#this is so cute... i'm loving that i can dress up YOUR dolls now. this is just like when Barbies were a thing

[roturo]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ OH! SO YOU'RE INTO OLDER MEN?

˚₊·➳❥ JJK MEN SHOWING YOU HOW A REAL MEN FUCKS! satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro ✧˚ · .

tags: afab!reader, reader is mentioned as a female, use of nicknames (baby, princess, doll, slut, whore), cheating, degradation, caught cheating, getting caught, unprotected sex, blowjob, pussy slapping, mating press, breeding, age-gaps, virginity loss [...] rbs are appreciated!

satoru gojo (Daddy’s girl)

well, that’s the word he used for the little girl you're babysitting right now. he’s a great dad and husband. there’s just this tiny whiny little thing he couldn’t do right– and that’s loving his wife as he should.

like– it’s not that he doesn’t feel guilty, it’s just… well, you looked really cute in that mini dress, he and his wife have been fighting lately anddd– he could tell his daughter liked you more than her fatality of mother she has these days. she even called you mommy by accident once! and that was the last water drop gojo needed for the glass to break.

“Oh- I bet you’d love to be full of me right now.” His thrusts became messier each time he pounded on you, “Mhh, fill you up ‘n make me a daddy again– you’d like that princess?” you couldn’t even talk anymore with how good he’s making you feel– he had your legs pressed on the bed thanks to his arms, almost bending you in half, he was making sure that mating press works.

“Ffffuckk- You feel s’good baby” He felt your walls clenching again, no matter how many times he made you come, he’s making sure you’re coming again after he does. A not ending cycle for him. “Such a slut for me hm? Coming all nice and pretty to this house just to be ruined at night–��� his words made you feel dirty, but the euphoria of it was stronger, “such” slap, “a nasty” slap, “slut” slap– “and all f’me” with those last thrusts your body couldn’t take it anymore, spasming and trembling while your poor hole was filled up again. gojo’s wife didn’t even bothered to break your little encounter, she suspected it long time ago.

all that was left was a wide grinning gojo satoru and some divorce papers.

suguru geto (Daddy’s best-friend)

you didn’t intend this to happen… you always knew your dad’s best-friend was hot. he’s geto, ‘cmon. he brings a new girl every weekend whispering in your dad’s ear swearing she’s the one this time.

he saw you grow up, turn into this beautiful and strong woman. so how he couldn’t love you? you were like a doll for him, so beautiful and radiant in every way. a porcelain doll he needed to protect, he couldn’t lose you to any dangerous or stupid man, he swears he would beat the shit out of the guy who breaks your heart first.

“Shhiiiitt– Heh– I can tell how tight your pussy is princess–” His cock was stretching the living shit out of you, touching places never in a thousand years you could imagine you would feel. “what d’ya think daddy would say if he saw his little girl being fucked by his best-friend huh?” your brain was a fuzzy mess, you couldn’t make coherent words to say, and just feel how good geto is making you feel. you couldn’t remember how many times he had made you cum with his toungue and he’s just starting to fuck your pussy.

“ ‘m such a lucky guy if i'm the first you’re giving this pussy to, don’t ya think so doll? marking it as mine, baby I swear you’ll need no man to ever fuck this pussy of yours again– shit I won’t need another woman for myself, you’re the one baby” those words filled your heart of a tingly feeling, making more butterflies roam around your tummy, touching yourself you could sense geto’s cock coming and leaving with every thrust, your brain full of air and in need of more of his cock.

he couldn’t resist himself anymore when he was next to you, his cock would get hard the minute he enters your house, and thankfully he has a pretty doll to release himself with.

kento nanami (Big Boss)

Nanami thinks he’s a good and mature guy– At least for his wife and kids… He has this aura of a serious and mature guy but inside every time he’s just this close to breaking it, just to say what he really thinks or feels.

the first time he saw you at work with your tiny skirts and tight blouses he didn’t mind any type of attention to it, you were another cute worker, that’s all. One of another– he can think other women are pretty too right? maybe even prettier than his wife… and nicer, and cuter, and more homely feeling to be a mom. but he wouldn't do anything he would later regret right?...

“You’re s’pretty baby, such a dirty whore for my cock mhm?” he had you pounding from behind, his desk becoming even messier than it was before, one of his hands keeping you laid down on the desk arching your back like if he’s trying to break it– a sudden ringing brought you back from your unconsciousness of nanami’s cock– he answered the call, not a single sing of him trying to stop thrusting into you.

“Yeah?” his voice was out of breath, almost sounding like a sigh when he answered the call, “Where am I? Huh– I’m at the office r-right now…?” he wasn’t even sure if he could keep this act, losing himself more in the feeling of your pussy clenching on his cock– “Oh yeah- I’m okay, uhh- the kids? yyeah, yeah, they’re with my mom right now–” the feeling of keeping up a call with his wife while fucking you made his cock twitch inside of you, feeling like a teenager kissing their crush for the first time. it was no surprise for him that his wife was cheating, but he wanted to keep it like that for the sanity of his kids. 

“Quit the act Kento– I know you’re fucking somebody else right now. See ya at home.”

toji fushiguro (Step-Daddy)

you hated when your mother started dating new guys. they just kept breaking her heart– but you just stopped telling her that it's okay to live without a partner, that she had you by her side, but well… this new man was something else i guess and you didn’t say anything for the sake of your own good mother.

you didn’t like him, but for the sake of your mother you pretended like you do– and let’s be honest, toji doesn’t like children, so when he first met you he wasn’t as social as others… your mom was just too good to simply let go– but the way you moved, talked, dressed caught his attention, and as time passes and he spends more time with your mom– he's no longer drawn to your house just to see your mother, but to see you. 

“Sshhiit- You’re making me feel s’good baby” the lack of air was making you feel giddy, but the way his cock twitched inside your mouth made your core get even wetter. “C’mon baby, ride my shoe,” you wasted no time before your hips started moving, trying to gain some friction and release that tingly feeling coming from your core. 

“D’ya think your mother would like to see her daughter being full of his step-daddy’s cum?” he gets one of his arms behind himself trying to gain some support while his other free hand caresses your cheeks while you continue sucking– this same hand moves out your head and frees his cock out of your mouth, a small strand of saliva connecting your mouth with it–

“Fuck– guess i choose the wrong out of you two”

[getinthefuckingcarkitten]

woe. ronniefication be upon ye

Dress up Charlotte

scuffed as hell Lottie picrew made out of a psd file I already had for playing around myself, best experienced with fuckass copyright free flash game music blaring in your ear.

[sangwookisser]

PUT YOUR MONEY WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS

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cw: multi x reader, brat taming, size kink, car sex, breeding, doggy, reverse cowgirl, established relationship

synopsis: reader underestimated her quiet boyfriend and paid the price

You find yourself draped on your boyfriend's lap, positioned with your back pressed against his muscular chest as he bounces you on his massive, throbbing cock with deep, slow thrusts so that you feel every inch of him each time he slides his throbbing shaft against your gummy walls. "F-fuck, ba-babe..." you slur, voice a broken mewl as he slams you up and down on his cock with your back to his chest, using you like a sex doll.

You're crushed in his lap, legs spread wide and shaking, dress pushed up and panties down by your ankles as he keeps both hands locked on your hips while he rocks you down, again and again. He fucks you on his cock like you're nothing but something to use.

You've gone dumb with it, dizzy and sweaty and barely able to breathe through the choked little gasps that leave your mouth every time he lifts your hips and slams you back down again.

His car shakes just enough to be suspicious as you get ravaged in the parking lot of the bar he took you to to meet some of his childhood friends. The plan had been to get you to meet some of the guys he'd grown up with, and hopefully get you all on good terms, but you couldn't seem to behave for one night.

A couple drinks enough to get you tipsy paired with your loud nature had been enough to get you to go too far.

"He's -hic- totally my bitch, you guys," you’d said with a grin that took up your whole face, waving your hand dramatically. "He acts all tough, y’know, like all big and quiet and scary or whatever, but I swear to god," you leaned in across the table like you were telling a secret, all conspiratorial and smug, "this man says yes ma’am with a mouth full of my p-"

"That’s enough," he’d said then, right next to your ear, and you should've stopped, but you didn't.

The second everyone laughed, loving it, you only leaned further into the moment, letting out this airy little laugh and nudging his thigh under the table like you were just being cute.

"You guys don’t even know," you giggled, tipsy and teasing and leaning too far into it now, your voice a little too loud. "He’s literally obsessed with me. Like, full-on whipped. If I even hint that I want something? He’s already got it in the cart. If I want it in bed? He’s already on his knees. Like, he’ll beg for it, beg, and he’s so good at it too, you guys, it’s actually kind of pathetic,"

He didn't even say anything as he excused the two of you from his friends, hauled you out of the booth, and dragged you out towards the car for a "talk", and now here you are.

Your boyfriend remains surprisingly focused, but you can tell he's furious. His huge hands are gripping your hips so rough that his thick fingers leave indents on your flesh. Soft, rhythmic groans leave him as he stares at your fucked out expression, watching the way you shudder on him and struggle to take him in.

"You think you're so cute and funny, hm?" he grunts, his voice hoarse and deeper than you’ve ever heard it. "You think I'm your bitch?"

He punctuates the question with a sharp thrust that makes your whole body jolt, your eyes fluttering shut as a broken cry escapes your lips.

"Said that shit in front of my goddamn friends?" His hands push your body forward so that he's arching you harder so he can get deeper inside you. You can feel his huge, fat cock rubbing against your sweet spot with each thrust now. "Sat there and lied to their fuckin' faces like I don't handle you whenever I want?"

You try to respond, but you can't whimpering and moaning stupidly to try and convey that you didn't mean it, but with how he's splitting you open, you can't.

"Should’ve pulled you outta that bar by your hair the second you opened that pretty little mouth," he snarls, hips snapping into you harder, dragging you back onto his cock and stretching you out with each thrust. "Sat there giggling, acting cute, telling stories about me begging for you."

His hand moves from your back to your throat, wrapping around it to guide your head back so you're forced to hear every word he spits against your ear.

"Does this feel like I'm the one begging, baby?' he mutters, dragging his cock out almost all the way before slamming it back in, grunting as your body tightens around him. "You’re dripping. Can barely fuckin’ hold yourself up."

"Ngh, I-I'm sorry!" you mewl, lips parted as moans leave your lips. His cock feels so good inside you, and each time he pushes himself in completely, his cock leaves a soft kiss on your womb.  His fingers squeeze, sinking into your skin as he pulls you down onto his cock, impaling you over and over. His breath comes hot and heavy against your neck, his tongue lolling out to lave over your sweat-sheened skin, tasting you. 

His free hand finds your nipples, rolling and pinching the stiff peaks roughly, sending jolts of electric pleasure shooting straight to your core. He tugs on them, pinches them, as if trying to pull you even closer.  Your tits swell in his palms, aching and tingling from his groping, the hard points of your nipples feeling warm as he rolls the pads of his fingers over them, groping your breasts shamelessly while sinking his teeth into the column of your throat.

"Still got something to say? Huh?" he snaps, squeezing your throat hard enough to make your vision sparkle as he keeps driving into you, relentless and heavy, like he’s trying to fuck the brat out of you. "Go ahead. Say it again. Tell me I’m your bitch." You try to catch your breath, head swimming, and whisper something like "I didn’t mean-" but he shuts you up with another hard thrust that makes your eyes roll back.

His hips rise and fall with powerful thrusts, his massive cock disappearing into your plump, soaked pussy again and again. The thick, pulsing shaft stretches your entrance obscenely, your slick walls struggling to accommodate its girth. Each thrust forces lewd, wet squelches from your core, the obscene sounds of your juices being stirred up and splashed around his dick. 

"Stupid mouth, always running," he breathes against your hair, his grip on your neck tightening just slightly. "Sayin' shit that makes me want to lose it. But I still show up for you. I still take care of you. I still let you act like a fuckin' brat because I love you."

You moan, turning your head to press your lips against his, hoping it shows him that you’re really sorry and love him just as much, and to your delight, he accepts it, pressing an open mouthed kiss to your mouth in response, his tongue rolling over yours. The head of his cock kisses your gummy sweet spot with every thrust, battering against the entrance to your womb, as if he intends to force his way inside and shove his cum right into your depths.

Suddenly, with a sudden, sharp tug on your hips, he pushes you forward off his lap. Before you can catch your balance, he's gripping your hips and pulling them back, shoving your upper body down onto the seats so you’re folded in half. The leather is cold and smooth against your palms as he positions you in front of him with him fucking into you from behind.

He wastes no time, gripping your hips hard enough to leave finger shaped bruises on your skin as he hilts inside you with one brutal, balls-deep thrust. The angle is different like this, allowing him to plunge even deeper, his spongy tip slamming into your cervix as he grips your hair and tugs your head back.

You're forced to arch your back, neck craning to look up in front of you as your boyfriend sets a vicious pace pounding into your slick pussy. Drool drips down your chin, a strand of saliva connecting your lower lip to your chin as garbled moans and desperate cries spill from your plush lips. "Fu-fuck, I’m s-sorry baby... f-feels so good, I... m-more,"

Your words come out slurred, broken by every hard thrust that rocks your whole body forward, his grip iron tight on your hips as he keeps you exactly where he wants you, bent over in the seat like a perfect little mess just for him. The second that needy little more slips out, he lets out this ragged groan through gritted teeth, one hand releasing your hip only to come down with a sharp smack on your ass, making you jolt and whine.

"Oh, now you’re sorry?" he growls, voice dark and low, laced with that edge of fury he’s barely holding onto. "Didn't sound sorry when you were running your fuckin' mouth back there."

Your ass jiggles and ripples with every impact of his pelvis against your rear, the lewd slaps echoing in the chamber. Your plump pussy lips hug his shaft like a fleshy vise, the puffy skin stretched taut around his girth, glistening with your arousal, and each time he draws his thick cock back, you grip onto him, almost sucking him back in.  Your soaked cunt makes the filthiest squelching noises as his cock plunges in and out, stirring up your juices and coating his balls with your slick essence. 

Your boyfriend moans unabashedly, head thrown back as each thrust brings him nearer to orgasm, his eyes fluttering shut. "Oh fuck, you take me so well… Shit, gonna make me cum inside you, aren't you? Can feel you tightening around me like you want it," With one last thrust, he slams your hips back against his groin, grinding your ass into his pelvis as he hits your cervix dead-on.

He throws his head back, a guttural, animalistic groan tearing from his throat as he finds his release. His cock jerks and throbs, pulsing as it paints your insides white with his hot, thick cum. Rope after rope of his seed floods your womb, filling you to the brim.

The feeling of his hot cum gushing into you triggers an overwhelming orgasm of your own. You scream, back arching almost painfully as pleasure crashes through you like a tidal wave. Your pussy clamps down on his spurting cock, the muscles rippling and milking him for every last drop of him.

He grinds against that sensitive spot deep inside you, rubbing and thrusting as he rides out the aftershocks of his climax. Every movement sends sparks of ecstasy shooting up your spine, drawing out your own mind-blowing orgasm. Your juices gush around his shaft, mixing with his cum as it squirts out around his cock with each press against that soft little sweet spot.

As the last spurts of cum paint your insides, your boyfriend leans over your back, his chest pressing into your shoulders as he pants heavily. His hands release your hips to trail slowly up your sides, almost tenderly, as if savoring the feeling of your sweat slicked flesh.

He huffs, low and warm against your skin, pressing a kiss to your shoulder now that he’s spent and still inside you. "Now we're gonna get you cleaned up and you're gonna tell my friends you're sorry for acting up. Let 'em see who you belong to."

[buckyalpine]

40s Sergeant Barnes with a nurse and a Sergeant kink (and breeding and house wife kink, virginity loss). This was supposed to be a pure smutty drabble but then I got in my feelings and added some fluff and angst but I promise Bucky is still a dirty, nasty little fuck in this. Just with a sweeter ending. The one he deserves.

Listen just imagine what a cute, sexy menace Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes would be just waking up from an injury when his eyes flutter open to the pretty nurse he’s been eyeing from the day he started. You’re not a shy, dainty little thing, nope. Not at all.

You bark out orders like a drill Sergeant and one glare from you is all it takes to get everyone in line and on task without a second thought. Even his superiors are scared of you, biting their tongue when you stitch them up and send them on their way before running off to your next patient.

Bucky was in love.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes” he rasps, throwing you a charming smirk while you roll your eyes in response, shaking your head. "How'd I get so lucky, got a my little angel tendin' to me"

“I see your injury hasn’t stopped hurt that mouth of yours Sergeant" You quirk an eyebrow while he playfully huffs as you change the dressing covering a gash on his abdomen. You swab the area clean and he doesn't flinch even though you know it must burn like hell, his muscles tensed while he continues to watch you with heart eyes. "Now you know I'm not your little angel, I got 20 other men to fix up, you better be out of this bed as soon as you're all healed up"

“C’mon sugar, you're breakin' my heart" Bucky gives you a little pout with those perfect lips and you catch the twinkle in his eye as he looks over your form with complete admiration. He loved your sassy, take no shit attitude and it's taking everything in him to calm himself down so he doesn't get a hard on right there in front of you.

"You'd tell that to a cat with three legs if it was in a nurses outfit" You try your best to not give into his flirty comments and puppy eyes, knowing damn well he's a heart breaker but he makes it so difficult when he continues to woo you with his boyish charm.

He can't help but chase after you; catching the way your eyes always dart around with anxiety when his group returns from an operation, relief flooding them when you finally spot him. He loves your indifferent attitude, patting him down to make sure he's uninjured but your furrowed brows and the tiny pout on your lips give away that you're worried.

How can he just let you go. Every time you check over him, he needs you closer.

So much closer.

-

"Ms. y/l/n, Sergeant Barnes is requesting you in his tent, he says it's urgent"

You shake your head looking over at the time, quietly making your way over to the tent he's stationed at, thankful that a number of troops were sleeping so you wouldn't be seen as you quickly slip inside.

“And what hurts now” you sass with your hands on your hips seeing the soldier in perfect health, doing your best to assess him without letting him know.

"Always checkin' over me" Bucky chuckles, seeing what you're doing; his words making your cheeks heat up, "Knew you cared about me sugar"

"Well what am I doin' here" You give him an unconvincing huff, struggling to keep your voice steady, refusing to meet his eyes, keeping your gaze on his silver dog tags instead. It doesn't help that he's handsome as hell with a light dusting of scruff covering his cheeks. Bucky's never seen you flustered before and it evokes something in him, all the blood in his body rushing south seeing your fingers twitch.

All he wanted to do was kiss you but now-

“Help your Sergeant out doll” He whispers, taking another step forward till his chest brushes against yours, his hand coming to tilt your chin up, "Will you?"

You gasp feeling his hardness press against your thigh, your heart fluttering wildly as his thumb traces your lips, any semblance of control you had slipping away feeling the warmth of his skin.

“Y-yes Sergeant Barnes”

His lips press against yours, soft and sweet, a stark contrast to the way his body was screaming for him to pick you up and toss you onto his cot.

"Sweet like sugar" He lets his hands fall to your waist, pulling you flush against his body while your arms drape on top of his shoulders. You stand on your toes chasing more of his lips and he chuckles at the needy whine you let out when he pulls away for air.

Now let's say your first night together was actually quite tame. He kisses you again and you swoon when he repeatedly checks in with you before going any further. His hand slips under your skirt, letting his fingers toy with places no on else has touched. With each night, he needs you more and more until he can't hold off any longer and neither can you.

-

You sneak into his tent and this time he doesn't hesitate to undress you completely, not when he needs you bare with nothing separating you both. You feel your heart race as he lies on top of you, draping a thin sheet over himself when you shiver at the chill night air. You feel his body heat instantly warm you up, his heavy cock resting between your soaked folds.

"Are you sure, sugar?" He asks, his hand cupping your cheek and stroking your skin.

"Please Sergeant" You whisper and the way you say his title makes his cock twitch. There's something so different about you when you're in his bed, a sweet little bunny giving herself to him completely. It drives him feral with a need to make you feel good, make you cry for his cock and his cock only, to keep you nice and full of him.

You don't look twice at anyone else and here you are completely naked in his tent with your tight little virgin cunt, your legs spread open so he can put his dick in you; there was no way he was ever going to let you go.

"You tell me if it's too much, alright?" His lips tickle your neck as kisses your skin while rubbing his heavy cock through your folds, coating it in your slick, "Breathe for me"

He slips his tags into your mouth as he starts to press in, the initial sting making you bite down hard onto the metal feeling a mix of pleasure and pain. You whine at the way he stretches you open, your thighs squeezing around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders.

"Shhh, that's it love, doin' so good for me so good for your Sergeant, look how you're takin' all of me baby" He looks down to where you're both connected as he continues to slowly push himself in till hes fully sheathed inside you. He gives you time to adjust, slipping his tags out of your lips and letting his tongue lace with yours instead, his balls already throbbing with how tightly you were squeezing his cock.

"Please-Sergeant" your heels press into his ass desperate for him to move, gasping when he starts to slowly roll his hips, barely pulling out.

"I got you love-don't worry" Bucky moves as slowly as he could not wanting to hurt you, taking just as much care of you as you had with him countless of times.

But he can only keep up at that pace for so long. Your muffled whines and moans don't help the way his mind is already spiraling. His pretty little nurse all spread out just for him, taking his raw, bare cock in her soaking pussy, squeezing him so tight, he was only a few strokes from cumming.

If it were up to him he would've proposed on the spot, thinking about making love to you on your wedding night, seeing you all shy and sweet wrapped up in soft white lace. If you were his wife, he'd take you apart every which way, not giving a fuck about traditions, taking you right on the dining room table.

You'd be the prettiest little thing for him to come home to, such a good wife all dirty just for her husband. Only he'd know the way your mouth would slobber all over his cock like your life depended on it. The way you'd moan at the taste of his cum. Bucky's eyes rolled back at the thought of you with nothing but some heels and a string of pearls he'd put around your neck while he stuffed you with cum and emptied his balls in you.

"S-Sergeant-I-oh god" You whimpered feeling his cock grow harder, your pussy pulling him right back in, feeling the coil low in your belly pull tighter and tighter as he hit that spot.

Meanwhile Bucky's jaw clenched as he felt his balls pull tight to his body, the tip leaking steadily in your pussy. His mind spiraled into places he didn't think would exist before he met you, rogue thoughts he only entertained when he had his dick in his hand. The harder he fucked you the more he thought about how gorgeous you'd look with a swollen belly.

Fuck, imagine if he got you pregnant right then and there. That nurses uniform would no longer fit you. Everyone would know he knocked you up, your perfectly round tummy carrying Sergeant James Barnes' baby, breasts heavy with milk, God, he wasn't going to last-

“Gonna let your Sergeant pump you full of cum?” He pants, letting his hands grip onto your hips like his life depends on it, the wiry hair at the base of his cock rubbing against your clit.

“Yes!!” You sob, biting down onto his shoulder to keep your cries down while he continues to fuck you into oblivion. You don't understand how such filth can spew from that pink, pouty little mouth of his. "Please-please-need-youI-I'm gonna-"

"M'yours sweet girl, m'all yours, go on, cum for me love, cum on my cock, it's all yours" He gazed into your eyes, cooing at your parted lips and sweat slicked skin. It didn't take long for you to shatter around him his lips smashing against yours to swallow your moans.

"Want your cum Sergeant" You beg , desperate to have him claim you from the inside.

"Oh fuck baby, y-you can't say that, m-gonna, oh fuckkk" Your words throw Bucky right off the edge as he lets out a deep groan stilling his hips and shooting endless ropes of his spend into you. You both lay in comfortable silence, your fingers playing with his hair; his usual kempt brown locks now disheveled .

“Y’know m’gonna marry you” his scruffy cheek nuzzles into your neck as he continues to stay deep inside you as his cock softens, “after all this is over. Gonna put a ring on that finger”

His words send a different wave of emotions over you, feeling more safe than ever, clinging onto him as tightly as possible. You let a whimper slip out and he pulls away from your neck with an expression of concern.

“What is it love” Bucky coos, wiping away the tears that slip you, stroking your cheek while you bite back a sniffle.

“Do you mean it? After this is all over?” You weren't sure what Bucky would want-there was still a war going on. Anything could happen. Perhaps this was just to keep his bed warm. Something to keep him calm, you were just someone to-

"Of course sugar" Bucky presses a firm kiss to your forehead, silencing the thoughts that tried to run wild. "You're mine"

-

And of course he gets his happy ending. Because when it's all over, he gets the ring for the girl he loves. He's on one knee, proposing to you with the sweetest words. He treats you like a princess on your wedding night, making love all night long until the sun is up.

There isn't a surface in the house he's left untouched. Nothing makes him more feral than moaning for his pretty wife, constantly taking her hand and wrapping it around his cock, watching that diamond glint with each stroke.

It doesn't take long for you to feel a little squeamish, knowing all the tell tale signs.

The day you tell him he's going to be a dad is one of the happiest days of his life. There isn't a single night that goes by where he isn't nuzzling his face into your tummy, talking to your little one.

Everything was perfecttt.

[be-xkyy]

yandere cowboy x boss's daughter who is an innocent country girl and barely knows that the person she trusts most is the one she should fear most

Well, I have a few ideas coming to mind about this scenario but I'll pick one for now.

Tw: Yandere, violence, blood, breeding, dirty talk , naive reader.

Masterlist

Yandere cowboy who works for your father for a while now. He's one of his most trusted workers and your father isn't the type to trust many people.

He always does jobs here and there on the ranch helping to put up wire fences so cattle don't escape, looking for cattle when they enter other lands, threatening neighboring ranchers when they don't want to return cows or sheep.

In his defense, they deserve a bullet in the head for trying that shit with him.

But the job he likes the most is taking care of you, the beautiful and naive daughter of his boss. He simply fell in love with you since he saw you for the first time a few years ago.

You were all pretty behind your father in that flowery dress, cowboy boots, your braided hair... and how can we forget your cute tits.

Tits he thought about that same night as he masturbated, his calloused hand wrapped around his hard member as he rubbed vigorously imagining you looking up at him with your big eyes as you ride him your tits bouncing on his face it's so good he ends up cumming all over his hand.

You are indeed a pretty little thing all smiles and ignorant of the world and people's intentions. Raised and protected by your father kept under his wing for far too long after all you are his only daughter.

It's inevitable that he ends up threatening and beating to death your countless suitors who shamelessly approach you believing they have a chance, no fucking way will it happen. not on his watch.

He simply corners them away from your sight and beats them mercilessly, he gives them a hard punch his knuckles impact their nose with a loud crunch he doesn't stop as the man falls to the floor with a broken nose.

Of course not.

He beats them until his fists are bruised and the man's face is covered in blood with a broken nose, teeth knocked out and eyes swollen he grabs them by the collar of their shirts as he growls.

“Stay away from her or i assure you this will be nothing compared to what I'll do to you, buddy”

The one who tries to make himself as presentable as possible so you won't get suspicious when he comes back to you.

He knows everything he does is worth it when you show all worried for him grabbing his calloused hands in yours, looking at his bruised knuckles asking him if he's okay with that worried tone that makes his cock hard inside his pants.

He ends up asking you to “comfort” him a little like he taught you. You both end up in the barn with him leaning you on hay bales, his hands undoing his belt and zipper before pulling down his pants along with his boxers that get caught on his knees.

Then he lifts your dress as you whine about the hay stinging your ass, he just pats your thigh to shut you up as his fingers pull down your panties, he hisses when he sees your pussy he moves his thick fingers closer inspecting your wet entrance.

“God you're so wet, for someone who acts so sweet you're a bit of a slut aren't you doll?”

He arches an eyebrow when you shake your head shyly at his words murmuring an embarrassed "I'm not..." he lets out a laugh that rumbles from deep within his chest his thick fingers don't stop moving thrusting into your hot pussy your walls squeeze his fingers like hell.

He grabs his member unable to resist any longer he uses your wetness to lubricate his cock and slide inside you, both of you let out a moan of pleasure you from the delicious stretch and him from feeling your walls throb around him he murmurs.

“What a tight fucking pussy you have so hungry for my fat cock baby doll.”

He moves his hips hard his heavy balls slap against your ass and his pubic hair scrapes deliciously against your pussy, your juices forming a creamy circle at the base of his cock as your nails dig into his muscled belly for support, his moans combined and the loud wet sound of his cock pounding into your pussy fills the barn.

“You're about to cum aren't you baby doll? Fuck–of course you're about to cum your pussy is getting so tight right now I think you want to rip my cock off.”

His hands tighten their grip on your waist and you just mumble stupidly wrapping your legs tightly around his waist your boots dig into his ass as you cum letting out a high pitched moan your eyes roll back in your head from the intense pleasure, he growls thrusting into you hard chasing his own orgasm that doesn't take long to come.

With one last thrust he thrusts deep inside you, stopping his movements and letting his semen explode, flooding your interior with its swimmers. Who knows, maybe today will be the day when his seed finally takes root inside you. He would be the best father, the best husband and the best successor for your father. Your father will also see it that way. Because it would be a shame to have to kill him, after all, they are almost family, right..?

[pleasureable]

Pink Goes Well with Purple

Summary - After entering in a series of death games, a popstar fallen from grace finds comfort in a certain purple haired stranger.

Warnings - mentions of reader having pink hair (hence the title lol), ooc Thanos?, bad writing, please excuse any grammatical errors, this is pretty short

A/N - this is my first ever attempt at writing fanfiction for a character so I know this story might be hot ass, I just really wanted to jump on the Thanos bandwagon since he's one of my favs from this season and there's not enough fics on here for him to quench my thirst lol

Once a universally loved popstar, the emotional distress caused by the separation from your ex-boyfriend caused you to fall down a rabbit hole of sex and drugs, not to mention the $70,000,000 lawsuit you were slapped with after punching a paparazzi for putting his camera just a tad bit too close to your face. The heavy fallout from the legal battle was enough to make the whole world turn its back on you. Essentially blacklisted from the industry as a whole, you were desperate to rebuild your image (or at least get your money back) in any way you possibly could.

That's when you were approached by a man in a suit offering you $100,000 if you beat him in a game of ddakji. Managing to win 2 out of the 3 games played, you were given your $200,000 as promised by the suit-clad man standing before you.

"You know, I have a simple solution to your debts." he said. You were confused as to how he knew you had debts, you didn't recall mentioning your financial situation to him, at all. You tried to brush his comment off, maybe he had seen your name in a tabloid mentioning your lawsuit somewhere and he recognized you.

"How do you know I'm in debt?"

No answer, he just pulled a card out of the inside pocket in his suit and handed it to you. "We don't have many spots left so if you're interested, please call us as soon as possible." Then, he was gone.

You spent the rest of the day looking at the brown business card given to you, you took notice of the shapes that were on the front of it. The simplistic design of the card was weirdly intriguing. On the back, a phone number. On one hand, you didn't want to be wasting your time. On the other hand, you needed money in order to rebuild your life. So, this could either be the biggest scam or the biggest blessing of your entire life.

Fuck it, you dialed.

You didn't really know it at the time, but that phone call would unleash a chain of events that would change your life, forever.

That's how you winded up in the situation you were in now. Transported to a room designed to simulate a courtyard, a giant doll on the other side of the room.

Suddenly, you heard a voice come up from behind you, "Hey señorita" the deep voice spoke. Turning your head around, your eyes were met with the sight of a tall, purple haired man. "Knew I recognized that pretty pink hair from somewhere. You're that singer that socked that paparazzi guy in the face; Y/N, right?"

"Yes, Y/N. Who are you?" I said back. "You don't know who I am?" He said, a twinge of pretend hurt in his voice. "Am I supposed to?" You always had a slight dislike for people who expected everyone to know who they were. Clearly, this guy was one of those people.

"No, but we can get to know each other. Tell me about yourself, beautiful."

"Are you flirting with me?" a slight smirk began to form on your face. While his attitude was a bit off-putting, he was pretty cute.

"Yo, pink hair, you're so fine

like a bouquet of flowers, all intertwined

You're the rose to my thorn, the petal to my stem

Red, orange, yellow, green

I'm a legend, Thanos"

You giggled at his comically bad attempt at freestyling. "Thanos, huh? I guess that would explain the purple hair. Although, you're not as hideous as the titan."

"I'll take that as a compliment, petal."

Masked men wearing pink jumpsuits began to round up every other person who was dressed in the same blue-green sweatsuit as you and Thanos; you did a quick head count, confirming the amount of people to be about 400. Once a female voice on the intercom explained that you were all going to participate in a game of Red Light Green Light, the big robotic doll began to recite the games' chant.

Red light, a bee had landed on the neck of the girl standing in front of Thanos while the doll was scanning the room for movement. ''There's a bee on you, don't freakout." Instantly, the girl began to swat at her neck in an attempt to get the insect off. While the scene unfolding was slightly amusing to watch, your heart felt like it had stopped once a single bullet pierced her forehead. Her blood had splattered onto Thanos's face, and you watched as his face dropped once her body hit the ground.

Green light, Thanos picked up his cross-shaped necklace and opened it, revealing an array of colorful, circular pills. "Want one, petal? They'll help you relax." Red light, you stood still while staring at the pills in his hands; you had been clean for a little over 3 months now, but pill popping had never sounded better. "Fuck it, give me one."

Green light, he quickly placed a blue colored pill in your hand then grabbed an orange pill for himself. He grabbed your hand and started to lead you both further across the courtyard. Immediately, you began to feel the effects of the mysterious pill you had just ingested. As you continued to advance through the game, your vision became nothing but a colorful kaleidoscopic blur. The sudden energy burst allowed you and Thanos to quickly cross the red finish line, jumping, dancing, and twirling together on the way there.

After the game was over, the remaining players were all taken back to the room where your bunk beds were. You and Thanos were standing against a wall together, giggling at seemingly nothing. "Stick with me from now on, petal. I'll protect you." He said, finishing his statement off with a playful wink. "THE Thanos wants to protect me? Wow, I'm so fucking lucky" you chuckled. "I'm serious! I wouldn't want anything to happen to my flower now, would I?"

You just looked at him with a slight smile. His nickname for you made you blush, your cheeks taking on a subtle hue that matched your hair. He had such a way with words, you couldn't help but be totally charmed by him. "Fine then, let's team up. Thanos the Mad Titan and Y/N, Popstar Fallen from Grace; world's greatest duo." Your words made him smile like an idiot. He loved your company already.

"Of course we're the world's greatest duo. Pink goes well with purple, petal."

[archangeldyke-all]

reader being jealous bc girls where hitting on plug sev at the house party

maybe some jealous sex?!

oh fuck yes

men and minors dni

it's hard for plugs to compete with dispensaries nowadays. so, since you've started dating her, you've started helping her add a little extra flare to her buisness.

you buy her cute little baggies to make deliveries in, tying ribbons around the top just for some extra fun.

you make delicious edibles, batch after batch of gooey brownies and cinnamon rolls coming out of your oven (you wearing a flouncy little pink apron sevika bought for you.)

and you always accompany sevika on her longer deliveries, keeping her company and making sure she's getting all her money.

sevika makes good money, but with your help, she's making great money.

and now it's the holidays-- the busiest time of the year for a dealer. people are desperate to relax amidst all the seasonal stress and extended family time.

sevika's been making bank.

today, the two of you were invited to an old friend's holiday party to sell. which is how you find yourself hauling crates of christmas ribbon wrapped dime bags, batches of laced christmas cookies, and a variety of chirstmas themed glass pipes into a mansion on a cold december evening.

"baby, you're gonna break one of your nails!" sevika gasps when she sees you, snatching the trays of cookies out of your hands. you chuckle.

"i'm jus' tryna help you unload."

"you don't need to help me do anything, doll. you just gotta sit inside and look pretty-- lure some customers over for us." she says with a wink. you laugh and elbow your girlfriend.

"how much are we trying to make tonight?" you ask.

sevika shrugs. "i'd be happy with a thousand." you scoff. sevika looks over at you with a smirk. "what?"

"baby, we're making more than a thousand."

"what makes you so sure?"

"have you tried my cookies?!"

sevika cackles and pulls you in for a kiss with her free arm.

as much as you love an excuse to dress up-- you hate parties. so does sevika. so, you guys set up in a dark little corner and have a few drinks while you wait for guests to arrive. sevika rolls joints and has you lick them shut. you elbow her when she starts to give you bedroom eyes. "the dj isn't even here yet, sev, you're gonna have to wait."

"i'm just lookin' at you! i can look at you as much as i want, you're my girlfriend." she says with a grin. you giggle and kiss her cheek.

sevika eats one of your cookies and moans obscenely. you roll your eyes, but your cunt throbs. she shoves half the cookie in your mouth before you can refuse. you giggle around crumbs.

by the time guests start to arrive, you're feeling ready for social interaction. you're loose on the spiked eggnog, giggly from sevika's flirtations, and your edible's just starting to kick in, making you feel chatty and sociable.

so, when a girl approaches sevika with a friendly smile and a lingering glance, it takes you a little longer than it usually would for you to realize that this bitch is flirting with sevika.

at least, you're 80% sure.

she's licked her lips like twelve times since she's come over, she's been talking to sevika for ten minutes, and she hasn't looked at you once. but you can't freak out yet, because she hasn't done anything really wrong... yet.

"so... are you interested in buying anything?" you ask.

the girl blinks over at you, then laughs and looks back at sevika. "no... but i might need a dealer in the future. could i get your number, just in case, sev?" she asks, reaching across the table and touching sevika's bicep.

your stomach lurches, and your nostrils flare. "oh, fuck no." you grumble.

sevika reaches out and clamps a strong arm around your waist, keeping you pinned to your seat. you growl. the woman across your table doesn't even notice. "'m afraid i only give my number to repeat customers. 's just a matter of security." she says.

"mmm. well maybe i could get it for a different reason?"

you might go to jail tonight.

sevika pinches your hip, and she speaks. "no, you can't. you can fuck off, actually. you've wasted my time and disrespected my girlfriend."

"you have a girlfriend?"

you have to laugh.

you rip yourself out of sevika's grip, grab one of the fat pre-rolls on the table and storm off to the patio, trying to convince yourself not to go back and do something that will get you arrested. this is a rich neighborhood. the cops will be called even if you only pull a little bit of her hair out. or bite her just a bit. or scratch her eyes with your fresh christmas themed stiletto set.

"fucking bitch!" you scream, kicking over a garden gnome. you pout a bit when his head comes off. "sorry." you say, bending over to pick him up and put his head back on. "sorry."

you get about halfway through your calm-down joint before sevika finds you.

"what're you doing out here?"

"i had ran watch the table for me."

"no, i mean, shouldn't you be with your new girlfriend?" you ask. sevika chuckles and you glare at her.

"baby." she reaches out and grabs your wrist. you let her tug you into her chest, groaning as she does. "do you really think i'd cheat on you? or are you just possessive?" she asks. you glare up at her, then pout. she grins and nods. "possessive." she decides. "i can work with that."

before you can respond, sevika's plucking the joint out of your hands, stubbing it out and pocketing it, and tugging you into the shrubbery beside the patio.

sevika pins you to a cold dark brick wall, and she shoves her mouth against yours before you can gasp. oh fuck. sevika's kissing you like she's gonna fuck you; her tongue sliding against yours, her moans low and emphatic. her hands are shoving your clothes up, the night air making you shiver and jump, her warm fingers making you melt in her hold.

"mmmph... seb--" you mumble against her. she pulls back to start sucking hickeys on your throat, her hands fondling your tits. "sevika!"

"you wan' me to stop?" she asks.

you consider the question. it's quiet out-- just the sound of your heaving breaths, some crickets, and the bushes rustling as sevika moves against you. your cunt's throbbing. before you can answer, sevika speaks again.

"i don't think you do. i think you're so fuckin' needy for me that you get stupid. you forget, don't you? forget how good i am to you? forget that i worship you?"

"i-i get jealous..." you whine.

sevika laughs and shoves a thigh between yours. "i know baby. i think it's cute. need me to remind you how much i love you?" she asks, her hand trailing up your thigh and ducking under your skirt. she fiddles with the thin band of your panties. you whimper.

"y-yes please." you whine. sevika grins, and then she shoves her hand down your panties. "f-fuck! your fingers are so big." you whine as she shoves her pointer finger inside you. she chuckles.

"you're so fuckin' wet, fuck, i love this pussy. i love you. so fuckin' cute tonight in your little christmas sweater-- y' look like a gingerbread house."

you giggle at your girlfriend's rambling, then sneak your hands up under her shirt and start scratching her back. sevika growls and bites your neck again. "fuck!" you squeak.

"shush!" sevika giggles. "fuck. can't wait to get home. gonna eat you up, my gingerbread girl."

you groan. "corny!"

sevika giggles. "whatever. i'll sit on your face, than."

"yes please." you whine.

sevika starts to work another finger inside of you, and you cum, shivering in her arms as she kisses you to muffle your moans.

"you're so fuckin' hot, baby, oh my god." sevika whines. "fuck, fuck i'm gonna be wet all fuckin' night."

"i'll take care of you, sev."

"now?" she asks, hopefully.

you giggle and kiss her. "after you make your thousand." you promise.

sevika groans and smacks your ass.

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[rosedpetal]

Behave

Summary: Bucky shows you what happens when you test him.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: smut.

Minors, do not interact.

Masterlist | Part II

You didn't mean to be so overbearing, but you just loved him so much.

"Doll, you have to stop giving the stinky eye to these women. It's getting embarrassing." He whispered on your ear, his grip tightening just a little bit on your arm as he smiled for the people schmoozing at Tony's gala event. "Seriously, when did you get so jealous?"

"Jealous?" You scoff, adjusting the skirt of your long dress, softening the slightly wrinkled fabric. "Barely. I just wish you didn't look so smug with all those single bitches fawning over you."

"In my time, we used to call them spinsters." Bucky raised his eyebrow at you.

"Well, that's just sexist."

"And calling them bitches is not?"

Your glare made him shut his mouth, a little smirk threatening to tug at the corner of his lips.

"I get it, okay? I'm being too much. It's just that I'm so obsessed with you. Why can't I just be one of those wives who barely wait for their husbands to drop dead?" You sighed, adjusting his tie.

He chuckles, a low rumble reverberating through his chest. He trapped your chin between his thumb and index finger, amused at you. "You're crazy, you know that? But it's okay. Your psycho side is almost as cute as your clingy and needy one."

You roll your eyes. "Gotta admit, though. You looked really hot over there talking to them and signing autographs and all. If I didn't want to stab your guts off, I'd be horny... " You paused. "Okay. I'm horny either way."

"Behave." Bucky hissed, looking around to see if anyone was paying attention to the two of you. At the sound of your little crazed giggle, he snapped his head back to you. "How much have you had to drink, by the way?"

"I didn't drink that much. I don't know what's taken over me, okay? You're just... Ugh!" You groaned, and Bucky blinked, a little taken aback. "You're hot. Are you taken?" You playfully bat your eyelashes at him and he chuckles.

"Well, I do have a wife. But she's quite small, so I think you can take me from her if you want to." He smirked, rubbing circles on the small of your back.

"Ugh, you're married? I bet she's a fucking witch."

Bucky shakes his head, getting his lips close to your ear. "Honestly... My wife is quite crazy. Sometimes I'm scared at how unhinged she can be when she's jealous."

"Is she hot, though?"

"Oh... She's so hot. Just thinking of her has me feeling all types of way... But she's also quite needy. It gets on my fucking nerves. I swear, that woman could drop on her knees to beg for my attention."

"Is begging the only good thing she can do on her knees, though?" You purr.

Bucky checks again for any nosy listeners, relaxing a bit as he realizes you're too are safe.

"Well... She also prays really well, just like a good girl should."

Your could feel your gaze becoming a little unfocused, your core warming up. "I wanna choke you so bad."

Bucky's face and neck turn a little red. "Jesus, baby. What has gotten into you tonight? Is it all because I dressed up?"

"Maybe. Do you think it's possible for humans do go into heat?"

"Oh. I don't know, are you?"

"Breed me. Breed me. Breed me." You chanted on his ear, and his grip on your hips tightened almost painfully.

"Stop right this second." He hisses. "I do not need this right now. Are you trying to get me hard in public, you little shit?"

"Is it working?"

"You're going to pay for this."

"Are you gonna give me your belt tonight?"

"Y/N-"

"What? Is this too kinky for you? Is the idea of marking my ass with your leather belt too much for your poor brain to handle right now, baby?"

Bucky closes his eyes, fists clenching on his sides. Then, he grabs you by your waist, pulling you to the nearest room he could find.

He swiftly unlocks the door, assessing the small supply closet you two are in. It's not ideal, but it'll be enough. His hand fly to your throat, pressing on it slightly, eyes darkened with desire, his slacks tight and uncomfortable. "Filthy little tease. You enjoy riling me up, don't you? Do you think you'll get away with this little stunt you just pulled, huh?"

His vibranium hand snakes under your dress through the slit on your thigh, his eyes darkening at how soaked your underwear is. "Tsk. Does being a little slut make you wet, baby?"

You whimper, completely overtaken by lust, his digits teasing your clothed clit. "You can try to give me shit for misbehaving, but you love how obsessed I am with you, isn't that right? You crave my attention. You thrive on how needy I can get for you."

Bucky's eyes darken, the beautiful expansion of his blue irises only getting noticed by you by the moonlight reflecting through the small window.

"You're giving me fucking butterflies, Bucky. What the fuck? Wasn't that supposed to stop after we got married?" Your brows furrow, your indignant tone making a little snicker escape him. He hooks his finger on the waistband of your panties, a sharp tug being enough to rip your underwear.

"I didn't vow to bore you 'til death do us part, doll. I'll never stop making you feel this way." He whispered, gaze softening at you. Time seemed to stop as he inched closer to you, lips brushing against your red painted ones. "I fucking love you, you unhinged little thing."

"Love you too, baby." Your eyes close shut, mouth hanging open as he fingers you in the supply closet, swallowing your moans with his tongue, bucking his hips on your hand as you palm him through the straining fabric.

Reaching down, you swiftly undo his slacks, pulling them low enough just to free his twitching cock, guiding the thick head to your entrance.

With how lubricated you are, he only has to spit on his cock and moisten the length with his hand, a low growl leaving his mouth as he sink on your heat, inch by inch.

There's a moment of silence as you two lock eyes, your weeping pussy welcoming him with a tight grip that he swears it makes him harden, if that's even possible.

Your head falls back with the first shallow thrusts, a small gasp leaving your lips. Bucky's gritting his teeth, pulling you up, your legs wrapping around his middle. Then, he slams into you.

You can't even speak, getting your walls bullied repeatedly by your husband's thick cock. "F-fuck! Bucky, ohmygod, wait!"

He smirks, not slowing down a second. "I told you were gonna pay for being a menace tonight. What's the problem, baby? What happened to the slut who told me to breed her just a few minutes ago? Where is she? Huh?" He circles his hips, buried deep inside you, making you see white. He swats your thigh, his voice rough. "Answer me."

A little, humiliating whine escapes you, and he chuckles again.

"See, baby? How I can fuck the brat out of you? How you should think before riling me up? How you can't back up for your little antics?" His vibranium thumb circles your clit, the coolness of it only serving to make you orgasm quicker.

Bucky moans at your walls clamping violently on him, a grip so deliciously tight it makes him wanna pull his own hair. So he tugs hard at your locks instead, exposing your neck for his greedy lips as he comes inside you.

[voxslays]

ASTRAY — THANOS

A/N: This is a request for an anon!! Here’s the original request. I hope you like this! I haven’t written a good oneshot in a while, so I hope this isn’t terrible, even though it’s a little short. <3

You had fallen from grace. Once, you had been a k-pop idol with a very unique style. At first, people had loved your music, said it was a breath of fresh air. But over time, they started to feel a disdain for your brand. Other stars would go out of their way to start dramas and controversies for no other reason than to make you look bad. And now you were at your worst.

You had taken a break from the Korean music industry, only to find yourself in a world of unreasonable debt—a debt you would never be able to pay. And then you found yourself in another hell. What were you supposed to do when a man came up to you saying he could make all your problems dissapear if you played a few children’s games? Regrettably, you took the bait.

On the staircase to the first game, you met a tall, purple-haired man named Thanos. He was tall and somewhat lanky. His nails were painted the colors of the rainbow, and he had a few tattoos scattered on his body—primarily on his large, veiny hands. “Hey Señorita!” Thanos purrs, leaning forwards as you move along the staircase to the first ‘game’. “What are you doing here?”

“I have debt. Just like you.” You say dismissively. Thanos chuckles lowly and nods, his rainbow nails tapping against his chin as you continue to the first game. You step outside into a large square arena, with a large doll wearing an orange and yellow dress surrounded by two guards at the far end.

Thanos suddenly walks infront of you and starts rapping, making you cringe. “Sumanheun ideul sok chajattne, baro.” You feign disgust. “Japchodeul sa-i hwaljjak pin nae beauty flower.” You roll your eyes at his attempt to woo you. He playfully makes some weird ass rapper hand movements.

"Ppaljunocho, I'm a legend Thanos." He winks and smooths back messy his purple hair. “Pureudengdeng noksaek bitkkal. Naege balkhyeo jwo green light!” He makes a circular movement with his arms. “I like you.” Thanos makes a heart with his thumb and ring finger.

You start giggling. He starts laughing too. “What? You don’t like my rapping skills?” He jokes and looks at you with a smirk—although deep down you can tell he’s slightly embarrassed and flustered. “You’re cute.” You smile, booping his nose. “I’ll think about it.” You say, walking away. Behind you, Thanos pumps his fist excitedly in the air. Maybe you would be teaming together.

[sugawhaaa]

☆------------Scandalous

P1harmony reaction:: wearing something revealing around them

Warnings//genre:: suggestive, fluff, comfort, possessive ass keeho and Theo, kind of some perverted content 🤭

Pairing:: ot6!p1h x fem!bodied!reader

A/N:: WOOWEE I had this in my drafts since...God damn April but ✨️here we are gang ✨️ also I'm actually tweaking over how cute this is agahenwnwiwo I need Theo and the maknaes rn. Give me ur love

Keeho ⭐️

Keeho was working in his room on his computer before leaning back, sighing before massaging his brows. He then heard the door creak open and he turns to you with a smile. "Hey, baby- oh wow," he chuckles before looking down at the floor, before quickly stealing another glance at you. "What's with the get-up?" He smirks and leans back in his chair, his index finger lingering around his lips.

"I just thought it'd be a fun outfit to wear on some nights out and I wanted to show you," you turn slightly, looking at yourself in the tight latex body suit. "I could pair it with a lot of different outfits and it'd do good for a lot of Halloween costumes," you give him a thumbs up but he's a little distracted, looking at how the latex hugs your ass and thighs and outlines your breasts nicely. The zipper is undone a little too to expose your cleavage.

"A night out hm?" He tilts his head up.

"Yeah why?" You look a little disappointed and keeho smiles.

"Oh baby, I just don't want other guys staring at you. You know I can't help but get jealous," he shrugs, shaking his head and you put a hand to your hip.

"And if I bring you with me on these nights out?"

"Perfect, so I can jump any guy looking at you the wrong way," he smiles before inviting you to sit on his lap.

Theo ⭐️

Theo was just setting up to watch a movie with you in his room. He had everything prepared except for popcorn. He stood by the microwave watching the timer go until you walked up to him, wearing a lingerie-looking dress. His cheeks turned pink but he instantly played it off. He takes you to his room and as soon as you step in the doorway he sets the popcorn down and pins you to the bed.

"Babe what are you-" you chuckled, surprised by how much he reacted. "T-Theo what are you doing?" you tried asking for the second time but you were interrupted by his teeth nibbling at your neck. You moaned softly before covering your lips quickly. You felt your body getting weak and you fell beneath him. "I thought we were watching a movie tonight?"

"I'd rather watch you bounce on my cock," he smirks softly against your skin before licking up the mark he left.

"B-Babe," his words caught you off guard and made your heart flutter. You put a hand on the back of his head, feeling his soft and light hair.

"Wouldn't you rather that too?" He looks up at you, hinting at asking for consent.

Jiung ⭐️

The two of you were getting ready for date night and you decided to be a little bold and wear something more revealing than usual. You had a nice dress that had a slit down the side, exposing your leg, and it was strapless. It also came with a pair of gloves that matched the vibe well. You throw on some heels and some nice accessories before dolling up your hair and makeup.

Jiung turns around to look at you for the big reveal and his jaw literally drops. He soaks up every inch of your body, his mouth watering. "Oh my god babe," he laughs in disbelief. "Wow, I'm way underdressed now," he blushes before stepping a bit closer. "Do a spin," he twirls his finger and you giggle softly.

You do a little twirl around in your fit, your dress spinning with you. You stumble on your heels and tumble forward a little. Jiung catches you by your arms and smiles. "I feel like I'm in a K-drama. Saving my beautiful damsel in distress," Jiung laughs and you straighten yourself up.

"It kinda does feel like that," you chuckle before looking up at him confidently. "Cmon, we're gonna be late," you kiss him softly, your cherry lipgloss rubbing off on his lips, filling his senses with your scent that makes his heart race.

Intak⭐️

You and your boyfriend were getting ready for bed like usual and he was already tucked in, ready for the night. You came back from the bathroom wearing a new pajama set, hello kitty themed, with fuzzy pants that were low waisted and a cropped and breathable top. The shirt was a little see through and he could see...

He found his face warming up and he quickly rolled over. "Huh, something wrong taki?" You chuckle before taking a sip of water and turning off the night light. He rolls back over to face you, stealing another glance at your tits.

"Nope, all good," he nods and you stretch your arms up, yawning, and your shirt lifts up just enough for him to catch a glimpse of your underboob and your gut tucked in, flexing your ribcage. His face flushes a deeper shade of red as he watches. "You doing that on purpose?" He asks genuinely and you tilt your head.

"Doing what?" You chuckle and he rolls over.

"Nevermind, just...expect me to have wet dreams," he mumbles but you can still hear him.

"Say what?!"

Soul⭐️

Soul much preferred spending nights inside together rather than out partying or drinking but tonight he branched off just a little. He was taking you out to an arcade, truly a cute date idea, so you decided to get a bit more dolled up for this special night. You wore an adorable pink and white dress but there was a slight problem, it hardly covered your ass...

You stepped out of your room to show Soul your outfit and smile nervously before doing a little spin. "I really like this dress but...if I bend over can you see anything," you bend over a little and Shota blushes, your panties in full view.

"U-Uh yeah...but I'll cover you if needed!" He smiles determinedly. "It's such a cute dress, I wanna see you wear it. I promise I'll make sure to cover you, like a personal guard," he puts a hand to his head and you chuckle softly.

"Thank you shota," you smile and he nods with a gummy smile.

"I'll use my bag or just my body," he shows you his tote bag, covered in anime and Pokémon pins, with a thumbs up and a wink.

Jongseob⭐️

Making Jongseob flustered is literally your favorite thing. He always becomes a big dummy who doesn't know how to act or keep his mind off of the dirty facts. So tonight you decided to wear something that hugged your tits nicely while also showing your cleavage a lot. The outfit wasn't too eccentric, just a tight cropped top and a skirt with some leg warmers and a little hand bag but it had Seobie fumbling.

As you went to put your shoes on you continued to hold your bag and Jongseob rushed over to you. "I can take your shoes, I mean your bag," he shakes his head, blushing as he watches you lean down to put on your shoes, your chest nearly spilling out from your shirt. He blushes and you hand him your bag with a smile.

"Thanks seob," you bend over to slip your shoes on and Jongseob takes a step back, stealing a little glance at your ass as you bend over. Oh god, he's such a bad person but he can't help it. When you stand up and turn to him, taking your bag back, his eyes are deliberately staring at your cleavage. "Eyes are up here," you smile and he becomes as red as a tomato.

"S-Sorry...you know how I get..."

[larluce]

First I wanted to say hello and tell you that I love your works. They really have me on the edge of my seat every time I read them.

Second. Can you imagine that Merlin, in some new alternative universe, for some reason, upon arriving in Camelot, arrives with a baby? It's all still a Merthur ending, it should be noted.

Like, we know that Merlin was already a bit of an outcast in the village for the reason that nobody knew who his father was and even more so because strange things were always happening around him.

The situation gets much worse when he finds a crying baby in the middle of a burnt tent near the village.

Will and his mother try to help him for a while, but with the visits of the evildoers to the village becoming more and more frequent, Merlin and the baby have no choice but to go to Camelot.

And so the adventures begin!

Only now Arthur wonders if they can make crowns for babies, because he is willing to marry Merlin and legally adopt the baby as his own.

And Morgana… well, she and Gwen enjoy dressing up the baby in all the clothes from her old dolls. Not to mention that she notices that by taking naps with the baby she no longer has nightmares.

The knights become, in some way or another, glorified nannies. The servants and maids must chase after a baby who never stops causing mischief in the castle.

And Merlin just wants to survive colic season and potty train his baby… and everything would be easier if there weren't a murderer or a resentful wizard trying to kill Arthur every 3 minutes.

First, thank you so much for the compliments! 🥹🤧❤️

About the concept. I love it! I don't think going to Camelot to live would be Merlin or Hunith's first option for a baby that can't control their magic at all. So I firmly believe Hunith would send Merlin with the baby there so Gaius can take them to a druid camp so they could take refuge there.

The problem is, before Gaius can do so, Merlin is made the prince's personal manservant. Merlin can't exactly deny the king and he does need the money to take care of his baby so he decides to stay to Gaius dismay. Gaius and Merlin try to keep the baby hided at first so they take turns taking care of her (in my mind is a her) in Gaius' tower in secret. It works out for some weeks but then the plague (Nimueh's Afanc) happens and Arthur searches Gaius' tower.

Arthur: (enters Merlin's room) Merlin: (running inside) Arthur, wait! Baby: (sitting on the bed, looks up at Arthur and gives a cute giggle) Arthur: (Turns to Merlin slowly) Merlin? Merlin: Yeah? 😅 Arthur: Why is there a baby in your bed? Merlin: (in panic, shouts the first thing that comes to his mind) She is mine! Arthur: ... Arthur: What? 😧 Merlin: (repeats more quietly but more firmly) She is mine. (runs to hold her up and embraces her) She is my daugther. Arthur: (thinking) But... but he is so young. (says) Where's the mother? Merlin: (with pain as he remembers the burnt tent) She passed away. Arthur: (his heart hurting for Merlin) I'm so sorry. But Gods Merlin, why didn't you tell me? I wouldn't have given you so many chores if I knew... (thinking) And I almost sacked you. I almost sacked a single father with a baby in arms! (says) And why the hell are you hiding her? Merlin: I... wasn't sure if I could keep her. Arthur: Of course you can keep her! What kind of master do you think I am? Knight x: (from outside) Sire? Arthur: (shouts back) In a minute! (to Merlin) What's her name? Merlin: Brigitta. Arthur: (repeats softly and smiles) Brigitta.

From then on, Arthur doesn't give Merlin as many chores and raises his salary considerably. And then everybody else finds out about Briggitta and go "I've only met Brigitta for a day and a half, but if anything happened to her, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself".

Some events would change, obviously, and some would remain the same but with a new perspective. I don't think Merlin would have time to make Lancelot a fake seal, for example, having to look after Brigitta and all. I can imagine Lancelot becoming Brigitta's first unnofficial babysiter, then Arthur makes it official so poor Lancelot has a salary and a place to stay in Camelot. The Poisoned Chalice episode would remain the same, except Arthur would be more in panic mode and desperate because MERLIN HAS A DAUGHTER! BRIGITTA CAN'T LOSE HER FATHER TOO!

I think it would be The Beginning of the End where Arthur and Morgana find out about Brigitta's magic and Merlin's magic. Not because they discovered her, surprisingly, but Merlin decided to tell them all the truth about her and himself after seeing how they saved Mordred. Also, since Merlin saw Brigitta's possible future in Mordred, he wants to leave Camelot too to keep her safe. Screw all what the dragon told him about destiny, his daugther comes first.

So Merlin and Brigitta are about to leave with Mordred with the druids. They are having a heartfelt goodbye with Arthur, who scorted them there, but then...

Brigitta: (cries very loudly in Merlin's arms and the earth starts shaking a bit) Merlin: I know, I know, baby, but we have to go. Brigitta: (cries more loudly and extends her little arms to Arthur) Arthur: (barely containing his tears) I'll miss you too, Biddy. But this is the best for you- Brigitta: ATHU! 😭 Arthur: (open his eyes wide) What did she just said? Brigitta: (still crying and making grabby hands at him) ATHU, ATHU, ATHU! 😭 Arthur: (tears roll down his eyes) She said my name... Merlin, she said my name! (grinning widely) Let me hold her one more time, please! Merlin: (gives Brigitta to Arthur) Druid leader: (urgently) We need to leave now! Merlin: (looking at Arthur and Brigitta tenderly and smiles) Leave, we'll stay.

I also can imagine Nimueh going after Brigitta's life instead of Hunith, and having to confront not only a very furious Merlin, but a feral protective prince.

That's how far my imagination can go. If you have any ideas of how Merlin and Arthur or other character would act in other episodes now with Brigitta in the equation, share it in the comments or reblogs. I'll be happy to read you 🥰

[dollychou]

DRESS-UP DOLL

𝓈ummary ʚଓ while he does not admit to it out loud, shiu absolutely loves to take you out shopping and he is rewarded with a little treat from you.

𝒸ontent ʚଓ fluff! shiu is absolutely whipped for you. suggestive towards the end.

"honey!," you call out from behind the changing room door. you open it and peek your head out, covering your upper half with the camisole top you had just tried on. "can you please get this in a bigger size? it's pretty tight on my boobs."

shiu is standing outside, leaning against the doorframe as he peers down at you with that sweet smile of his that he reserved only for you. "yes, of course dollface. which one is it? that pink one or the... lavender one you had picked out?" he gently brushes a strand of hair that had fallen in front of your face, his fingers then coming to caress your face in that loving manner of his that has your heart swelling up.

you lean into his touch, a soft pink now dusting your cheeks. "the lavender one with the floral print. you remember which one i'm talking about, right?"

"yes doll, i remember. is there anything else you need?" he looks at you with such amour in his eyes that it has your cheeks turning an even darker hue.

you shake your head 'no' and he hums before closing the door behind him. there's a tiny smirk on his face as he scours the store to find the camisole you had asked for. while he denies it every time you bring it up, you know that your man absolutely adores taking you out shopping — to walk around and help you pick out your new wardrobe, to see you try them all on, to see that pretty smile of yours when he pays for it — oh, he relishes it all.

truthfully, he doesn't understand why so many men perpetually complain when their girlfriends or wives take their time shopping — moaning and groaning for them to 'hurry up' and barely giving them any attention or praise when they ask for it. whenever he overhears a man grumble about it or just giving a simple 'it looks nice', he shoots them a nasty glare, rolling his eyes at their insufferable attitude.

he comes back with the camisole you wanted and knocks softly on your changing room door. "honey, i've got it."

you open it only a smidge before snatching the garment from his hands. "thanks baby!," you say while closing the door.

he lets out an airy sigh, chuckling under his breath at your conduct. he rests his back against the doorframe, an unlit cigarette dangling from in between his teeth. he hears some shuffling and your soft humming coming from the changing room which has a ghost of a smile appearing on his face. he shakes his head, face becoming flush thinking about you wearing all the clothes you had picked out. he runs a hand over his face, trying to cover his burning cheeks.

'jeez i'm such a loser,' he thinks to himself.

"shiu baby," he hears your honeyed voice call out for him, breaking him free from his thoughts. he leers down to see your cute head peeking out from the door, smiling dearly up at him. he can see there's a certain twinkle in your eyes but he can't place what it possibly means.

"what is it, doll?", he asks, his eyebrow raising ever so slightly.

"i need your opinion on this dress," you muse, batting your eyelashes sweetly at him.

he hums, leaning down to meet you at eye level, a small smirk tugging on the corner of his lips. "alright. come out and show me then."

you shake your head and say, "no, i need you to come inside. i can't reach the zipper so i need help with that too."

he rolls his eyes in mock exasperation, stepping inside whilst closing the door behind him. he turns to you and safe to say, he was not prepared for what lay in front of him. his jaw falls slack, the cigarette nearly falling down from his lips to the ground.

he takes in a harsh gulp while he drinks you in — you wearing the prettiest, pink lingerie set with bows homed in the centre of the bra and on the cute little panties as well. the lace embroidered on it is such a pretty detail to him — he feels like it accentuates your features so much more, giving you this dainty doll-like look. your shy, sweet demeanour only has him more roused, his heart beating quicker than ever.

"what do you think?", you trill, twirling around. "it's cute, isn't it?"

he walks towards you, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you close. he buries his face in the crook of your neck, tracing a line of soft kisses as he mumbles out, "you look divine."

you giggle softly, intertwining your fingers in his hair. "divine huh?", you muse. "that's quite high praise. you like it that much, do you?"

he simply nods, his hands roaming all over your body, nipping your supple skin which elicits a quiet hum out of you. you can't see him but you can feel him smirking against your skin, his hands now coming to rest under your plush bottom. he gives it a light squeeze that has you letting out a soft yelp. "shiu!," you whisper-yell. "what do you think you're doing?"

"what? a man can't appreciate his woman?," he murmurs as his kisses begin to trail up to your face. "especially when she looks so... heavenly."

you huff, giving him a light smack to the head. "well, don't think of doing anything in here," you scold. "this is just for home alright?"

he grumbles, the grip on your waist tightening. "fine fine," he sighs, pulling away from you, his hands lingering on you for just a few more moments before he tries to collect himself. he takes in a deep breath, stuffing his hands into his pockets, gazing anywhere but you. you notice a pale pink twinging his cheeks and you tilt your head in confusion. "what's wrong, honey?"

he lets out a tiny grumble, embarrassed at how easy it is for you to get him all riled up. he just looks down, his eyes falling upon the growing tent in his trousers. your eyes follow his until you too see what has him so flustered. you try to stifle a laugh, covering your mouth with your hand. "what happened, shiu?", you ask, feigning innocence, your hand brushing back his hair. he narrows his eyes at you — he knows that you know what's got him in such a state but you just want to to toy with him.

"shut up, woman," he mumbles. "just let me stay in here till my situation... resolves itself." he puts his hands over his crotch, trying to conceal himself.

you can't help but giggle at his crumbling poise. "gosh, you're so cute," you titter, giving him a wet peck to his nose. he cusses under his breath — both annoyed and secretly delighted at how you have him wrapped around your little finger.

© all works belong to dollychou. do not copy, repost, or translate my works.

[xzinbdg]

NO WAY BRO ❕❕

۶ৎ synopsis: sim y/n, sim jake's sister, has known lee heeseung, her older brother's best friend, for ages. In her mind, he sees her like a little sister, but in reality, he has lost all his girlfriends because of his feelings for her, too bad he's afraid of her brother's reaction.

The silence in the room was extremely loud. Sure, you did forgive him, but there were still things to be said, and that’s why you both ran away from Jake and went to your room to talk.

"So…" Heeseung started nervously, "What did you think of my performance?"

"I mean, the song could have been better, but I’m flattered," you smiled, and there was another minute of silence until Heeseung spoke again.

"Y/N, I know I said it already, but I’m really sorry… I didn’t mean for this to turn out that way…" You smiled softly; damn, you really love that man. "I know, Heeseung… Thank you for not giving up on me." Now, you both were cheesing.

"How about I take you out on a real date?" Heeseung asked. "Would you go with me?" he added.

"Of course," you responded.

Three days later, you found yourself in a pretty pink dress, all dolled up in Heeseung's car. He didn’t tell you much about where you were going; he just told you to "dress up for him," so here you were. The ride wasn’t too long; after about 20 minutes of nice chatting with him, you arrived at your destination. The view before you was beautiful; it was a nice restaurant with tables outside and a pretty stream flowing calmly behind it.

"What do you think?" Heeseung asked.

"It’s so beautiful here," you said, amazed, and he smiled while looking at your cute face.

"Our table is the last one close to the water," he said. "It’s extremely difficult to book it because it’s the best one here." You nodded, admiring his efforts.

The two of you headed inside and sat at your seats. The view was amazing; the moon reflected on the water, making it glimmer. You were truly happy in this moment. The two of you ordered dinner and just talked while enjoying your meal.

"So, umm, Heeseung? What are we?" you asked nervously after preparing yourself to say it.

"What do you want us to be, sweetheart?" he asked.

"Something more than friends…" You avoided his intense gaze.

"It’s good that I feel the same way then." He gave you a smile when you looked at him. "Does that make me your girlfriend?"

"Only if you say yes," he said.

"Yes to what?" you questioned.

"May I be your boyfriend?" you giggled at his words.

"Yes."

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۶ৎ genre: smau, brother's bestfriend, forbidden love, angst, fluff, crack

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[jehhskz]

At the dojo

summary: a little late night practice with your boyfriend

genre: fluffy smut drabble

warnings: fem! reader; smut, so mdni!

jé's note: i wanted to have a little something of mine for my baby's birthday, so i put two of my passions: karate kid universe + hyunjin together; also this is all pure delulu, i hope the description of the moves make sense 🥹

tagging: @doitforbangchan / @jeonginsleftcheek / @moonchild9350 / @athforskz i hope you enjoy this 💕

The sounds of shouts, strikes and falls were muffled and masked by the 80s rock music playlist that could be heard from outside. Your eyes widened and you nearly dropped the cake you were holding when you opened the dojo's door.

Just in time to watch when Hyunjin spun and struck another boy with a kick that sent him sprawling onto the tatami.

2 years of dating and a few competitions later and you still couldn’t say you were used to it. Even if he was the winner of most of them.

But you wouldn't lie, it had its perks too, like how gorgeous he looked all focused, sweaty and in his uniform. Or like he already taught you: his karategi.

It was all black and with no sleeves, so if there was a real champion here, it was you for not pouncing on him everytime he appeared dressed like that.

The boys clapped, cheering him and Hyunjin shook his head, looking down and chuckling. He was so adorable when he got all flustered like that.

You took your shoes off and kicked them behind as you stepped into the tatami, his eyes sparkled when he saw you there and he dashed in your direction. His face lit up, noticing the details of the cake.

“Ohh, look he has a buzz cut too” Felix pointed out when Hyunjin brought the cake to his friends to see. It was a square, with a little karate Hyunjin doll on top in a fighting pose.

“Thanks doll, I love it” Hyunjin smiled, handing the cake to Felix so he could hug and kiss you.

“I'm glad” You smiled at your boyfriend and then pulled away, pointing at him and the boys “Now, go clean up while I set it up”

The boys rushed to the locker room and you got yourself busy arranging everything you brought along with his cake. It didn’t take long until they came back, all freshened up but still wearing their training clothes.

Hyunjin pulled you to sit on his lap after you all sang Happy Birthday to him, and let you feed him bites of the cake. Stealing kisses between savoring the chocolate sweetness.

Some chat and lots of cake later, you offered to clean up while the boys went to change, it was pretty late already and the dojo would close soon.

You were walking out of the kitchen when Hyunjin abruptly blocked the way with his arm on the door when you were about to pass, it made you jolt in surprise.

“Jeez, jagi… you startled me” You sighed, placing a hand over your fast beating heart and he laughed.

He found it cute how easily you were startled, Hyunjin held you by your waist and leaned in to give you a little kiss, murmuring a sorry against your lips.

“I finished cleaning, we can leave now and…” You noticed everything was quiet, too quiet.

“Where are the boys? I thought they would wait for us to go celebrate” You looked over his shoulder, the dojo lights were dimmed and there was no sight of his friends. You gazed back at him and there it was… the grin.

Your heart skipped a beat instantly.

“We’ll meet them later” Hyunjin grabbed your hand, interwinning your fingers, he brought your hand to his lips, giving it a kiss and smirking.

“Right…” You murmured, letting him pull you back to the tatami.

“Now, guard up. We are gonna practice” He grinned again and totally caught you by surprise, you were expecting a kiss, but got a strike in the air instead.

“Jagiya!!” You whined after you jolted, stepping back “You almost hit me!”

“Baby, I could never hurt you”

Hyunjin chuckled, stopping in front of you and holding your wrists. He raised your arms, adjusting one slightly more up and in front of the other, then he looked at you.

“Just like that!” He smirked at you “Remember what I taught you, always keep your guard up”

You huffed and he chuckled again, leaning in for a kiss, but instead, he almost side struck you. None of it actually hit you, of course, he was just teasing you, he would never actually fight you since you were still pretty much a baby in the karate world.

Another chuckle, you rolled your eyes and tried to smack him, but he quickly grabbed your wrist.

“Second rule, don’t let the opponent distract you” He leaned closer, lips barely touching yours as he whispered, finally letting go of your wrist.

“Alright, let’s do it again” He stepped back.

“Hunf, like this?” You asked, letting your guard up like he positioned you previously.

Hyunjin nodded and this time you were alert when he turned to give a kick, his foot just slightly hit your forearm that you used to block him.

“That's my girl!” He cheered you up, making you smile.

You didn't let his praise distract you though, keeping your guard up, you defended yourself when he kicked again and even kicked too.

“Really good baby, keep up like that” He said, striking you with his hands now, luckily you were able to defend yourself from almost all of them, making your boyfriend very proud.

After some strikes and accidental smacks later, both of you were panting, so he decided to give you a quick break and ran to grab some water. He handed you a bottle, chugging his and leaving it down, before coming to stop in front of you.

“Alright baby, let’s keep going. Strike first” He said, getting in position to defend himself, expecting you’d smack him but instead, in the heat of the moment and catching him totally by surprise, you got down and stirred your leg out, giving him a sweep kick.

Hyunjin's squeal echoed through the dojo and you covered your mouth, your eyes widened as you looked at him sprawled down.

“Oh my God, jagi!” You approached him, a little panicked that you hurt him.

He had his eyes closed and let out a groan, his hand reaching out for yours.

“Jagi, I'm sorry I didn’t mean to… I…” You held his hand and started rambling, when he suddenly pulled you on top of him, his hands quickly snaked around your waist and he flipped you over.

“What did I say about not letting the opponent distract you?” He whispered, brushing his lips against yours before pulling back to look at you, that damn grin dancing on his lips.

His eyes were darker and the air was charged, your gaze traveled down to his lips, so pretty and inviting, you let out a sigh, watching him wet them before leaning down and kissing you. He pinned you down, his body pressing against yours as his tongue entered your mouth.

Your arms wrapped around his neck and you melted under him, Hyunjin swallowed your quiet moans when he started rolling his hips against yours.

Hyunjin smiled against your lips when he felt your fingers caressing his hair, his tongue playing with yours, he tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss. You moaned, feeling his hardening cock pressing against you and his fingers sliding under your shirt.

Fingertips teased their way on your side and on your stomach, leaving a trail of tingles all over your skin. You arched up to him and his fingers reached your bra at the same time his lips left yours to trail down open mouth kisses on your neck.

He nibbled on the sensitive skin, his tongue running on the red little mark he just made. Your sounds made him want to mark you again, so he held your hair, fingers entangling on the strands and keeping your head tilted for him as he bit down on a spot a little under that one he just did.

Your hands slid down his chest and abs, fingers working quickly to untie the knot on his karategi “Take this off, I wanna feel you…”

Hyunjin chuckled lightly, helping you get rid of the fabric, he loved when you got like this, all desperate for him, hands freely roaming over his warm skin, feeling up his muscles, lips kissing whatever you could reach before you pulled him for another heated kiss, your nails lightly scratching the nape of his neck while you got drunk on the taste of him.

His hand found its way back under your shirt, squeezing your breast as he kept rolling his hips. He was so hard already and you were so soaked, the friction felt amazing, but you needed more, you needed him, all of him and none of those annoying clothes getting in your way.

Your little sounds were driving him crazy, and he was feeling the same way, impatient.

So his hands made their way to the hem of your shirt, he kneeled in between your legs and pulled the fabric up, tossing it behind him, your bra also getting the same destiny.

“Wanna be on top…” You breathlessly whispered and he twitched inside his pants. You gently pushed him to lay down, straddling him.

You smiled looking down at him, your heart fluttering while taking in his appearance, the red and swollen lips from kissing, the intense dark gaze staring back at you, a spark in them that mirrored your own. Damn, he was so pretty, you could devour him.

You nibbled on his lower lip, pulling slightly before sucking it, kissing him again. You touched his chest, let your nails tease their way down his abs, smirking, feeling his little shivers and twitches, his hands squeezed your waist and roamed up and down your sides, gripping on your hips, then your waist again and finally on his favorite destination.

You shifted on top of him, adjusting yourself better before starting to grind on him, kissing the corner of his mouth, his cheek and all the way to his jaw down to his neck, your moans muffled against his skin as he fondled your breasts.

“I love you…” Your whispers were barely audible, between licks and nibbles on his neck.

“I love you too, doll…” He whispered back, tilting his head to let you explore more freely “...a lot”

Hyunjin's hand reached up to your hair, fingers entangling in the strands as you trailed kisses and licks down his collarbone, chest and abs, taking your time, you made sure not a bit was missed, worshiping every inch of him.

He was gently pushing your head down, eager “Doll…”

“Yes, jagi?” You looked up at him, giving his lower abs a little kiss, your hands already on the waistline of his pants, playing with the elastic.

He pushed your head again and you chuckled lightly, loving his eagerness. You pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles, and Hyunjin quickly kicked them down.

His cock slapped against his lower abs and you grabbed it in your hand, the pink tip was glistening with precum that you smeared with your thumb. You brought your lips to it, starting a trail of kisses from the base up until you wrapped your lips around his tip, feeling him twitch and grip on your hair, a low moan escaping his lips, he lifted his head, not wanting to miss a thing.

You loved his moans and reactions, sucking him like you were savoring a delicious lollipop, your tongue swirled around the head, licked all over it before sucking it again, feeling his grip on your hair getting tighter, you smirked, knowing how hard he was struggling to not push your head down.

“Fuck…” He moaned, biting down his lower lip while watching you lower your head, taking more of him

“Keep going baby, like that…”His tip hit the back of your throat and you almost gagged, pulling back in instinctic.

“Shh shh, that’s okay. Go slow…” He soothed you, the grip loosening up a little, but still on your head.

“Good?” He looked at you, searching for any signs of discomfort.

“Mhmm” You hummed, slowly taking more again, you started bobbing your head up and down, your hand stroking the base and the parts you couldn’t reach.

“My pretty girl, always so good to me…” His praise sent a jolt of arousal down to your core and you sucked harder.

You did your best to ignore your gag reflex, the tears gathering up in the corners of your eyes, just focusing on him and how good you wanted to make him feel. His moans, his shivers, his hand on your hair, the moments he got carried away and pushed you down, it was all so exciting, you didn't want to stop.

So that’s why you whined when he made you stop.

“Come on here, I wanna finish inside you” His words made you dizzy and you shook in anticipation. He held your hand, pulling you up to him.

He helped you get rid of your leggings and ruined panties, and you straddled him again. Holding his cock in your hand, you rubbed it against your slit, coating all over him, making you both moan.

You lowered yourself down slowly, so aroused that you welcomed him easily, taking in inch by delicious inch, until he bottomed out. Your palms rested on his chest and you started to ride him slowly, just enjoying the feeling of him stretching you out.

His hands held your hips in a tight grip that would surely leave marks for him to admire later.

“You feel so good, riding me like that…” He started guiding you, making you go faster and you did your best to not embarrass yourself and finish right there.

Yeah, it happened before… It happened quite a lot, actually.

Especially when you had him under you, all disheveled and moaning like that.

“So fucking tight…”

Hyunjin would - affectionately - tease you about it, just because. But the truth was, he found it extremely endearing to have such power over you, how easily he could make you aroused, how easily he could make you cum.

He grinned, watching you bouncing on top of him, he knew you were struggling to hold back, to make it last.

“You're amazing, doll. Just like that, yeah…” He forced you to go faster and you almost lost your little self control. He breathlessly chuckled.

You'd fight him, if your mind wasn't so fogged up. He slowed you down when he noticed it was becoming too much, giving you a moment to breath and calm down before bucking his hips up and starting again.

He suddenly sat up, wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you close to him, he captured your lips in a sloppy kiss, while his hips kept bucking up to meet with yours. You threw your arms over his shoulders, breaking the kiss, resting your forehead against his, your hitched breaths mingling, the sounds of you two and skin slapping against each other echoed through the dojo.

In that moment, you even forgot where you were, lost in your own little world where all that mattered was you and him. He felt the same, lowering his head down, brushing his lips on your collarbone, he trailed his way down to your breast, latching his lips around your perked nipple, sucking at it, your hand went for his hair, the palm stroking gently, feeling tingles because of the spikes.

He kept sucking as he adjusted you on his lap, making your clit drag against him at every move, driving you wild. He knew you were close, your moans were getting louder and you were clenching around him.

“Fuck, Jinni…”

You couldn’t hold back anymore, you tried to warn him, but it was cut short when your pleasure hit you like a tidal wave washing over you. He groaned at how tight you clenched on his cock, his grip around you got tighter and his lips kept alternating between both breasts.

Your legs were shaky and you suddenly were being laid on your back “Oh my God” You breathed out, Hyunjin was still on you and he started pounding like crazy.

He held under your thigh, angling up to thrust deeper into you and started rubbing tight circles on your clit with your fingers. 

“Too much… jagi… too much…” You cried out. You barely came down from your high and he was sending you back up again.

“Shh shh, I've got you baby. Let go, let go for me” His tone was soothing but his pace was maddening, pushing you over the edge.

It happened suddenly, with a loud cry out of his name, your whole body shook and you melted under him again, followed by his own release filling you up before he collapsed on top of you. Your arms wrapped around him, pulling him close, you kissed him lazily, whispering against his lips.

“Happy birthday, jagi. I love you”

"You got distracted again" He teased you, burying his face on your shoulder.

"Jagiii" You whined.

"I'm just kidding doll, I love you too" He smiled, giving a lingering kiss on your shoulder.

[loviestar58]

hai,love!!!❤️

Since Christmas is coming soon, I want to make a special request for that special day.🤭

Vi,Viktor,ekko,and sevika ( if you writer for her ) With lovely,cutey fem s/o giving them christmas presents.please

Btw, nice to meet you and merry christmas (in case i forgot to say it) 🎄❤️🧁🎁

🎄~Fem!Reader Giving Christmas presents~🎄

Ooohhhh this is such a cute one!😭💖

Nice to meet you too! And Merry Christmas/happy holidays!😊

This is definitely perfect for the holiday season, this is a must-do request!

For this, imagine yourself/reader in a cutie Santa dress. Whatever your mind comes up with!🤭

Also could be seen as a modern!au or just from the show, I just took some liberties with settings

Enjoy‼️💖

Vi:

🥊~It'd be another freezing night in the undercity, both you and Vi would be spending it in your shared apartment together. Snow gently falls outside, some small flecks of snowflakes sticking to the windows alongside the frost on the edges, creating a pretty shimmer over the glass. Vi would be relaxing on the couch, you by her side as you both cuddled up together under your giant heated blanket (best investment you ever had), watching some sort of cheesy Christmas movie that made Vi roll her eyes every few seconds. You, on the other hand, instead of watching the movie, we're watching the clock. The small arrow that counted the seconds ticking quietly, your eyes never leaving it, before it made it to 12. You started to get up from the very warm cuddle. "And where exactly are you going? You know, you made me watch this movie with you, and now you're leaving before it ends? What gives?" Her playful and teasing tone was not missed by your ears, especially when it was accompanied by that smirk of hers. You giggle, telling her that you'd be right back, practically prancing your way to your bedroom, barely able to contain the excitement that threatened to bubble up and out of your body. Vi would roll her eyes in amusement and wait, eyes back to the movie and not knowing how much time had passed before she heard the bedroom door open again, glancing to her side quickly and then double-taking as she saw you, now full on staring. You'd come back in different clothes, all dolled up as a cute mimic of Santa. "Ha, didn't know it was still Halloween, muffin. Wasn't expecting this. I'm not complaining though, you look..hot. Heh". Her eyes pierced through you, analyzing every curve and movement of your body. How the dress hugged your waist just right, how your thighs looked in the stockings you wore, and barely made it up to how your chest looked until you spoke up again, saying that it was officially Christmas, and you had a present for her. Holding your hands out, a sizable box lay in your hands. Vi blinked and looked up at the clock: 12:15 AM, now Christmas Day. Chuckling, Vi gingerly took the box from you and did so again as you plopped next to her on the couch, excitement written all over your face, anticipation building at Vi's possible reaction, which the pinkette couldn't help but find adorable. Taking the lid off the box, she gasped, eyes downcasted onto the object inside, her breath caught and chest tightening from the item. Pulling it out, a pair of boxing gloves revealed themselves, but not just any old pair, almost exact replicas of the ones Vander wore. You ask what she thought of it, if she likes it. Vi was almost speechless, thumb drawing small circles over the material of the gloves, memories flashing in her mind of the good days, the days of practicing boxing techniques with Vander in the basement of their home, Powder watching and cheering. Nothing else mattered. She didn't even realize a tear was falling from her eye until you panicked and tried to comfort her, saying if she didn't like it that you can take it back-

"No! No..it's alright, muffin. I'm ok, just..this is.." She was lost for words again, but found them again quickly as she smiled softly. "This is the best gift I've ever gotten..they look, just like his. And it's from you, which makes it even better. I love it. Thank you, muffin". Relief crosses your face as you let out a breath, leaning onto Vi and resting your forehead against hers, gently nuzzling each other as she wraps and arm around you to bring you closer, sharing a sweet and tender kiss as you wish each other a merry Christmas.

Viktor:

🩼~The lab was relatively quiet, only the soft whirring of the hexcore runes being shifted again and again, the bright blue light illuminating each time and bringing to light the exhaustion that lie all over Viktors face. Leaning back in his chair with a frustrated sigh, Viktor rubbed his eyes, bags underneath them dark and deep, all from way too many late nights. "Urghh..what am I missing?" He grumbles under his breath, eyes now staring dead at the hexcore in front of him. He had been staying up once again, another one of the many many sleepless nights he had been taking to figure out this mysterious rune-filled device. It was almost mocking him as it moved, pulsing it's blue glow as some runes shifted on their own. He felt his head starting to get fuzzy, slight dizziness falling over him before hearing a soft knock at the door, a specific knock. Your knock. The door opens as you step into the lab, Viktor having yet to turn around, already knowing it was you. "Hello, my love. I..I know it is late, so before you say anythi-" his long, pre-prepared explanation that he has made to you many times, knowing how worried you've gotten over him the past while, had got caught in his throat as he turned in his chair at the mere sight of you. You, standing there with a warm smile on your face, the dress that made your figure even more beautiful than usual, and of course the present in your hands. You say a soft hello to him as he continued to stare, not realizing he was repeating his own hello to you. "E-eh..hello, lovely. You..look incredible. What is this about?" You giggled, reminding him that it was now Christmas, and has been for about and hour or two, him glancing at the clock and realizing it for himself. "Ah..so it is. I- did not realize-" his eyes landed on the box again. "Is this..for me?" You nod happily, giddyness filling your body as you hand the box over to him, excited to see his reaction to your present. Viktor held the box on his lap and slowly began to unwrap it, the sounds of ripping wrapping paper filling the lap as well as cardboard being scratched against and opened. Reaching his hands into the box, he pulled out a small notebook and new looking fountain pen, the expensive kind. He smiles softly "A new notebook, and is this..oh my love, you did not.." You nodded excitedly, reciting the time he had mentioned wanting a new pen and that he particularly liked a specific brand of it, said it writes the smoothest for his taste. You explained how you recruited the help of Jayce to help track one down for you, seeing as how the brand he liked was rare and expensive, you told Jayce you'd pay him back, but of course he refused and said he was just happy to know he could help get something to make Viktor happy, and that made Viktor chuckle softly. "I must give Jayce my thanks when I see him again for his contributions of this gift. I love it, lovely. Thank you". He reached a hand up to bring you closer to him, placing the palm of his hand to you cheek and making you mean down and meet his lips against yours in a tender and soft kiss, full of gratitude and love for the gift. He holds the kiss for a good moment, always being the type to savor the feeling no matter the context of the kiss, before breaking it with a soft grin, allowing you to smile lovingly and wish him merry Christmas, and he does the same...then you start to scold him for staying up late again and tell him to go to sleep. And as usual he protests.

Ekko:

⏳~Laughter rang out throughout the base, young firelight kids running around in a traditional game of tag, or a mix of tag and a Snowball fight. Light snow fell to the ground, coating the area with a thin sheet of white that crunched beneath the shoes of everyone who stepped in it. Ekko stood on a balcony up on the big tree they called home, his big green jacket wrapped snuggly on his body to keep him warm as he smiled at the scene down below. The children playing always made his heart warm, glad they could find some joy in this chaotic world of theirs, and it made him know that he was doing things right. A small grunt broke his spaced out state, turning his head to see Scar besides him, not as bundled up as he was, a perk of being Vastayan, he supposed. "It's starting, as our leader I had to find you. Especially since your lover insisted this time" he spoke, chuckling in that deep voice of his. Ekko chuckled himself, shaking his head and pushing himself off the balcony to follow Scar down the tree, hoverboards being deployed within seconds. "Yeah, I'm comin'". By the time the two got down, feet crunching the snow beneath them, a circle of the firelights were in place, a big bonefire in the center of them all. Standing in the middle, giant bag in hand, was you. Dressed up the part to play as good ol' saint Nick, little bell on your hat jingling as you moved from kid to kid, handing out small presents you made yourself over the past month. You made sure no one was left out, having taken note of each person in the base, young adults included, and made them something personal for each one. As you kept handing out presents, Ekko watched you with a warm gaze, admiring your looks, and your heart. How you were such a kind and sweet girl to his people, going out of your way to do things like this for the time he's known you. You felt his gaze, turning to him and beaming that radient smile of yours that made his heart skip as you made your way over to him. "Seems you've been busy, you really got everyone something, didn't you?" You nodded happily, pulling two small boxes, the last two, out of the bag, you hand one to Scar and then to Ekko. Both men smiled at you, the Vastayan wasting no time in seeing what it was, pulling out a small pair of matching gloves, one for him and his baby, and he couldn't help the grateful look that washed over him, nodding in thanks to you which you returned with a hug, catching him off guard for a moment before he returned the gesture. Scar then left to go check on said baby, muttering a quick "Be right back" before leaving. Your attention returned to Ekko who had been fiddling with the little bow on the box, untying it as he felt your gaze on him, and lifting the kid. His eyes widened, pulling out a small wooden statue, carved in the image of a firelight bug, and then a pair of bracelets. You explain how they were matching, one for him and the other for you, each with your initials so you two can carry each other with you and be together, no matter where you are. "Firefly.." He whispered, his voice almost shaking. It'd been a while since he'd been given something so sweet and sentimental "..this is, beautiful. I..wow, you made these? How long did you spend on these? The details.." He trailed off, examining the jewelry and the small statue, box long forgotten on the ground. You stood there, proud of yourself, and feeling your heart swell at his reaction, lunging at him for a hug, stunning him for a moment. He smiled with a slight huff, putting the little presents in his pockets and returning the embrace, arms wrapping around your figure that seemed to mold perfectly against his, making his jacket come around you to create a bubble of warmth. His hand lifted to your cheek after a moment, lifting it up and bringing you in for a soft, sweet kiss. "Thank you, Firefly. Merry Christmas". You repeated it back, a gentle smile on your lips as you both got lost in each other's eyes, time stopping around you both, freezing this precious moment.

Sevika:

The door slammed open and then shut, the sound of it echoing throughout the apartment, Sevika stomping her way to the living room, cracking her neck and groaning in annoyance and anger. "Damn chem barons, oughta wring their damn necks..". With a loud plop, she sat herself down on the couch, letting out a giant sigh mixed with a groan as she rubbed her eyes. As if that would soothe any of her stress. The chem barons had been testing her patience lately, constantly ambushing her and picking fights, even if she always won, it still didn't make them any less annoying. Off in the doorway of your bedroom, you peaked around the corner, spotting Sevika on the couch and seeing just how stressed she was, watching as she fidgeted with her mechanized arm. You felt a small twinge in your heart, you hated seeing her so stressed and pissed off all the time, especially due to forces you couldn't control. After a moment or two of staring, an idea as well as a realization popped in your head, and a smile graced your cute face, giddy and retreating back into your shared bedroom. Sevika heard some rustling around in the room, having not realized you had been home the entire time. "Bunny? Is that you? Are ya home?" She called out to you, her voice sounding noticeably softer, as if she was happy knowing you were home. With no answer after a moment, she started to get up to find you, but quickly froze once you stepped back out, her eyes widening for a moment at the sight of you, a smirk appearing on her lips. "Well, what do we have here? Little bunny all dressed up for me?" You felt your cheeks heat up, a bit flustered at her usual teasing tone and giggling as you strutted up to her, gently placing a hand on her chest to make her sit back down on the couch, the other behind your back, and climbing up into her lap. She wasted no time in placing her hands on your hips, holding you close and kissing you firmly. "You're gorgeous, bunny. And based on the outfit, today's Christmas, huh?" She chuckled as you nodded excitedly, the other hand that was behind your back now coming to the front and presenting a small present box to her, which caught her off guard, but wasn't too shocked by the gesture. "Ooh, got me somethin'? Heh, I should've known". You chastise her, saying how you're not that predictable, but she begged to differ, recounting many times you've given her gifts, which made you huff playfully and roll your eyes and tell her to just open the present. She puts a hand up in fake surrender and did as she was told, unwrapping the box and prying it open with her mech hand, sharp fingers opening it up quick. She flipped the box over to dump the contents into her hand, a small item coming out and landing with a small metallic clink. "Is this..?" She started, looking up at you to see a proud look on your face. Why? Cause she was holding the lighter of a chem baron she fought. A brand logo she had mentioned before. "How did you get this?" You said one name, Jinx. And that was all Sevika needed to know. "So, you recruited the loose canon to get this for me? Heh..gotta say, I'm impressed. And..grateful". Her tone softened at the last word, flipping open the lighter to watch the pretty blue flame spouting out, smiling to herself as you wished her a merry christmas before closing it again and going in for another, more passionate kiss. "Thanks, bun. I love it" she said softly, making you giddy enough to hold her close in an embrace, her returning the gesture in full, savoring the touch. And that included some wandering hands that you felt on your lower back.

I think I did more work than I should have but like-

I love how this came out😭

I apologize for any mischaracterization, I did my best with this! But I hope you enjoyed nonetheless!😊💖

[cutiecusp]

Forbidden Fruit.

Ex husband! Simon Riley x reader.

A text shapes your life forever. You just don't know it yet.

TW: mentions of cheating/divorce. Smut. PnV, pining, edging, power play, dom!Simon. Probably the smuttiest I've ever written.

You text your ex on a night out. He picks you up on his motorbike, feelings, and more ensure.

You swipe on your phone, idly killing time. You were out with the girls, celebrating a birthday. You post a few snaps on social media, and flick your phone off, the glassy screen reflecting your make up you spent forever on.

Straightening up your dress, you signal to the barman for another fruity potion. You were about three deep, and the vibes were immense. You felt the weight on your shoulders, but you paid it no mind as your favourite songs thumped over the speakers.

Cocktail in hand, body moving under the fluorescent light you dance with the girls, your cares and worries begin to hide at the bottom of your glass.

Your lipstick stains the straw as you finish your drink, you saunter over to the bar on your heels as you sit back to your seat.

Your phone notifies you of a reply on your latest selfie, you take it out of your bag, frowning as you focus on the screen.

'Look good enough to eat, doll. 💀'

Simon... your ex-husband, who you could never quite cut out of your life with one of his signature comments. You type a reply.

'Forbidden fruit is always the sweetest 🍑'

You put your phone away and dance to a few more songs before heading to the bathroom. Reapplying your lipstick and fixing your hair, you look at yourself in the mirror.

You see the shadow before you hear him. The smell of cigarette smoke and the cologne you brought him for his birthday fill your senses.

'Think it's cute to tease me, sweetheart? What, not getting enough cock as a free woman?' Simon says gruffly in your ear, his hands slowly wrapping around your waist, titling your head up to look in the mirror.

"How did you?-" You pause.

"The location of the club was on your photo, love. Didn't I teach you to be more careful?" He cuts you off with a rough kiss to the temple.

"Think you've had enough fun, anyway... text the girls, let them know I'm taking you home."

You can't find it in you to protest as he runs his hands down your sides. Simon was like a drug, addictive and powerful, and it was hard to get out of your system.

You take out your phone, and does what he says, before clasping your hand in his.

"One more night." You say, more to yourself than anything as he leads you out of the club.

His only response is a grunt as he takes off his long sleeve shirt and wraps it around your waist.

"No one sees you but me. Get on." He urges you onto his motorbike, clipping your old helmet on, securing the strap under you chin before pulling it so his face was close to yours.

"No more games, my mistake was signing those papers while I was deployed." He says softly.

"You want one more night with me?" He asks plainly, his onyx eyes dark with desire. You nod dumbly, mesmerised by his gaze on yours.

"Words, sweetheart. Tell. Me." He asks again.

"Y-yes, Simon. I want this." You stutter out. Your once sweet Simon had been completely taken over by *Ghost* his work alter ego who you'd heard so much about, but he never subjected you to until now.

He started the engine and lurched forward, forcing you to wrap your arms around his leather cut. Stifling a laugh, he sped off into the night.

Arriving at his flat, you set down on steady feet as you cross the road to his front door. You lean in to his shoulder, and allow him to escort you through the front door.

Your breathing heavy in your chest as you stop him from removing his helmet. You wanted the full fantasy.

"That's alright with me, love. You can look at your make up running down your pretty face in my visor as I ruin you." Simon smirks.

You blush as the effects of both his words and the fruity drinks take over your senses.

"Knees, love. Show me how much you want this." He commands, pushing your head down as you kneel in front of him.

"So pretty for me." He coos, as he steps between your parted knees.

"My boots need shining, you know what to do." His gruff voice sounds deeper through the helmet.

You look up at him, your reflection reflected in the carbon plastic, you poke your tongue out in a matter of mock defiance, before lowering yourself on his boot. Your sensitive core pressed against his laces as your rock your hips against the material, soaking your thin bikini bottoms. You let out a little whimper as the pressure feels so damn good against your needy folds.

"Good girl." Simon commends you, as he brushes your hair back from your face with his skeleton gloved hand.

You nod and rock your hips a little faster, chasing a high you know only he can give you.

"You feeling good, baby?" He asks, his hands in your hair.

With an affirming nod, you mumble out a thank you.

"Sorry, couldn't hear you. I know you could be louder than that."

"Yes, Si. Thank you... Feels good." You admit. You hate and love how he makes you feel. Your need bubbling up in your throat as you are ready to declare anything he wants, if he just lets you-

"Stop, love." He pulls your hair so you are looking up at his blank face, hidden by the helmet.

"When you come, I want it to be on my cock. Be a good girl and get it out for me." He strokes your jaw.

"Let's put this mouth to good use, eh?"

You fumble with his belt, eventually pulling it away and unzipping his jeans. You see his size, against the fabric and your mouth waters.

"Please. Si. Let me.." You beg, your eyes unable to look away as you take out his cock from his jeans.

Your mouth enclosed over the tip of his length, suckling and rolling your tongue over the sensitive flesh. You feel smug as you hear him hiss, pulling on your hair as he bucks his hips against your mouth.

"Fuck, love. I forgot how good you feel around my cock" He says, looking down at your face, your make up beginning to run down your cheeks as they hollowed in and out, as if you were putting on a show for him.

You let out an amused huff as you take him deeper, rocking your hips against his boot slowly as your mouth takes him to heaven and back.

Eventually, he pushes you down to the floor, off his boot. You moan at the lack of pressure against your clit

"Get on the bed." He orders, his body betraying his cool exterior.

"On your bloody knees, ass up for me."

You scramble on the bed, your legs jellified as you assume the position he requested.

"Gonna make you feel good, baby. You want that?" You nod, anticipation running through your body in waves.

You feel a sharp sting on your ass as he brings down his gloved hand on your flesh, wet with his own arousal.

"Words. Sweetheart." He repeats, his voice thick with desire.

"Yes, Simon. Make me feel good." You give him your permission, as he pushes your dress over your hips, tugging your bottoms down, exposing your wet folds to the air.

"Such a pretty pussy, love. She's been neglected, hasnt she?" He asks, running a finger through your sensitive flesh.

You mumble a yes, when another slap hits your ass.

"Louder, love. Hasnt she?"

"Yes. Si!" You agree, tears in your eyes at the sting of his hand on your sore skin.

"And I'm the only one that can make her feel better, isn't that right love?" He presses, his finger breaching your walls.

You rock your hips against his hand, almost chanting his name at this point, anything to relieve the pressure building in your lower stomach.

"Y-yes, only you." You slur, completely drink on emotions.

"No one like you, Si." You admit, as he pulls away from you.

"You want this?" Simon asks one last time.

You wanted to tear your own hair out. You were desperate for him to fill you up, make the ache go away for a little while, why was he hesitating?

"Fuck yes. Please, Si, please." You beg, looking into his helmet, your face wet with tears, your make up tracing lines down your face, your lipstick on your chin. To you, you've never looked messier, but to him, you've never looked more beautiful.

He lines up his hips with yours, pressing his length home, sheathing himself in your warmth. You both let out a hiss, as pleasure caresses your spine, and fleets over your body in waves.

You feel his gloved hand wrap around your throat as he pulls you back onto his cock.

"You like rough, sweetheart?" He asks through clenched teeth as his hips snap into yours, knocking the breath out of you with every thrust.

You barely manage to get out a reply as he picks up the pace, pushing your head into the pillow as he pounds into you from behind.

Your moans drown out his as he hits your spot over and over again.

"Keep making those noises for me baby." He urges as you feel the wave of an orgasm approaching.

He stifles a groan as you clench around him, your walls suffocating his cock as he feels you getting close.

"Gonna come for me, baby?" He taunts, as his pace is hard against your body.

Your eyes close tight as it hits you, a white flash behind your eyes as you reach your climax, your pussy tight around him as wave after wave of pleasure courses through you, your toes curling in pleasure.

"Too much.." You gasp, trying to come down from the high.

"You have one more for me. Don't you?" He reaches over your hip and teases his hand over your puffy clit.

"Wanna come with you, baby." He insists, as you feel another orgasm rip through you, and you feel Simon stiffen, as you feel his spend inside you.

He rips off the helmet and pulls you down onto the bed, onto the bed. He removes his gloves with his teeth, and collects a little of your arousal on his fingers and licks them clean.

"You were right. It does taste sweeter."

A/N thank you all so much! This was a labour of love, totally wrote it at the bus stop, hoping no one would read over my shoulder. It's not been proof read, but I kinda love how bossy he is here.

@misshugs @frudoo @thevoiceinyourheadx @xoxunhinged @muneca-lemon-steppa @yesornowaitidontknow @shadowdark00