#the manspreading and knee waving

[girldriveroscar]

feel like not enough ppl r aware of 19 yr old renault oscar randomly getting juiced with insane charisma

[silknspice]

STICKY SITUATION

⎯ ୨୧ pairings: fake dating! vi x reader

⎯ ୨୧ content: mentions of alcohol, college au, lying, swearing, fake dating tropes used, lowercase intended, not proofread, wc 3.5k

“no telling anyone, i’ll be coming to all of your hockey games and after parties, and absolutely no tongue when kissing.”

you looked up at vi for reassurance after reciting the pink-written “rules” paper in front of you. the pinkette hummed, muscular and defined arms moving from their position draped over the top of the couch to her manspread knees as she shifted to lean slightly forward. 

caitlyn kiramman and violet lane were officially over. it was assumed to be a mutual breakup that both parties would grieve on for the appropriate amount of time, but the soft launch the pinkett awoke to on caitlyn’s story the next morning spoke otherwise. maddie nolen. getting with the woman she told vi “not to worry about” was low, all vi could do was go lower. 

and so she enlisted you. stunning, charming, intelligent, an all-rounder. the way caitlyn clung onto her ex-lover for dear life when you were around, as if vi were a mere moth and you were light. if anyone would give the “mongoose”, as vi called her, a run for her money, it’d be you. 

“it’s a solid contract, for now.” she agreed. her eyes lingered on yours for a moment before flickering to her dorm window, the absence of light prompting her to lean back once more and speak. “it’s late, y’know. why don’t you stay the night?” 

you paused on your way to stand before finishing the movement. “charming, really, but you don’t have to offer that, vi. i’ll walk back to my building. thanks thoug-” the girl drowned out your words with her reassuring ones. 

“stay,” she simply insisted, backtracking as a beat passed and she had yet to explain. “it’d look good for the deal, y’know? besides.. we have some details to solidify.” as she finished speaking she lifted a hand and waved you over with only two fingers. 

you set your bag back down and scoffed at the action. “i’m not a dog.” your feisty claim was cancelled out by the way you followed her command like a puppy. 

you sat on the couch next to violet. closer than usual, but still too far for her liking. the hockey player rolled her eyes, a hint of a smirk crossing her face. “not there, honey.” you furrowed your brows, looking around to see what could possibly be wrong with your arrangement. “then where am i supposed to sit?”

vi’s hint of a grin attempted to stay hidden, tongue poking the inside of her cheek as she leaned over and grabbed your hips to flip you to straddle her lap on the couch. 

“where it’s easiest for me to give you a hickey.”

you laughed, shaking your head and using your arms to lean back from vi’s chest. at the sound of silence in the room your smile dropped, staring at the girl eyeing you expectantly.

“you’re serious?” you asked louder than intended, mouth agape as the girl moved her hands to rest at your hips. “people won’t believe we’re a couple just because we said so,” she started. “especially not caitlyn, she’s too smart..” you added, beginning to understand her perspective. 

“exactly,” she whispered, leaning in. “b’sides, we need to practice.”

vi leaned in, caressing the back of your head to hold you closer as she latched onto the side of your neck. she placed a gentle kiss before sucking a bit harder. you hummed as she slid a hand up to hold your hair before detaching from your neck with a pop. 

“there.” she spoke softly, eyeing the red and purple love bite forming. “perfect."

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 “perfect,” you smiled, picking up the letterman jacket vi placed in front of your position on the bed. “violence” was written on the back rather than her last name. clad in nothing but a t shirt and shorts as pajamas, you slid the jacket on to see how it fit. as you adjusted it and fixed your hair, vi walked up to her bed and held up her phone. 

“smile,” she spoke quickly, snapping a photo of your soft smile and slightly confused eyes. 

“what was that for?” you muttered, watching vi’s frame as she sat next to you and turned her screen. 

already posted on vi’s snap story was a photo of you, sat on her bed, legs appearing bare as the girl’s letterman and oversized tee covered your shorts. the text on the screen read “post ‘workout’”. 

“vi!” you sputtered, letting out a gentle laugh as you hit her shoulder and earned a playful grin from the girl. “hey-  now we’re on the map.” the pinkett reassured you with a smug look as she opened the various messages responding to the story. 

‘ITS NINE IN THE MORNINGG’  ‘crazy work’

you felt the girl’s gaze on you as you watched the reactions roll in with an amused smile. fellow classmates praising vi for ‘making a move’, saying how cute you two look together, even claiming to have ‘known this would happen all along’. for a moment, you let yourself forget it was all pretend. 

a veiny hand placed itself on your thigh, making you flinch at the sudden contact. you looked to violet, eyes locking in the moment before ridding of the tension. 

“see that? we need’a get rid of that.” she grinned. 

you scoffed, flicking her hand off of you as you stood and rid yourself of the thick letterman. “nothing in the contract says you need to grope me,” you teased, hands on your hips as you turned to pick a shirt from vi’s messily folded space. 

“gro-  what?” she scoffed, caught off guard as she attempted to defend herself. “nobody’s gonna believe we’re a couple if you jump every time I lay a hand on you!” the girl huffed, her gaze turning every which way before leaning back on her forearms. 

you only hummed as she continued to talk, turning with your back to her as you grabbed the hem of your shirt and lifted it over your head.

vi‘s words died in her throat, eyes widening at the line of your back. your smooth skin and pearly smile blinded her as you turned your head, picking up one of her shirts. 

“what? nobody's gonna believe we're a couple if you choke up when you see my body." your cocky smile filled your face as you turned away from the girl.

"by the way, you're drooling."

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“ew, you fucking drooled!” jinx’s loud laugh drowned out the room as she scolded her boyfriend, despite the roaring party atmosphere. all throughout the frat house was a crowd of students looking to get wasted, heaps of alcohol, and bad decisions waiting to happen. 

“i did not!” ekko defended himself, wiping away any possible evidence from his lips. you giggled at the two and leaned into the strong arm wrapped around your waist. after a few days of casual pda across campus to keep up the act, vi was finally able to touch you without you scolding her about ‘the contract’ or making a gasp that she found adorable. 

she figured an arm wrapped around your torso was appropriate after the third guy in a row  came up to you and asked to dance. you figured this was a good way to warn people off so that she didn’t threaten anyone else and get jayce to ban them from the frat. 

“alright, another! i wanna be moving out there tonight,” jinx exclaimed, picking up a liquor, pouring two shots, and stopping over the third glass. you had already opted out on alcohol, so the blue haired girl’s gaze trailed to her sister. “vi? you pregnant or something? haven’t touched a glass yet. i’m worried.” the girl teased, tilting her head.

“ha ha,” vi rolled her eyes playfully, her grip on you becoming present once more as she spoke. “can’t. i’m drivin’ honey home tonight.” the younger girl fake gagged, downing her shot with her boyfriend following in suit. as the couple continued their antics, vi leaned into you. the space between you thinned as you grew to feel her soft exhales on the back of your neck. “look to your left, at the end of the couch.” her words were hushed to a sneaky whisper that kissed your ears as she kept your body warm with her proximity.

you obeyed, holding back a smile as you peeked to your left. a girl, decorated in blue locs, was staring back at you with stars in her eyes. she blew you a kiss that was mentally intercepted by vi with a scoff. “more competition.” you teased, turning your head to face hers. 

“y’know, if i’d known you attract this much attention-” you cut her words off, bringing your hand up to fix a pink strand of hair that’d fallen in front of her face.

“you’d have what? chosen another girl to torture with your silly ex drama?” you hummed.

the pinkett snickered, cocky smile painting her face as her grip on you tightened ever so slightly. “not a chance.” 

the moment between you fell silent and soft despite the roaring music surrounding before jayce’s smiling face filled your vision. “evening lovebirds,” the man grinned, taking a shot from the jinx’s hands and downing it while she groaned with anger. vi smiled, thumb tracing patterns absentmindedly along your hip. “shouldn’t you be losing a game of beer pong right about now?” she teased her friend. 

“hah, no.” the sarcastic response made you giggle, fanning your face gently with one hand as the room’s air only became stiffer at the arrival of more guests. “mel and i are hitting up the hot tub with some.. other guests.” he lifted another shot glass, this time one that powder poured for him. 

getting some fresh air sounded so good right now. 

vi hummed while letting her hand slide off of your waist, her touch just grazing over your lower back before sticking her fist in the pocket of her baggy jeans. without speaking, she tilted her head and raised an eyebrow in question. 

“yes please.” you begged, already handing your phone to jinx to watch over. most likely a decision you and your phone storage will regret later, but that was a future problem. jayce let out a chuckle, flashing his pearly whites before setting his last shot glass down and waving you and vi to follow.  

your hands intertwined, jayce leading you who’s hands embraced both his and vi’s. the man pulled you both through the drunken community and let go to exit through the decorated doorway. the colorful lighting dimmed and was replaced by the blue hue of the pool and light from the night stars. jayce found mel’s gaze from across the space, a grin growing on the frat member’s mouth. he hastily removed his shirt and shorts, tossing them onto a table by the poolside. “just join us when you’re ready!” he rushed out, jogging over to his lover. 

vi let out a sharp “hah”, muttering something about talis being “pussy whipped”. you only smiled, turning to the side as you fixed your arms across your torso and lifted the cropped top over your head. vi’s playful mutters died in her throat, and a soft “oh” was born. that ‘stripping practice’ wasn’t much help. 

she hoped and prayed you’d suggest giving it another try. 

two sets of clothes fell, every fabric hitting the floor adding to the heavy pile of tension, one too complex and thick to cut with a knife. the two of you hummed, taking each other in as your gazes travelled up and down with heavy lidded eyes. 

rather than a knife, jayce’s call to you from across the landscape successfully dissipated all conflicting and curious thoughts. momentarily. “yo, what are you waiting for!” 

the pinkette’s lips curled into a smile, her arm finding its resting spot around your waist. you exchanged no words as your feet moved with purpose, anticipating the feeling of the steamy water that would soon encase and soothe your body for the time being. 

or not.

“violet?” 

it wasn’t your mouth that spewed the name. you radiate love, the way in which you called out vi’s name warmed her and provided an indescribable feeling. it was said cold, surprised, and almost with distaste. 

 “caitlyn.” vi’s response was equally distant, a hint of shock at the end. the newfound emotion quickly switched to anger as she turned to the man looking like a deer in headlights. “jayce..” her voice was low, a warning. 

wide eyes flickered between the past lovers before swaying to his immediate left. “mel?” he called for help, the woman only laughing as she relaxed into the warm water. “you’re on your own.” 

the ginger girl at caitlyn’s side looped an arm around her bicep, squeezing gently to grab her attention. “let’s go, yeah?” she tried, but the woman didn’t budge. 

you scoffed, a snarky remark on it’s way to sneak past your lips when jayce interrupted. “hey- okay wait wait!” he started, gaze travelling between the girls. “i know how tense everything is right now, but i care about both of you. i hate having to choose sides or run back and forth to be with you guys. can you at least try to be civil tonight?”  

the loudest silence fell upon the group, you and maddie not daring to make a face until your lover– or faux one decided. 

“fine.” 

the night progressed as jayce dreamed. vi sat with you on her lap, your skin plush against one of her thighs, her arms wrapped around your waist as the water threatened to take you away. she suggested it was the “easiest position to whisper in your ear discreetly”. you were on top of her before she thought of the explanation. maddie and caitlyn sat directly across the hot tub, the ginger holding onto one of the bluenette’s biceps in hopes of calming the annoyed look that covered her face. mel and jayce, ever the mediators, carried the tense conversation to the best of their abilities. 

after a draining thirty minutes of passive aggressive disses, everyone nodding and pretending to understand jayce’s technological talks, and you standing your ground during an intense staring contest with maddie, you’d had enough. 

“oh it was disastrous. then of course i had to miss a couple days as i was ill with a cold–” caitlyn’s story was drowned out as you spoke up with a smile sweet enough to cause a toothache. 

“really?” you tilted your head. “i heard you got mono after a party,” you hummed, voice laced with fake concern. you had no clue if the claims were true, you were just tired of her talking. 

the bluenette’s eyes widened only slightly, her mouth slightly agape. maddie turned her head, a brow gently furrowing in suspicious confusion. “but.. i didn’t have-” 

“well that’s what happens when you’re freed from a past situation that was unskilled in such acts.” caitlyn spoke over the girl. her gaze flickered over to vi and back to jayce who was desperately praying to change the topic. you bit your tongue with a small scoff under your breath, vi’s muscular arms tensed their grip around you subconsciously before relaxing at the thought of an idea. 

“you wanna crash this shit?” vi whispered, words kissing your ear with her lips just inches away. you nodded your head with desperate eyes.

she tapped on your leg below the water, making you turn your head and torso ever so slightly towards her. without warning, her lips crashed into yours, arms adjusting their position to hold your waist. “keep going,” she whispered between one of the many kisses. your hands trailed up to tangle in her hair, gently gripping as you felt the pinkette softly bite on your bottom lip. your mouth opened just enough from shock that the muscular girl could slide her tongue in, allowing it to get tangled with and slide against yours. 

fuck. 

you allowed all of it to happen. the way her hands slid up and down your side, the way her lips encased and warmed yours, the way her tongue explored every inch of your mouth, the way mel and jayce noticed in shock and amusement, and the way caitlyn and maddie looked as though they’d explode within the next second. 

you did anything but stop, hardly listening as caitlyn scoffed, letting out an “unbelievable” as her and maddie climbed out of the hot tub and stormed off. it wasn’t until mel questioned “was this display for us or them?” that you pulled yourself from vi with a cheeky smile. you didn’t miss the way she followed after your lips. 

the pinkette flashed that infamous smirk, apologizing to mel and jayce with a laugh before leaning in one last time to whisper in your ear, “good job, honey.” 

your heart raced at the comment, but it didn’t stop you from pushing the girl back with an almost-serious expression on your face. “you broke the contract!” you exclaimed, pressing an accusatory finger to her chest. 

it wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy it, like you didn’t slide your tongue along hers as she claimed your mouth. 

it was the fact that every time you moved further in this fake affair, you grew more worried. the fact that all of your firsts with her would be fake tugged on your heart strings. and when the drama boils over, what would happen between the two of you? in your mind, as your tongues entangled, so did your hearts. 

vi choked on her words, searching for an explanation. why did she do that again? she couldn’t help herself. not good enough. oh, right. “i told you! couples-”

“contract?” 

the two of you froze, turning back to jayce and mel who eyed you suspiciously. 

fuck. 

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“fuck,” 

jinx huffed out under her breath, barely audible with the loud bundle of students in the surrounding stands. “it smudged again!” the girl whined, looking into the camera of her phone as she attempted to fix a line of eye black on her face. mel chuckled, muttering a “give me that,” as she held the girl’s face and evened out the line with a tissue. 

it was nearing the end of the second intermission, with your school and the neighboring university tied. the three of you had spent two hours picking out the best bottoms to match your lovers’ jerseys that covered your body, tying the perfect blue and white ribbons in your hair, and decorating yourselves with body paint. jinx, apart from the messy lines on her cheekbones, painted little blue doodles on her legs. mel simply painted jayce’s number on her cheek. you drew two pink lines under your eyes, along with vi’s name perfectly placed on the front of your thigh. 

a loud whistle blew seconds before the players skated back on the ice, fans cheering and clapping as they anticipated a win for their respective team. you only cared about finding the player with the intimidating name plastered on their back: “violence”. 

the game flashed before your eyes, screaming and squealing along with the girls whenever one of your companions got the puck. 6-6. 6-7. 7-7. excitement and anticipation in the atmosphere only rose as the teams skated back and forth across the ice. 

the anticipation distracted you. distracted you from your conflicting feelings, vi’s curious actions, the fact that you didn’t have to be dressed like this as caitlyn nor maddie were present, the worry of this deal coming to an end, the terrible fact that you were worried, and the terrifying idea of telling her how you really felt once the game came to an end.

7-7. 7-8. 7-9. time!

the stands erupted into cheers as ekko slammed the winning shot. powder jumped up and down while you and mel laughed at the girl’s glee before cheering along with her. 

“they usually take a minute, showers and all.” mel informed you as you waited for the players to exit the locker room. the two girls found a spot on a bench while you paced back and forth. it’s fine. it’s fine. does she really need to know? 

“honey?” 

the sweet voice startled you, prompting you to turn, the fast-moving pink haired girl still clad in her uniform filling your view. “vi?” you smiled, only taking two steps before the girl reached you. “what’s– huh?” you choked on your words as the girl wrapped a hand around your waist, the other coming up to cup your face. 

“have t’ do this before the adrenaline wears off,” she muttered with determination and a haze in her eyes. before you could respond, she leaned in, lips connecting like puzzle pieces. the kiss wasn’t rough or showy like the others, it was needy and real. she kept you in a trance, minds, bodies, and mouths connected until powder’s complaints pulled you out. “jeez, breathe!” 

the girl’s annoyance caused you to giggle, allowing you to feel vi’s smile against your lips before pulling back. 

her face, only inches away, sent a numbing and fuzzy feeling through your brain and body. the look in her eyes as she soaked in every detail from your puffy lips to wide and love-struck orbs had you all but melting. 

oh. 

©silknspice

[aurorawritestoescape]

HOT FOR YOU || Joel Miller x f!reader || 530 words

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, face fucking, f!masturbation

A/n: this drabble, inspired by the pic above, is written for @toxicanonymity ‘s Manspreading Olympics. Love you, friend💖 hugs to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing😘 dividers by @saradika-graphics 💕

same couple - HEATWAVE collection || MASTERLIST

Joel and you are enjoying a light breeze in the backyard, trying to seek relief from a heatwave, and avoiding being inside your house that turned into an oven thanks to a broken AC.

“Joel.”

“Yeah?”

“Are you doing it on purpose?”

“What?”

“Showing off your cock?”

“No. What?” He’s blinking at you, brows furrowed with confusion.

“Then close your legs,” you nod at his shorts, not covering much because of his wide manspreading. “I can see your cock peeking out. It’s staring right at me.”

Joel looks down, shifting his thighs a little, but not closing them.

“Ain’t a big deal, baby," he scoffs. “It’s just a dick.”

“Yeah but I can’t just look at it and… not feel… you know… stuff.”

“Ohh,” a smirk is tugging at his lips, “is my naughty girl getting all hot and bothered?”

“Unfortunately, yes. As if it’s not hot enough,” you complain, trying not to look at his dusty pink head.

Joel narrows his eyes, getting quiet, and you know it’s a bad sign. He’s scheming.

“Ya ain’t innocent yourself, missy. This tank top of yours? I can perfectly see your pretty tits and perky nipples. Ya understand how hot it is to watch your boobs jiggle when you move? and what about these shorts, huh? Fuckin’ tiny. I can easily imagine you not wearin’ them at all. Actually I’m imaginin’ it right now.”

His lustful gaze makes you sweat even more. Your chest starts heaving and you gush, squirming in your seat, listening to him talk about your body like that. Your wet pussy already aches.

“Yeah? and I can see your cock twitch.”

“Oh, really?” Joel’s brows shoot up as he adds, “Can you see it get hard, baby?”

You tilt your head, noticing the motion.

“Yeah, I can.”

You cross your legs, chasing any pressure on your needy cunt, and dart your tongue out to wet your lower lip.

Joel’s eyes turn a shade darker and he palms himself.

“You’ve made me hard, dirty girl. Wanna help me out and suck my cock?”

You swallow loudly as his sexy low voice and the filthy words send a new wave of arousal through your body.

“It’s too hot, Joel,” you whine, hating how horny he’s made you in this goddamn heat.

“Right… Then let me fuck your face, baby. Just sit on your knees for me and I’ll do all the work.”

Joel’s puppy eyes make you pliant and even more needy. He rubs his cock over the shorts and a low groan escapes his lips. Now you’re overflowing with desire.

Not saying anything you get up, peeling your sweaty thighs off the chair, and kneel between his legs. His bulge is huge and you place your hand on it and stoke the warm lump gently over the fabric. Joel growls and soon impatience takes over him. He gets up, tugs the waistband of his shorts down and his hard cock springs free in all its glory.

Joel cups your cheek, holding you in place, and slowly inserts his hot tip into your open mouth.

A minute later you’re nothing but a moaning, drooling mess. Keeping you steady with his big hands on your temples, Joel’s plunging his length into the heat of your throat, sliding in and out easily, while your quick fingers are working your puffy clit and you get off, sucking Joel’s juicy cock.

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[sugurizz]

(SMUT/NSFW +18 - Minors DNI!)

Geto is cruel. He sits manspread in front of a mirror and strips you on his lap. He spanks you and watches your cheeks jiggle, laughs at your moans and mocks the way you cry out.

He turns you to face your reflection and blast-fucks you with his thick ass fingers. Then deeply mumbles against your hair

'You know how fucking slutty it is of you? arching that back and shaking those hips, hmm? damn slut.'

'N-No I'm not! mmmh'

'You're wiggling your hips on me you slut.' He groaned deeply, grabbing your cheeks and forcing you to look straight into the mirror.

"Ah! Geto, stop, it's so embarassing.."

'This body of yours has no shame now, does it?' he sinks his hand deeper in, viciously scissoring inside you.

'Aww look, your lewd pussy is swallowing my fucking hand now?'

'Getoo!' You claw at his forearm and close your legs shut, caging his hand inside in the way. The wave of pleasure hit you like a truck and you pushed the loudest moan, eyesight fully blurred out.

He mocked you with a chuckle, but your hole clamped so hard on his hand you felt the shame wash over you.

He whispered and licked your ealobe 'Look...it won't let go.' Then suddenly pulled his hand out in a motion that had you seeing stars. knitting his brows at how lusciously you moaned his name again.

'Don't start babbling now, huh? I'm not even through it with your little cunt'. He pulls off his lap and props you on your knees, whipping his hard length out...

[whore4abby]

cookies 2; dbf!abby anderson

part 1

warnings; older!abby, smut - fingering (r!recieving), masturbating (reader), mdni

wc; 1.5k

secrets and side-eyes;

she’s your dad’s best friend for fucks sake, you shouldn't be feeling this way about a woman 20 years older than you, but yet here you are silently pining after her and avoiding her like the damn plague that you’re desperate not to catch. staying cooped up in your room with the lame excuse of ‘homework’ whenever she came over to watch a game with your dad. catching glimpses of her as you leave the safe confinements of your bedroom and sneak down to the kitchen to get a glass of water, your heart almost stopping and you eyes widening immediately when she makes eye contact, a shit-eating grin plastered on her face, showing her delight in making you flustered.

abby looks up at you and raises an eyebrow as she sees you walk into the living room, ”hey, honey~” she says casually, but there’s an undertone of something more in her voice. she leans forward and places her elbows on her knees, her blown-out eyes trail down your body hungrily. a hint of a cocky smirk curls at the corner of her lips. the sexual tension between you two is extremely evident and you can’t help but squirm a little under her gaze as her eyes linger on you for a little too long.

“hey…abby….” you try and speak as nonchalantly as possible, but the words seem to snag in your throat as she’s practically undressing you with her eyes, probably thinking about bending you over the nearest counter and fucking you dumb until you can’t walk straight.

“come and watch a movie with us…” your dad doesn’t seem to notice abby staring and smiles happily. he’s sitting in his trusty old, leather la-z-boy recliner, leaving you no other choice but to sit next to abby on the tiny beige two seater sofa. fuck that. you have better things to do than to endure some mind-numbingly shitty movie for the rest of the night.

“dad i would love to, but…i got stuff to work on…” you sigh softly in frustration, talking in a mildly exasperated tone as you're absolutely insistent on not sitting next to abby. but you truly would rather work on a bullshit project than sit beside her for two hours.

“cmon, kiddo….i hardly spend time with you anymore.” your dad looks at you with a hint of sadness showing on his face and you can’t help but feel a wave of guilt. because its true, being so busy with college and the relentless studying and countless assignments doesn't leave you much time to spend with him these days.

“ugh…fine…”your shoulders slump in defeat and you pout as you walk over to sit beside abby. you squeeze in next to her, her thick thighs pressing into yours as she manspreads even further, obviously getting a kick out of this.

you instinctively reach for a nearby fuzzy blanket to cover up your bare thighs, mentally cursing yourself for wearing such small pyjama shorts in front of her. abby notices you trying to cover up your legs and a smug, knowing smile spreads across her lips, she crosses her arms and leans back into the couch, pushing her knees out even further and bumping them into your legs which only heightens the ongoing tension between the both of you.

you catch onto her act but don’t acknowledge her subtle clues at all, choosing to continue watching the television quietly. after a little while you can feel the weight of her gaze on you again and you turn your head slightly to look at her curiously from the corner of your eye and see her staring at you intently, almost as if she’s studying you somehow.

you turn your head fully and your eyes lock with hers but you don't say anything as your father is still in the room and it makes things unbearably awkward. but despite the growing tension, abby doesn't give a single fuck that he's sitting right there as she slips her hand under the blanket and traces an intricate pattern with her fingertips across the flesh of your thighs.

“you're so naughty… letting me touch you like this while your daddy's in the room~” she whispers into your ear as she slips her hand beneath your soft cotton shorts. you’re thankful for your dad being utterly engrossed in the movie and the booming sound effects making it impossible for anyone but you to hear her words but you still feel so embarrassed of the way your body is reacting to her lewd touch.

the crotch of your shorts is practically sopping wet by the time she gets her hands to where you need her most. she smirks when she feels that you aren't wearing any panties, this new revelation seeming to amuse her. she ever so slightly brushes the pad of her middle finger across your clit, making you bite your lip harshly to stop yourself from making any noise.

she continues to tease you, rubbing tiny circles over your clit before dragging her fingers down through your folds to thrust into your soaked slit, before dragging them back out, evoking a gasp from you.

this back and forth continues for what feels like forever until you're so wet its almost dripping down your thighs and you have to resist the urge to start bucking your hips up into her. the movie quickly comes to an end and she reluctantly drags her hand out of your shorts and rests it back on her own leg. her fingers are still shiny with your slick, glistening in the dim light, your eyes widen as she subtly puts them in her mouth to suck them clean with an air of pride.

you quickly spring up from your seat as soon as the credits start rolling, “i’m really tired, i’m sorry…” you lie, adding in a faux yawn to hopefully fool your dad into letting you leave. your father looks over at you and nods, “of course, you should go to bed. i’ll see you in the morning.” you smile and say your goodnights to both your dad and abby before retreating back up the stairs. the stickiness on your inner thighs reminding you of the feeling of abby’s hand on your cunt just mere minutes ago.

you quickly close your bedroom door behind you, relishing in the silence and security. the room is cozy, decorated with soft colors, from the lavender walls, to the soft white sheets on your comfy bed with plushies and various stuffed animals sitting neatly against the fluffy throw pillows.

you walk over to your bed and collapse down onto it, the lingering wetness of your shorts pressing against your throbbing pussy. you close your eyes in an attempt to calm yourself down, but it's no use. your body is still hot and trembling from all the excitement that abby had brought upon you. and as much as you try to ignore it, that familiar ache between your thighs keeps growing stronger and harder to ignore by the minute, leaving you helplessly longing for a release.

you hand drifts down into your shorts to slowly touch yourself, the memories of what happened earlier still floating around in your mind. your shaky fingers glide over your pussy, still soaked from all the attention abby gave you. barely audible moans leave your lips as you rub through your delicate folds before mimicking the rhythmic movements of abby’s fingers on your clit. your mind is filled with nothing but dirty thoughts about abby and it makes it harder to resist your orgasm.

your breathing becomes ragged and your hips buck up involuntarily, seeking more of the delicious friction that’s pushing you over the edge. your fingers start to move faster, frantically rubbing across your swollen clit and it isn't long before you're cumming, covering your mouth to muffle your whimpers and desperately refraining from crying out her name.

thinking only of the lingering and vivid memory of abby's fingers inside you and how good they stretched you out as you bite your lip and come down from your high, still feeling so aroused but so ashamed at the same time. you feel like such a pervert for thinking about abby this way but she seems so comfortable in this new situationship that’s unfolded between the two of you and it's as if all the existing boundaries been completely erased since that odd afternoon in the kitchen.

you get into bed with a strange sense of guilt lingering over you as you close your eyes tightly, as if trying to forget about everything that happened between the two of you. you lay there staring at the ceiling for a while, the experiences with abby feeling so surreal almost dream-like, and you’re not even quite sure how to process it all.

all you know for sure is that this changes everything between the two of you and it exceeds way beyond a fleeting infatuation or a silly crush on your end.

[wileys-russo]

hey bb hope ur allgoods !!! i was reading that anonymous sayint “leah letting lessi top would be a whole lot of ‘you’re not doing it right’ and I WAS SWOONING !!! could u write a blurb about that like leah letting lessi be top FOR ONCE and she’s still interfering!! all goods is cant love you xx

hey love i don't write smut but so many of you have asked for this or this w reader so i tried to write it without it being direct smut?

you're not doing it right II a.russo & l.williamson

"i still say you can't do it." you smiled knowingly toward leah, hands folded behind your head as you lay half naked on the bed awaiting alessia to join the two of you, leah sat on the other side of the room manspreading like the polite young lady that she was.

"i can too, watch your mouth." leah warned making your smile widen. "that was quite a top thing of you to say love." you teased her with a grin, making the blonde roll her eyes but bite her tongue from saying anything further as your other girlfriend returned.

"baby you don't need to prepare for this, ignore her. pretend its just us!" you smiled softly to the striker who was clearly apprehensive about the idea.

"we've done plenty of things without leah before." you continued slyly, glancing to the eldest blonde who glared your way but remained quiet, observing from the love seat in the corner.

"except its not just the two of you. i said she could be in charge which means really you have to top both of us darling." leah smiled smugly, alessia's eyes widening in realization as you sat up and grabbed her hands.

"shut up leah. stop winding her up!" you warned the defender sternly who held up her hands with a cocky smile, settling back into the chair.

"you shut up." alessia warned suddenly, her hand grabbing at your jaw and turning your head to face her, your cheeks flushing slightly pink at the change of tone.

"don't be a brat and we'll be just fine."

an hour later and you had to wave the white flag, absolutely exhausted as alessia rolled off of you, leaving you naked and panting to try and catch your breath.

the blonde sat up on her knees, staring at you with lust filled eyes as her piercing blue orbs roamed the dark red and purple marks littering your tanned skin.

"switch. your turn!" you finally caught your breath somewhat, gesturing for leah to swap with you as alessia hurried to help you to your feet, slipping one of her jerseys over your naked body, your legs shaky as memories of what had just occurred flashed through your mind.

you winced a little as you sat down in the love seat leah had just been occupying moments earlier. a few choice words from you had wound up in the italian really showing you just how dominant she could be when pushed, and it was safe to say you'd struggle with sitting down for the next couple of days.

leah had done surprisingly well at keeping quiet throughout the whole ordeal which could probably be attributed to just how horny it had made her watching you and alessia go at it.

it left the english captain more than ready for it to be her turn, having to use all of her patience not to jump the both of you mid way through.

"you know you look quite good underneath me love." alessia started strong with a smirk as she straddled the older blonde, confidence built up from her last hour spent basically destroying you. "don't get used to it." leah chuckled as alessia tutted in warning, you watching on with a shift as alessias hand gripped leahs neck.

"baby you're not doing it right, you have to squeeze from the sides not the-" leah started to correct, you coughing obnoxiously and shooting her a warning look as the blonde rolled her eyes but fell quiet.

"you better keep that mouth closed unless its moaning my name." alessia warned smugly, not thrown off by the older girls commentary, still riding out her high from her time spent with you, and the satisfaction that during it leah could only look and not touch.

"put her in her place lessi baby." you watched on with a smug smile which quickly dropped as both blondes shot you a firm warning look, silencing you without even needing words.

it seemed to go well at first, you shifted as you watched on with hungry eyes, leahs moans filling the room only interrupted by the sounds of their lips smacking together as the defender withheld her urge to take over.

"no no, higher." leah ordered with a breathy moan, nudging alessia up a little as the girl sucked on her neck, the italian smacking her shoulder and warning her to be quiet, but did what she asked regardless.

which in hindsight was not her best move.

"no, more." leahs hand grabbed the back of alessia's head, pushing her face back into her neck as she tried to pull away. alessia however wasted no time grabbing the blondes hands and pinning them by her head.

"you do what i say, not the other way around." the italian warned with a scowl as leah rolled her eyes but nodded. "and don't roll your fucking eyes at me." you couldn't help but smile smugly at the look of surprise which flashed across leahs face at the younger girls authoritative tone.

once again it seemed the power balance had restored as alessia quickly regained control, leaving leah a mess of moans and whiny begs once more. but it seemed old habits die hard as not long after the commentary from the english captain started up again.

"no put your knee there instead."

"less no use your tongue."

"no that's not how you do it you move them in circles."

"less you're not doing it right you-"

"oh my god, i give up!" alessia finally snapped as she had enough, sitting up and rolling off of the older blonde, yanking a shirt out of the drawer and storming off to the bathroom, slamming the door after her.

"you're just gonna leave me like this!?" leah yelled out after her in disbelief, sitting up resting on her elbows, naked body heaving a little at the abrupt stop. "don't look at me, you did that to yourself." you shook your head as the blonde turned her needy gaze your way.

"go and apologize to her, now leah." you ordered, standing to your feet with a slight wobble, crossing your arms firmly over your chest. "leah." you warned a little firmer this time. "i was just trying to help her!" the blonde frowned with a slight pout.

"she didn't need your help, you're just a control freak." you accused as leah scoffed. "leah, baby. bedroom activities aside we all know who calls the shots in this relationship, so go and apologise to alessia, now." you moved closer, staring down at leah with a dangerously calm smile.

but it worked as the blonde sighed, slipping a shirt over naked form and sitting up. "i knew you couldn't do it though." you added on with a small chuckle as the defender pushed herself off the bed.

you hissed as her hand suddenly and swiftly smacked your backside, glaring daggers at the cocky smile which followed before she turned around and headed for the bathroom, sighing before opening the door and stepping inside.

and when the two of them emerged a little while later, leahs hair a mess and a smug smile on alessia's face you couldn't help but shake your head knowingly, both blondes collapsing into the bed either side of you as you melted into them and alessia grinned.

"so lee baby, did i do it right?"

[andersons-bayonettes]

18+ MDNI

So we're back with König because I can't get him out of my head

We all know he's PACKING, like c'mon we all stared at the crotch of his model, who are we trying to fool?

Okay okay, manspreading. I KNOW it's overused, but goddamn it's hot.

So he comes home finally, being too tired to even take off his shoes, as he saunters over to the couch and flops himself on it, legs spread, head falling back, eyes closed 'n' all. You would come down, hearing the door open and close, the heavy boots of his uniform booming, even on the carpet. You really wanted to scold him, you had cleaned the carpet yesterday, how dare he make it dirty! :(

But your man was back and that was first and foremost more important than the carpet and teh pieces of dirt visible in the clean, soft, fabric on the floor. You would round him, standing in front of him and lean ovebrto kiss him swiftly. If you would ask questions, he would simply hum. Too tired for anything else. But goddamn, if it wasn't absolutely delicious how his muscles buldged under the fabric of his cargo pants, if it wasn't absolutely hot how his arms were spread on the backrest, gloved hands flexing on nothing.

"Oh, Baby~ are you tired?" You would coo, he would just hum again but he would glance at you, asking you to come closer without words. You'd sit down on his thigh, he would pull his mask up just enough you could see his nose, definitely once broken and not healed together properly, that beautiful arch just above the edge, as he went in to kiss you. You'd just kiss for a while. Innocent, nothing spicy happening, before he'd start to push his thigh up into you, one of his hands resting on your waist. It wouldn't have that strong, bruising hold it sometimes has, it'd be loose this time, only really doing as much as he needed it to do - pushing you into his thigh movements.

He would mutter how much he missed you between the kisses, how good of you it was to wait for him, how patient you had to be :( He's just so Infatuated with you, he doesn't want to let you go. But you have better plans. After being rubbed on his thigh, successfully getting you two in the mood, you would kneel down in front of him. It was just a too perfect position to not do it! Unzipping his pants and pushing his cock out with the small amount of rising his hips did, still too tired from work, you'd still have to pump him a bit with your hand. He was in the mood, absolutely, his body still just needed some help getting there, pumping him until he'd stand fully erect.

You'd first lick him a bit, tease him. Why would you not? When he'd groan your name, his hand that was gripping his thigh, waving into your hair, you would finally take him into your mouth. Not entirely of course, slowly and steadily taking in more. The speed being just too slow for his liking, as his hips just jerked up. A quick "sorry" would fall from his lips, before he'd let you continue in your pace, you would suck and lick, your tongue would swirl around him as best as you could while bopping your head, One of your hand on his knees, the other either teasing the rest you couldn't get into your mouth, or his balls. He'd moan freely, your name like a prayer on his lips. As his hand flexed in your hair, pulling you just slightly back, as he tried to restrain himself.

He'd call you sweet names, some in German, some in English, whatever his mind could grasp in that moment. He would release in your mouth, accidentally yanking you up too much, his seed spilling on your clothes! :(( It's okay though, you'd just clean up as much as you could. König would want to return the favour, praising you again for how well you treat him, how he doesn't deserve someone like you, attending all his needs, even if he doesn't ask for it. :(

Oh, he would be even mor etired now, you'd basically have to try and wring him out of his clothes all alone, knowing full well, he'd otherwise be pretty mean in the morning, waking up having slept on so much uneven fabric brunched together, it would itch all day! You don't even bother trying to move him up the stairs to the bedroom, instead you bring the bed to him... Or well, the blanket and pillows. You'd snuggle in with him, and he would tiredly hold you on top of him, naked bodies pressing together, as he slid his mask off his face and let it fall to the floor behind the armrest. "Ah, you're too good for me, meine Liebe" he would slur in that thick accent of his, stroking your back.

Maybe another round would follow, focused only on you, slow and tired, but most likely you would just both fall asleep. Tomorrow would be a better day, a day you both could spend however you wanted.

[yknwiu]

၄၃ every summertime | #1

ʚɞ " your presence is calming like the waves in the ocean. "

♡ pairing ! satoru gojo x reader | summary; you fell in love with someone who's dearly close to you, but situations happen that made you think if it's all worth it.

❀ August 10 2007 You guys were both eighteen, both undergrads but one of you was a rich kid who came from a wealthy family who CAN clearly skip an entire year of college with their status— of course, it's Gojo Satoru. Your obnoxiously handsome and attractive friend, you, yourself don't even know how you became friends with him in the first place. He was lowkey a bad influence to you since you started staying out late with him and never made it to class which obviously affected your attendance ( mind you, you were aiming to get perfect attendance this semester. ) Kyoto in a taxi cab, and he was sweating bullets on the way to his dad's— it's not like you guys were dating or whatever, but it was the first time he brought his girl best friend to his home.

It wasn't really a surprise when he brought a girl home, but when he introduced you to his parents— his father welcomed you with open up arms and said that you were the first girl that Satoru didn't bring as a another girlfriend of his. You settled on the couch that looked and felt expensive and comfortable, sitting on it felt illegal since it was probably more expensive than your entire life savings. Satoru sat next to you, his back resting on the backrest— and manspreading, his knees touching yours. You admired the interior of the mansion, it looked so clean and aesthetically pleasing to the eyes.

Then you felt someone nudging you by the arm, you looked to your side and saw Satoru holding up his phone annoyingly close to your face. You squinted then pushed his phone to his chest which made him huff, "What was that anyway?" You asked him, he had a cheeky grin on his face. "It's your baby picture." He said before giggling like a 5 year old. You rolled your eyes before taking his phone from his hands, he lets out a whine as you inspected the picture. "I look so cute here." I told him, he snorted as he took the phone from you. "I'm cuter though." He said, then a pillow was thrown across his face— he was absolutely stunned. How dare you? how could you throw a pillow to his beautiful and flawless face! A few minutes later, a pillow fight happened in the living room. You two acting like kids that didn't have a care in the world, then you two decided to stop since it was getting a bit messy in the room.

Hours passed and you decided to call it a day. "I'm going home noooow." You said to Satoru, who was clearly too occupied on his phone "Awwweeeee! alreadyy? stop being such a pooper." He whined, you rolled your eyes "Idiot, it's already 6:30 pm." You said as you picked up your bag that was on the carpeted floor, when you were about to walk out of the huge white door— you felt a tug on your shirt, turning your head and saw Satoru flashing a smile at you. You weren't quite sure if it was butterflies you were feeling or an ulcer. "At least let me walk you home, hmm?" He said in a sing song voice, you snorted. "Your home is literally 30 minutes away from mine." "Then I'll walk you to the bus station! oooor!" after a solid 10 minutes of him insisting, you finally let him. It was like you were walking your energetic dog without a leash, and he kept getting distracted while strolling around in the town. You guys stopped by a street light, and Satoru decided to act a bit goofy since there weren't any people on sight. Dancing around the street lights and he made you dance too, cause why not? After a while, you guys finally got to the bus stop and you two waved goodbye to each other.

hehe, sorry guys if this chapter didn't relate to the song :,((( but i'd love for you guys to leave suggestions/ideas ! it would mean alot to me<3

[sleepingaway]

DRINKING GAME

Miguel O'Hara x black fem!reader

content warning- dubcon-ish, google Translate Spanish, old friends to lovers, p with plot, drinking, v fingering, begging, vamp!Miguel, blood kink!

a/n- My first fic! I am having serious brain rot over this man, and it is so bad that I had to write smut for him lol!

18+

"You are so cheap, Miguel!" I stared at the taller man's back while trying to contain my laughter. Watching the man sigh, I know he paired it with an eye roll. With this new revelation, it made me laugh.

My laughter echoed as the man finally glanced at me annoyedly.

"If you think I am going to spend $14 dollars on water-down vodka you are wrong. I can not believe you agreed to those prices Cariño.” Continuing my snickers we walked to his home.

At the beginning of the night, I found myself dressed up at a bar. After a while of sitting there sipping on one of the many fruity drinks, a man came and sat beside me. I could feel the man's eyes on me as I tried to ignore him entirely. Letting out a familiar chuckle I snapped my head at the stranger. "M- Miguel?" The man I knew since college smirked at me as I placed my glass down.

"I did not know you were in town, Miguel. What happened to you calling me when you are back" Lightly punching at his shoulder he chuckled as he grab my hand. "Look, las mejillas dulces I am sorry I did not call estaba muy ocupada con el trabajo." caressing my hand I rolled my eyes.

"I still never learned Spanish Miguel what did you say"

Waving his hand catching the bartender attention he said out his order pulling out money to pay. "Okay, sir your total is $14.89." Silence fell over you three, staring at Miguel's blank expression. "$14 for one glass? Dios mio never mind dude." Turning back to me he eyed my glass as he handed me $50. "Let's go." Handing the money to the bartender, I guzzled the rest of my drink and quickly followed behind Miguel.

"Ah! I guess you are right the prices are high." waiting for him to open his front door I walked in first eyeing every detail shown to me.

"You guess? Mi Vida, I hope you haven't been letting them rip you off this whole time?" Staring down at me I shook my head. "No, that was my first time being there in a while." Looking pleased with my answer he closed and locked the door. Walking to his alcohol collection he brought over our favorite. "Make yourself at home."

We both headed straight for the couch as he poured our drinks. "So how has everything been?" grabbing my shot I took it before answering. "Normal I guess, work is kicking my ass but I love it, how about you?" pouring another shot I waited for the cold man to answer. "Same old shit." Taking his shot he poured another one and took that one as well. "It is like those people live to piss me off. Maldito infierno." Watching him slouch and stretch out his arms on top of the couch he is manspreading his legs and making his right knee touch mine.

Practically drooling over him.. When did he get so hot? I can almost feel my panties get ruined in this exact moment…

"You okay over there?" A monotone with a hint of lust was laced in Miguel's voice.

Fuck! He caught me staring... Taking another shot I looked at him confused. "What do you mean?" humming at my response his dark eyes gazed over my figure with a small smirk taking over his lips. Crossing my legs I tried to pray the ache away.

"I have a fun game we can play amor" Staring at him curiosity covers my features, now I hummed at his response.

"Let's play a drinking game. The winner makes the loser do what they want, you down?'' Staring at me a small smile graced his face but his eyes showed how the gesture was far from innocent. Nodding, I reached for another shot. We both counted to three as we took the 'first' shot.

After God knows how many rounds, Miguel smiled at me "How are you doing over there cariño?" feeling my body burn up I looked over at him. "I feel alright, next round?" Pouring another shot Miguel's eyes bore into the side of my head.

Fuck does he know I'm drunk? How can he tell??

Taking my shot I tried my best to fake it till I make it. Glancing over at Miguel he does not even seem tipsy. My stomach drop realizing I signed up for a losing game. Feeling him getting closer I felt him lean into my ear.

"Are you ready to surrender yet? Renuncia ya, quiero mi camino contigo." His breath hit my neck making my body shudder in response. "What are you going to make me do Miguel? sighing I leaned into him admitting defeat. Feeling my body burning and my vision blurred I waited nervously for his response. Staring down at me Miguel reviled at me being so vulnerable like this... Just for him. He let out a laugh because my state.

"You remember the rule right?" I nodded. “Just sit and look pretty.” Feeling him shift I looked up at him to see his brown eyes replaced with bright red iris. Before I could ask any questions he eagerly put his lips on my neck, sucking on the delicate skin.

"M-Miguel! Ah-.." whimpering at the surprised attack I almost didn't notice him placing me on his lap, right onto his hard-on. Feeling absolutely in his control all I could do was let out weak whimpers.

Feeling his hand slowly slide up my dress he rubbed my inner thigh while I felt two sharp teeth bite down on my neck. Gasping my hand flew to my neck showing blood trickling down to my chest. "Miguel... What are you doin- f-fuck mhm." His fingers started to gently rub against my cloth pussy, letting out light airy moans I ground myself against his hand.

Licking the fresh blood from the bite mark Miguel moaned into my ear as he tasted it. "Voy a arruinar este jodido cono para cualquier otra persona. Eres jodidamente mio mi amor." Sliding his hand into my panties he toys with my clit slowly. My head started to feel heavy between the alcohol and the pleasure I couldn't think straight. I could feel how embarrassingly wet I was.

"Miggy... Fuck ahh please g-go faster f'me stop teasing me please." Full-on begging tears threaten to spill as I tried to grind myself against his fingers. "Fuckk... mi amor you're such a fucking slut begging for me to please you is this not enough?" Slowing his pace on my clit I let out a loud whine as I gripped his arms. "Miguel please don't tease me I need it s-so bad please just go faster f'me I need yo-" Both of his jumped into action pushing one finger inside my needy hole and another rubbed my clit quickly matching the harsh pace with the finger getting sucked into my cunt.

The room was filled with moans and groaning from the two of us. Miguel was in awe from how wet I was from just his fingers. Kissing my neck he listen to how my cunt loudly embraced his finger.

Tears falling down my cheeks I felt pressure build in my poor stomach. Before I could beg for more Miguel read my mind and added another finger. Moaning loudly my hand wrapped around his nape as my back arched off his chest. "Miggy FUCK- I'm so close so fucking close" Sinking his teeth into my neck sent me over the edge as I felt myself shake, wetting his lap and the couch.

Settling down I laid my head on his shoulder trying to recollect myself staring off in a daze, Miguel spoke up.

"Don't tell me you're already fucked out? We haven't even started yet mi amor."

[doodle-pops]

Love Language

CEO & Sugar Daddy!Fingolfin x f!reader

Request: Sending you a request for CEO+Sugar Daddy Fingolfin x reader, where reader doesn’t do well on one of her tests at school so he ‘punishes’ her / ‘helps’ her study for the next one? - Anon

A/N: Not gonna lie, it’s such a perfect time to post this fic when lots of you already finished your exams and are awaiting your results. Hehe, enjoy :)

Warnings: female reader, smut, CEO & Sugar Daddy!Fingolfin, dom!Fingolfin, sub!reader, fingering, blindfolding, rough sex, orgasm denial, spanking, daddy & authority kink (used once), punishment, dirty talking

Words: 3k

Synopsis: Failing your exams was one thing, however, lying while keeping it hidden was another, and Fingolfin made sure you remembered that.

Manspreading on the edge of his bed, left arm resting on his knee while the right was busy unfastening his tie, he followed up his actions with the unbuttoning of the first two buttons. A small peak of his chiselled chest as the two buttons became undone, leaving the mouth-watering sight of the neck you so loved covering in hickeys and teeth marks when he took you hard. His sleeves were already rolled to his elbows, veins prominent and delicately wrapping around his arms, leading to his large hands that always gripped you like his life depended on it. A quick shuffle of his arms as he tugged the tie from around his neck, and his biceps curled under his sleeves, looking beefy and sturdy—all his years of hitting the gym paid off wonderfully.

“Do you have any idea how much I invested in your success?” His voice was a low, dangerous murmur, dripping with controlled anger. He slowly rose off the bed and chartered over to his mini bar to pour himself a shot of brandy, something to add heat to the fire already building within his core. The entire time, his eyes never left yours as he tilted the glass to his lips, staring at your meek form across the room. His eyes were filled with disappointment and frustration. “And you dare lie to me, thinking I wouldn’t find out?”

His words cut through the silence, sharp and authoritative. You could barely manage a syllable, much less a guttural sound from the waves of anger rolling off him. You felt the heat in your stomach travelling to regions it shouldn’t, knowing how things were about to escalate. Nevertheless, your panties started soaking as your arousal slowly seeped through your fold and you shifted on your feet, something Fingolfin noticed.

Gently resting the glass down, Fingolfin wiggled out of his dress shoes, followed by his socks and pushed them aside to stand bare feet on the carpet. You weren’t even aware of his presence before you, as he crossed the room with blinding speed to tower above you, intimidatingly. “Strip. Now.” The command was issued with such finality that you didn’t dare hesitate to resist or sass. Your hands trembled slightly as you undressed, feeling the weight of his disapproval heavy in the air.

Once you were completely bare, he circled you slowly, inspecting you as if deciding your fate. Goosebumps appeared in every area his cold eyes fell upon. “You failed me,” he said, his tone cold. “I expected much more from you, and worse, you tried to hide it from me. Such behaviour needs to be rectified, and what better way than to clarify it via my favourite method? Do you not agree?”

“Yes,” you curtly responded, not wanting to bore him with any extra syllables in his current state of dissatisfaction, while further understanding what you had signed up for. Walking for the next few days was out of the question. Thankful, you were on holiday, so you could more than afford to lounge in bed all day and night—just not in the manner he was about to make it.

There was a low grumble in his chest at your reply. His head dipped to lowly his lips to your ear. “Yes, who?”

“Yes, sir,” you corrected your posture immediately at attention.

There was a distinctive clicking of his tongue behind you and the faint whisps of his breath against your neck. Then, very delicately, you felt his fingers pressing against your lower back, guiding you to his pristine sheets and positioning you to kneel with your face pressed into the mattress. Fingolfin’s fingers traced along your spine, a deceptive gentleness in his touch. “You need to understand the consequences of your actions,” he continued, his voice softening just enough to send shivers down your spine and while leaving you anticipating.

Moving behind you stealthy, you missed the sound of his hand slicing through the air yet felt the stinging pain of the contact it made with your ass. The suddenness made you gasp, but there was no reprieve. Another smack followed, then another, each one harder than the last, until your skin was flushed and stinging. His hand placement was strategic as he lowered it with each slap until his fingertips brushed against your wet folds with intensity. Your body naturally recoiled, however, his left hand reached out to entangle your tresses, giving you a slight arch. “No running. Count them,” he commanded with a hint of seduction. “I want to hear you acknowledge every single one.”

Unable to retaliate given the situation and the level it would become should you, your lips parted with a faint whisper that grew into a quiver, under the attempt to not moan. “One…two…three…” Each number was punctuated by another sharp spank, his hand firm and unyielding. Fingolfin’s other hand drifted from your hair to firmly, without aggression, grip the nape of your neck, holding you in place, ensuring that you couldn’t run from your punishment.

After the tenth strike, he paused, his hand resting on your reddened skin, soothingly rubbing the area. There was a moment where he admired the welts of hands left on your ass. You felt the bed dip to your left before the ghosting of his hot breath on the tip of your ear. “Do you think you deserve mercy?” he taunted, kissing the tip of your ear before biting it. “After lying to me, do you think you deserve any kindness?”

In a broken whimper, you managed to stutter out. “P-Please, ‘m sorry.” In return, you missed the way his eyes rolled but felt his heavy exhale before he removed his hand from your ass to dangle the tie before your eyes. You knew what came next.

Not waiting for you to comply, he released his hold on your neck to neatly secure the tie around your eyes, cutting your sight away from the world. The fresh scent of his cologne waffled through your senses and made your head spin. He always smelt delicious—a blend of mint and spices.

Once you were decorated, he pressed his hand against your back, pushing you head first, into the mattress whilst parting your legs to run his fingers through your wet cunt. He wasted no time in executing the second part of your punishment the way his fingers glided through your folds, toying with your clit. Already needy and dripping despite the harsh treatment. “Look at you.” His voice held no form of adoration like it usually did whenever he admired your form. Instead, they were filled with condescension. “Undeserving of what’s being given.”

His words hung over you like threads had woven themselves into each syllable to taunt you further. You felt one of his hands press into your upper shoulder while his other continued working their way through your, avoiding your clit. The sound of his rich laughter ghosted through the air as he mocked the way you squirmed, turned into a hiss as he sunk them deep inside and crooked them directly towards your sweet spot. In no way were you allowed to shift away from his wicked touch as his hand curled around the back of your neck.

“F-Fuck! P–…lease! God I hate you!” you cried out, finally finding your voice to match his tempo. Your fingers curled into the sheets, fisting at it due to your lack of sight and inability to turn your head and glare at him. The immediate trembling of your body as he continued to twist and crook his finger through your slick, releasing a loud and lewd squelching signalled how close you already were.

But Fingolfin was always a mile ahead of you in terms of making a comeback because he wasted no time growling. “That’s a lot of words coming from a smart mouth that was unable to produce a single Valarin lexicon for your orals. Since when did you get so clever?”

Before you could reply, using the grip around your neck, he hoisted you to your knees and pressed the tips of his fingers against your sweet spot, bringing you close to the edge but never allowing you the release you craved. “Go ahead, mumble some more. Be a smart ass for me princess. Show me how skilled your pretty little tongue is!”

As his words left his lips, you didn’t have the chance to respond as his two fingers curled and thrust into you with blinding speed, leaving you trembling. Whining in choked sobs as drool dribbled down your chin as he squeezed the air out your lungs with his actions, you vibrated. There was nowhere for you to escape but his embrace that loomed behind like a menacing figure with purpose. With every torturous rub, your body bowed and buckled like a worm, and he laughed with a deep rumble in his chest, revelling in the pleasure of your reactions. Nevertheless, this was all a walk in the park the more his fingers flexed against your spongey walls, feeling them clamp around him like a vice grip. “‘M sorry, daddy. Won’t…do…again.”

“Sound to me like you would," he scoffed. “Your cunt seems to enjoy my fingers...feel how tight she is around me. Gripping me with absolute want.” Indeed he was right. Your walls clung to him, refusing to let him slip out smoothly and forcefully sucking him back in deeper.

You shook your head as high-pitched squeals slipped out, your hips moving on their own accord, matching the rhythm of his fingers.

“Really? Do you think I should let you cum, hm? After your poor performance that I spent thousands of dollars on for the best results,” he hissed in your ear, nibbling on the lobe and giving it small tugs before dipping his head to bite the junction of your shoulder. “You gave me nothing good in return except a pathetic excuse. Do I not spoil you enough? Answer me!”

Your fingers found a way to dig into his thighs, unfortunately, they were still covered in his pants, reducing your attempts at marking him. However, it provided support for the wicked torment he delivered. You were constantly trapped in purgatory as his fingers provided pleasure while denying you relief. “P-Plea—”

“Pardon? I didn’t hear you,” he reminded in a patronising tone. His eyes fluttered upwards to glance at you through his dark lashes, enjoying the way your face twisted as the waves of pleasure came on harder. “Speak up, loud and clear, or you’ll regret it.”

Choking on a silent scream, your breath came out in pants and broken sighs. “Oh fuck, please! Just let me cum!”

“You don’t deserve to cum,” he taunted, pulling his hand away just as you were about to orgasm. “Not yet.”

Ignoring your pathetic cries, his hand around your neck travelled down your back to position you into a foul arch while he kicked your legs apart. Easily he wasted no time positioning himself behind you, undoing his trousers—erection spring free, heavy with want and anger at the wait—and rubbing the tip of his aching cock through your puffed-up folds, deeply inhaling at the sensation of your wetness coating him. You were dripping wet, just the way he enjoyed having you for every session. All flushed with ache and want, begging him to put out the flames and stuff you till thy kingdom come.

And indeed he loved every second of the torture he took, applying his patience as he rubbed your clit and nudged it with his tip. Your cries went in one ear and escaped the other without care since you didn’t have any regard for the finances you wasted. Then, without warning, he pushed into you roughly, a sharp contrast to the teasing touches from before. “You don’t get to enjoy this,” he growled, not wasting a second to build his tempo, and going directly for the kill. “This is for me, not you. You’re not the one frustrated and in need of relief after your stunt—you could never be.”

It turned out that learning of your failure at the same time one of his clients entered a lawsuit, created a torrent of pent-up frustration. His plan was to spend the entire evening with you—not much had changed, only with a minor adjustment of your orgasmic denial and increase of roughness.

One hand, firm around your neck while the other gripped your hips, you were forced into a profoundly painful arch to take the rough pounding of his hips meeting your ass. Every thrust caused his cock to faintly brush against your sweet spot, tickling your sensitivity and never granting you a reprieve. With great precision, Fingolfin ensured that you felt every vein on his cock and thrust, as he pushed deeper and harder with dominance. You could feel the way his veins rubbed your walls just right, fitting in all the cracks and crevices just the way you were moulded from the start. At the same time, it was disgusting that he hadn’t removed his clothes to grant you the opportunity to let you feel his silky skin on yours.

You wanted to feel the ripple of his muscles as he clenched and flexed his thighs against your body the deeper and harder he went. This materialistic barrier only fuelled your anxiety at the wreck of punishment this was turning out to be.

“Even when being…punished, you’re still wet…and tight. Fuck!” he groaned. “Do you think you deserve to cum?”

“S-Sir, p–…please. ‘M sorry,” you cried out, hands fisting the sheets as you sought after your orgasm. “Won’t…do…again…”

“Of course, you would not perform that same stunt again,” he growled and tightened his grip on your hip. His rapid, deep strokes never stopped as he pressed you into the bed, pinning you under his weight. “You wouldn’t want to miss the feeling of my cock in your pussy, would you? How good it feels to claim you over and over again as mine.”

Squeaking, unable to form a coherent reply, he slowed his pace and pulled all the way out, leaving his tip inside before pushing back in roughly. Your body rattled, the air knocked out of your lungs and the scream lodged in your throat. Soundless sobs were your relief as you prayed he would grant you mercy with each powerful thrust from his cock. And yet, he continued to purposefully miss your sweet spot, aiming to get himself off alone. “Do you understand now? he asked as he leaned down, voice deeply rooted in your ear as he panted. “Do you understand what happens when you lie to me? Failing is one thing, but lying to me…”

You could only nod—or hope that you did—your voice lost in the intensity of the moment. Only the sound of his hips meeting your ass and his cock sliding in and out of your wet cunt echoed. Like music to his ears on a stressful day. His grip was unyielding as he continued to pound into you, slow and deep, relishing in the power he held over you. Each thrust was a reminder of his authority in your life.

The elaborate rolls of his hips and the articulate angle of his cock left you in a frenzy. He did everything to miss your sweet spot, focusing on pleasuring his cock with the softness and warmth you provided. The lewd echoes of his cock penetrating deeper fuelled your pussy to grow wetter, on the verge of squirting, but not quite there. Ever so rarely, he would laugh in your ear as you attempted to squeeze him, wanting him to stay longer. The sweet grips of your lips around him was sinful and made his head spin.

You were going to be the dead of him. No wonder why he picked you at first sight. It was pure instincts telling him how good you would feel wrapped around him even if you were to disappoint. Your pussy had a magic to it that he couldn’t get enough off—the relentless pounding and groans told it all. He’d always choose to fuck you as his life depended on it as a punishment, and who were you to resist.

There was a moment when you could barely keep it together as your head started spinning. Toes curling into the bedsheets, nails fisting the pillows, and head buried into the mattress, you muffled your whines as he finally brushed his tip against you. But you should have known his strategy from the start. Rapid and deep thrusts against it left you fighting for your life as the fire pooled in your abdomen. Your walls clamped harder around him, forcing his pace to stutter and pants to turn into groans.

“You like that...don’t you? You wanna cum all over my cock for free,” he groans, gyrating his hips to rub his tip against your sweet spot. “Maybe I should let you, but not now.”

And with ease, his groans turned into deep grunts before you felt his cock pulsating and his thrusts faltering. The fluid motion of his hips stuttered as he tried to continue the powerful rolls of his hips, wanting the sound of his heavy balls to slap loudly against your wet pussy. Yet soon, with a satisfied groan, Fingolfin’s hips stilled, and his grip tightened around your neck and hips, as he spilled his hot, sticky cum inside you. He was quick and sharp to pull out, dabbing his forehead to remove any beads of sweat while gazing at your trembling, weeping form that held his cum, slowly oozing out.

Straightening his posture and rising to full height, he gave a light tap to your ass and commanded. “Get up. On your knees on the floor, now,” he muttered, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt to discard it, along with his trousers. He observed how clumsy you were as you carefully climbed off the bed and onto the floor to kneel before him. Reaching out to grip your chin, he focused you on his authoritative figure towering above with his rigid cock, pronounced and ready for another round. Even with the blindfold covering your eyes, you could feel the intensity of his gaze burning holes into yours.

“I want you to remember this night carefully because I would hate to repeat this all over again,” he whispered lowly, cupping your chin to tilt your head upwards and running his thumb over your lips. “Now part your pretty lips for me while the night is still young. I have a lesson to teach…”

Masterlist

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[suguru-getos]

| Aftermath | Keigo Takami x f!TherapistReader |

-> chapter one

summary: hawks who has just lost his quirk in the war & coping with his life as a quirkless man, decides to finally listen to his own self & seek therapy. why did he choose a quirkless therapist? maybe to seek solidarity— or maybe, he hoped you’d not judge him.

warnings: therapy, childhood!trauma, bnha!spoilers, mentions of inner child healing, keigo talks about his childhood, mentions of toxic!parenting, cocky!kei as always.

a/n: don't mind me giving my comfort character and my loml some healing lmaooo <33 i had sm fun writing this istg it made my heart warm. this is a slow burn fic, and the reader is a self-insert on some points because i can get self indulgent tehee!!

You wandered aimlessly, looking around the suite-like cabin and then down the skyline. Tokyo was always beautiful, even now when winters had just started to greet. There was a foggy blanket of clouds covering the labyrinth of buildings and you could never get over it. With your next client, it was obvious your thoughts were along the lines of… an Angel flying out in the skies keeping everyone safe, now reduced to someone without wings. Still an Angel though, but that's what you think. Maybe he doesn't.

You grimly sighed when your eyes wandered at the clock, there were still 30 minutes to your appointment, normally… someone like you would never get the opportunity to deal with heroes so popular. Hawks was a no show after the war, people thought he had died. People thought he left Japan for good. Though a faint glimmer of hope always made you want to believe he's still around. To your surprise when he was your client, you felt a knot on your stomach churn with anticipation and excitement.

You sat on your velvety chair, the lights dim and comfortable to the modernized architecture of your office. You gulped, opening his file and looking at the passport photograph of him. The scar he got in one of the fights in which a villain named Dabi publicized his kill was there, siren eyes staring into your very soul were there. How could you even try to open up someone who looks so ethereal and so threatening at the same time. You feel just as nervous as your first time, the personality that Hawks carries eating away at you slowly. You shook your head, jerking the thoughts away. Be professional, he is a client and you're doing your job.

If you hadn't been so dazed by your favorite hero and your crush; you were quite a number yourself. Cut-throat, not afraid to walk the talk, stern, fierce, kind and disciplined. People respect you and you command it when they don't. Not afraid to force someone to bend the knee if they indulge in animosity with you. It's just… Hawks was someone you admired oh-so-much! You had his merch and posters after all. Not that he would get to know that, oh no. That'd never happen.

Takami Keigo, 26, Born on December 28th. Blood group B+, MBTI-> ENTP, Schooling and training and everything was blank. Difficult, this would be a difficult case to deal with.

How did you fangirl over him? Well, that's perhaps for another day.

"Excuse me, Ma'am. He's here." Your assistant opened the door with a knock and you felt your stomach sink, biting your lip nervously and clearing your throat to gain composure.

"Hey there doc!" there he was, with his magical grin and long palms raised up to his eye level as he waved. Wearing denims and a loose fitted white T-Shirt. Casual, cute, confident.

"Oh hello Hawks!" You manifested the same energy, greeting him respectfully by standing up and bowing a little. "Jeez, can't get rid of the name yet huh?" He chuckles, though your mind has already starting to process if it was a fake one, the carefully crafted hero chuckle or was he genuinely this chill.

"I don't think so, whether or not you do hero work, you own the name." you responded with a smile, ushering him to take his seat. Oh he manspreads, leaning back and getting comfortable. Makes you wonder if he can see through the cracks of your personality just as you're trying to see in his. Who will unfold who first…

You closed the client book you had, looking into the beautiful goldens of his eyes and making eye contact. "So, I know the first session is usually the most awkward one. People try to get to know their shrink before letting themselves to open up." You glanced, and Hawks looked like he would devour you whole. He looked invested in your words, not in a faking concentration way… in a 'I will listen to what you have to say' way.

"Allow me to share some stuff about myself then, my name is Y/N. I am a therapist good morning. Apart from that, I like to participate in various hobbies like kickboxing, journalling, playing games, spending time with my cat, yada yada. I am an INTJ, I think MBTI has started taking the same wavelength in Japan as Korea huh? Everyone's obsessed with em' I think."

"Well" Hawks clicked his tongue, clearly unamused by your introduction, it was brief and curt. Not a fair deal for someone who will unravel him… then again, you are his therapist, not vice versa.

"I think so too, do you know, a lot of the fans pretend to be INTJs because they tend to be compatible with ENTPs?" He chuckled, rolling his eyes. God he does know everything… there was a whole article about this. "We could do the quiz together if you have your concerns." "Shyeah- no, I don't. Just sharin' yknow?" he winked, noticing how you nervously pressed your legs together. He was wearing Killian's Angel Share, and Bad Boy… one of your favorite scents & the effects were almost affecting you almost at a subconscious level.

"Mkay, gotcha! So, anyways… I don't want to force you to open up, take your time in it. Let's start simple. How are you?" You asked Hawks, and for a moment, the barest of seconds, you could see his eyes turn to a void. "Yeah, good, never been better you know? Vacationing now that I have a sick ton of money with practically nothin' to do. Ain't gonna waste it otherwise by being depressed."

You clicked your tongue, oh he would not open up huh? Well, not that you expected this to be an easy ride either. "Yeah, of course. Money does help… helps everyone. At the end of the day I'm sitting on this chair to be paid a hefty by you." You hum, crossing your legs and getting comfortable too. This would be a fierce mental war already. From the determination of a hero and from a healer who's been sought out by the same hero.

"Then again, it isn't everything."

Oh except if you could tell that to childhood Hawks, it was… it was everything. His eyes pale with the answer a little. "Led a very comfortable life haven't you?" He smirked, giving you a miniscule opening.

"Yeah, luckily." You responded, smiling… "Clearly you haven't."

Hawks stood silent at that, and that was an answer enough.

"You were a rich kid since you started your agency, was this your teens or childhood?" Before Hawks could decipher, the session had already begun.

"Well, I was the viral news subject after they found out I was Thief Takami's son." He raised a brow, and you nodded. "Shitty murderer dad, mum?" You felt bad on being so professional, but you also felt Hawks would push you away if you were too kind. Some people have stopped treating him as a person ever since All for One had taken his quirk away.

"Mum was well, absent, mentally." He responded, and shrugged. "Dad was abusive, used to beat me up as a child and mum was too engrossed in her own shit I suppose. Happy for her that she has a new life with a new husband and new kids." It was amusing how Hawks didn't sound salty about it… it could only mean detachment to the finest. A befitting coping mechanism.

"You didn't have to go through that, I'm guessing if I needed to ever, talk to baby Hawks, I can't have a childhood photograph?" You glanced hopefully. "Nah, not a single childhood photograph. Dad was too paranoid of things and mum didn't care."

"We usually uh, have this exercise you know? That you'd keep a picture of your childhood self at your bathroom mirror and remember who you're talking about whenever you feel self-doubt." You smiled, looking into his eyes with empathy but no pity.

"Well, too bad." He chuckled, embarrassed and definitely not liking this emotion.

"Who cares at the end of the day, it's just the first few years of your life." He responded again balming his own thoughts more so than talking to you.

"Yeah, but every phase of our life is important. When your father abused you, hit you, didn't you feel enraged? Or scared? Or both?" You bit your lip, trying to mentally detach as much as possible.

"I felt nothing. I just wanted to not end up like them. If I was as angry as him, then I would become like him. Even my childhood self knew I'm better than that." There was pride in his eyes when he said so.

"True, yes, however… no expectations from your mum to save you?" Hawks shook his head no, shrugging. "She'd get beaten up too."

You nodded, not writing anything down on the paper just yet.

"Alright, I want you to do something for me." He raised a brow when you said that, "I don't want us to traverse further until you try doing this, mkay?" You grinned, "Imagine someone coming to your home, breaking the door at the moment of your abuse, that someone is you. The big, pro hero, you. Then, I'd like you to hold little Keigo's hand, and take him out. How about that?"

Hawks gave you an expression which was a mixture of 'How absurd' and 'Interesting'.

"Do that for me, and do that as many times and in as many scenarios you feel like you needed to be protected. You needed to be healed from." You coo softly… meanwhile Hawks' brain lagged at you saying 'Little Keigo'. So far he thought you didn't know his name… despite it being telecasted worldwide. No, you just refer to old Keigo as Hawks, but little Keigo isn't Hawks… he's just Keigo.

Was he reading too much into this? Would you soon bridge the gap between little Keigo and Hawks? Would you call him Keigo too?

The alarm clock chimed, time was over. You glanced at it and then back at him. "Well, guess you wouldn't be bored anymore, of me." "Hey, give yourself some credit little Shrink." he winked, smirking, "You're really good at this, can't wait to see you next time." "Don't come until you don't do what I asked." "Sure thing jeez."

With that, he left, and you could almost kill yourself at the way you tried to imagine little Hawks in pain. No, attaching to clients is the biggest NO. Yet, you can't help but feel positive tingles at the thought of him doing that little exercise and telling you about it.

Until next time, Keigo Takami.

[tired-biscuit]

BISKY RAHHH SAW YOUR NARUTO DRABBLE I AM DROOLING

i feel like he'd be so into it though, knowing exactly what you did n just the thought of it making him uncomfortably hard for the rest of that meeting. running to you as soon as he can, all needy n asking so nicely for you to just help him, don't tease him like this, please, it hurts so bad, he'll do anything, he'll be so good for you

i'm so normal about him!!

now i’m thinking about overstimulating him to the point that his clone just poofs away mid-action and the real naruto is literally unable to keep his dick down in his pants as a result; it presses against the zipper so stubbornly that it’s starting to hurt him.

and since he’s in the middle of a meeting, he can’t do shit about it. so he’s just trying to keep it low, manspreading underneath the table and keeping his palm over his thigh so that he can hide how hard his cock has suddenly gotten as best as he can…

but he’s just so sweaty and red in the face; he’s borderline panting like a bitch in heat, all that’s missing is his tongue lolling out of his mouth. he’s moving his head from side to side and tugging on his collar. is biting the inner side of his cheek. is straight up chugging the glass of water that’s in front of him, that is until he nearly chokes on it and starts to cough.

he feels helpless; what on earth were you doing to his clone to make him experience this level of arousal? his legs are practically trembling and his knee keeps on bouncing under the table with pure anxiety and impatience, getting more and more prominent with each passing minute. the feedback has hit him like a tidal wave, all at once and with zero mercy — he can’t wait to finish his work and go home because of it.

but now that he thinks about it; who knows when that will be?

ah, no matter.

he’ll fuck you in your sleep if he comes home late.

[certifiedhitmaker]

Revampity vamp Noel Noa hc's + mini fic?

This takes place in Japan bc i said so. Ummm, chubby fem black reader implied but no explicit skin color or body descriptions besides chubby cheeks are stated. It's implied in my head. (Obvi, Nsfw, genitalia descriptions, um dubcon I guess? Oral sex, sir kink.) Noel is in yellow, you're pink. This was a much needed revamp, the other Hc's were fucking terrible. Anyone that sees this, send me asks!!! I'm bored and I wanna write! Enjoy bby. Muah muah muah!

Noel has a big dick. It's not too long, but it's girthy so it stretches you out nicely. His tip is definitely a nice light pink, but gets to be more of a deep blush color when he's about to cum.

Ater, he comes home from practice, the gym, anywhere from being out all day, he hits the shower and then as if it were a routine, he makes his way to you, ready to fuck, already stiff and jerking himself off.

His favorite position is you on top, riding him. (idk, he just gives me very lazy vibes, like he's tired from being out all day, he wants to feel good, but he don't wanna put in a whole lotta work? Like he'll occasionally thrust up into you but for the most part your legs is gon be working.)

He definitely has no issues, giving you a little bit of 'help', like if you were steady tryna act like you couldn't take it or if you weren't bouncing fast enough, he's quick to grab those damn hips and make you. If he gets fed up enough with you tryna run from it or your slow ass pace, he'll flip you over, and just start plowing your shit.

I honestly think if you call him sir, he'll just lose his mind. He absolutely loves it, say "Yes sir." to him one time while yall are fucking and watch how fast he'll cum.

He does not play any of that attitude/petty shit, he'll have you on your knees so damn fast you'd get whiplash. he'd shut you up reallll quick by making you suck him off.

He was already having a shitty ass day, all he wanted to do was come home to you, and relax but you clearly had other plans. You were upset and in a sour mood because one of the only hairstylists in Japan, that can actually do your hair, canceled on you last minute.

He walked through the door and you were nowhere to be found, which is strange because you usually come and greet him whenever you hear the door open. He walks inside, taking his shoes off and heading to the living room to find you sitting on the couch, watching some show. He can already tell you're in a nasty mood. He walks to the side of the couch you're on and speaks. "I'm home." he says plainly. "I can see that." the irritation in your voice as clear as day. (that was ur first mistake bby.) He sighs through his nose, "What's wron-" you interrupt him, sucking your teeth and waving him off. (this was the second) As if a switch flipped in him, he immediately made his way to the couch, sitting down in a manspread position. "Get up, get on your knees." "...What the fuck do I gotta get up for?" "This is my last time telling you, get up and kneel." You done got yourself in a world of mf hurt, and you knew what was coming.

You quickly got up and kneeled in front of him, resting your hands on both his thighs. He lifted his hips, just enough to pull down his sweats and his boxers, pulling his dick out, it was already semi hard, the tip a darker shade of pink, a little bit of clear fluid, dribbling out and down the side. "Open." "I'm sorry-" "Open." He cared very little for your attempts to weasel your way out of your consequences, he shut it down every time. Before you could even open your mouth, he grabs your face, squishing the fat of your cheeks and pulling you closer to him, forcing your mouth open. "Tongue." You stick your tongue out, he then taps the tip against it, removing it to circle it around your glossy lips. The sparkly clear gloss, mixing with the saliva from your tongue on his tip is mesmerizing. He lets go of your face and pushes your mouth onto his dick, your chubby cheeks puffing out, as he makes you gag as his tip hits your throat. He holds the back of your head down, keeping your lips wrapped around his base. "You can take it all." He grunts out. He pulls you back up for air, your lips leaving and circle of the leftover gloss around his base. You're panting, trying to catch your breath as his yellow eyes just stare into you. "You'll tell me what's wrong after I finish?" "Yes." "Yes what?" "Yes sir."

[moonoverssabaoth]

Alexi Laiho Oneshot - Tsemppiä Kaikille ₊ ⊹

A/N: a little (more realistic) oneshot of being Alexi’s groupie ❣️

(rushed but shhh…)

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His eyes. His eyes like a foreign sea.

He sat across the room, on a black, worn out leather couch. Eyefucking you. Or maybe you were just staring at each other, seemingly normal to the outside world. Who knew.

The loud guitars in the pub were muffled by walls as you stared right back at him. Alexi Laiho was a chill drunk, experienced, at this point he’s been drunk more than he’s been sober - nobody cared, nobody minded because he didn’t act differently.

Beer didn’t have the same effect on you, though. Your eyes were glossy and you felt his gaze shoot through you, the feeling was worse than ovulation - you were wanting him, you were the powerful rockstar and he was your groupie.

So you got up, a wave of cold beer forming a wave of burning confidence in your gut, pushing you to walk over and plop down next to him on the sofa. He took his feet off the table and manspread, earning your attention on his lap. He half-grinned, knowing he had caught his prey within five minutes of looking at it. Stupid groupies. The only time these girls use their head is when they’re bobbing it up and down his cock backstage. -

But your film was different. He seemed desperate for you, no - he was desperate for you. You were so different, as if there weren’t at least ten other girls in the room wanting to get fucked by the band guys. Your stare directed to his lap again before you realized he was patting it - an invite. That’s good.

You sat up, but his hands found your hips immediately. He turned you around and grabbed the back of your thigh, pulling it to his right side. You straddled him, a hand steady on the couch to keep yourself balanced. His eyes seemed even more intense now, and your wave of confidence had perished. His hands roamed your thighs, up and down, before pushing your hips down to feel his bulge.

It took you a bit to realize you were pretty much dry-fucking in the middle of a room filled with his band mates, so you pulled on his arm.

He understood and got up, asking you something about your age as he guided you to a storage room. It was cold and dusty, the light barely flickered on before you were bent over on a metal desk, which sobered you up.

It was damn cold.

Another thing that sobered you up? A slap on the ass.

“Alexi. What’s your name?” he asked cockily from behind you, already unzipping his jeans. He seemed so used to it all… like you were just his toy, you didn’t know if it turned you on or off.

“Vittu…” the guitarist groaned, sliding into you. He took a hold of your arms and pushed you down on the hard surface, keeping you in place. A small whimper left your mouth as you bit your lip, earning another slap on the ass. Your muscles clenched around him in harsh pleasure and soft pain, your pussy involuntarily getting wetter, act which only lead to increased volume of skin to skin contact. Fuck. Alexi Laiho. What a fast player.

He grunted and pulled you back on his dick.

“Fuck me.”

“What?…” you whispered, your stomach dropping.

That was the sluttiest thing a man has ever said to you.

“Fuck me...” he pulled at your hips. You realized that his drunk Finnish brain couldn’t make up the phrase “fuck back onto me”, so that came out - you struggled a little, but kept pushing your hips back. He moaned deliciously and patted your hip. “Good baby…”

Alexi seemed breathless behind you, fingers digging into your soft skin as he got closer, only chasing his high - but his arrogance couldn’t do much but turn you on, even the smallest movement making you feel special.

“Alexi…”

“Shh - knees. Now.” he pulled out of you, pumping himself a few times as you kneeled. Your hand covered his and you began stroking, quick, hand trembling and heart pounding. He held your jaw in a silent command for you to open your mouth, so you did. Earlier you said you wouldn’t drink again for a while - who would’ve known your next shot would be so soon?

“Ah…” he hissed and tapped his softening length onto your cheek a few times, earning a soft smile from you. “Did you swallow?”

You nod and stick your tongue out to prove it - he smiled too, maybe for the first time genuinely.

“Good girl. Let’s go drink.” his goofy smile persisted as he said this, but he saw your hesitant expression. “What?” he asked, almost annoyed. “You like cumshots but not shots?” he attempted a joke.

“I didn’t cum..”

“And?”

You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms, tilting your head.

“So much attitude…” Alexi grabbed your hips. “Okay, you’ll cum. At the hotel. Now, I wanna drink. Yeah?” he was so careless, trying to explain this to you as if you were some dumb puppy - but for him you were, so you nodded. You could domesticate him, get close to him.. you could try. Many have tried, but he considered making you cum. Out of all those girls tonight.

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“Tsemppiä kaikille!” yelled Janne, his whiskey glass in the air and his other arm flung around some girl’s shoulders. You smirked as Alexi clinked his glass with his and offered you a shot, you shook your head. You felt sober than ever, even if biologically, you were wasted.

Alexi raised his shot glass up a little and smiled at you.

“Tsemppiä, kaunis.”

[ofgods]

   WATCHING THE OTHER STRUGGLE AGAINST THE influx of onboarding passengers, she takes it upon herself to scoot closer to the man sitting beside her, forcing his legs to close. seriously, why do they and their manspread always need to take up more space than necessary? after rolling her eyes, she gestures to the small seat that now exists beside her at the edge of the bench and giggles.   ❝  yes, so you've said―it's a pleasure, auriela.  ❞   her free hand waves away the concern, confirming her feelings on the mishap once more.   ❝  nah, s'all good. i'm not going nowhere in particular.  ❞   sometimes the silence of her place just gets too loud and there's only so many times she can clean before she becomes a nuisance with the noise of scrubbing walls and rearranging what little furniture she has.   ❝  i'm back in the city after almost a year away, so i figured why not do some exploring, y'know, see if anything's changed.  ❞   she reopens her book to place it cover side down on her knee in hopes it'll dry along the ride before she needs to place it in her bag.   ❝  what about you, where's your destination?  ❞

relieved, auriela allows herself to relax a bit. at least she hasn't totally ruined this poor person's day. lord knows her own day is going to be filled with endless stress once this subway trip is over. as more pile into the subway, she leans a bit closer to be able to hear the other, and resists the urge to apologize yet again. she may be annoying, but at least she's genuine. "only if you like it," she replies, grinning at her, relieved the conversation has taken a better turn. "i'm auriela. our names are almost similar! how nice." she's not good at small talk, don't mind her. "were you on your way to something important? i hope i didn't ruin it."

[ih3artcry1ng]

peeta mellark manspreads???

peeta mellark x female reader smut. MINORS DNI pls.

POV: you offer to assist peeta whilst he manspreads....

WARNINGS: literal pure smut, uh praise (bc i’m attention deprived!!!), oral (m)

not proof read

1,405 words

a/n: hi this is my first time writing in like um idk a rlly long time so ya im excited and scared but o well

peeta’s talking with one of his bosses, who he calls haymitch or something. i haven’t really been paying attention for the past 10 minutes, due to the fact that peeta has completely manspread, arms behind him resting on the back of the seat he’s on. you see, the thing is, i have a dirty mind. leading to the fact that since this action was set by him all those 10 minutes ago, i haven’t been able to focus on anything else. don’t get me wrong, i’ve tried. but about every three words i hear my mind goes back to the ridiculously hot man that is seated next to me, doing one of the hottest things known to mankind. 

i mean, we’re sitting in our living room. i’m supposed to be most comfortable here. but right now, i’m feeling hot and ignored.

and then it happens.

he slouches down a little more, and then thrusts his hips up a little more, not once breaking the conversation he’s having. 

i feel my face burn bright red, and i cross my legs to get some relief off of the ever persistent throbbing that’s happening. 

peeta must have known something was off, because his arm reaches around my back and his hand rests on my shoulder. his hand is warm, warmer than usual. he rubs his thumb up and down, probably trying to be as comforting as possible. 

as though i thought it would never happen, haymitch stands up after slapping his knees.

“well, after that conversation, i’m going to have to have a drink,” he says, walking out of the room. as soon as he leaves, peeta sits up and turns to me.

“hey... are you okay??” he asks, sounding as sincere as ever. i meet his eyes, which are full of worry.

“i uh-” my voice breaks, the image of him from just moments ago popping back into my head. i clear my throat, urging myself to continue. “yeah, i’m good.”

i don’t think i convince him, though, since he brings a hand to my forehead, testing to see if i have a fever.

“are you sure? you look like you aren’t feeling good,” he says, touching all around my face. even though his hand was just warm on my shoulder, it feels cold on my face now.

“yeah, just um, do you know when your boss is gonna leave?” i ask, not trusting myself to look into his eyes, or i might just have to do what i’ve been thinking about doing for the past 15 minutes right here, right now.

but fuck, when he grabs my chin in between his fingers to bring my gaze to his, i lose all self control.

i push myself closer to him, and as soon as my lips meet his, i let out a breath i didn’t know i was holding. my left hand reaches to meet his hair, tangling in the blonde mess it is, slightly tugging already. 

and then the cock blocker shows up again.

not before we separate, since we’re a little smarter than that, but still.

“thank you for the drinks, and the, uh, homelyness all around, but i think i’m gonna have to get goin’ back to my dog before he thinks i’m lost or somethin’, i don’t really know how dogs think too much,” he rambles, words already slightly slurred.

i look over at peeta, concerned of the fact that he might not be able to make it home safely. 

“hey haymitch, you want me to walk you home?” peeta asks him, standing up to steady the drunken man. 

“no no no i’m good, i only live couple houses away, anyways,” he says, chuckling at himself as if he had just told the funniest joke in the world. 

“large you sure, mr. haymitch? it wouldn’t be no trouble at all-” i start to say.

“yes yes, i promise. and i waddnt lying, my house is about two houses away from here,” he tells me, waving me off. “have a good night, you two,” he finishes before giving a wink and leaving. 

me and peeta sit in silence for a couple seconds, and before i can stop myself, i crawl over to peeta and straddle his lap, my lips meeting with his as fast as possible.

he’s shocked, i can tell. with the way he hold back from kissing me for a couple seconds before processing what’s actually happening. 

however, when he DOES understand what’s happening, his arms wrap around me, pulling me impossibly close to him. i tangle my hands in his hair, tugging slightly. he groans into my mouth, furthermore pushing me to want to continue what i’ve needed for so long. 

i pull away from him, just to work on pulling his shirt off him, kissing his torso from top to bottom. i slide off the couch, already working on his jeans. he spreads his legs out, slightly pushing up, and oh god. 

i groan, trying to get his pants off faster. i hear him laugh, probably figuring out what i finally want. 

“aww you little baby, you were getting all hot and bothered just from the way i was sitting, huh?” he asks, bringing his hand down to my head, his fingers stroking my face. i don’t say anything and just continue pulling his pants off him. he laughs again, but sighs as i finally pull them off of him. 

i look up at him through my lashes to see him smirking down at me. 

“well, you’re the one who wanted this so bad, so go on,” he tells me, urging me to continue. i look down, seeing the tent in his boxers look incredibly tight. i hold him through them, stroking lightly. peeta’s head falls back, and he lets out a soft sigh.

i pull down his boxers, the sudden cold air making him inhale sharply. not wanting to wait any longer, i spit into my hand, an action that makes peeta look down at me, moaning at the sight. i waste no time, wrapping my hand around his length, earning an exhale from him. my pace was slow at first, wanting to draw this out as long as possible. 

after a couple of strokes, i take him into my mouth. i swirl my tongue around the tip, and then i take as much of him as i can down my throat. peeta’s hand meets the back of my head, pulling my hair into a makeshift pony tail, keeping my hair out of the way. i continue swirling my tongue around him as i bring my head up again, making a slight popping sound as i take him out of my mouth. 

“fuck, y/n, you have no idea what you do to me,” peeta tells me.

“i may have an idea or two,” i respond before taking him back into my mouth. 

“god, you’re so good to me, y/n. taking me so well, making me feel so good,” he continues, pushing me to want more of him, all of him, him in every aspect. 

i push myself farther, wanting to hear more, taking him fully, a gargling sound coming from the back of my throat. 

the results of my action do not go unnoticed by me, the sweet, sweet groan peeta releases making me moan around him. 

by now, peeta can barely control his hips, thrusting into the back of my throat.

“fuck, y/n, you’re gonna make me come. can i, please?” he pleads, a whiny sound to his voice. i hum in response, urging him to finish, to finish now. 

he lets out a series of moans, and i feel him twitching in my mouth, and long ropes of cum shoot down my throat, almost too much for me to handle. almost. 

only when he stops cumming is when i take him out of my mouth, yet still hard. 

“so, uh, that’s what’s been on my mind for a while,” i tell him, looking up at him from my position on the floor. i rest my head on his thigh, and his hand reaches down, his thumb meeting the corner of my mouth, wiping it and gently putting it in my mouth. 

“i may just have to repay the favor,” he tells me, now guiding me up onto the couch. well, damn, if i knew this was going to happen, i would have kicked haymitch out hours ago.