shout, voice shaky as you try to get his attention. "let him go, it's fine."

rafe looks back over his shoulder at you, standing with your arms crossed tightly over your stomach. he sighs, dropping the fabric before turning to you. "you okay, y/n/n?" he asks, shaking out his fist.

you nod shakily, pulling your shirt back down from where it had ridden up with the disturbance.

"you sure?" he asks again, looking you up and down with concern drawn between his brows.

you continue to nod, looking around now for where topper had put down your drink when he took it out of your hand to back you into the wall. "i'm fine... just, yeah. it's fine." you chuckle awkwardly.

"no, it's not. come on. i'll walk you home, yeah?"

"rafe, c'mon, she said it's fine. she can stay longer." kelce interjects, having followed him over.

rafe throws his hands up in frustration as he turns to his friends. "shut the fuck up, kelce! i'll beat the shit out of both of you. seriously, i don't give a shit." he turns back to you. "c'mon, i'll grab your bag. lets get you out of here."

as rafe leads you away, you avoid eye contact with his friends, arms still crossed to quell your shakiness. rafe pulls your cooler bag back out of the cupboard and throws it over his shoulder before guiding you to the door. you're relieved to feel the cool sea breeze hit your skin, you didn't even realize how stuffy it was and how claustrophobic you felt until you got outside and you could finally breathe again.

"seriously, are you okay?" rafe asks again, feeling nervous that you only said it was fine before because there were so many people around. he's still tense, angry, but he's making an effort to seem calm since now he's alone with you.

"yeah, uh, yeah. fine." you nod softly, staring down at your feet as you make your way to the sidewalk. "just... a little shaken up, i guess."

rafe adjusts your bag over his shoulder, then proceeds to rub his hand over his forehead. "i'm sorry, that was shitty."

"it happens, unfortunately..." you laugh awkwardly, trying to shrug it off.

rafe looks down at you as you walk, still avoiding eye contact with him. "has top done that before? i'll go back and-"

"no! no, he's never done that before." you assure him. "i don't know, like, going to a party around a bunch of people you kind of know and kind of don't know is never... comfortable. it's hard to get comfortable and then when you do something like that happens and-" you laugh to yourself. "sorry, i shouldn't rant to you about this."

"no, by all means." rafe replies, urging you on. "you can tell me anything."

"thanks, but i think i'm done." you grin, arms wrapped tightly around yourself as you walk.

"does that actually happen to you like... often?" he asks after a few moments of silence.

"not often, and its never been that scary- i guess?" you explain. "just sometimes, some guy will touch me or say something and i just get this feeling in the pit of my stomach that something is wrong and it's hard to shake. it sticks with you. more often than not if you say no they'll retaliate, either get mad or spread lies about you or whatever. so i just kind of.. freeze. when you don't know what to do, sometimes you don't do anything and you just have to laugh it off. it is what it is, i guess."

"right." rafe nods, deep in thought over what you had said. "so what i'm hearing, is that you never actually slept with devin?"

you laugh at this, tone still slightly wobbly. "i told you i didn't, remember?"

"ah, yes. you did tell me that." rafe remembers how sitting at the country club bar together just weeks prior he had asked you about this rumour and you denied it, shaking your head as you sipped on a virgin daiquiri. "i didn't really believe it anyways. devin's a prick." 

"he really is." you agree, looking up now at the sky. "thank you, by the way," you add, looking over at your friend now for the first time since you left. you're met with confusion in his eyes as he returns your gaze. "for, like, rescuing me."

"i shouldn't have had to. that was fucked." rafe shakes his head. "don't thank me, that's so... twisted. if topper could have gotten through his thick skull that maybe you're not into him-"

"he thinks i'm into him?" you laugh, eyes wide now.

"well, hopefully not anymore." rafe chuckles. "but knowing him, he still probably doesn't get it. i'll talk some sense into him."

"please do." you sigh. "he won't believe it from me, apparently."

"honestly, i don't think i can look at him for the next week." rafe admits.

"tell me about it."

another few moments of silence follow. "you know, you don't have to hangout with us. if we make you uncomfortable we can keep our distance."

"you're the only one who never has." you smile at him. "surprisingly." you add teasingly, bumping your shoulder against his arm.

"what's that supposed to mean?" rafe chuckles, already knowing it was a joke.

you just shrug in response. "you know, you're whole 'bad boy' rep you've got going on."

"i can still be cool and like... not make girls uncomfortable. that's actually kind of the point."

"that's a good point." you agree. "the girls do flock to you."

rafe rolls his eyes at this, smiling as he shakes his head. "not that... that's what i want. it just kind of happens."

"so you get it?" you giggle, feeling the shakiness you previously had finally slightly subsiding.

"well, no. when i tell them to fuck off they... you know, fuck off." he laughs.

"ah- what a pleasure that must be." you joke, stopping as you're now standing in front of your driveway. "thanks for walking me home. it was hard to breathe in there."

rafe stops too, looking down the long driveway to your house. "of course, anytime." he nods, looking at you for a moment before he realizes you're waiting for your bag. "shit, sorry..." he laughs, dropping it from his shoulder and handing it back to you.

"all good." you grin, taking it and putting it on.

"well, I've got to get going. i have a guy to beat up, so..."

as he turns away, you speak to him again. "rafe, don't." your voice is quieter now, and as he looks back at you he sees the tears welling up in your eyes. "please." you add, so softly he's sure if he didn't see your lips moving he wouldn't have heard it. "it'll just make it worse... i just want to forget about it."

"okay, hey, hey- i was kidding. i won't touch him." rafe is quick to backtrack, holding a hand out to grab your shoulder but he hesitates, dropping it again. "are you sure you're okay?"

that's when the floodgates open, and your hands are flying up to your face to cover it as you start to sob. the shock had worn off by now, and the reality of what could have happened was setting in. rafe didn't know what to do, looking around to make sure no one could see. "y/n... what can i do?" he asks, and all he wants to do is pull you into his arms and tell you how safe you are, that everything is okay, but he knows touching you probably wouldn't be wise.

you can't answer. you can hardly breathe as you feel your chest tightening. you try and laugh, wiping your eyes and looking up at him. you wish he wasn't seeing this. you shake your head, deciding to just sit down on the grass.

rafe sits next to you, tucking his knees up to his chest like you had, crossing his arms over top. "you're safe, y/n/n." he tells you, leaning his head on his forearms and watching you. "can i stay with you?"

at this you just move a little closer, leaning your forehead onto his shoulder instead. he freezes up, just for a second, before moving so he can brace his hand on the ground behind you. "I've got you. i'm not going anywhere..."

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[miguelswifey04]

‘i miss you’ sex + miguel…brain frying, heart going crazy daisy. i feel like that kinda sex with him would be more so making love than fucking. like he’s just kissing you, telling you how much he loves you with every thrust—and yes, of course you’re going to need a new bed frame when he’s done (and a possible can to help you walk afterwards because that man was penttttttt up!) but gosh it would be so worth it. like ion know, when that man makes love he gets passionate.

LAWD HAVE MERCY (reading this at the airport while i wait to go back home 😵‍💫) but yeah he’s VERY passionate hahaha…..

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“i love you so fucking much.” miguel would whisper as his lips brushed against your earlobe. he’d nibble on your earlobe so lovingly while he was balls deep inside of your aching pussy. your pussy invites him in with each thrust as his cock spreads you open and your spongey walls envelope his fat cock. he’s so pussy-drunk and god does he love the way your pussy feels on his cock. he whispers sweet praises in your ear with each thrust.

it’s the kind of sex that’s so slow and the connection runs deeper than love itself. your bodies are connected as one as both souls are intertwined with each passionate stroke of his. you love the way his muscular body is pressed against your breasts and how your arms are wrapped around his back. the way your nails dig deep into his skin which elicits moans and more praises to fall out of his lips. he’s passionate in the way he’s fucking you but he takes sex very seriously every time you both make love. he never takes it lightly so his utmost priority is to please you and make your orgasms as many times as you want. he never fails to make you cum and you love that about him.

“m-miguel…mmmm, you feel so good,” you’re tightly embraced by him as he thrusts in you a little faster and a bit more deeper. he loves the way you sound in his ear as you moan out his name as he picks up his pace. his strokes are more aggressive and deeper but which each of his strokes it proves just how much he loves you. “i know muñeca…” he says with a low breathy moan, “you always take me so well…you feel so amazing,” he continues to praise you in between his moans and grunts, “but this pussy was for sure made for me.” he kisses your forehead lovingly as his grip tightens feeling the way your pussy flutters and squeezes his dick like a warm embrace. the bed now creaks louder as he moves in you in a more primal manner…he wants you to cum one more time for him and he’s gonna make you cum much more harder.

the bed frame hits the wall aggressively as your body trembles and you cream all over his cock. he could feel the way you’re getting even wetter if it was even possible and now he slips in and out of you so easily. he moans feeling the way your wetness is coating his balls and thighs. you’ve now got your legs wrapped around his waist as you feel just how deep he is and the way he’s now hitting you a-spot. the whole time he’s been hitting your sweet spots and making you cry out in pleasure. “i know cariño. just let go for me, and i’ll make you cum again. okay mi amor?”

all you could do was nod and do as he said as you felt him pull another mind-blowing orgasm from you. you gushed all over his cock, coating his balls, thighs, and even the bedsheets underneath the both of you. miguel relishes in the warm feeling of your juices going all over his lower half. a couple more deep fast strokes and miguel’s cumming inside of you—balls emptied. he lets out a guttural moan as he collapses on top of you and you pant as you both get over the high of your climaxes. as you both come down and relax, miguel slowly pulls out of you and fingers the cum that threatened to leave your pussy. miguel was always good at what he did so he always left you feeling sore and pretty sensitive. miguel picked you up in his arms as he lead you into the bathroom, placing you on your feet as he prepared a nice warm bath for you. he glances back at you admiring how perfect and pretty your flushed body looks.

“god, you’re so beautiful,” he walked over to you as he cupped your face, kissing your lips so lovingly and tenderly. he gently stroked your cheek and pushed back a few of your hairs that sticked to your sweaty but pretty face. “thank you, miguel. i love you so much too.” he closed his eyes as he felt the way your soft nimble hands felt so warm on his face. he leaned into your touch as he let out a sigh of contentment and thanked you. “thank you for being the love of my life and for giving me a chance to love you.”

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a/n: i am on my knees for this man, and yes i wrote this at the airport 😵🤍