#this is half assed but. god i love belly bulges :((( break me in half thanks

[specialgrades]

honestly, ghost didn’t know from the get go he had a size kink. he’s well aware of his size and strength. he never considered getting off on the idea of someone smaller than him until he met you. his hands engulf yours almost twice over, and on your hips? so small and malleable for him, it goes straight to his dick. speaking of, when he catches the sight of it bulging out of your tummy when he hits it from the right angle he has to hold back from cumming right there. quick to grab your hand and place it over the bulge, relishing in the weak whimpers that leave you when the realization of how much larger than life he is in every aspect of the phrase.

[hauntedhowlett-writes]

cockwarming or wet dream with könig (maybe both?)

Both. Both is good. Hope you enjoy!

title: worth your while

pairing: konig x female reader

rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)

word count: 1779

summary:

Konig wakes from a wet dream and asks you for some relief.

author's note: god i love the big mountain man. thank you so much for this request! would love more könig requests! or just cry with me about him

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content warnings/tags: explicit sexual content (18+ minors do not interact), explicit language, potentially bad german translations, wet dreams, minor belly bulge mention, mild/moderate somno, könig begging reader for cock warming, sleepy sex, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, pet names, squirting, size kink. let me know if any are missing!

König’s got you on your hands and knees, hips hiked up high as he pounds into you. Your cunt is soaking wet, the lewd sounds echoing in the dark room with each slam of his hips against the plush fullness of your ass.

“Taking me so well, liebling,” he groans, tipping his head back. “Love this little cunt stretched around my cock.”

You whine, your fingers curling into the sheets as he ravages you. “Wanna come, König. Please?”

“Not yet,” he says. “I am not done with you.”

Konig pulls out of you, turning you by the hips so that you’re on your back. You look up at him with lust drunk eyes, your chest heaving with your labored breaths. He drags you down the bed until your ass is perched on his thighs and he can spear you with his aching cock once more.

“My little toy,” he coos. “Just wanted to see your pretty face as you beg me to let you come.”

“König, please let me come,” you moan. Your hands cup your breasts, tweaking your nipples harshly. He feels the resulting flutter of your walls around his cock and the growl that breaks free from deep in his chest is damn near primal. He leans forward, pressing the weight of his body down on yours. Your knees are pressed up against your chest and König is going so deep that when he looks down, he swears he can see the outline of his cock in your belly with each thrust inside of you.

“Kannst du das fühlen?” He asks. “Spüre, wie ich dich spalte?”

You nod your head, though he’s certain you have no idea what he’s saying. The thought makes him chuckle.

“Do you still want to come, meine liebe?” He asks, breathless as his hips stutter against yours with his own impending release.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you babble. “Please!”

“Come for me, soak my fucking cock,” he commands.

König wakes with a moan of your name on his lips, his cock hard as a rock and creating an impressive tent in his boxers. Beside him, you wiggle in your sleep, the sheets dipping below your waist to expose the curve of your ass in those little sleep shorts you wear that drive him wild. He can’t stop himself from reaching out, tracing his fingers lightly over your shoulder.

“Mmph, König?” You slur, turning your head as if to look over your shoulder but your eyes remain closed. “S’wrong?”

“Need you, Schatz,” he groans. He scooches closer to you, pressing his body to yours and grinding his hard length against your plush ass. “Bitte.”

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König’s thick cock is pressing against your ass, his breath hot against your neck. Your body reacts to him even in your half asleep state, your hips grinding back against him. The gentle hands that had woken you up are greedy now, slipping into your tank top to palm your breast, fingers curling roughly against the plush flesh.

“Sleepy,” you mumble, eyes still shut but your brain slowly makes the connection to reality.

“Let me fill your little cunt,” Konig whispers into your ear. “You can just keep my cock nice and warm for me, ja?”

His hand leaves your breast, trailing across the dip in your waist until his fingers slide beneath the waistband of your sleep shorts. He slides his gun calloused digits through the slickness already coating your core, a groan rumbling through his chest against your back.

“So wet for me already, liebling. Let me fill this needy pussy. Bitte? Please? I know you’re so tired, my love, you won’t even need to wake,” he says, voice uncharacteristically whiney in your ear. Your hips undulate against his hand, a gasp slipping from your lips as he presses a thick finger into your entrance. 

“König,” you moan. You can feel him smile against the skin of your shoulder, so certain he’s about to get his way. “I have to wake up early,” you complain, though it’s a half-hearted attempt. 

“I know, Schatz, but I need you so badly,” he begs, his fingers withdrawing and making you feel empty and achy as he circles your clit. 

“Fine,” you acquiesce. No sooner than the word leaves your mouth are your shorts pulled down, König sitting up to get them completely off your legs and discarded in the sheets somewhere. His excitement makes you giggle and you stifle the sound by turning your face into your pillow. 

You feel him shift behind you before he notches the head of his cock to your entrance, pressing in slowly. König is massive, easily the biggest man you’ve ever been with and he’s most definitely proportional all over. His cock is long and thick with a slight upward curve that drags against all the right spots. 

You remember the first time the two of you had sex, a hook up after a night at the bar while he’d been on leave. His pretty blue eyes drew you in but you were most obsessed with the way his fair skin tinged pink every time you made an overtly sexual joke. You decided to make it your mission to see how far down that blush went.

That blush went all the way down his chest when you’d pulled his cock free from his pants and couldn’t think of anything to say besides, “There’s no way that’s fitting inside me.”

König likes a challenge, though. He continues to prove as much every time he patiently works his cock into you inch by inch, much like he is right now. You can feel him fighting to control himself, the bruising grip of his fingers curled around your hip a dead giveaway.

“Du fühlst dich so gut,” he murmurs into your shoulder. “Meine Lieblingsplatz.”

You squirm against him as he continues to work himself inside of you until his hips are flush with yours, the stretch of him punching the air from your lungs. Your pussy burns deliciously as you adjust to the feeling.

True to his word, König slips a heavy arm over your waist, holding you tightly to him. He doesn’t move, just breathes deeply and evenly at your back, puffs of his breath tickling your neck.

You try to relax, but the burn gives way to a familiar ache, your walls clenching around him. You wiggle your hips just a little, trying to get comfortable, but all that does is press him impossibly deeper and make the buzz beneath your skin intensify.

You flex your hips again, biting your lip to hold back the moan threatening to escape. König’s breathing is deep and even behind you and for a moment you think the man has really fallen asleep.

But then his hand is stilling the movement of your hips, holding you flush to him as he says, “Thought you wanted to sleep, Schatz.”

“You’re right,” you reply, not wanting to give in to him yet. You take a few calming breaths, trying to block out how full your pussy feels. 

It works for a few minutes. You focus on the sounds of the room - König’s deep breaths, the clock ticking, the whir of the air conditioning unit. You feel your eyes grow heavy again and for a moment you think you really may succumb to sleep, despite the fact that König is splitting you open.

But then your brain goes through a free fall, jerking you awake, the movement causing you to thrust back against König, his cock rubbing across your g-spot and making you moan loudly in surprise. 

Konig stills your writhing hips once more. “This is not sleeping,” he teases.

“I know, I know, I take it back,” you babble. “Want you to fuck me, König, please?”

He answers by sliding an arm beneath your body and using the other to haul you on top of him with a grip under your top knee. He’s lying flat with your back held tight to his chest by an arm placed just under your breasts, your legs now splayed widely on either side of his hips. He bends his knees, planting his feet wide apart on the mattress.

You gasp as his cock drags out of you before he thrusts sharply back inside. The rhythm he sets is brutal, harsh slaps of his hips to yours that echo through the room. You tilt your head, seeking out his over your shoulder.

König brings a hand up to your face, holding your cheek with his broad palm as he kisses you deeply. You whine into his mouth, hips squirming against the onslaught of sensation you’re experiencing. His lips tilt up in a smirk.

“What is the matter, meine herz?” He asks, the hand on your cheek migrating to your throat. His fingers squeeze gently, a possessive hold that makes your brain go fuzzy. 

“Fuck, König. You’re so fucking big,” you pant. He fills up every inch of your body until you can think of nothing but him. “Need to come, fuck, I need to come so bad,” you whimper.

König’s thrusts grow impossibly harder and he slides his other hand down your belly, his fingers circling your clit with rough circles that make you cry out, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming sensation.

“Come for me,” König growls.

And who are you to disobey?

Your vision gets speckled with tiny supernovas as your release washes over you, drenching König’s cock and your thighs. Your pussy clenches around him in a vise grip, his hips stuttering as warm ribbons of his come fill your fluttering cunt.

His hips slow, his come seeping from you and adding to the mess on your bodies and the sheets. You’re gasping for breath and König’s arms flop to the side as he gives a heavy, satisfied sigh that makes you giggle.

You roll off of him, snuggling in against his sweat damp chest. Your fingers trace the constellations of scars you’re intimately familiar with.

Your alarm rings, a blaring horn that makes you groan. You turn over, grabbing your phone to hit the snooze button. König welcomes you back into his arms.

“This was a better alarm, ja?” He asks, voice smug.

You roll your eyes. “You’re insufferable. What did you even dream about?”

“You, of course. On all fours, begging for me.”

You glance down, shocked to find him growing hard again already. He grins at you.

“I’m going to be late!” You argue, even as you allow him to roll you to your back and press hot kisses to your neck, trailing them to your chest. 

“I’ll make it worth your while, liebling.”

Translations:

Liebling - Darling

Kannst du das fühlen? - Can you feel that?

Spüre, wie ich dich spalte - Feel how I split you?

Schatz - Sweetheart

Bitte - Please

Ja - Yes

Du fühlst dich so gut - You feel so good

Mein Lieblingsplatz - My favorite place

Meine herz - My heart

Please let me know if any of these phrases should be adjusted. Thank you!

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[navegandoaciegas]

Not so shy now

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Summary: You’ve been pushing Bucky’s buttons for days, and he finally snaps.

Warnings: smut, 18+, watersports, omorashi, dom!Bucky, brat!reader, a lil’ bit of humiliation and daddy kink, outdoor sex, rough sex.

A/N: I don’t usually write dom!Bucky, but I hope you’ll like this!

You weren’t one for the outdoors, that Bucky had found out the hard way a couple hours into your mission together, being the sole witness to your bitching and complaining for hours on end.

10 days later, all he wanted to do was bludgeon you to sleep until the mission was over.

Or alternatively, fuck you stupid until you’d all but forget about your backpack being too heavy, the bugs being gross, the blisters in your feet too painful and the meals too bland.

He’d been painfully hard for days and his ears just needed a break from your endless complaints, and stuffing your loud mouth with his aching cock seemed like a practical solution to both problems.

And Bucky was nothing but a practical man.

“Barnes,” you huffed, voice coming out in a childish whine, “Bucky? Buck? Let’s take a break, I need to pee.”

And of course, the biggest problem that had surfaced in your time together: you drank like a camel but your bladder had the capacity of a toddler’s.

“You went less than an hour ago, you can’t be serious right now.”

You, on the other hand, watched in amusement as Bucky turned around, a murderous glint in his eyes. You wondered how much more he could take, how much more you could push, until your grumpy but collected colleague would finally snap.

You felt giddy with excitement imagining all the ways that vibranium arm of his could put you in your place. Would he slap you, choke you, pull your hair? Would he be condescending or mean, how much would he degrade you, and most importantly how much could you take before you broke?

“I couldn’t really go,” you shrugged, feigning innocence, “I was scared that a bug would crawl up my ass, to be honest. And I have a shy bladder, you know. Can’t pee if you’re hovering behind the trees.”

“I wasn’t hovering,” he cried out in disbelief, crossing his arms over his middle.

You smiled wryly, following the flexing muscles of his bulging biceps with your eyes.

“You kind of have a hovering problem, Barnes. A staring one too but we can unpack all that later, I really need to pee right now.”

You stomped over to him, swinging your backpack over your shoulder and hitting him square in the chest with it, mumbling a ‘thanks’. He let out a wheeze, stumbling back as you kept walking.

“You fuckin’ brat,” you heard him grumble, “Been gettin’ on my damn nerves all week.”

You heard a loud thump behind you, and before you could turn around, you were yanked by the arm, and your back hit the trunk of a tree as Bucky caged you against it with his beefy frame.

“It’s about time someone put you in your place, isn’t it? You’ve been running your mouth, so loud and so fuckin’ annoying, bitching and moaning about everything.”

You opened your mouth to sass back at him, but his rough, callous hand grabbed your jaw, shutting you up.

“I’ll give you a reason to bitch and moan, sweetheart.”

Before you could process it, Bucky slanted his mouth against yours in a messy kiss, all clattering teeth and drool, his hands forcefully roaming over your body, you tightly clutching his biceps for support.

You were dripping already, panties ruined with the amount of slick that leaked out of your pussy.

You’d been fantasizing about this moment for nearly a year, and in the end it had only taken you 10 days to crack your colleague. Although, as one of his hands groped your breasts and the other kneaded your ass, you had the feeling that he would be the one to crack you. And your back, and neck.

His hips bucked against yours, and your walls fluttered against nothing as you felt his hard length press on you. You’d accidentally seen him before, and you knew he was going to fill you up like no one ever could before him.

You could ignore the pressure in your bladder and the simmering pain in your lower belly for the moment, in favor of losing yourself in the warmth of his built body, in the shivers that ran down your spine with every one of his rough touches.

In a blur, your t-shirt was discarded, your bra ripped and your pants and panties shoved down your legs, while he stood completely clothed over you.

His thick fingers weren’t delicate when they cupped your cunt, harshly pressing down on your engorged clit, but he was so intoxicating that you could forget the scratch of his nails and the mosquitoes tormenting your ankles.

Fuck, neither of you smelled like roses after a whole day of hiking, but all that you could feel was Bucky and the goosebumps and love bites he left behind.

He leaned back just to watch his fingers dip into your dripping folds, smirking at the way you shuddered.

“Fuck, I just knew you were a fuckin’ whore, you’re so wet for me.”

He plunged inside you, feeling your walls clamp down on his hand.

“What, cat’s got your tongue? You’ve been pestering me all week, if I knew this would get you to shut up I would have done it before, doll.”

You moaned his name when his fingers curled inside you, and the tingly sensation in your lower abdomen made your eyes widen in realization.

You still needed to piss. A lot. And the more Bucky’s vibranium hand jerked inside your pussy, the more your urge grew, the pressure so painfully, maddening pleasant.

Bucky latched his lips onto your pulse point, sucking a bruise on it. You clenched your thighs, whining in shame and need, as you fought the urge to release in his hand.

If you accidentally pissed on him, you’d just quit your job and change identity.

You couldn’t bear the shame of it, brows scrunching as you willed your tense muscles to hold in.

Bucky was none the wiser, continuing his ministration and mistaking your heaving chest and copious sweat for pleasure.

It was delirious, brain turned to mush as part of you wanted to let go and cum (and piss), while the other restrained your urges, and witheld your orgasm.

Bucky’s thick fingers inched you closer and closer to your release, but you bit on your lip and dug your nails in his back to stop you from falling off the edge.

“Don’t hold yourself back, doll. I wanna see you fall apart on my fingers and on my cock, wanna make you cream my fingers, pretty girl. I know you can do it.”

Your entire body shook as he doubled his efforts, panting against your ear as his arm vibrated inside your pussy.

You squeezed your eyes shut, body on fire as you tried and failed to conjure any gross image that could sour your mood. None of it worked, though.

A sharp yet somewhat delicate slap on your face brought you face to face with Bucky’s pissed expression.

“Damn brat, never doing what she’s asked,” he tsked, shaking his head, “You’re lucky you’re so pretty.”

You whined in disappointment but internally cheered when his fingers slipped out of you, and despite the emptiness he left behind, your aching bladder could finally sigh in relief.

Relief that was short lived when he manhandled you again, spinning you around and slamming you front against the tree, ass up in the air.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” you heard him mumble as he tugged his sweats and boxers down to free himself, “Wanted you for so long.”

He slapped his leaking cock on your ass, hot and heavy.

“Please, Bucky, please,” you whimpered, parting your legs wider.

You should have been begging for him to stop, but the ache in your pussy was too unbearable, and the prospect of his fat cock splitting you in half too appetizing.

“I like the sound of that, c-could get used to this.”

You felt as the breath had been knocked out of you when he breached your entrance, your gummy walls sucking him in. He felt better than you’d imagined all those lonely nights with your fingers down your panties, his name on your tongue as you made yourself cum imagining his hand instead of yours.

His breaths tickled the back of your ear as he gave you time to adjust, bracing one arm against the tree and the other on your shoulder.

Once he started thrusting inside you, the ache returned, stronger than it had been before.

His cock hit all the right spots inside you, which also meant that it jammed against your bursting bladder with each forceful snap of his hips.

The heat in your core was so great that you couldn’t feel the bark scratch against your chest, or the sweat trickling down his hair onto your back.

Again, you wanted to beg him to stop but words failed you, and all you could muster were some broken whimpers as your tongue lolled out of your mouth and you lost your mind on his dick.

The more he pistoned inside you, the more your need to cum grew, the more the idea of pissing all over yourself and Bucky seemed less scary.

“I can feel your tight pussy clamping down on me, doll. So tight, so good to me. Fuck,” he groaned, lost in his own pleasure, cock swelling inside, “‘M all yours, all yours.”

His arm snaked around your waist to pull you flush to his chest, which proved to be an awful move when his hand pressed against your bladder and you shrieked, a spurt of piss erupting out of you.

“God, you’re squirting? Oh God, fuck,” he grunted, clenching his teeth, “I’ve never made anyone do that before.”

You wanted to laugh, and cry.

“Bucky, Buck, stop, please, stop, I can’t, I-“

“Yes, you can, you’re doing so good for me, c’mon.”

“Bucky, no.”

Your tone was much harder than before, and Bucky froze like a deer caught in the headlight behind you.

You could feel his heaving chest on your back, and could sense his confusion in the air.

“But I thought…?” he muttered, pulling out of you, “Did I hurt you?”

You debated lying to him, but settled on telling the truth despite how humiliating it could be.

“No,” you hesitated, drawing in a deep breath, “‘S just, I really need to pee, I can’t hold it anymore.”

The air was still for a moment. You gulped, not daring to meet his eyes. After what felt like a century, you heard a low growl behind you.

“You and this damn piss,” he grunted, “Gettin’ on my nerves again, you fuckin’ brat. Always drinking water and whining like a child.”

His fingers dug painfully in your hips, surely leaving bruises behind. You were too speechless to protest.

“‘Bout time I teach you a lesson, sweetheart. I’ve been too good to you, and like the little brat you are, you’ve taken advantage.”

Bucky slammed his cock inside you again, pistoning his hips with brutal force while his hand found your front again.

The pad of his callous finger traced the bulge of your bladder, tickling the skin before pressing down on the swelling.

You had no time to think or react before your body acted on its own, releasing another spurt of hot piss against the tree.

You clenched your muscles to hold the rest of the piss in, and Bucky groaned behind you, feeling your pussy throb around him. You could tell he was getting off on your humiliation, watching you struggle to keep your dignity as he played your body like a fiddle.

“And I thought you were squirting,” he chuckles, “C’mon, piss all over yourself like the dumb bitch you are, princess. Show daddy how stupid his little toy is.”

Had you been more conscious, his alternating moods would have given you whiplash, but your sole reaction was to clamp down harder on him, biting on your lips until you could taste your blood on your tongue.

His cock dragging up and down your walls, the pressure in your cunt, the pain in your bladder, his hand on your belly, it was all becoming too much.

You opened your mouth to scream and all that came out were incoherent mumblings as you released all over yourself and his cock, your hot piss coming out in spurts as he kept fucking you.

“Dumb fuckin’ brat, you’re gonna be a good girl and cream all over daddy’s fat cock, aren’t you?”

You nodded, trembling head to toe with the sweetest release you’d ever felt, mind completely wiped as you lost control over your own body.

“Daddy, daddy please,” you wailed, “Make me cum, please.”

Your voice didn’t sound like your own as you begged, Bucky’s words lost on you when the ring in your ears got louder and louder.

You didn’t realize you were cumming until waves of searing hot pleasure crashed through you, the orgasm so intense you felt like you were going to black out.

You had the impression of being underwater, blissfully disoriented from reality, Bucky’s cock being to only thing to ground you.

You felt him throb and grow inside you, and he came with a grunt, filling your cunt with his hot cum so much that it began spilling out of your pussy while he was still hard inside you.

You both slumped against the tree, his arms around your chest, his head on your shoulder.

You were covered in dirt, piss, sweat and cum, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

“Not so shy now, that bladder of yours, hm?”

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[myclownjunction]

The real thing! Karl Heisenberg x reader

GUUUUUUYS I SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE THAT, I JUST EH, CONFESSION TIME I HAD A WET DREAM, YES ABOUT KARL FRIKIN HEISENBERG SO NSFW AHEAD YOU'VE BEEN WARNED! JUST FOR REAL THIS IS NOT FOR MINORS SCATTER AWAY!

WARNING: size difference, blood, swearing a bit, twisted reader, Metal magnetto man with a huge ass hammer, that destroys your poor soul but you love it...

You liked to read A LOT about the man named Karl Heisenberg and damn you liked him since your play with your friend of Resident Evil 8, but the fandom made it hard for you not to notice a lot of things, like his hands, movements, sturdiness, cockiness, clothing, and how tall he was, how different he was, his eyes, his scars his everything and you knew every possible fanfiction featuring reader (you) x him. You came many times only imagining what he could do to you with his power, but you somehow felt unsatisfied, as you decided to take bath and relax but you failed to hear the quiet crashes and clangs of metal that was vibrating now and then, as you drained the bath, you reached for the soft black cotton towel, as you dried your wet body from the water and dried your hair. You went into your room, as you felt a rather strange smell, like leather and motor oil you lived with friends, as you blamed it on them, you dressed your fav pajama and slid into the softest of your bed, the warmness made you dreamy and you slid into the darkness of your dreams. 

You dreamed of him the things he did to you, oh damn you had a wet dream, as you were almost there you were awakened by the strange feeling of being watched, as you were trying to gain your consciousness still in your sleep haze you spotted something terrifying, two yellow eyes were peering at you from the darkness of the room, the room was filled with the smell again but this time accompanied by tobacco smell as you still thought you were dreaming you heard a grave voice. "Oh-ho-hoooo, look at the little human being naughty, naughty kitten, what thoughts about me do they have. Dirty, DIRTY LITTLE TOUGHS, huh!" he roared with laughter making you fully awake and terrified now "Oh nooo!" he let his hand slide the huge hammer to the wall with a mocking coo he rose to his full heigh "But you summoned me, little one...oh yes you did, I'll give you what you want but don't think I will be easy on you little kitten. After all, you want this, do you? Yes you DO!" he smiled with his sharp fangs present, the sight of his wide smiling toothy grin made you frozen in place with fear, he bent down and smiled "Let's see what are you made of little kitten, shall we!?", you tried to scatter away but it was useless, you were cornered. As he jumped over you nearly crushing you, you thanked every single god that he didn't as he took a deep inhale he looked at you with these two yellow embers making you whimper with excitement but too afraid of what will happen next, he was tall and so sturdy, a well-built man his smell was so intoxicating, he was so tall that you felt like a small lamb cowering in fear in front of the big bad wolf, now you were scared and this my friend only turned him more on. "Tasty, tasty, beautiful little lamb, I wonder what your taste is like?" he launched at you but instead of ripping you into sherds, he kissed you so messily drawing blood from the collide with your lips, you were so shocked that you responded to the kiss, as you felt his tongue evading your mouth fighting for dominance and winning as he caged you, you tried to push away but it was useless he was powerful, you didn't even budge, as his tongue was exploring your mouth and making you choke for air as he withdrew salvia connecting your mouths. You, on the other hand, were trying to gain some air, greedily taking in the so much-needed oxygen.

 He laughed as he slid to your neck and bit making you scream and arch into him, he smiled as he lapped your blood "So naive, so stupid little human, I can rip you in sherds and still you want me to fuck you, to make you take my brood. Oh little buttercup, I will give you what are you wishing for!" he ripped your pajamas and left you exposed to him, as you tried to cover yourself, he used his hand to pin your hands over your head, he tsk at you "No, no little one, don't be shy one, you little filthy beasty!" he licked his lips as he without rising a finger let his buckle snap open the zipper slid down as the bulge that was hidden by the pants was enormous for you he then took off his hat and glasses, sliding his boxers off his cock sprang and twitched like it had mind on its own! You were terrified now that was so huge how would you even take it in, he was thick and long, you whimpered and tried to break free as he snarled "Little warning, sweet little lamb, try this trick again and rip you in half but the other way!" he said it rather calmly as you laid there accepting your fate, he let his tip slide in as you were lready wet from the happening his head was fully in you making you moan at the alien sensation inside of your body, the intrusion of something so big as you felt you womb being almost torn in half you screamed in pain as you saw black spots in your vision you almost blacked out you hear him taunting you "Oh what is it little one can't handle ole' Heisenberg? I thought that what you all wanted to be brood by me?" he licked the blood from your neck, as he bit down again, but this time you felt something strange like you was under some kind of drug you felt him shudder in you as you felt the first pang of pleasure and not pain. You moaned as you looked at his half-lidded amber eyes peering at you and smile as you reached over to him as he leaned and kissed you messily, you tasted your blood as he purred and started pumping into you deep and hard you were drooling and moaning bloody mess, but he somehow liked it, he liked your little filthy mind that called out to his electrical field caught his attention and somehow he teleported here, and he accepted it, he needed to relax a bit and have fun, right away from this shitty family and Bitch Miranda! He pumped into you hard and deep slamming you into the bed almost breaking it with you as he took you and every surface of your room you were passing out for the many orgasms your poor body suffered and the drug made you go as he pumped you with some kind of adrenaline to numb your pain and brain to think straight. 

He then quickened as he was chanting something in a foreign language hard for your little brain to understand but you thought it sounded like german but you didn't need to so you let it slide past as he roared and pumped you full of his seed as some of the seed was spilling past your hole and down your tights as the other fill that he pumped deep into you making your belly bulge with his brood, as he stilled he took few breaths and he was looking rather strangely, licking his scarred lips he muttered something that you heard this time "Du wirst für immer meins sein, Kätzchen!" (You'll be mine forever, kitten!) as he kissed your lips and whispered "Be careful what you wish for little one, it might come true, alas I think I'll visit you...more often now!" he looked down at your belly and gave it few pats and a loving kiss "More often, that you think!" he smiled and howled in laughter, everything was on him as if nothing had happened, his hammer flew to his hand and he winked disappearing with a zap as the only thing that left after him has destroyed bedroom and a bit of blood splattered everywhere, you laid there totally worn out as was in post orgasming trance you smiled and licked your lips where he kissed you, you were waiting for him to return after all he was right, you were a twisted beasty and that was only for him!

Holy SHIT I'm twisted! I'm so damn twisted I...I...*bursts into flames*

[little-diable]

Sweaty - Jax Teller (smut)

Request by anon: Hiiii babeeee!!! Could I request a jax teller x reader! Something smut and sweet! Thank you💕

Hope you like it, enjoy my loves. xxx

“Don’t, Jax,” she screeched, trying to get away from her boyfriend, he was drenched in sweat, heavily breathing as he tried to catch her. His laugh rumbled through the hall, the wave of adrenaline was still pumping through him, he had won another fight, not caring about the son, that was still choking up some blood. 

“Don’t lie, I know how much you love me like that.” He managed to wrap his arms around her, pulling her into his chest, tickling her sides. “Ew, Jax,” she desperately tried to rip herself out of his embrace. 

Jax lifted her off her feet and swung her across his shoulder, slapping her ass as she began to call him names, “Jax Teller, you’ll put me down right now,” she whined. He was walking towards his room in the clubhouse, put her down on his bed and smirked at her, pressed a kiss onto her lips, loving the way she was playfully fighting against him. 

“I love you,” he whispered, one hand placed on her jawline, the other one was supporting his weight, her eyes were focused on the “Abel” tattoo on his chest, mindlessly tracing it. “I love you too.”

She tugged on his hair, kissing him another few times, she’d never get tired of his taste, the way his lips would so perfectly fit against hers. “Shower?” He whispered, not wanting to break up the calmness, that was surrounding them, she moved her hands down his naked chest. “No, make love to me first.”

She didn’t need to say anything else, he unbuttoned her jeans, ripped them off her legs, Jax grasped her sides, his muscles were flexing as he flipped them around, placed on his back, while (y/n) was straddling his waist. 

He pulled her shirt off her, admiring her skin, eyes focused on her upper body, “Jax,” she whispered his name, eyes meeting hers. “Touch me.”

Jax unclasped her bra, slowly moving the straps off her arms, he bit his lip, god, he was obsessed with her,  he’d still find himself wondering, how he’d deserve someone as beautiful and adoring as (y/n). 

(Y/n) felt his growing bulge against her core, pressing against the spot, where she was aching for him the most. Her hands were placed on his chest, she was shifting her weight down onto his centre, hoping, that he’d get the hint. “Somebody’s desperate,” he murmured. 

Jax pinched her nipples, lifted his head off the pillow and attached his mouth to her chest. His name fell from her lips, obsessed with the way he’d manage to make her feel like that, with a single touch of his hands. 

Jax kissed up her neck, while his fingers moved down to her panties, touching the soaked fabric, she began to unbutton his jeans, he pulled her off his legs for a second and undressed himself. His length was throbbing, ready to bury himself in her wetness, to feel her stretch around him. 

(Y/n) placed both knees on either side of his legs, slowly sinking down on his length, letting out a relieved sigh, she loved to feel that full, something only Jax had ever managed to make her feel like. 

“Shit, darling, I’m not gonna last long,” he warned her, she was bouncing on his length, gasping as Jax met her thrusts, burying himself even deeper. Her knees were trembling, trying to keep her going, she shifted her weight onto her hands, still placed on Jax chest. 

A warmth was spreading through both their bodies, that kept them connected, made her roll her eyes in the back of her head, while Jax was ferociously thrusting his hips upwards. She kept on screaming and screaming his name, (y/n) wouldn’t last much longer, just like Jax, her nails were leaving red, half moon shaped marks on his skin, something he’d probably tease her about later on. 

“Fuck, darling, I-” a moan ripped through him, she was clenching around him, her head hung between her arms, eyes pressed together, her strong orgasm made it unable for her to keep on moving, groaning as Jax kept on thrusting his hips. He pushed her off his length and released himself onto her lower belly, taking a deep breath as he watched his cum drip down her skin, a smirk on his lips. 

“How do you always mage to make such a mess?” (Y/n) chuckled, she reached for a handkerchief, cleaning her skin, her legs felt like jello, she was wobbling towards the bathroom. “Come on, Teller, I promised you a nice shower.”

[legendary-maddie]

Hiiiii. I’m in ur ask box bc I love u and I NEED THE NASTY. Can I get Neji w/ “can you at least wait until I get in the door before you pounce on me?” I think that’s the way that one went. Thank u lovveee 💕💕

You want the nasty, I'll give you the nasty bby!

Hope I did him justice ♡

As always, please forgive me for my mistakes. English is not my native language and I don't have a beta.

"Can I at least shut the door before you decide to pounce on me the moment I come home?" - SMUT

You came back to Konoha after a long but successful mission.

After reporting to Tsunade, you and your team went separate ways. You weren't that exhausted but you definitely longed for your home. Your comfortable couch, your fluffy bed and your boyfriend.

Neji probably wasn't there, he lived in the Hyuuga compound, but he had the keys to your apartment.

You took a deep breath of the fresh air of the night and climbed the stairs up to your home, stretching one hand backwards to your rucksack, trying to get the keys out with minimal effort.

Once you got them, you made your way to your door and unlocked it.

The light inside was dimmed but someone was definitely home.

You immediately smiled and looked up to see the familiar face that appeared as you entered your apartment.

"Neji...", you said and dropped your bag to the floor when he pulled you into a tight hug.

Longingly he pressed his soft lips against yours and you closed your eyes. Oh how you missed him.

You moaned into the kiss as he grabbed a handful of your hair and slid a hand to your waist, pressing you to his warm body.

You let your hands wander upwards to his chest, clinging on his clothes.

As you ran out of air, your lips parted and ended the passionate kiss.

You smiled happily up to him, deeply looking into his beautiful eyes. He was so handsome right now. Strands of Neji's black hair framed his sharp features. You bit your lower lip which caused him to pull you back to another kiss.

His right hand squeezed your buttock and you gasped at his sudden action. Neji slid his tongue into your mouth and a needy fight startded. Your boyfriend gently pushed you against the wall. His lips moved against yours and you had to repress another moan. It indeed escaped you as he trailed down to kiss your neck. He immediately found your sweet spot which led you to bury your hands in his long and incredibly soft hair, as suddenly a cold wind blew and woke you from your trance.

You opened your eyes and saw that the door was still open.

"N-Neji...", you managed to whisper.

He raised his head and looked you in the eyes. They where full of lust and desire.

"Can I at least shut the door before you decide to pounce on me the moment I come home?", you chuckled and could see a slight blush on his cheeks

"I missed you, Y/N...", he said quietly and pushed the door close, while you quickly got rid of your shoes. "You were gone for almost a month."

"I'm sorry, love..." You gave him a soft kiss and took his hand. "Let's go to a more comfortable place."

Neji smiled slightly and let you lead him into the bedroom.

Only the small bedside lamp lit up the room. It barely reached the end of the bed. You smiled softly. Finally home.

You turned around to see your boyfriend. Almost immediately he cupped your face and looked lovingly into your eyes.

Oh how much you missed him...

You went on tiptoes and kissed him, not holding back. Neji slung his arms around your body and deepened the kiss.

After a while you parted. He took your hand to lead to the bed and sit on it.

You stood between his legs and he smiled up to you, his hands roaming over your waist. God, what a handsome man he was...

Slowly he took off your weapon bag and pushend your top up to gently kiss your belly. You enjoyed the beautiful feeling of his lips against your body and closed your eyes, registering every movement.

Then Neji stood up and carefully took off your ninja attire, leaving you in nothing but your underwear.

You purred as you approached him, running your fingers over the soft fabric of his cloth. He wasn't wearing his traditional white garments, his ninja outfit, instead he wore nothing but black pants with a long sleeve shirt. His forehead was bare and you could see the seal he usually hid underneath bandages. It seems like he planned to stay the night and was already prepared to go to bed.

Neji's hands slid down your body, trailing delicately over the exposed skin, but ended at your waist to gently pull you with him.

He sat down on the bed and you crawled onto his lap, making yourself comfortable. You brushed back his silky, long hair as he approached your neck.

He placed soft kisses and started to attack your sweet spot with his teeth.

You bit your lower lip and moaned softly, beginning to press your heat to his clothed erection. The tickling sensation building up between your legs.

You could feel his reaction against your skin, he moaned deeply and used one arm to press you deeper into his lap and the other to swiftly remove your bra.

His lips were almost cold against your warm skin and left a hot trail to your breasts. Gently he cupped them and sucked your left nipple, rolling the other one slightly between his fingers before switching.

Your breath was shaky, your hands restlessly wandering through his hair and shoulders. You couldn't wait longer to finally have him again after such a long time.

"Neji, please..." You gently pushed him back and tried to remove his shirt. He helped you with a smirk on his lips.

"Please what, my love?", he asked innocent and you almost pouted. "I wanted to take my time to spoil you..."

His hand wandered over your leg and pushed into your underpants, sliding through your already wet folds.

You groaned as he found your clit and rubbed your sensitive bud just the way he had to to let you see stars.

Your toes curled and you grabbed a handful of his hair, gently raising his head to look up to you.

His eyes were dark and full of lust and desire.

You brought down your lips to meet his in a hungry and passionate kiss. God, this man is driving you insane on a daily base!

Neji turned the both of you without breaking the kiss, so you now lay on your back with him towering above you.

Two of his fingers entered you starting to slowly move. You moaned into the kiss and reached down to touch his bulge. He was already so hard and you couldn't wait to feel his cock inside of you.

As he added a third finger, you almost lost it. You moaned his name as he fucked you with his talented fingers.

"Ah... Neji!", you whimpered and he looked at you, smirking. That bastard. "Please, take me!"

"As you wish, darling.", he whispered lovingly to your ear. The black haired man removed his fingers from you to undress his lower half. You made a sound at the sudden loss of his fingers, but moaned delicately as he sunk down to you again and brushed his erection against your wet middle.

You slung your arms around his shoulders and bit your lower lip, waiting for him to finally give it to you.

Neji took you legs and pushed them up, as he entered your with only but the tip.

"Ah!" You almost screamed as he pushed in hard the rest to fully fill you up. You opened your eyes and looked into his sly face, watching you from above.

"God, please, Neji! I need you!" You can't even believe that you have to beg him so many times! You want him - NOW!

He pulled out and entered you again with full force. He did that a few time and you swore you would you crazy if he continued!

Neji rested his weight on one elbow, grabbing a handful of your hair only press his lips onto yours and start fucking you hard.

Your eyes rolled back as you felt him so freaking deep inside, penetrating your g-spot. You moaned into the kiss and duged your nails into the skin of his muscular back. Your other hand ran through his hair, carefully scratching his scalp.

Finally he moaned and looked down on you with lustful eyes and knitted eyebrow, pounding hard into you.

You knew he would loose it if you do it right. His hair was sensitive and there was a very small part between pleasure and pain. A tad too rough and he would be angry.

"Y/N..." Neji grabbed your chin and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. "Turn around...", he said softly. Out of breath you nod and turned, before he roughly grabbed your hips as you were on hands and knees. Knowing it's gonna be pleasure to the finest, you smiled and duged your hands into your pillow.

He slipped back into you, starting to thrust slow but powerful into you. His hands wander up, massaging your back before he grabbed your shoulders tightly, much to your delight.

You were a moaning mess! Your knees and arms started to get wobbly.

"Ahh... Neji!", you whimpered out his name, feeling your climax coming slowly.

He thrusted hard into you and fastened the speed.

Your arms were about to gave up and your thighs started to get numb.

You moaned a last time before you lowered your upper body to the pillow and grabbing it as if your life depends on it.

You felt one of his hands brunch over your back, giving your ass a tight squeeze and sliding down to your clit.

Neji leaned over you, nipping on your earlobe, kissing it softly afterwards before massaging your sensitive bud.

"Welcome home, love."

[boys-from-santacarla]

can I request a David X Michael smut? if you're not comfortable then I totally understand :)

Notes: Ok, so first off: thank you so much for your request🤍. Second: this is my very first time writing a one shot about these boys, so I came up with this because I'm sure David's kink is to watch Michael hunt, so I tried my best. I don't know if this is what you were expecting, but I really really hope you like it 🤞🏻❤️. I accept feedback, writing advices, constructive criticism 😂, and more comments you want to let me know! I'm sorry you had to wait so much, btw, but I'm new on editing long posts on Tumblr.

Word Count: 1461

Warnings: NSFW, cursing, mentions of murder, mentions of blood, blowjob, handjobs, and basically just gay vampires.

Fast Learner (David x Michael)

They were on their way back to the cave. It had been four months since his turning, so by now the things coming with being a vampire were already accepted by Michael. But the midnight killings were still hard to get used to.

"You were good tonight, Michael." David commented interrupting his moral dilemma and sliding his arm over his shoulders. He tried to smile kindly and accepted the embrace.

"He says that 'cause he wants to get in your pants!" Paul joked from behind.

Everyone laughed and David gave him the finger, only increasing the laughs from the others.

"But he's right, Mike." Dwayne's deep voice added "You were better this time." Michael only nodded.

They quickly walked down the stairs and everyone went separate ways to get ready to catch some rest. Mike had some plans to get clean and prepare to get back home, but before he could totally get away from David's grasp, the blonde applied more force to keep him in place.

"Where you think you're going?" He asked amused.

"The sun's getting out and I still need to go home." He reminded him in an obvious tone. It was hard to maintain his normal life and keep up with his nocturnal schedule.

David's eyebrows raised up "Don't you think you'll need to look more... Normal?" He said grinning referring to his blood-soaked clothes. "Mom Emerson never told you to get clean after going out to play?" He laughed a little.

Mike decided to play clown too "So that's the only reason I'll need to delay my fly back? Get decent to go out?" He snapped back and bit his lip watching the other's mouth. David's eyes sparkled in delight. Straight to the point was his thing. So It didn't took more than three seconds to place Michael between his cold body and the wall with his hungry lips ravishing him.

He kept his fists on Michael's shirt, grinding his hips against the other boy to give his cock some needed friction.

"You really did good out there tonight. Making those pricks scream..." He whispered, lightly brushing the other's lips with his words. He stucked his tongue out and marked a wet path from jaw to cheekbone, then made a trail to the lobe and bit it. "Gave me a memorable show". He would never admit it out loud, but seeing Michael participate so vividly in their huntings always turned him on.

"I think I've learned from the best." Whispered the brunette while sliding his hands from David's waist to his ass. Then he took possession of the exposed neck with his teeth and tried to place a mark. David moaned and took hold of Michael's clothed cock to control his body and switch places. Now with him in between the wall and Mike, their kissing got rapidly messy, with both nibbling and sucking any exposed area. And Michael swore if he wasn't his new self, he would now be hot all over.

"But still you make a mess of yourself" David separated his mouth from the collarboone in mid attack and yanked the blood stained shirt. Michael knew he was right; it was normal to get back from their hunting with some blood on them, but not this much. So he put some inches of separation between them to lift his shirt and tossed it aside.

"Better this way?" He asked smirking.

"Yeah." David breathed taking in sight the defined pecs and strong abdomen. Wasting no more time he took hold of Michael's right hand and pulled it to his bulge. "Your technique at sucking still needs improvement tho."

"And you're volunteering to let me practice?" Mike replied almost in awe.

"Always"

Michael have him one last hot kiss, roughly biting his mate's lower lip at the end, and began his way down. His cold hands roamed David's belly underneath his shirt, sensually caressing his abdomen. The only thing the newly turned vampire hated about giving David head was the struggle with so many layers of clothes.

"Why don't you ever take this fucking coat off anyway? You're too cold?" Michael grumbled half joking, never taking his hands off.

"You're testing your luck, you know that?" If he was someone else, he would definitely be far gone by now, David thought.

But at least he was doing a great job.

Settling on his knees, he got to his target. He pressed his face to the already fat bulge and wetly kissed the thick layer of fabric. Then he slowly unzipped it and took it out of its confines, earning a low moan and two hands starting to stroke his soft curls.

Before going any further he looked up and saw David's head leaned on the wall with his eyes half closed. He grinned in contentment, feeling a mix of amusement, excitement and happiness realizing the power he had over this creature in vulnerable moments like this.

He took in one hand the cock before him and David inahled a sharp breath when it was softly squeezed at the base. This was followed by a leisure lick from the bottom to the top. As if savouring it for the first time, Michael gave it a couple of more tastes to then take the crown in his mouth, smacking his lips when he pull it out.

"Fuck, Michael" David breathed.

"That can come later" Mike answered and resumed his work putting the crown in his mouth again, this time giving it shelter a few more seconds before taking it deeper in his mouth. To cover the part left behind he moved his hand to massage it in rhythm with his mouth, and with the other hand he fondle his balls to gently roll and weigh them.

David kept moaning in appreciation, putting some pressure on Mike's skull and tugging at some strands to keep control of the pace, bobbing the head at his pleasure.

Without any more control in himself, David cradled the head with his palms pressing both cheeks and began to frantically fuck Michael's mouth.

"Shit. I love you can handle this" he praised while moving his thump to open more the wet cavity. His panting went wild as well as his movements, causing Michael to give up and just relax his throat to take as much as David gave him.

"Michael you keep it like that and I'm coming soon." David said and then stopped his fucking. He whined and pulled out dripping cock. "Get up" he ordered. Michael obligued and tried to gain some balance putting his hands on David's waist.

"You got big hands, babe." David mentioned "Why don't you work them on us." He commanded unbuckling Michael's jeans while Mike himself spitted on his palm to add slickness. When Michael's dick sprung free, he brought their hardnesses together. The touch made them both gasp, but in search for more Mike took both cocks more firmly in his right hand and changed his angle a bit to fit them correctly in the grasp.

Both moaned feeling their swelled dicks move together, and David said, controlling his tone to not sound pleading "Move."

And Michael began the strokes. At first he struggled to keep both cocks in his hand, so he adjusted his fingers to handle them better and began to catch velocity.

Michael started to feel dizzy with pleasure. With the adrenaline from the hunting still flowing through his veins, the sexual act felt even more powerful. So he put his head on David shoulders and moaned louder. "Damnit." He squeezed harder on their cocks.

"Yes. Yes. Just like that, babe." David panted in his ear. He then took hold of his neck with one hand and licked the other to lubricate it before moving it down to help make a better hold on themselves. They both began trusting in matched tempo, seeking their mutual release. They keep thrusting as brutally as they could.

Moments past before Michael whined, signaling his closeness "Oh, god. God, Im gonna come! I'm gonna-" he groaned and lost control of himself, spurting his load, getting both their hands and bellies sticky. The excitement making his body loose made his fangs come out, biting David's shoulder while spasming.

With Michael's hand reflexing involuntarily, and David's hand milking the last of him with hard strokes, David came too, sighing satisfied with relief. After a few recovering moments he noticed Michael's hand had fallen, breaking the contact on the now resting organs, but still felt the fangs cutting through his rough skin. Albeit not hurt, he protested the injury trying to catch his lover's attention clearing his throat. When Michael didn't respond, he tried again taking a deep breath and speaking "I still need to teach you to control those." He then smiled

Michael chuckled.

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

Hiii more chubby!reader stories pwease??🥺🥺🥺❤ Love your work

Thank you so much! I’ve already done Donnie so how about Raph next? I feel like he adores a chubby ‘gal!

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Tight, little, black, denim shorts are the way to go. Tonight is going to be special because you’re finally going to make a real move on Raph, it’s not like you guys haven’t flirted before- far from it. He makes a point to constantly tell you how well your clothes hug you in all the right places or to not look away when you catch him clearly checking you out. You had also, kind of, been on a few dates. At least, you like to think of them as dates. Him taking you out to the rooftops and telling you stories about the city and all the fights they had gotten into. Where they had pranked Mikey or all the times Leo was a jerk pulling rank on them for “no good reason”.

You route around in your wardrobe a little more, a dark red bralette should catch his attention so you throw that on along with a leather jacket. The less you wear the better, in your mind. You are confident about how you look, you ‘re a little chubby angel and it’s adorable how these shorts show your little belly but to say you weren’t nervous would be a lie. It’s always at the back of your mind that “what if he’s just being polite?” or “he could out right reject me” but, you had to push those worries away and be brave. It’s coming to the end of summer and cuffing season is approaching fast so you better sink your claws into him while there’s still time. Besides, they live in the sewers, how many other girls could possibly be throwing themselves at them when they never leave the lair and hide in the shadows?

Ok, ok, ok you think to yourself as you loiter outside the entrance to the lair, shaking your hands about and trying to give yourself a much needed pep talk. You’re a badass bitch from hell and he’s gonna love you you repeat to yourself under your breath, trying to make yourself believe it. What’s the thing Raph always says? Oh yeah, no regrets no fear! You open the door and walk in, swaying your hips a little bit extra from side to side and that’s when you hear it- a wolf whistle from the sofa and you know it’s him. You turn around and strike a pose with the biggest smile on your face and he can finally see you in full and take you all in.

“God damn, you get all dressed up for me?” he purrs

“like you should be so lucky!” you sass back. He loves this playful side of you and it shows from the way he eyes you up and down in appreciation. 

You walk over and sit on the coffee table in front of him, making sure your movements are slow and deliberate to keep his attention. You look him in the eyes and take a deep breath.

“loo, Raph. There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you”

“Anything” he encourages

“Well, we’ve been hanging out for a while and it’s been so fun but...”

“Oh no” he starts “this is the part where ya break my heart, in’t it” he says with a half smile

“Break your heart? No, never! I just... What are we?” you kind of blurt out “are we dating, are we not? Do you even like me in that way?”

He places a hand on your knee and gives you a naughty smile

“I like you in that bra” he winks

You blush, mentally patting yourself on the back for making the choice to go with the bralette.

“I just want us to be...Something official. I want to kiss you and go on dates and sit on your lap” you kind of hurry over that last thing, a little worried you might be to heavy for it.

“I want that too” his tone a little more shy. “so get your ass over here” he says, patting his lap

“Oh, I don’t know...I’m a little on the heavy side I wouldn’t want to hurt you” 

He laughs loudly at that, throwing his head back so you can see that brilliant smile of his.

“I can bench press 400LB with ease and you think your chubby ass could do any damage to me?” With that he pulls you off your perch on the coffee table and manoeuvres you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you as he does.

You’ve never really been able to feel Raph as close as you can right now, and you’re loving being able to feel how toned and muscular his thighs are beneath your own, how his biceps bulge as you run your hands down his arms and how taught his chest is with muscle. He’s a force of nature and you just want to be consumed by him.

“see, you weigh nothing to me” he points out and you smile. “now, where’s the kiss I was promised?” he says with a sly tone in his voice

You smile and slowly lean in, wishing to savour every second of this first kiss.

You lips meet his, tenderly kiss his upper lip before moving to his lower one and repeating this action a few times before it grows more intense and passionate.You place one arm around his shoulder to balance yourself while the other hand goes to his cheek. His skin is so warm and softer than you imagined it would be.

When you pull away he beams up at you before hiding his face in the crook of your neck

“I’ve been waiting to do that for months!” he exclaims

“so have I” you giggle

You stay as you are for a little while, just holding each other and enjoying the odd kiss here and there between soft, affectionate whispers to one another. His arms still wrapped protectively around you and his thumb occasionally rubbing circles on the small of your back just to remind you he was still there, still thinking about you and only you. You want to stay like this forever and you get the idea that the feeling is mutual.

Fin.  

[littlefreya]

Bad Reputation

Synopsis: Henry and his girl can’t get enough from one another. They keep finding themselves in rather sticky and lusty situations while other actors are present around them. 🤭

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC

Word count: 2.3K

Warnings: Smut, thigh riding, exhibition kink, public display of affection, dirty language, slight fingering, daddy kink.

A/N: This is by request made for thigh riding! I see this as a slight sequel to  Putting up a Show and Good Girl just because in my mind they are the same couple. Many thanks again to the marvellous @agniavateira​ for doing the beta! Masterlist is here.

Let me know if you want to be added/removed! Thank you for reading as always :)

PR fucking nightmare - that’s what our managers call us. 

They thought it would go away after our first year of dating. But the sad truth is, Henry just loves to touch, and I’m a hot-blooded woman who loves to fuck shit up. Three years in being married and the line is so goddamn blurry by now; I am never quite certain which one of us initiates it, nor do I even care. 

I see my bear sitting sprawled across the red leather sofas, legs spread open as he can never keep them shut. I know I’m terribly biased but that black tuxedo suit sure as hell looks great on his strong figure, especially with the crooked bowtie and the beard he’s been growing for his new movie role. 

And as if the bad boy vibes and big dick energy he sends everywhere wasn’t enough, the half-empty Grey Goose bottle on the round golden table next to him and the slight sweat that covers his forehead is a red flag that we are definitely getting into trouble tonight. 

Bring it on. 

Armie is sitting right next to him, telling him about some scheme by the gesture he is making with his hands. But I can tell Henry has other things on his mind. I can feel his eyes looking at me even when I am standing far away. Our gazes meet, he offers me a mischievous smile, showing off the large dimples of his cheeks. This is what I call a wet, slippery invention. 

I blush and look away. I mean, I have Rebecca Ferguson holding my forearms. That woman makes me want to invite her into our bedroom, but Henry doesn’t like sharing, not even with women. It doesn’t matter how much I’d pout and beg, he likes me all to himself, and he loves it when others can see that I am his. 

It’s always his hand between my thighs, riding up higher, thumb tickling at my clit teasingly. We sat through an entire acceptance speech with him working me hard. If anyone looks closely at that video on Youtube, you can see the exact moment when he hits the spot.

Sorry, Leo, I wasn’t smiling because you won. 

This is us being subtle. Hotels and parties, however, are a different story. We already had a manager quit on us because we made sure the entire floor hears what we are doing through the night. 

Rebecca kisses me on the cheek, the gorgeous Swedish redhead is already tipsy, and I’ve had my second glass of wine. She’s in a red satin dress, her impressive breasts showing through her cleavage. I also spot a few freckles on her chest. It makes me pout and look at Henry, who shakes his head in refusal. 

“Where is your hubby anyway?” she asks playfully, and I point in the direction of where he is sitting. Armie is just getting up, leaving Henry alone. He pours himself some more vodka, fills the glass with ice and then takes a sip with a lustful gaze. That’s probably my cue to keep him company and take that glass away.  

That video when he told everyone to get naked will forever be online. He also has a tendency to start making impressions of others when he is flustered, and I can’t contain my laughter when that happens.

“He’s too drunk to get up.” I sigh, shaking my head while he makes playful, sad faces at me. I shrug and take my phone out my purse, seeing two text messages from him.

Henry: “Where are you, babygirl?” Henry: “I want to squeeze that ass.” 

I text him back “Armie’s? Go for it. Can we have Rebecca, pleaaaaase?” 

He reads my reply, rolling his eyes and shaking his head in complete refusal. 

“Not. sharing. you. Do you want me to spank you in front of all these people?” 

Rebecca is oddly enough very touchy-feely, her hand sliding down my forearms while she speaks about how wonderful Henry is, and how fun it was to work with him on MI6.

“He’s not like all the other ones, he is an actual friend,” she explains to me, her beautiful green eyes lighting up. 

“I know, that’s how he got me, pretended to be my friend for years.” I chuckle, remembering the times we were still just friends. If you look at videos of us from interviews and photos from events from the time we worked together, you’d think we’ve been dating already. He always touched me subtly, his eyes staring at me intently when I speak. And of course, no one cracks him up the way I do.

But Henry waited 5 years for both of us to be single at the same time to “kidnap” me during a walk with our dogs at the forest, where I’d literally be unable to run away. He did that so he can tell me he’s been in love and growing in love with me ever since we met.

I smile at the sweet memory. I held my tears when that word left his lips.

“I’ll come to say hello later, I’m starving,” she says and rubs her belly gently. I nod and lean forward to kiss her, deliberately kissing her soft, red-painted lips for Henry to see. Us girls, we really don’t mind.

As I turn to face him, he is already frowning. He’s not amused by my vexing behaviour. I give him my best angelic posture, batting my lashes and holding my hands together while my head is tilted to the side. In that pale blue and silver dress, I might look like some saint right now, but my darling knows I’ve come from south to heaven.

I make my way to him, walking slowly, a smile both in my eyes and between my cheeks. I can feel the fire burning in my chest, the sight of him is dashing, those thick thighs ever so inviting. He spreads his legs even wider, the bulge in his groin made only for me. He has his pinky finger pressed between his teeth while checking me out.

My body heeds his calling, I’m tingling wet. 

I stand in front of him, my cheeks warm as if this is a first hook up of some sort. Henry rises his beautiful blues to stare straight into my eyes. The beaming lights in the hall make his sweaty skin glow in neon pink and gold, his eyes flashing bright as the different colours dance across his face.

“How many of those have you had?” I ask, gesturing at the glass, noticing the half-empty bottle. I hope not too much, I expect to be rammed tonight when we return to the hotel. 

He shrugs, putting the glass away without bothering to finish it. He is British, and boy, he can drink a lot. He is not as half as flustered as a different guy would be, but yes, he is certainly quite drunk. Enough to give me that look of his-one eyebrow rising up-while his eyes drink in my dress, cleavage, ass, and that slit that runs from my legs to my thighs.

My friends asked me if Henry is an ass or tits man, to which my answer was “he is ‘all of me’ man.” 

“Gotta love women's liberation.” He speaks in a deep, low voice, gesturing at my provocative dress. 

“Come to daddy.” He demands, holding out his hand for me to come and sit on his thigh. To which I am more than happy to comply.

I spread my legs, moving to straddle his muscular thigh. There is a burning sensation at my core as my pelvis meets his taut muscle. My body always reacts to his touch. Henry’s hands immediately take my face, thumbs stroking at my cheeks.

“Why do you tease me, beautiful?” he murmurs, his fierce gaze tracing my face, always taken by me, memorizing every freckle and flaw as if it’s the first time we ever sit so close. God, he makes me feel so beautiful even in my ugliest of ugly days.

I lean forward to get even closer, my ass riding up his leg and my hands reach out to tug at his white buttoned shirt. “Oh, Henry-Bear, it’s. So. much. fun.”

Someone sits right next to us on the big red sofa, saying a friendly hello. We answer at the same time, without breaking eye contact. We never bother looking who is the actor, producer, or whatever who moved to bug us. Too lost in our own little mist of admiration. Henry’s fingers descend from my face to my neck, fingers skirting down my neck sensually. 

“You know what I love about these ceremonies and parties?” he asks as he leans closer to whisper in my ear and then places a wet, lingering kiss on my shoulder. His chin pushes the straps of my dress away, letting it fall on my forearm as if by accident. I let it glide, shivering as the coarse hair of his beard marks my flesh.

“I get to show you off while you’re wearing these outrageous dresses and everyone knows I am taking you home to fuck you until sunrise.”

I chuckle lustfully, my tongue pressed between my teeth. “Last time we didn’t even make it home remember?” I hum gently, feeling his rough touch on my breasts. The tip of his thumbs circles my nipples, teasing them to harden through the thin fabric of my dress. I wouldn’t give a fuck if Henry had me topless right now and sink his fangs in my tits for everyone to see. But he is far too selfish, I was made for his eyes and his eyes only.

He settles for a “chaste” show, laying a kiss beneath my chin and then pressing his face at my cleavage, inhaling the scent of my body lotion before nibbling at my breast through my dress. His breath smells like vodka-sweet and spicy at once.

“I remember, Cumberbatch saw the whole thing,” he answers, his hands holding my ribs, slightly guiding me to move my body on top of his thigh in ghostlike movements. I am searing hot, my mound feels as if it’s seconds from catching fire. I am certain he can feel it, his blue eyes now hazy and dreamlike as they watch the pink tint that runs through my neck to my cheeks. 

“Fuck me, daddy, I am so horny!”

My whisper comes out as half a cry, weak and desperate. My body is a void, it suffers without his touch, it aches when we’re disjointed. I hope we’ll never stop feeling this way toward one another. 

“Ride me, babygirl.” he urges me, raising his thigh up higher, so I’ll slide down closer. The friction makes me lose sight for a moment. My vision blurs as I throb wet and hot onto him. Good thing his trousers are black, otherwise, everyone would be able to detect the wetness I am leaving on his pants. 

I can’t reject his decree, my body needs him. 

“You like it when they watch, don’t you?” he asks me with a slightly slurred voice. His hands glide down to squeeze my ass, assisting me in dancing on the rock-hard muscle of his leg. I am grinding slow and rough, shifting my weight forward, my right hand reaching his other thigh, clawing at him with growing pleasure.

Everyone is looking at us, I am sure, some embarrassed and perhaps even appalled. How puritan of you Hollywood. These people formed their own religion and hidden sex clubs. But I am convinced many enjoy this facade and discreetly salute us, some probably holding out their cameras.  

I roll my hips up and clench my inner thighs, whimpering as my body begins to tremble.  

It doesn’t matter who is staring while I ride him so passionately, seeking my pleasure with urgency while Henry’s hands support me, saddling my hips and pulling me toward him. We don’t see anyone else. We’re locked into one another, the way we always did, just like when Henry had a girlfriend, when we were “just friends” when I dated that asshole. We’d walk into a room, and it was just me and him, hearts and chest bursting with love.

Every moment we couldn’t have one another was stolen from us, we now fight to own it back.  

“I’d sit you on my face in front of everyone, but I think Gretchen would kill us.” Henry half whispers against my throat and then licks up my neck as I lift my chin to the ceiling with gaping lips. He has his hand between my legs, drawing at my centre and sneaking between the slit of my dress to finish the job. 

“Fuck!” he teases my clit, his middle finger travelling at my seams. My entire existence shudders. The bass of the music blasts through my chest, my eardrums throb, and my eyes see all the colours of the neon at once as my cunt implodes with orgasmic bliss. Henry steals my gasp into his mouth, his hand pressing my cheeks, crushing my mouth with hunger. 

Who could ever hate us for our expression of true love?

I gasp feverishly, holding onto him as if I’m about to fall. Henry’s lips are on my temple and then my cheek. Pressing against me and not moving away. He envelops me in his big arms, a clear statement to all our viewers that I am his and he is mine.  We both move our heads to see who's been sitting next to us this entire time.

Alec Baldwin and Jake Gyllenhaal. They pretend not to stare, at least Alec does. Jake gives us a wide, knowing smile. Everyone else has also been staring as I hear the whispers and gasps. 

“Really? They did that again!?”

We bump our foreheads together and snicker with delight. Like we ever gave a fuck about being caught. It’s not the first time, won’t be the last. We just can’t get our hands off of each other. 

“Better call Gretchen now.” I tell Henry, hanging my arm around his thick neck. 

“Before or after I fuck you in one of the back rooms here?”

[driversmutbucket]

Kitten XI

Hey! It’s me! Sorry about the impromptu hiatus, but, ya know, life.

Kylo Ren AU x Reader

Warning: NSFW, minimal plot - maximum smut, eating assssssss, spanking (with belt), oral sex.

💋💋💋💋

1 year later

You pulled the fridge door open with such force that Kylo looked over from where he was making a coffee.

Grabbing a bottle of Pinot Gris from in the door you were aware, in your peripheral vision, of Kylo’s eyebrows shooting into his hairline.

“Not this time then?” He asked gently.

“Obviously!” You snapped, a surge of venomous anger washing over you.

You pulled out a wine glass and slammed the cupboard door shut.

“Kitten.”

The tenderness in his voice was all it took. You burst into tears- guttural, gasping sobs.

“I don’t-...why-...” you tried.

His arms were around you within seconds, pulling you into the warmth of his chest, hands rubbing soothing circles on your back.

—

Infertility was a bitch.

You never had any indication, apart from being the wrong side of 30, that you would have any trouble conceiving.

There was nothing wrong per se, with either of your reproductive systems. It just wasn’t happening.

You had tried for 6 months au natural.

Now, you had a regime of pills and injections that had taken over your life.

Sex had become monotonous.

You had never been more miserable.

—

“I can’t do this anymore.” You sniffed, “I feel sick all the time, my moods are completely erratic, Kylo, I can’t….i’m so…. ” tears were threatening to spill out of your eyes again.

You were snuggled up on the sofa, Kylo stroking your hair, your head resting against his chest, the beating of his heart calming you.

“You’re done, I can see that, it’s ok,” He soothed, “i want my happy wife back.”

“You’re not disappointed?” You asked in a small voice.

“Not in you, never in you, babe, but I’m really fucking certain there is no God.”

You snorted, breaking into a small smile.

—

It was like you both breathed an unspoken sigh of relief, after putting conception on hold. You gleefully packed away a pharmacy worth of medications and ovulation strips and deleted the multiple apps off your phone. Good riddance.

It wasn’t that you weren’t sad, of course you were, but there was also a part of you that was content with letting the universe decide.

Now you were on a mission to get your sex life back. The one that had been smothered under expectation, ovulation cycles and pharmaceuticals.

You hadn’t had sex in 2 weeks. The longest you had ever gone in your relationship. There was a sense that perhaps you were both decompressing from the intensity of the last 6 months. The clinical, downright boring, let’s-get-this-done sex to try and conceive. And my god, quantity was certainly not better than quality.

Tonight you were making an effort, having even finished work early and had your hair done. It had been woefully neglected.

The idea had been sparked by a dress in the back of your closet that you had caught sight of this morning. You had worn it the first time you met Kylo. It was black, tight in all the right places with a plunging neckline, surprisingly it was in one piece, despite being almost ripped from your body that night. You smirked at the memory.

—

Pulling open the door to the bar, you scanned the dim room for your husband.

You spotted him in a back corner booth, in head to toe black. His handsomeness still gave you butterflies. The way his dress shirt buttons strained just a fraction due his broad physique and his ability to dwarf the majority of furniture made you bite your lip and squeeze your thighs.

Kylo looked up and saw you when you were a few feet from the table.

He froze, slowly placing down his drink, jaw slackened.

Good.

Hair freshly styled, a fair whack of makeup and a sexy outfit had you feeling like a new woman.

You had forgone underwear, the bodice of the dress was tight enough to squish your breasts in place, the plunge of the neckline ending a few inches above your belly button. Long sleeves and a knee length hem kept the garment in the realm of tasteful. You opted for black stilettos, even though they were hell to walk in, you knew he loved them.

“Jesus Christ.” He half choked as you say down next to him.

His eyes lingered briefly on your cleavage before drifting up to the dainty gold necklace he had given you on your wedding night.

“Hello, Sir.” You purred, unable to suppress a grin.

His eyes flashed in acknowledgement as he recognized the dress you were wearing.

“Kitten.” His voice was almost a growl.

You picked up the drink he had pre-ordered you, sipping and meeting his searing gaze.

You leaned into him, placing a hand on his thigh,so your lips were right beside his ear.

“When I have finished this drink, I want you to take me home, and fuck me like you did before you knew my name.” You whispered, grazing your lips along his jaw and placing a quick kiss on his lips.

A smirk slowly appeared on his face as you took another sip of your drink, watching him.

“That depends.” He mused, picking up his glass and swirling the dregs of an old fashioned.

You raised an eyebrow, as his hand trailed up your thigh.

“Are you going to be a good girl?”

He felt you clench, his large hand was rubbing soft circles at the top of your thigh. His smirk only got bigger.

“Yes, sir.” You nodded.

“Then be a good girl and finish that drink, before I get us arrested for indecent exposure.” He quipped, before draining his cup.

You all but gulped down the cocktail.

You walked with Kylo to the bar, his hand rested on the small of your back.

As he handed over his card to pay, the hand drifted down and squeezed your butt, before patting it softly.

You looked up at him with a grin, “subtle.”

“Don’t get mouthy with me, Kitten.” He warned in a low murmur.

Entwining hands, you walked out into the night air to begin the short walk home.

-

You had walked as fast as your stilettos had allowed. Kylo was near striding, which had you giggling and cursing as you tried to keep his pace.

“Thank god!” You gasped, staggering into the elevator, behind Kylo, slightly puffed.

Kylo leant against the opposite wall of the elevator, eyes raking over your body.

“I’m not wearing any underwear.” You offered cheekily.

His eyes snapped up to yours almost in time with the elevator opening at your floor.

You exited before him with a grin, hightailing it to your door.

You toyed with his belt, grazing his growing bulge with your fingers as he fumbled with lock on the front door.

“Fucking brat, you have no patience.” He hissed, finally getting the door unlocked and pushing you inside.

“Says you, who dragged me home.” You countered, looking up at him.

He cupped your jaw and ran his thumb roughly across your lips. “You better be naked by the time I get to the bedroom Kitten. But leave those shoes on.” He pushed his thumb into your mouth, and you sucked it greedily.

“I need to think about how I’m going to punish you for being so mouthy.” He outright grinned as he pulled his hand away and turned you in the direction of the bedroom, smacking your ass.

You walked with an exaggerated sway of your hips. Pulling down the zip of your dress as you went. You could feel his eyes burning into your back.

-

Walking into the bedroom you kicked off the dress and bent yourself over, resting your elbows on the bed. You knew your legs looked great in these heels.

You were wet from the anticipation alone.

You shivered with excitement as you heard his footsteps.

You could feel him behind you, heard his belt being undone. You stayed still and quiet, like a good girl.

You jerked as the cold leather of his belt was dragged over your cunt, he slapped your clit with the doubled-over belt. Not hard, but enough to make you gasp.

“Soaking.” Kylo murmured.

He cracked the belt on your ass, you yelped at the sharp pain that quickly gave way to a wave of pleasure.

“Good girl.”

Another. You didn’t yelp this time, just uttered a guttural moan.

It seemed his patience was limited, you heard the belt be dropped on the floor before he took an ass cheek in each hand and squeezed.

“Kitten, you look so perfect bent over for me in those heels, this peachy ass- fuck!” His voice was rough.

“Thank you, Si- oh god!”

Kylo buried his face between your legs. You peeked back, he was fully clothed, on his knees, and you doubted you had seen anything more erotic.

He ran his hands up and down your legs, as his tongue probed your entrance.

You pushed back against his face unconsciously.

His hands traveled up and kneaded your butt cheeks again, spreading them, your whimpers of pleasure morphed to filthy moans as his tongue dragged upwards and he must have been spurred on, because he began to eat your ass with enthusiasm.

Your legs were shaking, you hadn’t experienced pleasure like this in, what? Months? God, you had forgotten how good it could be.

You whimpered as he pulled away.

“Lay down, baby girl, give those legs a rest, you’ve done so well, Kitten.” He murmured, guiding your shaking body to the bed, “need to make you cum before I fuck you.”

Laying on your back you had hardly caught your breath before Kylo pushed your legs open again and wrapped his plush lips around your clit.

You arched your back with a moan as he plunged two fingers into your warmth and sucked your clit.

“Ohfuckohgodbabyplease!”

Another finger and a subtle change of angle had you orgasming so hard your eyes watered and a rather large gush-

“Holy shit!” You yelped.

“That was…...so hot.” Kylo said huskily.

His pupils were blown, hair rumpled, and he was still fully clothed as he looked at you from between your legs.

“A lot of pent up orgasms.” You mumbled sheepishly.

You honestly couldn’t remember the last time you had climaxed - as sad as that was.

“I know babe, I’m so sorry, fuck, we just…..” he sighed with a look of anguish.

“It’s ok, it’s over with.” You reassured him. “Now can you please hurry up and get naked?”

The smirk returned, “I’ve missed this.”

Kylo placed some quick kisses down your thighs before standing up and beginning to strip off his clothes.

You watched, propping yourself up on your elbows, smuggly thinking, that is my husband.

“Are you gonna let me ride you?” You asked, eyes fixated on Kylo’s cock as it was released from the confinement of his trunks.

You had had enough missionary let’s-get-this-done sex to last a life time.

He didn’t answer, instead, he sat against the headboard. You crawled over to him, as he slowly pumped his cock.

You straddled him eagerly, batting his hand away from his cock and quickly replacing it with your own.

He cupped your butt as you hovered, lining yourself up.

“God, I love you.” He breathed, eyes roaming your body.

You beamed at him before easing down onto his cock with a sharp inhale.

“Mmmmph fuck! So good.” You kissed his lips gently as you rolled your hips experimentally, “I love you too.”

He squeezed the flesh of your buttocks, helping you fuck yourself on his cock.

You buried your hands in his hair, and kissed him. You hadn’t kissed with urgent, fiery lust in weeks. Within seconds you were moaning into each other’s mouths as your tongues did a well rehearsed dance. Nipping and sucking each other’s lips as your movements on his cock became more frantic.

“Not gonna last.” Kylo panted, pulling away from your mouth.

“Don’t care.” You whimpered, “please touch me.”

One of his hands moved to your front and dipped in between your bodies, seeking your sensitive clit.

“There! Hnnngh!” You cried as he began rubbing tight circles.

Your forehead dropped to rest on his shoulder as you felt his hips stutter, he came with a groan beneath you. You placed little kisses down his neck as he let his head rest back against the headboard.

The second orgasm that washed over you was less intense but just as magical, your toes curling while you made little noises of pleasure into Kylo's neck.

-

“We are never having sex for the sake of it again,” You mumbled, snuggling into your spent husband, “not when it can be like that.”

“Never.” He vowed.

———

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[purrfectstrangers]

A Humble Request

You've wanted this ever sense you first laid eyes on Karkat Vantas.

It was a thought that had been clawing at you for months. He had a presence to him, a certain dominating air that gripped every room he entered. He was shorter than most trolls, but for his presence, he might as well have been twenty feet tall. His voice dominated nearly every conversation he entered, his eyes pierced you with a critical glare that seemed to read into your very soul.

It wasn't as if Karkat hadn't though about it. You saw the way he looked at you whenever you entered the room, the way his nose twitched and reacted to your scent. His inhuman sense of smell picking up on you long before you entered his line of sight. Hell, you'd even once heard his stomach growl as he was looking at you, causing Karkat to abruptly turn away in embarrassment.

You were positive Karkat wanted this as much as you did. Even now though, with the idea hanging out in the open, he didn't easily show it. "YOU WANT ME.... TO EAT YOU." His default snarl didn't leave his face, although you could detect the faint scent of amusement under his tone. You confirmed enthusiastically, a little shyer this time now that his attention was on you fully. His eyes scanned over you, in a way they never had before. A half smirk flashed acrossed his face for an instant before going back too his snarl. 

"YOU KNOW YOU WON'T BE COMING BACK, RIGHT?" His hand slid down too his gut unconsciously, rubbing over it as it poked out from beneath his sweater. It could almost be mistaken for fat, but the occasional sloshing and gurgling suggested otherwise. He'd eaten recently.

Karkat leaned into your face, nose twitching as your scent filled his senses. Just as you could feel his breath on your face, he forced up a slow burp. The smell was at first indescribable, but recognition came in spurts. The freshest smelled like a cool morning breeze, with a hint of gushers and cake. Beneath that, you could smell stale AJ and sweat. John and Dave. 

"THOSE GUYS WERE GOD-TIERS. AND MY DIGESTIVE SYSTEM TURNED THEM INTO SLOP. IMAGINE WHAT IT WILL DO TOO YOU." You could easily imagine it. Quite vividly. The very thought of it had you weak at the knees now. He was looking at you hungrily now. Even with your face, your taste, so close, he wanted you to know exactly what you were getting into. All you could do was nod meekly.

He leaned back, arms still crossed. You saw him smirk before he unhinged his jaws, his drool already dripping between his teeth. His thick, sharp chompers dripped with red saliva like the fangs of a hungry shark. His tongue rolled out like a welcome matt, twitching eagerly to taste you. The message was clear: "GET IN".

You slid your hand in between his jaws, his tongue already lavishing you eagerly. His indifferent persona was breaking down, you could see his arms clench as he contained his excitement. Chills ran down your spine as your hand was occasionally pushed up against his teeth. Slowly, you slip you other hand in. His cheeks bulge out briefly before he unhinges his jaws more and you savour the feeling of part of his body tightly clamped onto part of you while you can.

Karkat's hands clamp onto your shoulders. Now that he had your taste, he was impatient to enjoy it. With one quick shove, his throat bulged out. His eyes rested inches away from yours as your arms vanished from sight. Earlier, he behaved like an impatient lover. Now, he looked at you like a starving predator. His jaws extended and his stomach growled. With a grip around your waist, he shoveled your head in.

His tongue lavished your face like an angry tentacle, his teeth clamped on to your neck. You could feel your hands pop into his comparatively spacious stomach. One more swallow sent them into the slop that used to his friends. His tongue scoured your stomach as his teeth teased your flesh. Your head was being compressed from all angles by hot red flesh. You faintly kick your legs as you writhe in his grasp, pleading for him too swallow you more.

Another gluttonous gulp squeezed your head into his gullet, with sudden powerful scents overwhelming your nostrils. The scent of John and Dave plummed off the colorless soup that they had melted into, the gut gurgling eagerly around the new meal that had been deposited into it. Gurgles and heartbeats filled your ears as the red gut pulsed around you. The stimulus overload almost kept you from noticing how Karkat teased your ass, licking and chewing it as your flavour flooded his mouth. It was nervana.

You soon feel Karkat's head tilt back as he finishes his meal. Your face is dropped unceremoniously into the mixture of Strider and Egbert soup as your thighs enter his throat. You're barely given time to adjust before he begins slurping your legs down like noodles. You're quickly balled up inside the smaller troll's gut, leaving a nice outline in his stomach beneath his sweater. The walls pulse and tighten as Karkat lets out a genuine belch, you swear you can feel someone's glasses crack against you. You feel his hand rub against your head. "THERE. HAPPY?" 

Even with his regular abrasive tone, he can't mask his satisfaction. "I THINK I'M STARTING TO GET WHAT YOU HUMANS GET OUT OF THIS. IT'S PROBABLY A LOT SMARTER TO PUT YOUR LIFE IN THE HANDS OF YOUR GOD THAN RISK FUCKING IT UP ANY FURTHER." You shudder as he begins his spiel. Twisting and thrashing in his guts as they tighten around you. You can already feel acids rising. "I MEAN, FOR FUCKS SAKE. THESE DIPSHITS COULDN'T EVEN BEAT THEIR SESSION. THEY FUCKED THEIRS UP SO BAD THAT THEY ENDED UP SCREWING OURS OVER RETROACTIVELY. AT LEAST THEY'RE DOING THEIR JOB AS FOOD."

Every word punctuates just what it was you'd gotten yourself into. Even gods, beings with power you couldn't begin too comprehend, were nothing but nutrients and padding when put up against Karkat's appetite. You couldn't help it, you moaned. And while you couldn't see it, Karkat had a big wide grin spread across his face. "I'LL GIVE YOU CREDIT, AT LEAST YOU KNOW WHERE YOU BELONG. EVEN IF IT'S ONLY BECAUSE OF YOUR SICK KINK."

A wet belch rings out, tightening his gut around you eveb further. Karkat pats his belly contentedly. "DON'T DIGEST TOO QUCKLY. I DIDN'T ORDER A LIGHT SNACK."

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For anyone else, the long digestion would've been agony. For you, it was heaven. While Karkat would've grown bored with berating you at all hours of the day, he was more than happy to show you off too his friends. Underneath his disinterested act, he loved turning the conversation back too you. Between detailing your taste to Gamzee as if you weren't even there to egging Vriska on as she mocked you. Besides, it would remind him too check your progress when he was alone, groping your ass through his stomach walls to see how much your form would give.

But, all good things must come to an end. You don't know how long it took. Maybe hours, maybe minutes. But little by little, your squirms began too wain. Your strength continued too melt, the acids continued too rise. The loud stomach gurgles would occasionally drown out his insults and tirades. Soon it was almost time.

You skin could feel nothing. The acids were up too your neck. The goopy remains had been absorbed long ago. His stomach walls held you tight enough to keep you still. Karkat shook his stomach lightly. "ARE YOU ABOUT DONE IN THERE?" You knew you wouldn't be heard if you spoke, so you limply kicked. He snorted at the attempt, seeing as he barely felt it. "WELL, I GUESS THAT'S IT. THANKS FOR THE FOOD. I HAD FUN." He sounded... earnest. Completely earnest, with nothing hidden behind his sour disposition. The last thing you hear as the lights fade and the acids rise is a loud burp.

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Karkat examined his new physique in the mirror, kneading his claws into his ass. While part of him was annoyed, he'd inevitably get several 'Vant-ass' quips again, he was quite proud of the way he'd managed to stretch his jeans. "WELL, STRIDER. YOU'LL ALWAYS BE A PAIN IN MY ASS NOW. SAME GOES TOO YOU EGBERT." His thoughts wandered too whether they'd come back. In some timelines, God-Tiers simply resurrected after getting eaten, but in others they got... stuck. The image of squishing John every time he sat down amused him. He'd look into the possibility if he didn't see them for awhile.

Karkat flopped back into his chair, letting his belly full of You-soup slosh around as he did so. He picked up a paper titled Human Menu on it and read through it.

Jade Harley

Rose Lalonde

John Egbert

Dave Strider

You

Karkat bolded the last three names on the list to signify completion and leaned back, already imagining how he'd eat up the Alpha Kids. If their Beta counterparts were now sealed inside his ass, they'd probably appreciate the company.

His stomach gurgled around your soupy form, and he rubbed it absentmindedly. Once he'd filled out the list, he'd probably ask Feferi for a favor. Let her revive you. After all, who says you can only enjoy a good meal once?

(I had a Karkat itch that needed scratching and, sense I know you're crushing on him too, I figured I'd share it with you. Grumpy krab makes the best pred.)

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//Oh my fucking god, anon. Oh my god. This is divine, thank you so much for sending this my way~♡ I wish I could credit you properly, but suffice it to say that I adore this~♡

[cilliansaccent]

Class of Temptation - CHAPTER NINE

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No mention of Cillian’s true family or relatives. All names are made up.

This is a TEACHER x STUDENT fanfiction, it’s going to be kinky and very taboo!

I will write whenever the mood grabs me, so I apologise if there are long breaks between chapters :)

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Background: Tessa is a twenty-three-year-old model from a broken-up family, living in London with her best friend and starting a course on Drama and Theatre. Though, when she gets closer to the super hot Mr Murphy who is her much older teacher, there is a battle of lust and love between them. They’ll have to figure out what to do with their tight relationship as other issues begin to rise and nip at their heels…

Word Count: 2,616

!!Warnings!!: Light mention of masturbation. 

Chapter Name: Awkward Situation

Brief Chapter Outline: Tessa wakes up in Cillian’s home, and then stumbles upon something she would never, ever dream of ever seeing. It causes a bit of a situation but she ends up going home to spend the afternoon with Aria...

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Upon waking up, Tessa was groggy and dazed a little. Red wine made her super tired especially if she stopped drinking it after a few glasses. She rubbed her eyes, light filtered through the bay window and light rain was falling outside.

Tessa squinted as she eased upright, her hand falling to the soft throw across her body. Frowning she looked around quickly, peaking over the couch. She was still at her teachers home! What the hell? What happened last night? Though, she did not care at the moment and needed to go pee real bad.

Getting up she looked around, the kettle was finishing its boiling and she assumed Cillian was in the kitchen or upstairs. She snuck upstairs, gritting her teeth as she came to the bathroom door.

She went to grab it but it swung open and Cillian was there in a towel wrapped low on his hips.

They both let out a yelp and his towel suddenly fell.

"Oh!" Tessa cried out, her eyes being flashed as she quickly covered them and turned away. "No! Oh my god!"

"Jesus Christ!" Cillian grabbed the towel and shut the door quickly.

"Hurry up!" Tessa whined, unable to get that image out of her head, "I need to pee!" She really needed to go.

"Just- Ah, keep your eyes closed then." He said as he rearranged his towel and hastily escaped into his room. "There!" He called out.

Tessa shot into the bathroom to relieve herself. And to gather her damn mind about what she just saw. Holy fuck, She thought, now standing at the basin as she washed her hands and her face. She saw... Everything. And god, Cillian... He was sporting a semi-hard on which made certain areas tingle and warm. She stared at her reflection, Do not think about that, she thought slapping herself mentally. But... She let her mind wander, and she had a thought.

Cillian, right now behind her. Those lovely fingers trailing up her side under the shirt to cup her breasts and take a hold of those pierced nipples.

And twist.

She arched her back, eyes shut as she couldn't help her mind bring up all sort of lewd fantasies. He was inside her now, moving back and forth, his wet lips on her neck... Her name being whispered...

Cillian was yanking on a pair of sweats and a long sleeve shirt. He sat back on the bed, his cock had sprung right back up when it felt eyes on it. Glancing at the bulge now, he willed it to behave. But nope, the damn thing had its own ideas and wants.

No fucking way. He would not go there. Nope. No.

"Fucking hell," He muttered, it wasn't gonna go away. But maybe he could walk it off.

Yeah. That seemed like a good idea. He got back up and the friction seemed to make it harder to control. As he left his room and stood at the top of the stairs, he heard the soft sounds from the bathroom. As he listened, he knew exactly what those sounds were and who's lovely mouth they were falling from.

Tessa gripped the sink with one hand, the other in her pants and rubbed her clit. She let out soft whimpers as she kept letting her mind drag her through the dream she had. He was moving faster into her and she rubbed herself in sync with it. She was so damn close, she could feel how her legs trembled and how her throat would sort of lock-up before she came. Her hips bucked and she let out a soft gasp half moan as she let her head fall forward.

She wished she could feel the nice warmth that would spread inside her, feel his hands caressing her body in a way she yearned, his kisses light but then also dominate... She looked up, her cheeks flushed from the high as she set to washing her hands again.

Nothing but a fantasy that won't come true.

Like come on, he was her teacher. She did not need to tell him, a girl can dream. Can she?

Cillian listened to those pants grow faster and knew she was at her peak before silence settled in the bathroom. The fucking sounds so did not help with his own damn situation. He badly needed to ease his own affliction but he had no time when the door opened up. He made to seem like he was about to head down the stairs and glance up.

Tessa stepped out and also paused, "Hi." She gave him a small smile, her damn eyes make a quick look-see down and saw that arousal in his pants. Fuck. It made her all warm again.

"Hi. Would you uh, like tea? I believe the kettle is ready." He replied with a cool fashion, eyes focused on her face and not at the little peaks in the shirt she wore. Were those piercings he could make out?

"I- No. I'd like to get home, I've been too much of a bother." She shakes her head, her hair falling pas her shoulder.

"You are no bother to me, Tessa. Come on. It's no issue, please." He wanted her to stay a little longer. He really did.

She pressed her lips together and saw the look in his eyes. She knew he would fight it so she sighed, "Fine." And followed him down to the kitchen.

He was pleased as he made her tea and a cuppa for himself. "Would you like toast?"

She was about to decline when her tummy grumbled, she was hungry, "Sure. Do you have Nutella?"

"Yeah. Want that on?" He asked.

"Yep. Dump it on." She nodded as she took the tea from him and he began to make toast. "And I don't like my toast to cooked, either." She blushed, "Sorry for being so demanding."

"No, no. It's fine. It's best to get what you'd like instead of not." He replied with a smile.

Tessa took a drink of her tea and watched Cillian. Only because he had his back to her. The shirt he wore seemed a little too tight, so it brought out the dips of his waist and the curves of his shoulder blades. She could clearly remember how he looked though. Fine hair with plenty of freckles and that happy trail below his belly button... Mm, fuck.

She crossed her legs, keeping them locked in tight as she looked away.

"Here we go." Cillian turned and brought over a plate with the two pieces of toast and the thick slab of Nutella on top.

"Thank you," She smiled gently and took a bite, "Oh my god." She said with a mouthful, "Heavenly."

Cillian laughed as he finished up his toast, "Perfection?"

"Absolutely." She nodded as she smashed the pieces by the time he sat down.

"Wow, you really finished that, huh? Want more?" He cocked an eyebrow.

She laughed softly, "No, no. I am fine." She patted her tummy. "I know this might seem rude, but after you eat, can we really go? I've just seen the time and I need to head home, my sister is coming over and we're going for lunch."

"Oh sure, yeah." Cillian nodded and finished up in no time.

Tessa felt bad that he had to rush but she really wanted to get out of his hair. She felt like she was intruding and it was weird to be here in your own teachers home for no other good reason.

Back into the cute mini cooper he owned and the radio on, she let him have his pick this time round. She listened to some unknown band that was playing. Not her favourite but she could deal with it.

"Hey, Tessa. I want to ask you something." Cillian asked as they came to a set of lights.

"Yeah?" She looked over at him.

"Where were you this week? I had not received any pre warnings or any... Emails back. This week was a big one and you missed out on some really heavy stuff." He said.

Tessa groaned, "Yes. I know. I'm sorry. I was in Sydney doing a shoot for a company that called me up last minute. They offered good pay for the four days so I took it. I'm really sorry." She looked away.

"That's fine. Well, next week, we'll see each other after every class and I'll bring you up to speed with it all. Though I am proud you are keeping up the project with Julian, looks very well and professional."

Tessa felt her heart swell at the praise, "Yeah? You think so?"

"I do. I can't wait to see it when it is done." Cillian said with truth in his voice.

"Okay. Okay. Awesome." She felt her cheeks heat up again.

Cillian saw her red cheeks, he found it super adorable.

"Just next time at least tell Julian okay? He seemed pretty upset that you didn't let him know."

"I will. Of course." She nodded but she wondered if that was true why he was upset.

It was a relief to see her own street and the apartment that had the big ass bush in front of it. No other one had it. Esther wanted it to be out there.

As they neared closer, she spotted Aria sitting at the steps, playing on her phone.

"Oh damnit." Tessa huffed, "Why is she early?"

"Your sister?" Cillian pulled in front of the apartment.

"Yeah. Thanks, again Cillian." She smiled at him, "I... Really appreciate what you did for me last night. I'll return these clothes back tomorrow. They'll be washed."

"No rush." He placed a hand on the back of the chair.

She smiled again and began to get out.

"My god Tessa. Where the hell did you go last night? You said you were at home-" Aria gasped as she narrowed her eyes and looked closer at the man in the car. "Oh my goodness! Cillian Murphy?"

"Uh, yeah. Hi." He gave a short wave.

"It's the hot Time Keeper." Aria waved back.

Cillian let out a soft snort, "I guess so." He looked shy as he was reminded of his past movie.

"God, leave the poor guy alone. Thanks again, Cillian. I'll see you tomorrow." She smiled and shut the door.

He gave a final wave and drove off.

"Tess-AH! What the in the high heavens was that? How?!" Aria grabbed her shoulders.

"He's my damn teacher! Don't you dare start thinking of something kinky, you dirty girl!" Tessa battered her hands away and laughed.

"Oh-ho! Scandalous." She whispered as she linked arms with her and walked up to the apartment door, "Teacher, eh? Where the hell were you? His place?"

Tessa did not answer but it answered her sisters question.

"Jesus girl. If only I knew you had the hots for a teacher. And an older man to. Watching too much of those weird porn videos or reading those stories on Wattpad?" Aria nudged her as they came into the apartment room.

"Oh shut up! Ugh, you are such a pest." Tessa rolled her eyes and stalked into the room. She saw a note left on the table, Esther had gone out last night and it said she might be home or not or in someone else's bed.

She chucked the paper out.

"So, tell me, what did you do at Mr Hottie's house?" Aria plopped herself down onto the couch.

"Nothing," Tessa said as she made her sister coffee.

"Yeah? What happened to your clothing?" Aria watched her from the couch.

"Um, they got dirty? Remember? When I said I was walking I didn't know where I was going, then it rained, then I got my fucking period and he at the right time, came out of the house to see me there. He... Helped me. Gave me a fresh set of clothing and made me tea. I simply fell asleep on his couch." Tessa explained it all to her, "Nothing else happened. Get rid of that damn smirk or I'm pouring hot coffee on you." She scowled.

"Oh, Tessa! Live a little, you gotta have some kind of fantasy? You're allowed to dream." Aria thanked her for the coffee as she sat beside her.

"Of course I dream! Gah, just- Not about him. He's my teacher." Tessa looked away, her cheeks going red once more.  

"So? It's not like he can read minds. Just don't stare at him for long. Dorian can tell I'm dreaming about him. But then again, I always just stare at him..." Aria trailed off, smiling.

Tessa huffed, "Okay but like how can you not stare at him? He's a walking sex god."

"Hah! I knew you had a crush on him. But same, I could stare at those blue eyes all day. And that jaw... God sorry Dorian, but I wished he had that kinda jaw." Aria swooned.

Tessa shook her head, "You are so weird." She muttered, but her mind dragged her back to this morning. Cillian, with that damn towel, just out of the shower, a light sheen of water and his hair sticking to his forehead... She let out a breath.

"Tess, I can see that look in your eyes. What are you thinking?" Aria shoved her lightly, bringing her sister's attention back to earth.

"Nothing. I'm gonna go get dressed-" She began to stand.

"Nope!" She took her hand and tugged her back down, "Don't roll your eyes. What did my little sister get up to?"

"Nothing! Oh! Seriously. Nothing happened. Nothing... Bad I guess." Tessa bit her bottom lip.

"You guess? Okay, now I am hooked. Keep going." Aria got closer, leaning in as if this was the most important shit she would ever hear.

"Don't you dare tell anyone." She glared at her.

"I promise. Lips sealed." Aria placed a finger over her lips.

"Fine..." Tessa grabbed her confidence and said with a whisper, "This morning. I saw him."

"Doing what?" Aria whispered just like her.

"I was going to the bathroom and he opened the door and we both frightened each other. His uh... His towel fell off and I... I saw it all."

Aria's eyes bugged out, "No?!"

"Yes! I did! I didn't mean to but fuck! It was like a moment and he shut the door but I saw it!" Tessa leaned back, covering her face with her hands.

"Oh my god! Tessa, tell me. How did he look?" Aria was grinning wickedly.

"Do I really have to?" Tessa whined.

"Yes! C'mon!" Aria pinched her on the thigh.

"Ow! Ugh, yeah. He looked good. Really good. He was like, half-hard to." Tessa was beet red.

"OOF! Do I wish to be in your situation! Now you got a good fantasy to have." Aria teased.

Tessa indeed had a good one.

"Now. Let me go change and we can go get lunch." Tessa got up and rushed to her room.

"Make sure you don't play with yourself, I don't want to hear it!" Aria yelled at her and she got cursed out.

Tessa got changed into her black jeans and a simple knitted sweater. She put the clothes she had in her hands for a quick wash, letting her other stained items to soak which would take time.

The sisters left after Tess hung up the clothing.

It seemed it was going to be just Aria and Tessa against this world. Tess was glad to have Aria around, she had always been drawn closer to her.

She would do anything for Aria and she knew she would do the same for her.

[cherrybracelets]

Silver Linings (Chapter 1)

pairing: nurse!ben hardy x reader ; lawyer!gwilym lee x reader

summary: after just breaking up with your boyfriend of 6 years, gwilym, you find yourself sulking in a bar being chatted up by a handsome young blonde, ben

word count: 4k / warnings: 18+!!! smut!!!! also mentions of getting sick, drinking, and pregnancy

AN: okay i know this is my second fic I’m working on currently but guys this one is gonna be sooooo good I’m so excited to share it with you. love u all❤️

It wasn’t the worst bar in the East Village. It wasn’t the best, either. You had been to both the worst, and the best. This was medium. In between. The drinks were good and cheap, but the crowd was mostly middle aged men drinking away the troubles of marriage. The nice thing was, everyone seemed so preoccupied with their own bullshit that no one saw you sulking in the corner, nursing your third soda water.

You slurped down the last sip of it, making a loud obnoxious sound. The bartender walked over to you and smiled, taking the empty cup away.

“Are you sure I can’t get you something a little stronger than that? It looks like you need it,” he motioned at the bottles of alcohol behind him, his face filled with pity. I’m sure he was used to treating people with pity at a place like this. Everyone had something that lead them here.

“I can’t. I’m pregnant.” You pointed at your stomach, which wasn’t showing yet, and looked back at the bartender. “So just another one of these. It gives me the allusion that I’m drinking.”

“I’m guessing this wasn’t a planned pregnancy, then?” He asked, pouring you another drink.

“Not at all. And it all happened in this bar, by the way. So I blame you.”

“You got pregnant in my bar?”

“No, no. Gross. No. I just met the man that got me pregnant in this bar. And it fucked my life up.”

“I’m sorry about that. Do you want to talk about it?”

“It’s a long story...”

“I have plenty of time.”

You took a long sip of the drink in front of you, and placed a hand on your belly. You were sure the bartender could actually care less about your situation, and was just looking for a little extra tip, but you needed to tell your story. You needed someone unbiased to hear it. Someone who wasn’t Ben or Gwil or your parents. Someone who could give you their opinion, without already having an opinion going in.

“Alright, well like I said, it all started in this bar. About four months ago...”

The night in question four months ago was almost exactly the same as tonight. Except you were drinking alcohol. And a lot of it. And you were sad. Very sad.

And then he walked in. A handsome blonde, also bearing a sad face. This was a bar for sad people, it seemed. He walked up next to you and took a seat, clearly not understanding the ‘Let Me Sulk In Peace’ vibe you were trying so hard to give off.

He flagged down the bartender and said “Can I get a gin and tonic, and get her another of whatever she’s having.”

“Thanks, but I’m alright. I probably shouldn’t.” You smiled nicely at him, hoping he would get the message, but also secretly hoping he wouldn’t leave. The company of a handsome stranger was nice.

“I can tell by the look on your face you need another. I know that because we currently have very similar looks on our faces.” The bartender placed both of the drinks down in front of you and you hastily grabbed yours, taking a large sip and letting it burn your throat.

“Why are you drinking tonight, handsome blonde stranger?”

He giggled, and took a sip of his drink. “You can call me Ben. And I’m drinking because I didn’t get a job I was really hoping for.” He took another sip, and sighed. He shook the ice in his cup around, watching it intently. “Why are you drinking?”

“I just got dumped.” You raised your glass in the air and laughed. “Six years of my life, just gone. We were supposed to get married. We talked about it! But apparently a job in San Francisco is more important than all of that.”

“Did he ask you to come with him?”

“Of course. But I can’t give up my life here. I love my job, and my friends. My family isn’t too far, either. I’m not a Rachel, I won’t give up my life for a guy.”

Ben took another sip of his drink, and looked directly at you. He was very handsome, almost like a model. It was kind of stupid how good looking he was. Maybe you were just drunk, but you couldn’t stop yourself from staring at the perfectly chiseled angles of his face.

“I didn’t catch your name.” He raised his eyebrows in question, waiting for an answer.

“Sorry. It’s (Y/N).” You stuck your hand out in front of you, smiling brightly. He took your hand gently in his, and it sent shivers through your body.

Ben drank the rest of his gin and tonic in one swallow, and swiftly ordered another. You were still working on yours, trying to drink a little slower, because things were definitely getting a bit fuzzy.

Your brain kept taking you back to thoughts of your relationship, to thoughts of Gwil. You weren’t mad at him, you didn’t hate him at all. You loved him, to be completely honest. And you missed him.

You had spent six years of your life with him. You honestly he thought he would be your be all end all. You had told him the kinds of engagement rings you liked, your kids names were picked out... God, you lived together! What the hell were you going to do?

"Do you want to talk about anything? It looks like you want to talk." Ben turned his body to face you, his eyes wide and full of kindness. He clearly needed a friend right now, and honestly so did you. Although you usually put up a cold front to strangers, maybe this should be the time you break down your walls.

"I do want to talk, but not about this. I'm not ready." You felt your face get hot, the rush of tears coming up, but you managed to take a deep breath and swallow your emotions. Whatever you did, you were not going to cry in front of this guy. You weren't at that level yet.

"Well, do you want to hear about my problems?" He asked, laughing loudly as he took another large sip of his drink.

"I'd love to hear about anything as long as it doesn't involve Gwil."

"I take it that's your ex?"

"Yes. And that's all you get to know for now," you winked. "Talk to me about you."

"Well, as you know, I didn't get my dream job. But it's a bit more complicated than that, you see..." he took a large sigh and swirled the ice in his drink around, his blue eyes catching the neon lights of the various beer signs around the bar. 

"My roommate secretly applied for the job and got it. I guess he was better suited for it than me... but the thing that pisses me off was that he knew how much I wanted that job... I had talked about it all the time." Ben's cheeks turned a bright red, a rush of anger and frustration coming over him. He balled his fists up and dug his nails into his palms to stop him from crying. It made you feel a little better about almost breaking down in front of him.

You reached your hand out and set it on his knee, offering just the lightest touch to let him know he was not alone. He smiled at you, although it was barely a grin, but he did the best he could. He was thankful for you, too. He just couldn't say it at the moment.

"I'm so sorry. That's terrible. People can be so..."

"Selfish," he said, finishing your sentence exactly as you had thought it. "I kicked him out, I couldn't bare to see him everyday after what he did. I'm sure he was planning on moving out anyways but... I won't lie, it felt a little bad ass to kick him out." Ben smiled, this time a full and meaningful smile.

You and Ben sat and talked for about another hour. You both tried to avoid the things that brought you together in the first place, but every once in a while something would come up and you couldn't stop yourself from talking about Gwil. Ben had finally caught up to you on number of drinks, and you saw him release a little bit of anger one sip at a time.

"Thank you, for chatting with me." You smiled gently at Ben, really feeling like you were a little better off now than you were when you walked in.

"Thank you, too. I needed this." Ben stood up, and you finally realized just how attractive he was. His arm muscles were bulging through the sleeves of his shirt, and his thighs went on for days. Again, this may be the alcohol talking, but your brain was thinking about doing a lot of things to him.

You stood up as well, realizing it was probably good to get out of here while you were feeling this happy. To your surprise, Ben wrapped his arms around you and gave you a hug. You were shocked at first, but quickly melted into his arms and let yourself feel something other than pain. He was warm, and strong. He smelled like lemons, and it reminded you of the stuff your mom used to clean the kitchen with in the house you grew up in. You buried your head deep in the nape of his neck and absorbed him for a moment, letting him wash over you.

When you finally decided to let go of him, it felt like ripping away a band aid. You didn't want to do it, but you didn't have a choice. You couldn't stay here forever, just holding him. But in that moment, if you could've, you would've. You guys walked outside together, the sky dark but the streets still illuminated by life going on around you. The smell of street food and cigarettes filled your nose, and you got a queasy feeling.

"You alright?" Ben put a hand on your shoulder, looking at you with concerned eyes.

"Yes, just need some water. And possibly a snack," you said.

"Let me take you home," he blurted, and then laughed a bit, before saying, "Not like that, I mean. I just have food there, and water of course. And you said you were just going to stay in a hotel for a few weeks until Gwil moved. I'd much rather have you somewhere safe."

"And you're the safe option? I just met you like an hour and a half ago, Ben. That's crazy dangerous." You laughed, and raised your eyebrows at Ben.

"I'm not a serial killer, I swear it," he teased, putting a hand on your cheek and holding your face in his hand. You looked at him for a moment, taking a deep breath of city air. And then you leaned in and kissed him. You kissed him intensely, your lips taking charge and telling him where to go. He wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you closer to him, his body pressing against every inch of yours. His tongue moved about aggressively in your mouth- he was not holding back. He wanted you, every inch of you, and you wanted him, too.

When you got to his place, he walked you through the door and immediately started kissing you again, barely giving himself time to lock the door. He pulled his shirt off quickly, revealing a nearly perfect body.

You started giggling and Ben looked confused, shielding himself with his arms.

"What's wrong?" He nervously asked.

"Oh, god, nothing! I'm sorry... it's just amazing. You're amazing. Good work God." You ran a hand over his stomach and giggled again. Ben just laughed at you and rolled his eyes before picking you up and bringing you into his bedroom. He took your clothes off quickly, desperation and need taking over his thoughts. He kissed down your stomach and finally reached your center, devouring you like a midnight snack. He made you cum twice before finally stopping to kiss you again. He hovered above you, kissing you and biting at your lips.

"Can I?" He asked, his tip placed right at your opening. You nodded and smiled, bucking your hips towards him. He pushed into you slowly at first, letting you take a moment to get adjusted to him.

"Go faster," you moaned, ready to have him. He quickly started pumping in and out, his hands dug deep into the sides of your hips. He continued to kiss you, although after a few minutes he asked you to turn around and put your ass up for him, which you did without question. He slapped your ass hard, making you squeal with pleasure. He continued pumping faster and harder until he came. He flopped down next to you and kissed you again, this time much slower and with less energy.

"Wow..." you muttered, breathing heavily and wiping sweat off your forehead.

"You should stay here... with me..." He turned on his side and faced you,  wrapping his fingers in your hair.

"I already said I would. Besides, I don't think I'm walking tonight." You winked at him and kissed him again, just for a few seconds.

"I know you are tonight... I meant until you get your place back. Until he moves out. Just stay here."

"Let's talk about it tomorrow... you're not in the right state of mind to be asking me that kind of question..."

"Alright, fine. But I'll still feel the same way in the morning." Ben kissed you once more, and then rolled on his back. You were both asleep within minutes, the emotions of the day, and the alcohol, finally getting the better of you.

So, the next morning you and Ben both decided that you would stay with him for a few weeks. And things were great. You loved living with Ben, he was respectful of your privacy but also knew when to bother you. It had been about four weeks now, and you had only about a week left before you were going to go back home. Although you would miss Ben, you were ready to be back in your place.

You were both hanging out tonight, just watching a movie, ordering takeout. You usually didn't like Indian, but it was all you were craving the past week, so you ordered Bens favorite and a lot for yourself. You were scrolling through Netflix looking for a movie when the doorbell rang.

"I got it Ben, it's probably the food," you yelled to Ben, who was finishing up some work in his room. You walked over to the door and opened it excitedly, your stomach growling at the thought of eating. But it wasn't takeout. It was Gwil, standing in your doorway, cheeks flushed and eyes red and watery.

"What the... how did you..." you stood, baffled, trying to comprehend what was happening. Gwil had tried to contact you multiple times over the past month, but you decided it would be best not to answer. He was leaving, and you needed to do your best to break the connection.

"I called your mum... she told me you were here. I'm sorry to do that I just... had to see you." Gwil looked exhausted and desperate, falling apart at the seems.

"Gwil... why are you here? You're leaving in just a few days... I don't think I can do this." You felt your heart pounding, and your eyes were tearing up at the sight of him. You wanted to hug him, hold him. He looked so broken, just like you.

"I'm not leaving, not anymore."

"What do you mean you're not leaving?" You shook your head in confusion, about to ask more questions when Ben walked out of his room.

"Hey sweets, is the food here?" Ben stopped in his tracks when he saw Gwil, the look on his face changing instantly.

"Is this the guy you've been staying with?" Gwil asked, his eyes examining Ben. "Yes... he's a friend," you whispered, trying to break the tension between the two.

"How come I never met him when we were together?"

"I met him after we broke up..."

"Oh, bloody hell (Y/N)... you're staying with a stranger? He could be anyone, he could be dangerous..." Gwil shook his head, judgement and worry on his mind.

"I think you better stay in your lane, mate... I was the one that took care of her when you left her alone." Ben walked closer to you, puffing his chest to try and look more intimidating.

"Stop, Ben. Let me handle this, please. Gwil, can we talk in private, in my bedroom?" You motioned for Gwil to follow you, and he nodded and walked in your direction, not taking his eyes off Ben until it was impossible for him to look anymore. You and Gwil walked into your room and you sat down on the bed, throwing your face in your hands and sobbing.

"Love... I am so sorry. I fucked up so bad... I messed everything up. But I am still in love with you, and nothing, no job... nothing is worth leaving you. Please, you have to forgive me... I'm falling apart. I've never been this unhappy." Gwil started crying, a sight that you had only seen a few times in your relationship. He really was broken, and so were you.

"I miss you so much. Every day... I love you, Gwil. I want to come home with you."

Gwil cupped your face in his hands and kissed you, smiling as he did.

"Come home, baby. Come home."

You found out in the bathroom at work. You knew it, though. Or at least you knew something was wrong. You had only been back home with Gwil for about a week and a half, and almost that whole time you'd been puking and exhausted. All it took was the two little lines to confirm your suspicions. You were pregnant, probably a little over a month along if you had to guess. And that meant it was with Ben's baby. You were almost certain of it, and the thought made you... confused. You didn't know how exactly you felt, but you knew you were terrified.

Your brain was fuzzy, and you had to get out of there. So you told your boss you were sick and had to leave immediately. They didn't question it, because they could tell by the look on your face you were serious. You got on the subway and just stood, staring at the anti-vaping poster in front of you. You missed your stop, but you couldn't go home anyways. You couldn't tell Gwil. You couldn't tell anyone. So you got off at the next stop, which so happened to be Bens, but you didn't really realize where you had gone until you found yourself staring at his front door, waiting to knock.

And you knocked. And he came to the door, a bit surprised to see you, still a little mad that you chose to go back to Gwil, but he would never tell you that to your face. He knew you were upset, he saw it in your eyes. He was very good at reading you, and it scared you a bit. It was like he knew you for a very long time.

"Ben..." you muttered, tearing at the hangnails on your fingertips. "I have to tell you something. And I don't know what I am going to do, yet. But I need you to know."

Ben just nodded at you and whispered, "You can tell me anything."

"I'm pregnant."

You both were silent for a few moments, and Ben cracked his knuckles.

"It's mine?" He asked, his eyes tearing up.

"Yes... I'm sorry. I know it's not what you want. I don't expect anything from you... I just... think it might be what I want... and I need you to know." You felt tears streaming down your face now, and saw tears on Bens, too. You figured he was angry, and frustrated. But you weren't very good at reading people, you weren't like him.

"Whatever you decide... I am here for you. I want to be apart of this, whatever it is. And if he... if he turns you away, you both always have a place with me." Ben stood up and hugged you again, much like the hug he gave you the first night you met him. You melted into his warmth, and the two of you stood there for a long time.

"I need to go home... I need to tell him." You looked at Ben and kissed his cheek, before walking towards the door.

"Please call me..." he spoke. You nodded and walked out the door, heading home.

You walked through the door of your apartment, hoping somehow Gwil would not be home, but he was, and you had to face up to this now. You walked into his office where he was laid up with papers everywhere and his laptop whirring away. He smiled up at you and then frowned, noticing the obvious distress on your face.

"You alright?" He questioned, setting down his pen and shifting in his chair.

"We need to talk..."

You told Gwil everything. You told him about the night you met Ben in the bar, about the type of relationship you had with him... and the pregnancy. He was quiet for most of it, just nodding along and biting his lip occasionally.

"Gwil... I don't think I can give up this baby. I want it... as terrified as it makes me, I want this. And I know it's not what you want, I get that. I'm not asking you to be involved. But I do love you, and if you want to be apart of my life somehow I... want you to be there."  You felt yourself wanting to cry again, but it seemed your body had used all its supply of tears, because nothing would come out.

"What about... him? Does he know?" Gwil looked you directly in the eyes and refused to look away.

"He does. And he wants to be involved." You looked away from him, unable to handle his gaze.

"Okay." Gwil sat back in his chair and looked at the ceiling, blowing air out of his mouth. "Do you remember what I wrote to you in the card I gave you on our First Year anniversary?"

"Of course... I have it framed in my office."

"I said, no matter what, I would love you. No matter what, you were mine and I was yours. I'd always be there every night to tell you I love you and every morning to do the same..." Gwil looked at you again, this time his eyes soft. "I may have messed that up a bit ago, but I'm not going to again. You and me belong together. If this is what you want, and you still want to be together, we will make it work. Somehow."

"Gwil... you don't have to... this is a lot..."

"My love, life is a lot. It will take me some time to process this all but... I am not going to walk away." He took your hands in his and squeezed, smiling lovingly at you. He really was the perfect person, you couldn't believe he was going to stay with you.

"So, it's been about a month since I told them both. None of us have told our parents, we're not... exactly sure how to explain it. But I am here, again, and I'm exhausted." You took another sip of your drink and smiled at the bartender, who was trying to find the right words to say.

"I'm sorry about all that... I wish I knew what to tell you..."

"Thanks. I should get home, soon. How much do I owe you?"

"It's on the house, tonight. It's just soda. You deserve a bit of a break, anyways." You thanked him and left the bar, walking outside to another night of city life. You felt your phone vibrate in your bag and grabbed it to see Gwil calling.

"Hey, love," you answered.

"Hey, just checking when you'll be home? Wanted to go over some stuff for tomorrows appointment."

"Heading over now."

"Alright, see you in a few. I love you."

Gwil hung the phone up before you got a chance to say I love you back, but he knew. Just as you were putting your phone back in your bag, you got a text from Ben.

"Which crib do you like better?" He asked, attaching two photos of very pricey cribs he found.

You smiled, your heart fluttering at the sight of Ben being a father. Future father, you should say.

'Fuck,' you thought to yourself. 'I am so fucked.'

[lookbluesoup]

How about a nsfw 17 (to distract) for the kiss challenge. For Piper/Nate ;)

LET THERE BE SMUT 😱 Thanks so much for this! Tried really hard not to overthink it, and since it’s my first real published smut I didn’t want to get too ambitious but. Well, here it is. I enjoyed it! I’m also very nervous about sharing it! But I’m sharing anyway! Screw you, Anxiety!!!

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“You need a break.”

“No. I need to finish this.”

“If you take a brea-”

Piper broke eye contact with the havoc of notes and evidence scattered across her desk to glare at Nate, who answered with an impish pout. He lounged on her bed, relaxed in the way he only ever seemed to be at times like this, when the two of them were alone and safe behind Diamond City’s Wall. All he wore was ruffled slacks and a partly-unbuttoned white shirt. She could see his bare chest peeking out under the cotton, presumably displayed on purpose. Part of his nefarious scheme to distract from her work.

For the past thirty minutes, his efforts had grown increasingly overt. She’d rebuffed them all. Normally Piper would be enthusiastic about such teasing. Admittedly, heat gathered between her legs in spite of the frustrations tilting her sideways.

Nate rolled onto his back, undeterred. “We’ve been at it for hours, Scribbles. You’ll just keep tying yourself in knots trying to untangle this thing. Lay down, take a break. Come back to it later with a fresh perspective.” Puppyish round eyes begged her over, as Nate folded his arms behind his head.

“Nope. Not falling for it, Blue. Not even a little bit.”

“What if I said ‘please?’”

“Not until this is finished.” She disagreed, chewing her lip as she turned back to her collected research. The story in front of her couldn’t wait - she wasn’t willing to let it. Stepping away seemed too much like surrender. Even for a moment. Even if she’d been wracking her brain over this puzzle for so long it was difficult to think straight. Even if Blue was laying there, sprawled out on her bed only a few feet away, and something more than instinct urged her toward respite.

This time he didn’t immediately quip a retort. And in hindsight, that should’ve been a warning. If she hadn’t been so deliberately absorbed in her task, she might’ve noticed sabotage was imminent.

Too late.

Piper yelped as her chair suddenly tipped backward and Nate drug both her and the furniture back screeching towards the bed. “Blue!”

“I’m afraid this just can’t wait, Miss.” He came to kneel before her, grinning so mischievously a surge of adrenaline pooled in her gut. And then he kissed her, lifting her off the chair as she made a halfhearted attempt at pushing him off, and plopped her gently on the bed. “I promise, the story will still be there in half an hour. That’s all I’m asking for.”

Crossing her arms, Piper leaned back with a scowl and stared up at him. “You know, when I think of chivalry, this is not what comes to mind.”

“Well I’m not going to apologize for my roguish charm.” Nate hovered over her, blue eyes bright with amusement. Her lover’s familiar musk was strong so close together. An incense equally as distracting as his lazy grin and coiling muscles. Tremors whispered down her spine.

“Humor me.” He urged, planting another soft kiss on Piper’s lips before curling up beside her.

“Aren’t I already?”

Mirth tugged at Nate’s smile. He buried his face in her hair, blowing a soft chuckle against her neck, “Close your eyes and try to relax.”

“Fat chance of that.” She grumbled, but followed the instruction and rolled to her side. Nate scooted up close behind, fitting comfortably against her. It didn’t… feel terrible. There were worse interruptions. She supposed.

At first, his hand was content to pet over her t-shirt and spandex. Slow, certain strokes massaged her arms, thigh, belly. As if he had all the time in the world to explore her figure. He had a gentle touch. Even calloused, Nate’s palms were smooth by Wasteland standards.

Resistance was difficult to maintain. Patiently he coaxed her into reclining against him.

Then his roving fingers found their way beneath her pants.

“Bluee, I don’t have time for - mnnhhh-…”

Protests dying on her lips, Piper groaned as he suckled insistently down her throat, tongue warm against her skin. One hand ran through her hair as the other explored the edges of her womanhood. She was already throbbing.

A hum of satisfaction rumbled out of Nate. “Seeing as the goal is to loosen up, I think you might benefit from fewer layers.” he murmured, breath flushing over her ear. His grip coiled meaningfully around the lip of her pants.

In answer, Piper shifted her legs and allowed him to disrobe her. Until nothing but undergarments remained between her bare self and the open air. “This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?”

“Maybe.”

“You are a rogue.” Vulnerability with Blue came so easily, it was quickly becoming hard to remember why resistance had seemed so important. She reached back to caress his cheek. He leaned into the touch with a smile.

“I love you.” Nate coaxed, tugging at her knee. He spread her leg over him, brushing her inner thigh, “I love the way you smell.” A kiss lingered against her collar bone as he breathed in, “And the way you talk.” Another floated over her shoulder; Piper’s back arched faintly. “And the way you tease me.”

Tickling it lightly, Nate brought heat flushing over her clitoris. Who’s teasing who? She thought, but couldn’t quite seem to form the words. All that came out was a whimper. Eyes shut, Piper swallowed, clutching at her pillow.

“You are beautiful.” He murmured, lowering his head to kiss her shoulder blade. Then he thrust his hips against her ass, erection bulging under his slacks.

A jolt surged down Piper’s spine. “Blue-” She breathed, surprised by the sudden urgency of his desire. Blush spread across her freckled skin, a bare echo of the fire ignited inside.

“Relax.” He insisted in a soft voice, but he kept himself pressed hard against her.

She managed to. A bit.

“…That’s it.” Humping her slowly, Nate pressed firmer strokes with his finger. “Unravel with me.”

Piper sucked in a shaky pant, going rigid as craving flooded her senses. She could feel his hunger clearly, and it melted into her own. “Oh, God.”

“Relax.” He murmured again, “You’re too stiff.”

It took a span of several seconds for Piper to respond, exhaling with a low whine as each tense muscle surrendered to the attentions of her lover, a little at a time.

“There, oh…” Nate hummed, peppering her jaw with kisses as she ground against him. “Tha-at’s right.” Exploring downward, he found the slick evidence of her arousal. “You’re as wet as Pleasure Bay down there.” A second digit joined the first, rubbing wider circles beneath her garments.

She succumbed to a haze. He kneaded, stroked, and tugged in and around her sensitive parts, backing off whenever her shivering grew too frantic. He rubbed either side of her labia and then beckoned in between.

Piper gasped deep in her throat, giving fully to the pleasure and spreading herself further apart to let him have his way.

Nate sat up, drawing another plaintive whine. Which seemed to amuse him. He repositioned below her, tugging her underwear off and gaining both hands access to the swollen, dripping mess of her private parts.

When he pressed two fingers against her slit, prying it open, Piper whimpered. His touch echoed all over, like the notes of a song. Nate’s second hand busied itself with her clitoris once more, and his tongue crept down her inner thigh. Sensation numbed her mind to all else.

Climax caught her by surprise. Under his caress, a jittery, gentle surge of pleasure washed over Piper, filling her with symphony. The snip of release pulled a sigh from her lips, wetness drenching Nate’s fingers as she throbbed beneath him.

He massaged her in slow, careful strokes, easing her back down to earth until she reached out for him.

Kissing just above her womanhood, he chuckled. Then he wiggled up to fold his arms over Piper’s chest and smirked down with a look of dreamy satisfaction. “Well?”

She rolled her eyes, “O-kaay. You were right. That was nice.”

Pressing his forehead to her’s briefly, he snickered. “I know. And I love you.”

He left her lying there to clean off, returning a few minutes later with an offering of nuka cola.

“What about you?” She asked, raising a brow at overt bulge still pressing against his trousers.

“That…” Nate leaned down to kiss her slowly. When they pulled apart, he smirked and answered quietly, “Is for after you finish your article. Try not to leave me suffering too long, okay?”

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[dreamgirlbreezy]

CHAPTER 19

ROCKY

 I was beyond happy that I was going to get to see him all my calling paid off I get to see my baby and hopefully he will forgive me and we can start to heal with each other. I was leaving the house as my mom was coming in.

“Where you headed you look happy?”

“Going to meet up with Donnie he finally answered the phone and agreed to meet up with me so that’s where I’m going right now”

“Oh that’s great good luck”

“Thanks ma” I got in my car and was off…

Once there I thought he was going to be here before me cause I got here in 45 minutes but he wasn’t here so that was good he wasn’t kept waiting for me, but I was waiting for him now and I waited and waited I waited a whole hour and a half for him I was about to call him again when I saw his car pull up, getting out as he got out.

I wanted to run to him and wrap my arms around him but I didn’t I knew that wouldn’t be wanted at the moment but I had to feel his arms around me somehow someway.

“Hi”

“Hey you wanted to see me now what?”

“I wanted to make sure you’re okay I mean I am not going to say I wasn’t wrong cause I was very wrong it just I don’t want us to end”

“Well it’s too late for all that you cheated and you can’t take that back no way for you to erase the fact that you was with another man.”

“We hung out a few times Donnie that’s all nothing else”

“You kissed him”

“He kissed me”

“You didn’t stop him did you?”

“No but it wasn’t like that I promise I need you to know that I love you and not him”

“I wish I could believe you but I can't my heart won’t let me believe what you’re saying to me.”

“You know me Donnie your heart knows me I never lied to you before and I have no reason to lie to you now please just give me a chance to make it right I know I can”

“There’s no going back Raquel no way in the world is there a way for you to change things”

“I’m asking for a second chance to show you that I love you and that I am doing right by you that I don’t want our relationship to end this way I need my bestfriend in my life I need you in my life this one day away from you is driving me crazy I feel so lost”

“And you think I’m not I loved you I gave you my world and now I’m floored to see you would do this to me, me out of all people I couldn’t believe it” I walked closer to him and he took a step back but I kept walking until I was right in front of him.

I reached up and placed my hand on the side of his face; I felt him move his head into my hand and closed his eyes for a brief moment then opened his eyes and moved his head out of my hands.

“You know in your heart that you still love me and wanna be with me just let me make it up to you please I did a foolish thing by seeing him and I won’t see him again please Donnie”

“I can't I don’t even know why I agreed to see you today, I don’t know why I am here talking to you, you make me sick I can't stand to look at you” I wrapped my arms around him and started to cry into his chest hopping that he will hold me like he used too.

He wanted so badly to wrap his arms around me and tell me it was okay but his heart wouldn’t let him do it I broke his heart with my lies and cheating there was no going back after that he moved his hands to mine that I had around him and he brought them in front of me holding my wrist a little too tightly.

“I don’t need your hands on me it’s like fire it burns me and I don’t wanna get sucked into to believing a liar like you I will not believe you once a cheater always a cheater and it’s not like you tried to keep it from being known you went places where I took you, you paraded him around like it was okay and you had your friends lie about it you was never going to break things off with him if you haven’t been caught I know it so you might as well save those tears for him cause I don’t wanna see them no amount of tears will make me forgive you for what you did to us how you broken us apart”

“Donnie you’re hurting me” I looked at my wrist then back up at him.

“And you me” he let me go and went walking to his car with I followed him.

“Don’t go wait let me come with you so we can finish talking”

“We are finish we so done we need a new word for what we are”

“You don’t mean that Donnie please look let’s go get something to eat and talk some more”

“No I’m good on that I don’t need for with you to know we are done we’re over baked done” he got in his car and I leaned in and kissed him he missed my lips and he fell victim to my kiss and he kissed me back his hands were on my face gently stroking my cheek and he felt my arms go around his neck and I climb on his lap and kissed him hard.

I groaned into his mouth as my pussy pressed against the length of his already hard dick just behind the opening of his jeans. I was glad I wasn't the only one affected in the small space as I shifted my hips, pressing my sex full on against the bulge there.

His hands moved to my shoulders pushing down the thin straps of my dress, the cool air moving over my skin like a light caress making my nipples hard as his mouth moved from mine to nip at the tender skin at the base of my throat. I ran my fingers through his short hair as he licked and teased me there, both of us breathing heavy.

His dipped his head and captured one hard nip between his teeth. I gripped his head tighter as he ran his tongue slowly around my areola then flicked it across the tip. My back arched, pushing more of my breast into his mouth as his other hand came up, cupping and squeezing as his mouth drew me in slowly. I braced my hands on the roof as me teased me, my hips rocking against his, making my already wet pussy even wetter.

His hands trailed up my thighs slowly, under my dress. He groaned low in his throat as he realized what I'd hidden from him all night; I wasn't wearing anything under the little black slinky dress.

His hands gripped my ass and pushed me hard against his dick. I brought my hands to his head and lifted his face; kissing him as we ground against each other, dry humping in the small space. I knew if I kept this up, I could come without him laying a finger on me, just from the rubbing of his body against mine.

But I didn't want that, I needed him inside me.

I shifted slightly slid my hands between us and gripped the top of his jeans, tugging hard and slowly popping open his button fly. I looked up and smiled at him as his dick, hard and hot, popped out into my hand.

Seems I wasn't the only one to forgo under things.

I wrapped my hand around his shaft and squeezed, sliding up and down as his hands moved over my breasts. I leaned closer and rubbed my clit against the head of his dick, moaning into his mouth as my body clenched in anticipation. I trailed my hands up, running my fingertips over his tight stomach as I slipped them under his shirt and tugged it over his head pressing myself close to him so my breasts were squashed against his bare chest.

We moved together as my wetness coated his dick, my clit throbbing as I bumped and ground it against the silky hardness of his shaft. I lifted off him, desperate to have him inside me as his hands gripped my hips and he shifted, positioning me over the tip.

The head of his dick opened me, I groaned as I sank down slowly, letting myself feel every inch as he slowly penetrated me. I arched my back, bracing my hands on the roof of the car as my muscles gripped him tight. I slowly started to roll my hips, sweet sensations coursing up and down my body as I moved up and down.

I felt it coming, that telltale flutter in my lower belly and I moaned loud, speeding up. My pelvis coming down against his harder, the sounds of our skin slapping against each other filling the car as I rode him harder and harder...reaching for that little taste of ecstasy.

His hands never stopped. Teasing my nipples...cupping my breasts...and driving me higher and higher. He slid one down over my hip as his mouth took the place of his hands on my breasts and his fingers moved across my stomach to where we were joined. My body shook as his fingers opened me and started to stroke rhythmically over my hardened clit, I gripped his shoulders and slammed myself hard down on his dick as my pussy clenched around his dick, gripping him tight and I came in a rush of moisture, his name a low moan on my lips.

"Yes baby, cum for me."

His words low and breathy as he took over the pace, his hands on my hips gripping me tight as he pulled me down hard against him. My body clamped around him like a vice as I moved with him, meeting his strokes and coming again on the tails of the first, coating his dick as he fucked me harder and harder reaching for his own release.

I leaned forward, one hand snaking below him and gripping his ass, pulling him hard against me as my teeth bit into the soft skin of his neck and shoulder.

I half whispered and half groaned into his ear as his thrusts sped up, knowing it would set him off,

"That's it baby...fuck me hard...fill me up...god yes baby...you feel so fucking good...I'm so hot and so wet...cum for me baby...CUM FOR ME!"

I squeezed tight around his dick and kissed him hard, our teeth hitting as I groaned into his mouth and came again, my words affected me as much as him as I felt his dick pulse and throb inside me, capturing his groans and low grunts in my mouth as he emptied himself deep.

I collapsed against his chest, my body like jello as I felt his dick slowly soften and pull from me, our juices mixing and seeping from my body, coating the insides of my thighs.

My head snapped up as I saw the red and blue lights flashing behind the car.

"Shit!" We cried out in unison as I all but leaped from my position on his lap and dove into the passenger seat as we hurried to straighten ourselves, finishing just before the light rap on the window.

I couldn't help it and laughed quietly to myself as he lowered the fogged glass and blinked into the bright flashlight that shone in his eyes.

"Everything ok here folks?" cop asks

The officer's voice had a trace of amusement in it, I was sure he could smell the scent of our recent activities as it poured out the open window into the cool night.

Plus every window in the car was fogged up from the heat we had generated, a dead giveaway.

"Everything is fine Sir...we were just umm...talking?"

I tried not to smile as his statement came off as more of a question than an answer.

The officer looked us both over then pulled back, "Well I trust your 'conversation' is over now...move along please and next time...wait until you get home to have a 'chat.' "Cop said

His emphasis was on the words conversation and chat; letting us know that he knew exactly what we were up to when he'd arrived.

We both laughed out loud as he returned to his car and drove off I looked over at Donnie who was fixing his clothes not looking at me, I needed to know that we are okay again we just had sex so he couldn’t be mad at me anymore.

[hopeishappinessff]

Holding Onto Hope: Chapter 59.1

Hope

Cailah Faith Brown. My baby girl… our baby girl. The “C” placed proudly by her father who insisted that some part of her name needed to have his mark on it… though she would carry his entire last name. The night Tawny, my dad, and Diana got in town they all spent at least half an hour ogling over the size of my belly because all our Face Time chats apparently did it no justice. Tawny then proceeded to spend the remainder of the night fussing at Chris and I for failing to give our child an identity. She demanded that we sit down with her and at least come up with a list of options that we could choose from the day the baby was born. But the moment she tossed that name out as a mere suggestion, I fell in love. Cailah… my daughter, honorably named by her aunt. Faith, her middle name… a direct tribute to my mother… Faith Marie Donsen. And Brown… the thought of my child proudly carrying her father’s last name filled me with envy and happiness all at the same time.

Today was officially day three past my due date and honestly, today was officially the day that I was completely over the whole pregnancy. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my pregnancy… every last minute of it. I wouldn’t change a single aspect of it, other than the months where Chris wasn’t by my side like I’d always envisioned. But there comes a point in a woman’s pregnancy, well at least mine anyway, where she’s just over the whole damn thing. I was tired of being tired all the time. Tired of feeling so ridiculously large from my neck down to my ankles. Tired of feeling so insanely in love with the father of my child, yet feeling uncontrollable urges to whack him upside the head at the most random of times. Simply put… I was tired of being pregnant and I may or may not have made the mistake of sharing that with the girls, and Tawny, because now… they had made it a personal mission to help me induce my labor. 

 “Let me lay it on the line I got a little freakiness inside  And you know that the man  Has gotta deal with it  I don’t care what they say I’m not about to pay nobody’s way Cause it’s all about the dog in me Mmhmmm…”

I stood in place between Destani and Tameka, hands swirling around the front of my belly, hair pulled up into the messiest bun that was tilting pathetically from the side of my head, and perspiration coating my exposed skin. The coffee table that was once situated in the center of the den had been pushed to the side, offering maximum floor space for our shenanigans. Nalay stood feet away, orchestrating our choreography and Tawny maintained a red face from trying to refrain from laughing as she held three different phones up trying to capture the whole thing on video. 

“I want a freak in the morning A freak in the evening, just like me I need a roughneck brother  That can satisfy me, just for me If you are that kind of man Cause I’m that kind of girl I got a freaky secret, everybody sing Cause we don’t give a damn about a thing…”

“Dip low Sy, dip low. Don’t forget to squat. We gotta expand that cervix girl!” Nalay yelled out, coaching me into the proper positions she believed would make my water break.

“Like this bitch.” Destani dropped down to my right, into the lowest possible squat I’d ever seen, then seductively lifted her body back up with her tongue sticking out and her hands running up the curves of her torso and chest.

“Nuh-unh bitch, if you gone squat on it… fucking squat on it!” Tameka exclaimed and the next thing I knew, down she went… right into a full split. The girls howled as she bounced in place a few times on whatever imaginary “it” she’d just squatted on. Eventually she leaned her torso forward and flattened herself out against the floor, sliding her legs straight behind her and propping herself up onto her shins so she could have better leverage to twerk it in the middle of the floor.

“Nigga we tryna get her to go into labor, not seduce Chris into putting baby number two in there before number one can even make her way out!” Destani cackled.

“Meka, where the hell did you even get that from?” Nalay was now hunched over, gripping onto her knees as she laughed and wiped at the underside of her eyes.

“Ya’ll bitches better take notes… how to keep a man 101. Ask Kendrick where I got it from!” Rolling over onto her back, she did some type of acrobatic move, rolling her entire lower half up into the air and pressing her hands down on the floor beneath her to complete a roll that eventually landed her on her feet.

“Nah, nah… Sy’Diyah the one with a whole baby up in her. She the one who should be leading lessons on how to keep niggas. With Chris ole sprung ass.” Destani said.

“You ain’t lying though girl.” Tameka chuckled, breathing hard as she neared Destani and slapped hands with her.

“Um, ladies… I still have videos recording here. We aren’t done.” Tawny giggled.

“Oh shit. Rewind the song like one-minute Nay.” Destani instructed, quickly shifting back into position to my right. Tameka fell right back into place at my left and we anxiously waited for Nalay to get us back to where we left off.

I could honestly say that I was enjoying myself. I was exhausted, but enjoying myself non-the-less. Since early this morning, the girls had taken this whole thing right into the palms of their hands and personally made it their mission to get some type of activity from this little girl in my belly. Leave it to her to be a stubborn little thing and refuse to come on time… she was three days late to be exact. As I’d mentioned before, however, I was truthfully not interested in rushing her at all… mama just wanted to give her a little encouragement is all.

I continued to swivel my hips to the heavy beat of the song, courtesy of Destani’s JBL Bluetooth music box, and actually shut my eyes and momentarily lost myself in the beat. 

“Boy you’re moving kind of slow You got to keep it up  Now there you go There’s just one thing that a man must do Mmhmm I’m packing all the flavor you need I got you shook up on your knees Cause it’s all about the dog in me…”

Completely lost in my own zone, I stepped away from the trio and allowed the beat to consume me and my hips. I swirled and twirled, dropped it like it was hot on whatever the imaginary “it” was from Tameka’s show earlier, and bent over to catch my knees so I could transition into a smooth twerk.

“AYYYYYEEEEE, that’s my got damn bama right there! You better get it baby mama… fuck it up girl!” Destani yelled, cheering along with the girls, and hyping me up even further. I could feel a smile gracing my face as I reached up to tug the miserable hair tie from my locks, freeing it in the sexiest of ways. My belly was completely exposed, because I no longer cared much for clothes. I was in the company of my girls tonight, so I figured there was no harm at all in a pair of comfy spandex shorts that had risen and exposed the cusp of my butt cheeks. And the only thing covering any portion of my top was a turquoise sports bra from my collection of many. I was in my element and there was no one and nothing that could stop me.

I could hear extra commotion in the room at some point, but the girls were shouting even louder and hyping me so much I paid no mind to it at all. My aunt, dad, and Diana had gone over to Ms. Joyce’s a few hours ago to help her with a few last-minute touches to the nursery and she’d already informed me that once they were done there, they would be stepping out for a bite to eat. So it was just the girls and I for the evening, and I was perfectly content with that. As usual, I had no real knowledge of where my boyfriend was and I refused to allow thoughts of that to ruin my night and thankfully the girls respected my unspoken wishes to not bring him up.

I had just run a hand through my wild and waist length tresses, swiping a handful of the golden curly mess out of my face. While that hand was occupied in my hair… the other was gripping onto Tameka’s right shoulder so that I wouldn’t lose my balance and go toppling over as I alternated between rolling my body and twerking my butt. When I felt the sudden sensation of another pair of hands right at the cusp of my widened hips and my bulging belly, my eyes shot open and an immediate frown fell onto my face. 

“One to the two, to the two, to the three Sy’Diyah do you wanna have a baby with me? One to the two, to the two, to the three  Sy’Diyah do you wanna have a baby with me?” The altered verse was chanted a few more times into my ear and I could feel a rhythmic bump against my backside, matching the beat of the song perfectly. The crotch of this mysterious person was pressed firmly against my butt and I nearly gasped at the feeling of their semi hardness rubbing against me.

“Baby daddy better get that shit bih! Get it Chris, get it Chris!” The commotion in the den of the house was at its loudest now, if that was even possible, and I could hear both male and female voices yelling at the top of their lungs like we were in the middle of a close NBA game. Swinging my head around to the left, I strained my neck to look back into the grinning face of none other than my child’s father. His grin made me grin, but his crotch still pressed against my butt caught my attention again before I could fully acknowledge him.

“Ain’t I tell you that pregnant shit turns me on?” He’d wedged his face into the crook of my neck and mumbled those panty soaking words against my skin. I was thankful that my spandex shorts were black.

He maintained his grip on my waist, but I managed to turn completely to face him and held onto him the best way I could with a thousand pounds attached to my front side “Down daddy.”

He hissed sharply and chuckled against my neck then slowly pulled back and glanced down at my lips “You tryna get me riled up in front of all our friends baby?”

God I loved when he talked like that. I smirked and pulled away from him, but not before he meshed his lips against mine and puckered them three times, followed by his hands roughing up my butt cheeks a bit.

“Aye nigga, don’t let these kids see all that now. They don’t need to know exactly how ya’ll made that baby.” Dontay laughed obnoxiously as he pushed his way through the living room, beelining directly toward Tawny. She stood there smiling and biting her bottom lip bashfully, awaiting his arrival… they were so stinking cute.

“The hell ya’ll in here doing anyway? Sy, you tryna give the homegirls lessons on how to get like you or what? No lie… if Meeks gone be doing that shit on the dick tonight, she might be next up.” Kendrick set off a heavy chain reaction of laughter that rumbled through the whole crew and I couldn’t help but drop my head against Chris’s shoulder as I trembled with laughter.

“Boo, if you would have seen the shit yo girl was in here doing like half an hour ago, Meeks probably would have been first in line, okay!” Destani howled. Tameka laughed ratchetly, stuck a middle finger up at Destani, then turned to her man and greeted him with a nice sloppy kiss.

“See man, that’s that shit… ya’ll niggas is just nasty, both of ya’ll,” BJ chuckled, pointing a finger toward Chris and Kendrick, “You ain’t gotta do all that show boating to greet your woman.”

“Nigga shut yo philosophical lookin ass up!” Rashad called out, igniting a fresh batch of laughter. I was much too worn out from the hours of nonstop dancing we’d just put in to continue entertaining our over-enthusiastic group of friends, so I discreetly waddled over to the love seat, but was stopped in my tracks before my butt could connect with the seat. It was Chris who’d stopped me, because now that he’d just randomly made his appearance at the house after disappearing for hours, he suddenly wanted to be all up under me… literally. He plopped down on the couch before me and gently grabbed me by my waist, carefully pulling me down to claim my seat on his lap. He helped me maneuver my body to the side, because it was the most comfortable for me, and I ended up looking like a large child cradled in his arms from the way he held me. I smiled at the thought. It never failed to amaze me how easily he could take my mind off of my irritation with him… he made it impossible for me to be mad at him for too long.

“What were ya’ll doing?” He asked. I couldn’t help but take in the amusement on his face. His smile always made me smile.

“The girls really wanted to help me induce labor.”

“Oh okay. But… what were ya’ll doing though?”

We held eye contact for a while before we both burst into laughter and I slapped him playfully on the shoulder “I mean, what did it look like? We were dancing.”

“Oh word? Kinda looked like you were tryna seduce the girls… that shit was sexy.”

“You’re silly,” I giggled, “But while you’re asking me what we were doing, I think I’m the one who should be asking you that.”

His bright eyes roamed the room for a while before he dropped his gaze to me, absorbing every inch of my face as his tongue slithered out over his bottom lip “You think so?”

“Christopher…” I started, attempting to push myself up further to sit eye to eye with him, but obviously the task wasn’t as simple as I thought so I quickly decided to just frown up at him instead.

“Sy’Diyah?” He smirked.

That annoyed me, so that’s when I decided to face the struggle of sitting up because now I wanted to remove myself from his lap completely. He had me in a good mood for all of five minutes and just like that, I was over him again.

“Babe, wait… what are you doing?”

I didn’t respond, because I couldn’t respond, because I was too out of breath from scooting myself around and struggling to get up from his lap. He still held that same amused expression on his face and that really left me with an urge to slap him. Did he really think this was a joke? Because no one was laughing…

“Hope, I was playing. Chill out before you hurt yourself.”

“Oh, you really do think it’s a joke?” I mumbled under my breath. All the grunting and huffing and puffing I’d done to twist my body around to face forward meant absolutely nothing when he simply tugged me backwards and sat up straighter so I would at least be a tad comfortable when he meshed my back against his chest.

“I had some business to take care of.” He tried to reason, with his voice all soft and his lips pressed gently against my skin.

“Whatever Chris. Let me go.” And of course, he did the exact opposite. He held me closer and continued to peck his lips against my neck discreetly as the crew babbled on in front of us about some new movie on Fandango and who was going to input their debit card information to purchase it.

“The boys were with me, if that makes you feel any better.”

Smacking my lips and rolling my eyes, I sighed heavily through my nose and crossed my arms over my chest “So you have them out there dabbling in stuff none of you should have any business in? Seriously Charlie?”

The low rumble of his chuckle in the crook of my neck had me shutting my eyes briefly, but I quickly gained my senses and snatched them open because our position was compromising enough and I didn’t need to draw any unnecessary attention to us in a room filled with nosy spectators.

“Is that what you think? Somebody is dabbling in some illegal shit? Girl you funny… thought you knew your man better than that.”

“I thought I did too.” My words were laced with attitude and I’m sure he could sense that from the way he momentarily tensed beneath me.

I could feel his lips parting against my neck in preparation to say something else, but the newest conversation floating around the room quickly gained my attention and I strained my ears to make sure I was actually hearing it correctly…

“Well they should be out for a while, so I don’t think it would be a problem. Even if they came back earlier than we’re thinking, we’ll just make sure we’re down here to cover for them.” Tawny spoke quickly and quietly, surprising me completely because if this was what I thought they were discussing I was shocked that she’d be in the thick of it.

“Unless they go to Breezy house. Won’t it be kinda awkward in this house full of people?” Kendrick chimed in.

“Nah nigga, we’ve endured this shit plenty of times before. Them niggas is wild… the entire city of Richmond could be in this house and the homie gone still put it down.” Dontay cackled. A few of them laughed, but I could hear a few quick “shhh’s” telling them to keep it down.

“Don, what if you just let them go to your place and you just stay here? So they can have more privacy and shit?” Tameka asked.

“Meka, why don’t you fucking let them go to your place? If I’m there or not, I will still know in the back of my mind that the homie is fucking my friend into labor.”

“What the fuck are ya’ll talking about?” Chris blurted before I had a chance to open my mouth. I hadn’t even realized that he was listening, because I’d tuned in so intently I forgot I was even in his lap for a second.

“Aww shit, we ain’t think ya’ll was listening.” Destani giggled, failing to do so innocently.

“Okay, but what are ya’ll talking about though?” I asked.

“We’re just trying to help you induce this labor Sy…” My gaze shifted to Nalay in amazement… they were all in on whatever this sick plan was?

“Wait, ya’ll are all sitting down there discussing this right now?” Chris asked. I could hear the humor in his voice, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to crack a smile… were they serious?

“I mean, we just wanna make sure our niece comes… she’s already almost a week late, right? We just as excited to see her as you nigga.” That was Dontay… having the audacity to sound offended that we were possibly offended about the conversation they’d been engaging in, that no one had actually stepped up to confirm yet.

“So no one is going to tell us what you were actually talking about?” At this point I was already well aware, I just wanted one of them to say it.

“Girl we done tried everything today. We walked your ass three miles this morning, went and got lunch at that Thai place up the street from Meka house, put together full choreography for the past few hours… the only thing ya’ll ain’t tried yet is sex.”

Again, I could feel Chris tensing beneath me and his face suddenly found its way into the crook of my neck again. Subconsciously I reached down to caress his thigh, my touch relaxing him almost immediately.

“You’re seriously admitting to me that you guys are sitting right in our faces, talking about… that?” I asked with the blankest face I could muster.

“I actually found the topic a bit weird myself Sy…” Kendrick spoke up, only to be quickly popped on the shoulder by his frowning girlfriend.

“We ain’t ask you how you felt about it nigga,” Tameka fussed, rolling her eyes and her neck around to face me, “What ya’ll think about it?”

“I think we should no longer continue this conversation because Kendrick is absolutely right… it’s very weird.” I said.

“See…” Again, Kendrick attempted to speak up to defend himself, but the hard glare on Tameka’s face shut him up abruptly.

“Ugh, fine,” Dontay drew immediate attention to himself when he huffed and sighed loudly, “Ya’ll can just go to my place. I know it’s for a good cause… as long as you promise me and T can have your room Sy.”

I could feel a headache creeping on the harder I frowned. My friends had all officially lost their minds.

“Tay!” Tawny gasped, slapping a hand over her mouth as a deep blush set in on her face. I would have laughed at the sight of her wearing her shyness right on her sleeve, but I suddenly remembered a certain shy someone who still had his face bashfully hidden from everyone in the room.

“Breezy, come on baby. I’m offering you my whole crib so you can get some pus…”

“Dontay! You gone make this man pass out… you see he ain’t tryna hear you right now.” Nalay blurted, thankfully cutting Dontay off before he completed his brash statement which, as she’d stated, would very well push Mr. bashful to the brink of simply passing out.

“Wait, hol up… have ya’ll… have ya’ll even done that, yet?” My eyes narrowed in on Destani and I glared at her, refusing to respond to her or to even continue to entertain any of them and this unnecessary awkwardness.

“Charlie, don’t listen to them. They’re all crazy.” I muttered, attempting to turn in his tight grasp to face him.

I could feel him shaking his head as his face remained one with the skin of my neck and I couldn’t help but giggle when I felt his lips start to move “It’s okay. Maybe they’re right…”

This time it was my turn to tense up and gasp at the sudden realization of what he’d just said… as well as the feeling of his lips pressing softly against my neck.

“What do you mean?” I whispered. There was something extremely intimidating about the way all of our friends were sitting there staring at us, all of them smiling as if watching the best new series on Netflix. I wasn’t too keen on having a whole private conversation with Chris right there in their faces, even if we were whispering.

“You have tried everything… but that. I mean, I’ve heard that it really does work… the least we can do is try…”

I wasn’t even sure how to respond. Was he serious? Were they serious? Sure I was more than ready for this pregnancy to be over, but… was I really that ready?

For a while the crew continued to sit there, chatting lightly amongst themselves and glancing awkwardly at Chris and I every few seconds. I had hopes that by some miracle everyone had forgotten about that conversation and it seemed as if they had… until I felt myself being lifted from Chris’s lap.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I think we should call it a night now…”

TBC...