#today on Pie's Shower Thoughts

[casdeans-pie]

My favourite expensively unnecessary but life changing appliance is my heated towel rail. Whenever I put it on I am keenly aware of my electric bill, but I would rather cut back on my groceries than not use it. Getting wrapped in a hot towel after a shower is. chefs kiss. unparalleled

[doitforbangchan]

All Bark and No Bite 09

Yall this has to be my best chapter yet. So romantic, i really shocked myself here. Please enjoy :) The middle pic is what I imagines omega to be wearing but does not represent the body type of all readers!

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Chan x reader (y/n) x ot8

ABO!Nonidol!SKZ Alternate Universe

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Series Warnings: Fem reader, Smut, verryyyy nsfw, chan x reader, OT8 x reader, A/B/O, m/m/f smut, possessive! SKZ, possessive! Reader, anxiety and depression, reader is a CRYBABY, fluff, angst, virgin!reader,  cursing, violence, pet names, dom/sub dynamics, Sub reader x mostly dom SKZ, misogyny and sexism, Ateez are depicted as terrible people (sorry Atiny!) 

Chapter Warnings: cursing, crying, fluff, smut ,oral- f receiving, fingering, protected piv (ik crazy for me lol)

WC:5.6k

MDNI 18+

The birds outside woke you up this morning, the sound of their sweet melodies peacefully bringing you out of your much needed slumber. The sun was barely rising over the mountains so you knew it was still very early. The alarm clock next to you read ‘5:44 am’. You knew Chan was laid behind you, his heavy arm curled over your figure, holding you close. 

You took a moment to appreciate the feeling of being trapped by him - of his warmth. This was quickly becoming your favorite pastime; laying here with him just enjoying his presence. A part of you wanted nothing more than to lay here all day, wasting away with him. A bigger part of you needed to be productive. You had slept away most of the day yesterday and were feeling quite energized from the rest. 

Chan did say last night that you had things to do today, so why not get this show on the road! It would be a nice surprise for the pack to wake up to a clean house and hot breakfast. First things first- getting out of the alphas hold on you. You shimmied against him, lightly lifting the appendage that held you hostage to squeeze out. You paused when you heard him sigh in his sleep, only to resume when he let out a snore. Cutie pie. 

You grabbed the pillow that you had been laying on and jammed it in place of where you rested previously, in Chans hold. The alpha must have smelled you on the pillow since he pulled it closer to his body. 

After doing your business in the bathroom you went on the hunt for cleaning supplies. You crept through the halls opening doors you knew to be closets until you finally found the supplies in a closet on the first floor. Upon finding them you immediately got to work. 

Starting with dusting, then sweeping and mopping the entire first floor. After that you did all the available bathrooms and then finished with a quiet clean of the top two floors. The kitchen would come after you made breakfast. Surprisingly it only took you until about 8:00 am to get all that done. You felt very efficient! To your surprise none of the boys have awoken yet. You didn’t hear one peep while cleaning. 

You also took the time to add more comfort items to the living spaces. The omega in you begged to make it more nestable so you did. Adding blankets, extra pillows and even a few of your new stuffed animals to couches and chairs. The goal was they would start to retain the smells of your new packmates then you could cuddle the items without shame. 

Next you wandered into your own room. All the bags from yesterday remained there untouched. Sorting through you put away all your clothes and picked out a nice outfit for today. It was almost summer time so you knew it would be warm today and opted for a green floral cami dress that went just above your knees. Minho must have picked this out for you, but it was so so cute you had to wear it. It was just your style. Grabbing the dress and some panties you went to take a shower and to finish getting ready for the day. 

The shower was where you did your best thinking. A place to escape just you and your thoughts. As you washed your hair and body with the strawberry scented products you reflected on the whole pack. If you were a sane person it would scare you just how comfortable you are getting with the pack in such a short amount of time. And how comfortable they are with you. 

But you’re not a sane person. You’re an omega in love. All sanity is thrown out the window when you find your mate. All you want is to be perfect for him. And in turn also for the whole pack. 

There was a blow dryer and curler amongst your things in your room as well as makeup you had chosen while shopping so when you came out you were able to fully get ready for the day. You felt very cute today, you didn’t have any reason to look super nice back when you were with your family seeing as you rarely were allowed to leave the house- and if you did leave never would you have been allowed to wear a dress or anything remotely revealing. Fathers orders. 

You hoped your alpha and pack would like it on you. You straightened yourself up before heading down to cook. It was nearing 9:30 so you hoped they would start getting up any time now. 

Down in the kitchen as you were gathering ingredients you noticed a small sound system attached to the wall and a remote sitting on the island. Grabbing the remote you pressed the power button and when you saw the small light indicating it was on you pressed play. Out came the melodies of a familiar band. 5 Seconds of Summer? Whoever is hooked up to this obviously has great taste! 

That was where Seungmin found you, whisking eggs and belting out the words to ‘She looks so perfect’ and he couldn't agree more. ‘She does look perfect’ He thought to himself. He stood there leaning against the wall admiring you for a solid 2 minutes before you noticed him, suddenly being able to smell another person around you spun around in embarrassment at being caught like that. 

“Seungmin!” 

He cracked a smile at you, eyes scanning you up and down before settling on your reddened face. “Hey baby. Whatcha doin?” 

You turned away from him to try and hide the blush that seeped onto your cheeks, “Nothing. Just trying to get breakfast together. What are you doing?” 

He shrugged “Been up for a few minutes when I heard a commotion in here. The house looks really great. Was that your doing baby?” You felt him approach you while you nodded. 

“Umm yeah, I woke up early and wanted to get some things done for you guys.” You continued to whisk the eggs without looking at him. 

“Mmm” He reached for your face, turning you towards him, “ It is greatly appreciated, omega.” 

You let out a squeak when he called you that, causing a smirk to appear on his face.

 Seungmin could smell how pleased you were so he didn’t give it another thought before he leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss directly on your lips. He pulled away and licked his own lips still gazing into your shocked eyes. 

“How long until food is ready you think?” He asked. You couldn’t believe how nonchalant he was being right now after he just kissed you!! 

‘Should I pretend my heart isn’t beating out of my chest?’ You wondered. 

“ A-about 20 minutes.” Dammit you stuttered! Get a grip! You mentally scolded yourself. 

“Perfect. I'll wake the pack”  He said it with an evil smirk, looking forward to the task. 

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Wake the pack he did indeed. By playing police sirens on his phone and bursting into everyone's rooms cackling when they swore at him and dodging thrown pillows (and one stuffy from Felix). If you had known he was going to do that then you would have woken them yourself! Though admittedly it was pretty efficient, since it was a matter of minutes until the rest of your pack made their way downstairs, looking tired and grumpy. 

The grumpiness left every single one of them though, when they caught eyes on you. Looking oh so delectable in your little dress cooking for them. What a perfect thing to awaken too. 

Not that you noticed much, you were still caught up on the feeling of Seungmins lips on your own. Each boy greeted you as they came down, most giving you hugs - except Changbin who not only hugged you but did his signature of lifting you from the ground. 

When Minho had come down you thanked him for the dress. He knew you would look great in the outfit and damn he was right. 

“You’re welcome, Baby. It looks good on you.” He replied and gave you a wink

Chan came down last as you and Minho were setting the table, looking freshly showered. 

“There's my sweet girl. I was wondering where you wandered off too.” the alpha kissed your temple. He took the stack of plates from your hands and continued your task. 

“Good morning Channie.” You reached back for the plates but he shooed you out with a smack to your rear. 

“Nuh uh looks like you’ve done enough. Sit down and get some food, omega.” He raised his brows at you when it looked like you were about to protest. You begrudgingly took a seat in your normal spot. Chan gave you a pleased smile. “Good girl.” 

Once the whole pack was sat together you all discussed each other's plans. Changbin was hitting the gym (what was new there), Minho wanted to get more food for the house and Felix wanted to join him to the store, while Hyunjin had his weekly art class he teaches at the community center every wednesday afternoon. 

“What are you up to today, baby?” Jisung asked with a mouth full. 

“Oh, I don’t actually know.” You looked to Chan for the answer. 

He wiped his mouth with a napkin, “Well you have an appointment in about an hour to see a doctor, we need to make sure everything is okay after you got off the suppressants. Then we’re heading over to the police station to clear up your missing persons status.” 

You were confused. “I have a missing person status?” 

“You ran away from home, Baby. Ran away from Hongjoong, who probably paid a pretty penny for a sweet girl like you. Makes sense they would look for you.” Jeongin reasoned nervously. The youngest alpha would never admit it but he was honestly scared about the Ateez pack coming for you or Chan. It was weighing on a few of their minds. 

Chan could sense the uneasiness in the room. “But we’re getting it taken care of today. I already have it all ready to go, just need you to sign a few things and you'll be golden. No more worrying about Hongjoong.” He smiled with that predator's smile he had. His words brought you some ease, and you nodded at him. His next words though, shook you to your core.

“Plus, if that asshole did decide to show his face around here I would take care of it.” 

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After dropping off Hyunjin and Changbin at their respective locations you and Chan headed for the doctors office. Chan had assured this man was very good at his job and could be trusted. 

Doctor Bong had been Chan's doctor for years, and before that had been childhood friends with the alpha. He was a friendly beta man, albeit younger than any doctor you had ever seen, and he did his best to help you relax with small talk as he examined you. Even though you’re the first real omega he has treated he still had some knowledge as he had to do a course on omegas in medical school. 

“Given how long you had been on the suppressants I am going to need a small blood sample to examine.” Dr.Bong said woefully at seeing your expression. “ I know it’s not ideal, but you had been on some pretty powerful drugs, Y/n.” 

“Not to mention illegal.” Chan muttered scornfully. 

Bong nodded “Yes that too. There's a reason you can’t just pick up a prescription for them. They could cause a lot of damage and we need to be sure you’re functioning correctly.”  

Your alpha grabbed your hand and released a calming pheromone to relax you. “This is to help you, baby.” 

You took a deep breath and prepared for the needle. Chan was laying his scent on thick, it now taking over all your senses completely distracting you from the blood draw. You were so wrapped up in him that you didn’t notice the draw had been done until Dr.Bong was putting a bandage on you. 

You snapped out of the daze when Dr.Bong exclaimed “All done! We will send this into the lab asap and get back to you by tomorrow morning at the latest. From what I can tell so far though your body is functioning pretty normally, maybe just your hormones are a little wacky. I would refrain from any.. Unprotected fun until we get the results in to be sure.” He looked pointedly at Chan. 

“Damn” Chan smirked and you gasped in embarrassment.

“Chan!!” 

He only laughed at your mortification. 

“Before you go” Bong said, “If everything checks out alright are you going to need a prescription for non hormonal birth control?” 

You were too shy to answer correctly, only nodding when Chan said “Yes please Bong. Wanna have some time with my girl before we have babies.” 

As you were checking out with reception Chan thanked the Doctor. 

“I appreciate you getting us in to see you at such short notice Bong.” The alpha bro hugged his friend. 

 “Anything for you, Chris. I am so happy you found your person. I’ll keep you updated as soon as I get the results in.” 

“Thanks man.” He saw you approaching him, “Ready to go gorgeous?” 

You smiled happily, now that the hard part for you was over, “Yes alpha!” You turned to the doctor “Thank you Doctor Bong!” 

Your alpha grabbed your hand and you were off to your next stop. 

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The people at the police station had the paperwork ready for you upon your arrival. They just had to ask you a few questions regarding your safety, you signed the document stating you were in fact not missing and that was that. 

It felt like a massive weight had been lifted from your shoulders, Chans too by the scent coming off of him. 

The sheriff congratulated Chan on finding his omega, clapping him on the back in a fatherly way. It seemed like everyone in town knew the alpha. It had been explained to you that Chan's family had lived in the town of Silver Ridge for generations, helping to cultivate it and protect it. His family owned the property you now live on, only now it belonged solely to your alpha. He had grown up here. His parents left the small town  with him and his siblings when he was a teenager, wanting a change of scenery. Chan had only returned when he was an adult and his grandfather had passed, leaving his massive home to your alpha. 

He had a stake in his family business of buying and selling massive commercial properties, so he was very wealthy. Though he didn’t flaunt it.To him it was just one of the ways he provided for his pack.  Not that you cared if he had money or not. You loved him for him, not his money. 

After the police station there was still about an hour before you were supposed to pick up Hyunjin and Changbin so Chan took you to a little diner down the road where he claimed they made ‘the best chili fries ever’ and that you had to try them. 

He dragged you to an old booth in the corner, his normal spot he claimed, and ordered a massive plate of chili fries and each of you a milkshake. 

As he ate you just admired him. It was crazy how handsome he was, even with a mouth full of fries his beauty was effortless. He caught your eyes and grinned at you. 

“What are you looking at, beautiful?” 

You looked down ashamed you had been caught staring “Nothing.” You glanced up at him to see him still looking at you in amusement. “You’re just really handsome is all, Channie.” 

He chuckled at your words “ And you are too sweet, my gorgeous girl.” 

You felt the mating claim on your neck tingle at his compliment, so subconsciously  you raised your hand and lightly touched the area. Of course Chris noticed- he never took his eyes off you- and asked in concern “ Does it still hurt?” 

“No, just..” There was that blush again. He patiently waited for you to find your words. “Just whenever you say sweet things to me.. It.. tingles.” 

The alpha let out a small growl at your admittance, feeling his pants tighten. 

“Does yours do that too, alpha?” you asked tentatively. 

“Tingle wouldn’t be the word I would use, baby. But I definitely feel the connection in my bite.” He winked at you. 

“W-what does yours feel like?” 

His stare was piercing into your soul, “Baby. I burn for you.” You gasped as he continued “ It's this ever present heat that dwells within me whenever you are near me.  As if I had been living in a tundra my whole life never knowing warmth and now I’ve suddenly been transported to the desert. Inescapable and all encompassing.” 

Oh my fucking GOD 

Did he really just say that?! 

What the fuck do I say to that? 

You were short circuiting. You just couldn’t believe this perfect specimen of a man was spilling his heart out to you, in a public diner no less! 

Your pleased scent was cascading off of you in waves at this point, Chan could see the other patrons start to turn to look at you, nostrils flaring. He noticed one alpha man in particular start to fidget in his seat while gazing at you. 

Chan narrowed his eyes as if challenging the other male before addressing you, “Time for us to go now, my love.” He threw down a few 20s on the table and stood, grabbing your hand and leading you out. Your alpha was pumping out menacing pheromones, letting others know he wasn’t one to fuck around with.  

You finally caught onto what was happening when you saw heads turning to watch you walk out. You clutched harder onto Chan, holding his arm close to you as he led you out. 

“ ‘m sorry.” You murmured as you exited the restaurant, climbing into the car as he held the door open for you. 

He leaned down and pressed a hot kiss against your mouth, letting it linger for a second before he pulled away. 

“Don’t apologize. Not your fault those bastards can't keep their eyes or their noses to themselves.” He gave you a tight smile at you before closing the door once he was sure you were secure. 

You couldn’t help but feel like you soured the mood, the guilt beginning to feel like a pit in your stomach. Chan climbed into the driver's seat next to you and started the car. He knew you felt bad about what happened. “Seriously Baby, it’s no big deal. It was about time to go pick up Jinnie and Bin anyways.” He gave you another kiss and you were off. 

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Your mood improved slightly after picking up the other two boys, they always brightened your day. Changbin was still slightly sweaty when he got in the car, his musk making you dizzy. As if he could tell he gave you a wink when you looked at him in the folding mirror. 

Hyunjin had a large canvas with him that was covered in a sheet blocking anyone from seeing what lies underneath. When you asked him what he had made he blushed and held the canvas close to him, muttering that it was a surprise. Of course Changbin would never let that slide so he relentlessly teased the beta, tugging on the sheet and whining about needing- not wanting - to see it. Hyunjin held his ground and refused each time, slapping the alphas hands away after every tug. 

Arriving home Changbin flung his door open and opened your door for you before Chan could, giving his alpha a sly smile when you thanked him. “Ever the gentleman, aren't you Binnie.” You teased him. He nodded enthusiastically. 

Jisung greeted you at the front door when you walked in, planting a wet smooch on your cheek causing you to squeal and laugh, pushing him away. “Jisung!” 

“Mm say my name again baby.” He leaned in for another kiss but instead licked your cheek quickly then ran away cackling maniacally. 

“AHH JISUNG!” 

 You went to chase after him but were stopped by Hyunjin grabbing your arm gently. 

“Ignore him baby, I do.” 

You huffed. “Fine.” 

The beta snickered and lowered his hand to hold yours, the other still gripping his canvas. “Can I show you something? In my room.” 

You nodded “Of course.” He led you up to his room. Chan gave your rear a pat when he passed you. 

You had never been in Hyunjins space before. The space was so…Hyunjin. Cream colored sheets and curtains, a big easel by the wide bay windows, shelves lined with paints and mountains of sketch books, and floral paintings covered the walls from floor to ceiling. His bed was unmade but it somehow added to the charm of the room. An artist's room. 

He closed the door behind you, and led you to take a seat on his bed. The beta then took the canvas in his hands - still covered- and placed it on his easel. He turned to you and fiddled with his hands. You gave him a patient look, waiting for him to gather himself. 

“Promise you won't laugh.” He states. 

You made an X over your heart. “Cross my heart, I won't laugh.” 

He let out a nervous breath and then tore the sheet from over the artwork. 

You weren't prepared for what lay underneath, a gasp leaving you. 

It was you. Hyunjin had painted you. In the exact outfit you were wearing now. He made you look ethereal. Capturing your image in a way that felt too perfect. In the painting you were sitting by an open window looking out into a field of flowers. 

“Oh my god, Hyunjin.” 

He studied your features, looking for any signs of displeasure. He found none. 

“I was teaching a class today and the topic we worked on was things that bring you joy.” You looked at him like you were going to cry, tears on your lash line. “The only thing I could think of was you. Of how effortlessly beautiful you are.” 

A sob escaped your lips involuntarily. The betas eyes widened in panic, upset he had done something wrong. He rushed to your side and took your hands in his own. “I'm sorry baby! I’ll get rid of it!” 

“No!” You demanded, still crying. “ I can’t believe you think of me this way. It’s so beautiful, Jinnie. Way too beautiful to be me.” 

He shook his head disagreeing. “ This is how I see you, baby. To me you are the most beautiful girl in the world. I can feel myself falling for you.” 

You acted without even thinking about it, and crashed your lips into his. He let out a noise of surprise and you pulled back quickly. 

“I am so sorry Hyun-” Before you could finish your sentence he kissed you again. He let go of your hands and brought them up to cup your face, deepening the kiss. He swiped his tongue along your bottom lip asking for permission which you gladly granted, parting for him. He tasted so sweet. Like rock candy, or a jolly rancher. Similar to his scent. It drove you crazy. 

He was the first to pull away, your lips chasing his. “You don’t know how badly I’ve wanted to do that.” He rested his forehead against his own, eyes closed and breathing heavy. 

You released your own shaky breath, his thumbs wiping away your tears. “I thought you were going to yesterday, when you left me in front of my door.” 

“I wanted to. I just didn’t know if you wanted me like I wanted you. Like I need you.” He could smell the sudden flare of arousal emanating from you. 

“ I do, Hyunjin. I need you too. It’s still taking some getting used to that it’s ok for me to need you, but I do. I think I’m falling for you too.” You were honest with him and he rewarded you by nuzzling his nose into yours, giving it a peck. 

“I won’t do anything to make you uncomfortable, baby.” Though if your smell was any indication you were quite enjoying yourself. 

You shook your head, “I’m not uncomfortable Jinnie. In fact I.. I want more.” 

“Oh baby.” Hyunjin purred then reattached his mouth to yours and he lightly leaned you back to lay on his bed, hovering above you while he kissed you. He stuck his tongue back into your mouth, massaging your own with the wet appendage. 

You let out a squeak when you felt his hand find your thigh, his warm fingers running up and down your skin. Your own hands found the front of his shirt, tugging him closer to you. You felt yourself get drunk on the taste of him. 

He slid his hands up to your hips, under your dress, and he drummed his fingers there. Without removing his lips from your skin he peppered kisses from your lips to your chin and down your neck, the opposite side from your mating mark. 

“Tell me to stop.” He said in between kisses. “Tell me to stop before I go too far.”  

“I don’t want you to stop.” 

“Omega.”  His right hand traveled from your hip to your clothed core, thumbing over the wet patch. “Already so wet for me, huh? I haven't even touched you yet. My dirty girl.” You could feel him smirk against your skin, his kisses turning sloppy and wet.  

He rubbed against the wet patch through your panties, pushing the material between your folds and stimulating your bundle of nerves. 

A small moan slipped from you and you bit your lip. By now your slick was building quickly, completely soaking the fabric. 

The beta hummed at feeling it. “I can feel you starting to wet my fingers, baby. Can’t let all that goodness go to waste, can we?” He cooed rhetorically. 

Hyunjin laid one more suckling kiss to your chest (that will surely turn into a hickey) then he scooted himself down your body and bunched up your dress to sit over your hips. He finally got a good look at your soaked panties- a pair of green lacy ones. ‘Fitting’ He thought. 

He was drowning in the scent of your arousal, being this close was like a slap in the face. He could taste it before he even got his mouth on you. Hyunjin looked up at your red, panting face one last time before closing his eyes and licking up the wet patch on your underwear. He let out the filthiest moan he had ever made when he made contact. In turn making you moan too. 

“Ji-jinnie.” 

At the sound of his name he reached up and pulled your panties down your hips just enough to lick you with no barrier, then he dove in with his tongue. He swiped it up and down your folds, over the slit, collecting the liquid that leaked from you, drinking it like he was parched. Like he was dying of thirst. 

Your hands found his hair and you yanked in pleasure, your back arching. He took that as his invitation to go further, slithering his tongue to circle your clit where he wrapped his lips around it and suckled. 

A whine tore through you, so good but wanting more. 

“Jinnnnie please” 

He hummed in response, the vibrations flowing straight through to your core. 

“Nnnnnggghh” you groaned. 

He humored you and brought two fingers up to your opening, coating himself in the slick, before pushing in slowly up to the last knuckle. 

Your panting got louder at the intrusion. You were finding it difficult to keep quiet with how good it felt, the whole pack probably knows by now anyway. Not that you cared right now, but later you would be mortified. Oh well that was a problem for later. 

He gave you a second to adjust, feeling you clench on his fingers every time he licked your bundle, before easing the digits out slowly then back, a steady motion that gradually got quicker as he went. Soon enough he found the perfect rhythm where your moans got the loudest. He paid attention to things like that. 

Your thighs were beginning to shake from the pleasure, you knew if he kept it up you would tip into oblivion. 

“Jinnie ‘m gonna cum.” You pulled his hair in warning. He stayed steadfast, if anything he licked harder trying to get you there. After only a few more thrusts of his fingers you came with a cry, hips bucking against his face and hands knotted in his blond locks.

‘Damn she sounds divine when she comes’ He mused in his head, instead letting a moan of his own escape him at the taste of your cum and the sweet sounds you made for him. 

He pulled his fingers out of you and lifted his face to show you the wetness that covered the bottom half of his face. Then he made a show of sucking those same fingers into his mouth, eyes rolling when they hit his tongue. 

“Hyunjin!” You squealed and hid your face, “That's so dirty!” 

“Only for you, baby.” It hurt how sincere he was. “Do you wanna continue, or was that enough? I don’t wanna push you too far.”

Even though you were a little sensitive from the last few days you still wanted him. “ Wan’ you Jinnie. Need you.” 

He stood quickly to pull down his pants and underwear, revealing his length to you. It was so pretty. Long but on the slimmer side. Drool worthy. 

He removed his bottoms from himself completely, and pulled his shirt up over his head letting you get a good look at his slim but fit figure. He was tan like he had been in the sun recently. He reached into his bedside table for a condom, remembering what his alpha had said about not cumming in you. Yet. He quickly rolled it on. 

He got back on the bed and crawled up your body to hover over you, where he then gave you a peck on the mouth. “Are you sure, baby?” 

“Yes. Please Hyunjin.” you purred. 

He groaned “You’re gonna kill me one day.” 

The beta took himself in his hand and lined himself up, sweeping through the liquid to coat him, then slid inside inch by inch, giving you time to adjust to him. 

Your arms came to wrap around his bare shoulders, a long drawn out moan in his ears like the most beautiful melodies. 

You were so warm inside, and you gripped him like a vice so tightly he almost stopped breathing. After a beat he gave you a gentle thrust, then another and another, going deeper with each one. He took one of your thighs and wrapped it around his waist to press himself further into you, letting you feel his weight. If he died now he would die a happy man, having gotten a taste of what it’s like to be with you.

With each thrust you let out small high pitched noises, unable to contain them. Not that Hyunjin wanted you too. It wasn’t long before you were close to the edge once again. You were still worked up from the last one. 

Hyunjin could feel his impending orgasm but he needed you to come first. He brought two fingers up to your mouth and ran them along your lips gathering the drool that was accumulating there. Then he took those same digits and lowered them between your bodies to your clit, where he rubbed hard figure 8s. 

That seemed to be all you needed, your arms tightening around him as you came hard on his cock. Your eyes screwed shut as you moaned.

When you came you clenched hard. Hard enough to push Hyunjin to orgasm, he crashed his lips into yours and he shook against you as he filled the condom. 

For a few minutes he just held you there against him, both of you breathing hard. He wasn’t an alpha so he didn’t have to worry about a knot and was able to slip out if you easily. He held the condom secure as he did so, then stood up and quickly took it off and disposed of it in the trash can in the corner. 

You were still panting but coming too as he stood up. Can’t believe that just happened. There was a twinge of guilt for it, but that was quickly replaced with peace when Hyunjin gave you that signature grin with his pouty lips. 

He came back to his bed where you were still laying and plopped down next to you, giving you a kiss. “How was that, baby? Are you feeling ok?” 

“Mmhmm” You answered, snuggling up to the beta, needing the after sex comfort. 

“I hope you don't regret it.” His voice was timid now, as he put his face in your hair. "Don't regret me."

“No Hyunjin, of course not. I could never regret you.” There was zero hesitancy in your voice so he knew you were telling the truth. Chan had given you explicit permission, encouraged it, so there was nothing to regret. It felt good to be loved and wanted by these boys. Hyunjin definitely made you feel that way. 

He showed it by taking care of you now, getting up to grab you some water and a fresh pair of underwear from your room. Then he plopped down next to you once again and engaged in some cuddles. You could get used to this. 

A/N: Finnnnaallllyyyyyy getting some action from the other boys >:) I am so damn proud of this one yall idekkkk. These chapters are quickly becoming more and more self indulgent lol sorry

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[jeonsbabygirlsworld]

INDECISION

SUMMARY: You feel really insecure these days after giving birth to your second daughter but for your sake Jungkook is there to tell you on how pretty you are.

PAIRINGS: established relationship Jungkook X Reader.

WORD COUNT:1.1K

WARNINGS: reader is insecure about her body, Koo coming to rescue her, Dad kook :(. Bam is there as always! Reader is called Jagi sometimes.

SMUT WARNIGS: Kissing, lactation kink, mentions of male masturbation, she gets a bit shy because she didn't shave down there, fingering,cream pie, missionary , after care, lmk if I missed anything .

A/n : small teeny Drabble for y’all , wrote this instead of studying for my exam 😬🧍🏻‍♀️ Tumblr works on reblog system please reblog !! Also a simple “it good or it’s great”can make my entire day 💞This is 400+ followers special enjoy ! ❤️

“Daddy please” Hani pleaded with her doe eyes looking at Jungkook he sighed “No baby I’m sorry”Hani started fussing when he said no “Look baby you already have many dolls?” He said softly picking her up from the ground. His 4-year-old daughter was stubborn just like her mom and wanted the doll “One more won’t hurt Daddy” she said pouting her lips.  

Sighing he gave in and went to buy that for her. Jungkook thought of buying some groceries from the nearby mall when Hani spotted a doll shop, she promised she would only look around but instead, she started fussing when Jungkook wouldn’t let her take one.  

Loading all the groceries into the back of the car Hani was already settled in her car seat “Let’s go home soon and meet Mommy and Chae ” Jungkook said wiggling his eyebrows and starting his car, soft music playing in the car.  

You had to freshen up once again for the second time today, Chae your younger daughter puked out the milk you fed her. She was now asleep in her bed. Bam and you decided to play a bit waiting for your husband and daughter to come, Jungkook texted you he was on the way. Getting up Bam and you went to the kitchen to prepare something while Chae was still asleep.  

You heard the front door unlocking Hani came running to the kitchen “Hi Mommy see I bought a new doll, where is Chae is she asleep again?” Hani bombarded you with questions never really staying to one point “Wow baby, yeah Chae is asleep go wake her yeah sweetie?” You said kissing her cheeks “Hey baby, got something for you” Jungkook handed you some of your favourite chocolates and some fresh white tulips he picked up while on his way back home.

Bam rushed towards both of them wiggling his tail and climbing up in Jungkook's arm . Kissing him you told him to change and get ready to eat dinner.  

Chae was now awake playing with Hani and Bam while Jungkook helped you place the dishes on your dining table. “Hani come here and have your dinner baby” you said placing her favourite plate and spoons. "Yes, Mommy coming " Hani said while standing up while Chae cooed and started crying when Hani came to the dining table, grabbing her from her crib you had your little one in arms. " I'll go and feed bam, start with your dinner Jagi" Jungkook said standing up from his seat. Dinner soon ended with laughs and giggling Hani told me about her new Kindergarten and her friends. 

Both of your daughters knocked up soon while watching some animated movies. Bam was already rested in his kennel, tucking them on the bed you went to change, to sleep soon.  

While changing you stood in front of the mirror and sighed , Jungkook hummed at the site of you sighing "Kook I don't feel confident and pretty about my body anymore " you said slightly embarrassed and tears beaming in your eyes. "What are you saying baby, you look perfect," Jungkook said keeping his phone on the nightstand.

It’s been 4 months since you both had sex, the last time you had sex was when you were eight months pregnant. you've heard Jungkook jerking off in the shower once in a while. "Baby you look so fucking perfect, what makes you think you're not pretty?" he said sitting in front of you and grabbing your shoulders " I don't know kook I have stretch marks all over my stomach and thighs, I have baby fat still in my body," you said tearing up. Jungkook sighed kissing your cheeks " Baby it's serious why didn't you tell me this earlier? " Jungkook was shocked about why you didn’t let him know.

" you've given birth to our child baby, and about stretch marks you should not feel you're not pretty anymore, and some baby fat looks cute on you, you have them in the right spots," Jungkook says now lying over your breasts, laughing through tears you wave him off. Jungkook then kisses your lips slowly which soon turns into a make out session. "You're fine with having sex with me tonight baby?" he asked making sure you were comfortable with it.

Nodding at him he helps you to undress when you get a bit shy under his gaze "Kook I haven’t been shaving down there lately” you say in a slow tone we wave off saying “It’s fine baby” and move down towards your stomach slowly leaving wet kisses on your stretch marks and fat, leaning he is met with the site of your wet pussy.  

Groaning at the site “fuck so wet baby, what got you so worked up?” Jungkook whispered before leaning in to give a soft kiss to your core. Closing your eyes, you let yourself enjoy the pleasure he gave. “Ah ah baby watch me” He tutted “Tell me what you want baby, gonna give you everything you deserve” he added “Want your mouth kook” you said grabbing his hair. “Take what you want to have it your way,” he says softly sucking on your soaked clit “You taste like a fucking candy” Jungkook praises you for being a good girl and how wet you were “fuck so tight baby” curses left your mouth when he fingered you through your orgasm. 

Bawling your eyes out you finally came on his fingers “You gonna take my cock baby?” Jungkook said still unsure “Yeah kook want you in me now,” you said reassuring him “Looks so good waiting for me, glad I knocked you up with my babies” he groaned .

“My sexy baby mama, never gonna make you feel bad about your insecurities they look fucking perfect” his thrusts were getting rough but you both were careful to not make a bit of noise, Jungkook's hand pressed against your mouth to keep you from your moaning getting louder. His hands massaged your breasts and a few bits of milk oozing out of them made his lactation kink awake, sucking on them he moans at the sweet taste.  

“Fuck Jagi I’m gonna fucking come” Arrays of curses left your mouth, and slopping noises of your wet pussy made him cum faster than he even though “fuck kook so messy” you chuckle feeling the slick drip down to your ass. Laughing he settles his head on your neck whispering sweet things in your ear and occasionally biting on them. He backs away and brings in a towel to clean you up.  

You both cuddle up against each other wearing some cloths because Hani has a habit of barging in your room at early morning. Jungkook went to check up on both of them kissing their cheeks and closing the door. The baby monitor helps you when Chae cries in middle of night thankfully she was asleep.  

Whispering I love You's Sleep soon overcome you both.  

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[sinsandsweetness]

“consequences” - part 4 of PICK YOUR POISON - (a dads best friends love story)

part 1, 2, and 3

pairing- (Rick x fem!reader)

warnings- 18+ content, age gap, smut, needy + desperate reader, sneaky sex, almost getting caught, unprotected p in v, light choking, mutual pining, cream pie, poorly proofread. wc 3.9k

notes- i know this took forever, so thank you all for the patience. i rewrote this like three or four times because i just wasn’t as happy with it as i am with the first three parts. i’m pretty happy with it now but I feel it isn’t as playful as the first three. regardless, please tell me what you think:) comments and reblogs are always incredibly appreciated and your feedback means a lot to me <3 enjoy!

3 weeks.

That’s how long it took you to break him. Since that day up in your room, during the barbecue. When he was insistent on showing you how much better he could take care of you than anyone else could. 3 weeks from then is when you finally broke him. And who’d have thought it’d be in your own home, with your dad passed out on the main floor. Unaware of the downright filth happening upstairs in your bedroom. Filth that if he ever found out, would send him into cardiac arrest. Though you’re always careful, and to you, the risk is definitely worth the reward.

But it’s not like you haven’t had a couple close calls. Stolen kisses and flirty glances can’t go unnoticed forever. Your father hasn’t ever said anything. Even when he can see Rick’s hands on your waist, lingering a minute too long. Or the way you always sit right next to him. Pressed up as close as humanly possible. Practically in his lap. Well... sometimes actually in his lap. Your father’s not stupid. But, he’s also not exactly the most confrontational man. And he’s never actually caught you. There’s been no real confirmation of his suspicions. Until today that is.

After a long day of work at your dads construction site, Rick arrives at your house before any of the others. Freshly showered with a case of beer. It’s just you and him in the kitchen. Making small talk as he tries to pretend there isn’t a band of tension pulling the two of you closer and closer with every meaningless question.

“Didn’t know you were coming over,” you say, chopping up some vegetables on a cutting board. Glancing up at Rick who can’t seem to look you in the eyes. Distracted by the tiny little outfit you have on. A skirt, despite the brisk weather. A tight, fitted long sleeve that’s pushing your breasts together in the most enticing way possible. No bra. Clearly. And then there’s the best part. The part he keeps glancing down at while licking his lips and taking in a deep breath. Your thigh highs. White knit thigh high socks that make him want to pin you up against the counter and fuck you then and there.

“I uh- your dad told us to come for some drinks,” he looks up at you again, this time you’re leaning against the island, brushing your hands together to dry them off.

“So… where’s my dad then?” You ask, stepping even closer to the man. Too close, you realize at the hitch of his breath.

It’s been a really long 3 weeks.

“Uh- I imagine he got sidetracked. I know Maggie was looking for him. Probably caught up in conversation.”

“And Shane? Daryl?”

“On their way.”

“Hmm.” You hum. You’re right in front of him now. You can smell his cologne and the shampoo he uses. Damp curls forming at the base of his neck. Casual black jeans on, and a simple grey tee shirt. He places the case of beer right next to you on the counter, stepping in close so he’s pressed up against you. Trapped between his warm body and the cool marble.

You stay like that for a moment. Both of your minds going back to the night last week that you snuck out. To what happened in that truck. But more importantly what didn’t happen. What you’ve been praying would happen for weeks.

Finally he leans in, pressing a sweet little kiss to the corner of your lips before dipping lower. Breathing in your perfume.

“Missed you,” he admits into your neck. The warmth of his breath sends little pinpricks down your arms.

You breath in a quiet gasp when he kisses your neck. Warm, soft lips making their way down to your collarbone. His hands on either side of your waist, planting you against the counter.

God, you want him so bad it hurts.

Your hand goes to the back of his neck, pulling him up so his lips are forced against yours. Kissing him with the same fervor and necessity that had been building all month. Since that very first kiss in your dads garage. Since that day at the barbecue when Rick took you upstairs and showed you how much better he is at making your legs shake than Shane. Since the pool party, the day you were a complete tease and they all knew it. When Rick decided to take you down to the pool shed and teach you a lesson. You had no idea fingers could even feel that good. But Rick’s do. Everything Rick does, feels good to you.

And then, there was the night last week. The one that both of you have been thinking about every hour since.

You’d snuck out your bedroom window just to see him. To go for a drive and park on the side of the road. You kissed him til your lips were swollen and your panties were soaking through.

You know he’s wanted you from the very start. When he first met your dad and started coming over. Well before you’d ever kissed him. Showed interest in him. But that night, it hit him. How much he wants you to himself. How much he loves being alone with you. Just you. But no matter how tempted he may have seemed, he still refused to break the agreement. He still wouldn’t fuck you.

Yet.

“Rick-“ you gasp against his lips as he pulls you up onto the counter, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist. Skirt riding up to expose your lacy panties. You can feel him against you. How badly he wants you. How hard he is for you. How hard he’s been every night since the night you snuck out to see him. Touching himself to the thought of you, wishing he’d just fucked you then, on the side of the highway in the dead of night. Just you and him and the stars acting as the only witnesses to your risky little love affair.

“Want you,” you say against his lips, his hand starting to gently wrap around the front of your throat. His other arm pulls you in by the waist so you’re completely flush with his chest.

“Want you so bad,”

But before he can mumble a response into your mouth, both of you hear the garage door open. You both freeze. Eyes going wide, you slide off the counter, immediately pulling your skirt back to an appropriate length. Rick rubs a hand over his face, turning the other direction. Giving you a moment of privacy to get yourself situated and to deal with the tent in the front of his jeans.

Your father walks in first.

You can't even look at him. Blush so very apparent on your pretty face as you look down at the cutting board, pretending to be occupied with the assortment of vegetables. Daryl and Shane head straight for the fridge. Only giving you a smirk of acknowledgment as their gaze is darting in between you and Rick.

Your father notices. The way you won’t look him in the eye. The way Rick is nervously running a hand through his hair and how his eyes keep darting over to you. He sees it. He’s not stupid. But for whatever reason, he doesn’t say anything. He just stalks over and slaps Rick on the back with a, “thanks man, really needed this after the week we’ve had.”

Rick nods in agreement, taking a sip of the bottle your father just handed him. Rick looks over at you. Something unspoken behind his eyes that you can’t quite make out. Yeah, it’s been a long week indeed.

You don’t stay downstairs long. When Shane and your father start getting all loud and rowdy in the living room, the empty bottles of their fifth beers being knocked over onto the hardwood as their play fight begins, that’s when you decide to head upstairs with a quick wave, “g’night.” Rick is the only one who catches it. Nodding back at you as you climbed the stairs. Watching you sway your hips with every step. Skirt so short that the bottom of your ass cheeks are on full display.

You try sleeping. But every time you close your eyes you see Rick. That night in his truck. Straddling his waist and unbuckling his belt. The way he kissed you so deep. Filled with so much lust. So much need. You’d never felt that before. And even though he told you exactly how bad he wanted you, he didn’t have to. You could feel it. With every touch. Every kiss. That’s why it surprised you when you tried to go all the way and he still wanted to stop you.

“Not like this. I can’t- I'm… we’re not doin’ it like this.”

“Why?” You were out of breath, still trying at his belt but his hand came down to stop you, firmly calling your name. Grabbing your full attention to his stormy blues.

“We’re on the side of the road for christs sake. It should be- fuck. We should be at home in a real bed. Not sneaking around in some beater pickup in the middle of nowhere-”

“Rick-”

“No.”

“This is perfect.” You tried to assure him.

He sighed and pulled your forehead against his, catching your lips before mumbling, “You’re perfect.”

“I want this. I want you.”

“I know. And you have no idea how badly I want this too. But I can’t. I just- we can’t.”

He still made you come. Regardless of the fact that he wouldn’t fuck you. He wasn’t going to let you go home without a proper orgasm.

But you needed more. Needed him.

And now, laying in bed, reliving the scene in your head with your hands trailing down to your panties, you’re soaking right through. Your stomach doing backflips at the memory of his hands roaming your body in the dark.

With a frustrated groan, you sit up. Fuck. A cold shower is what you really need.

You get up and open your bedroom door, immediately met with the sight of Rick on the top step of the stairs. He’s got his index pressed to his lips when he sees you. Telling you to be quiet. Hush.

He’s smiling behind his hand. Dropping it as he reaches your bedroom door. He brings his arm up to the doorway, leaning on it. Other hand sporting a half empty bottle of beer. You wonder how many he’s had.

“They’re all passed out on the couch aren’t they?” You ask, crossing your arms and leaning against the doorway. Arms only inches from his chest.

“How’d you guess?”

“Well… it’s quiet, for one,” you turn around and head to your bed, sitting down and waiting for him to follow.

He does.

“And two… you’re here.” You say.

“I am.”

He sits down. A quiet moment passes and he takes another swig of beer before placing the bottle on your nightstand.

“Y’know, if you really don’t wanna sleep with me, you should probably stop inviting yourself into my bedroom. It’s sending some pretty mixed signals.”

He chuckles at your comment. “Mixed signals huh?” His hand goes to your leg, tracing the band of your thigh highs. You’re no longer wearing your skirt. Just panties, socks and an ex-boyfriend's baggy tee shirt.

“Yeah,”

“I was thinkin’ the same thing about you, sweetheart,” his hand makes its way up your thigh. His palm is rough against your smooth skin, the attention sending a jolt straight between your legs.

“How so?”

“Shane? Daryl?” He says it like it’s obvious. You fooling around with the other best friends.

“That’s different.” You look up at him now, the tiniest scowl on your face.

“How so?” His tone is soft but it’s clear he’s mocking you.

You open your mouth to respond but something stops you. Deep breath. You’re looking at his lips now. And he knows it.

“I wanted you, y’know. They’re fun and all but…“ you swallow. You need Rick. From the very start it’s been pretty obvious that you like him best. Always sitting next to him, as close as you can get. There’s just something different about Rick. The way he makes you feel. The way he was so quick to claim you. How he’s possessive and attentive and so insanely infatuated by you. It’s just… different. You can’t explain it.

“But what?” His nose is nearly touching yours at this point. One hand on your thigh and the other one reaching for your face. Thumb running across your jaw as you lean in.

You’re voice is quiet when you finally speak.

“I want you.”

He lips graze yours and you have a feeling that he heard you this time. Like, really fucking heard you. Not just the words leaving your mouth, but everything else that you’re trying to say. The way your heart is beating fast and you’re breathing is all shallowed. How he can see every nervous little tic that goes through you as he leans in to kiss you.

So he gives in. Reluctantly of course. If asking, “you sure about this?,” while peeling your panties down your legs is considered reluctant. Or worriedly whispering that “we could get caught,” while tossing your shirt across the room and leaning down to suckle at your breasts, nipping and sucking a few little love bites where no one else will see but him. Because that’s so very reluctant of him.

His hands are wrapped around your waist as he kisses down your stomach. Soft lips making their way down between your legs, propping one of your legs up and kissing your inner thigh. He takes his time, biting your leg and dragging his teeth down your sensitive skin. The action makes you whine, hands going straight to his curls.

“Rick just- c’mon,”

“Why don’t you just lay back and look pretty, huh?”

“Rick-” you’re on fire. Need pulsing through your bloodstream with every touch. His hands are holding your hips to the mattress, preventing them from squirming around. The featherlight kisses he’s peppering over your clit are bordering on the side of torture. You know he’s just trying to take his time. To savour the feeling and drag it on. Make it last and make it special. But he doesn’t realize how badly you need him to push your knees to your chest and fuck you til you’re a moaning mess.

“Rick.” You tug on his hair, trying to get him to just fuck you already. You’ve been waiting over a month for this. And judging by the arousal dripping onto your pink, cotton sheets, you definitely don’t need the foreplay.

“Maybe you’d get what you want if you used your manners a little more. Ever thought of that?” He looks up at you. And despite his words, he follows the hand urging him to come up and kiss your lips. To replace his shoulders with his hips in between your legs.

“Please,” you breath out. If manners is all he wants, then you’re a lucky girl. You’d tell him whatever he wants to hear if it mean he’ll fuck you. “Please, please, just fuck me, just-”

“God, you’re such a brat,” he cuts you off with a kiss, you’re legs instinctively wrapping around his clothed torso. And the feeling of his denim against your bare clit isn’t helping your incredibly desperate situation.

You reach for his belt mid kiss and you can tell that his instincts are telling him to stop you. To tell you that you’re dad’s downstairs and that it’s wrong. But with his forehead pressed against yours, warm breath fanning over your lips he dips down to kiss your neck. He doesn’t stop you. He lets you unbuckle his belt and push his jeans down, enough to reach his cock, standing tall and eager. You tug on his tee shirt and he helps you take it off, throwing it onto the pile of both your clothes building on your floor. You pull him in close with your legs, knitted socks all soft against his bare back, almost locking him into place. Your hands are on his jaw, pulling him in as you bite his bottom lip, gently dragging it out and earning a groan. At the same time, he lines himself up with your aching cunt. He enters you slowly with a muffled moan. A gasp leaves your lips at the stretch. He’s much bigger than anyone you’ve been with. In length and in girth.

Once every thick inch is completely inside of you, he can tell that you need a minute. Your breath is caught in your throat as you adjust to his size.

Well, no going back now.

“You okay?” He asks in between kisses. Keeping his hips still as you get used to the feeling.

You nod, “Just- go slow, ok?”

You can’t help the moan that’s crawling up your throat when he does as you say. Slow, intentional movements in and out. Fuck he’s big. But fuck, does it ever feel good.

“You feel so good,” you tell him. You need to tell him. To let him know how much you love it. How much you needed it. Needed him. “Please don’t ever stop.”

His breathing is heavy. Pushing down the groans and sounds you so desperately wish he would let you hear. He’s trying so hard not to come. You’re so wet. So warm. So tight around his cock and so fucking pretty laying there underneath him. Moaning all sorts of praise.

“You’re so big,”

“Rick, yes.”

“Right there, please.”

“Feels so good,”

And your words add fuel to the fire burning inside of him. The way you’re holding onto his neck, legs locked behind his back. Lips parted in the long awaited bliss of being filled right up. Taking him so well. And he makes sure to tell you it, too.

“That’s it, baby. Doin’ so good,” he kisses you again, “taking me so well.”

There’s a lot of hands. Grabbing at arms, necks, hair, faces. Whatever either of you can reach as he snaps his hips against yours. He’s done going slow. His pace is making your back arch off the bed and guttural, almost pornographic noises start to pour from your lips. Swollen and rosy and constantly catching his with every opportunity.

“Shhhh-“ Rick brings a hand up to your face. Forehead still pressed agains yours as he covers your mouth. “Gonna wake em’ up if you keep making so much noise.”

That’s not the only reason he needs you to shut up. It’s true, but it’s not the only reason.

He can’t take it. Well, at least he doesn’t think he can.

When he pulls out, your eyes go wide. No. Don’t stop. Why the hell is he stopping?

“What- oh.” your head falls back to the pillow at the feeling of his tongue on your clit. His fingers already knuckle deep and curling upwards to hit your sweet spot. Those fucking sounds you’re making are driving him crazy. But at least he knows he can last a little longer this way. Maybe make you come before he fucks you again. A little less pressure to perform when you’re already dumb from his fingers. From his tongue. From the way he’s sucking on your clit and pushing up on your thigh, fingers driving into you so hard you could scream.

You have to cover your own mouth. You know you’re being too noisy. And you also know the last thing either of you want is for your father to wake up to the sound of his daughter getting finger fucked by his best friend. By his friend who’s at least 15 years older than you. The one he’s been suspicious of for a few weeks now, over analyzing the way he looks at you. The way he listens to you. The way he brings you up and asks what you’re up to. All of it. And then earlier. The flushed faces of guilt and embarrassment when he got home in the middle of your moment.

You don’t need any kind of interruption. Anything that might put off the thing you’ve been pining for so badly for so long. But you definitely don’t need the interruption to come hurling up the stairs, drunk and careless and ready to fight.

So you bite your lip til it bleeds. A hot wave of pleasure erupts from your core, and spreads through you like a wildfire. Fuck. Those damn fingers.

Before you can even catch your breath, while your muscles are still twitching from your orgasm, his forearms find their way to either side of your face and he pushes inside of you once again.

“Ohmygod,”

You’re soaking. Both of you can hear it. The sounds of your slick, wet cunt perfectly taking every single thrust. So wet. And all for him.

“Ohmygod,” you repeat, nails raking down his back as he lifts your leg over his shoulder, deepening the angle to something otherworldly. Heaven or paradise or whatever utopia you can think up, couldn’t even compare. Not to this. Not to him. The way his cock kisses your cervix with every snap of his hips. The way his hands are roaming over your body. Trying to touch every square inch he can. The way he’s whispering all that dirty praise, telling you how good you feel. How wet you are for him. How fucking perfect you are. For him. The way he kisses the leg propped up on his shoulder, leaning back to admire what a mess he’s made out of his best friends daughter. So pretty and perfect. All flushed and glowing with a thin sheen of sweat coating your chest. Eyes glossed over in complete and utter ecstasy.

Nothing can compare.

“Rick, I- I-” your voice keeps catching in your throat.

“What? What is it?”

“Rick I- uh,” Ricks thumb runs over your bottom lip, dragging it out.

“I’m gonna come.” Your voice is hushed but your words don’t go unnoticed. Your grip tightens on his shoulders as his long fingers make their way down your body, pushing down on your lower stomach. It’s an intense pressure, sweet and comforting and so fucking enraptured that it brings tears to your eyes.

“God, you’re so pretty. Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock. ” He coaxes it out of you. Sultry moans leave your lips as you both reach your climax. Locking your leg around his waist as he fills you with his seed. Dipping down to press a passionate kiss to your mouth. Tongue tracing your own as his hips stutter to a stop. Heavy breathing with your chests pressed together. Thigh muscles straining from the angle but you can’t find it in you to care. Too overwhelmed by such an incredible high.

He whispers your name against your lips.

“Yeah?” You’re out of breath, doe eyes glancing up at him like he’s some kind of god.

“You are so fucking perfect.”

You know that while he means it, it’s not what he really wants to say. As if it might scare you off if he speaks the truth. If he tells you what he’s really thinking. It won’t. But he doesn’t know that.

Slowly, he pulls out of you. You can’t help but wince at the loss of contact. Leaned back on his knees, Rick tucks himself back into his jeans, forgetting all about his belt at the hypnotic sight of his cum dripping out of you. Both of you too caught up in the moment to think about a condom. And too blissed out now to find it in yourselves to care. His fingers trace through the warm liquid. You find yourself flinching at the sensitivity when he brushes over your clit.

“I’ll uh- I’ll grab a washcloth. Just- stay here, ok?”

You smile up at him. So predictably sweet and caring and clearly starting to overthink as he comes down from his high. Mind racing with “what if’s” and the overwhelming fear that you might regret it. Regret him.

But you don’t.

“Wait,” you grab his arm as he starts to stand up, heading for the bathroom to clean you up. To take care of you.

“Can we go again?”

A flash of surprise and then a wave of relief washes over his face as he sits back down.

“Jesus, kid.” He smiles and settles back in between your legs.

Right where he belongs.

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[tojisun]

was struck suddenly by this thought

okay biker!simon but he's got his shit together and he's hubby and you have a kid (2yo?) with him

in India, bikes are the primary mode of transport everyone has one and lots of the kids love love going on rides. my 2nd cousin (?) (relations are diff there) he's 2 years old and he's the cutest thing in the world and he will not sleep at night until his dad takes him out for a spin on the bike. he comes back all smiley and sleepy it's so fucking cute omfg

IMAGINE THAT WITH SIMON

( bikes aren't seen as dangerous in India bc literally every household has one and people will carry their babies on the bike. ik it's different elsewhere but I just cannot stop thinking ab simon going for a spin with his baby :((( )

love you, drink water sunny 👊

ur cousin not sleeping till he gets a ride is so cute omg :((( such a cutie pie 🥺

but no absolutely!! i feel like biker!simon would spoil his kids sm that they get demanding when he doesn’t get to take them out on a ride

thinking about your little two year old girl waiting patiently in the living room while her dad washes up (simon closed the shop today), with her little helmet already strapped in. the tv is on for reruns of cartoons but she’s distracted, squirming at every drop of sound, thinking it’s simon finally out of the shower.

you chuckle as you rub her back, trying to make her calm down, but you guess her exhaustion and excitement are finally mixing, making one whiny baby. you pitch forward to press a kiss on her little fist.

that, at least, makes her look at you.

“excited, little pea?” you ask, brushing your thumb on the apple of her cheek.

“mhmm!” she says before turning back to her cartoons.

what a blessing she is.

simon pops out of the corner just then, crooning, “ready to go, peanut?”

your daughter squeals, scrambling to get off the couch to run towards simon. simon laughs, crouching down and opening his arms to embrace her, but she’s barrelling into him too fast, unable to stop, and it knocks her helmet against his chin.

“jesus–”

“daddy, go!” is all what your daughter says, so impatient and spoiled, and simon just coos again, finding no fault in her little demands.

“of course, of course.” he stands up. “let’s say bye to mommy?”

you stand then too, moving close to them carefully. your beloved angel turns at hearing simon’s words, her pudgy cheeks now rounder with her smile. “buh-bye!”

“bye bye, darlin’,” you reply, kissing her little fist again. “have fun with daddy, yeah? tell him to ride carefully because he’s got my whole world with him.” this you say to simon, playful and teasing.

simon scrunches his nose in reply—fatherhood looks so beautiful in him.

“don’t worry, love. y’know i’ll do everything to keep her safe,” he murmurs, pressing close to breathe you in. “we’ll be home in twenty. see you then.”

you kiss his jaw. “see you then, baby.”

your little angel waves her goodbyes again before they disappear to the garage, simon’s quiet murmurs filling up the space while your daughter hums in replies, still not yet ready for much words.

simon hefts himself up and places her in front of him, making sure that her helmet is secured and her jacket’s all zipped up. it is a quiet routine, one that simon completes with ferocious intensity. he’s never once skipped out on this, never once had been lazy with it, and it makes your heart warm.

he looks up after his final check, turning to you with one last wave, before he’s snapping his visor down and revving the engine. then they’re off.

later, simon will come back with a slumbering princess in his arms. you two make a quiet work on removing her helmet and her shoes, before simon takes her to sleep. then, he’ll slide in beside you, pull you in for cuddles, before recounting their little adventure to you.

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IM SORRY THIS BECAME A RAMBLE AND ITS NOT EVEN ABOUT THE BIKE RIDE BUT ITS JUST :((( dad simon is so so precious

love you too vi and yes im gulping down rn as i type!!

[starshideurfics]

Thirsty Thursday - Ring my bell, part 3

part 2

steddie, omegaverse, flagging/signaling culture, getting together, mdni 🔞

Steve shivers with the cold, being mostly out of his pants in the back of Eddie’s van, his hand still buried in the alpha’s hair.

Eddie snuffles tighter against his crotch, purring his pleasure.

“Hey, Piggy,” Steve murmurs, staring softly down at him, noting the time from the digital face of Eddie’s watch, “I should be going, it’s getting late.”

Whimpering, Eddie kisses Steve’s hip as he slithers back. “Yeah, um, it is,” he says softly as he reaches blindly behind himself, grabbing the bandana from his back pocket, and handing it to Steve. 

Steve stares at the wet spot on Eddie’s jeans as he wipes between his legs. He drops the bandana, sure Eddie will huff his slick while he jerks off tonight, warmth filling his chest over how potent Eddie’s desire is for him. He misses the leg hole of his panties the first time, uncoordinated as he works his way back into his jeans.

The warm green scent in the van has gone sharp and bitter under the overwhelming sweetness of Steve’s cum. “Hey, Eddie,” Steve says, smiling when the alpha meets his eyes, “Got a pen?”

“Um…” Eddie digs through his backpack, finding a sharpie and handing it to Steve.

“Thanks.” Steve grabs his hand and scribbles his phone number into Eddie’s palm. “I get off work at 6 tomorrow. Call me.”

Eddie nods emphatically. “Okay. Yeah, I’m free tomorrow night.”

“Good boy.” Steve pats his cheek, grinning as Eddie leans toward him. “My little mushroom pig.”

Pouting, Eddie drops his head to hide against Steve’s shoulder and groans, “Never gonna let me live that down, huh?”

“Nope! So, I guess you’ve gotta live up to your own hype.” Gripping Eddie’s chin, he turns his face towards him and kisses him slow and sweet. “Promise I’ll wash off my blockers before I see you again.”

A purr rumbles through Eddie’s chest. “Good. Wanna smell you everywhere.”

“I know.”

Eddie surprises him by kissing him hard, too much tongue that Steve gentles, ending with a soft nip at his lower lip. 

Finally, they pull apart, not really wanting to separate. “Good night, Eddie.”

“Night, Steve.”

🐽🐽🐽

His entire shift at Family Video drags, even on a busy Saturday, Steve feels every single minute he’s stuck there. The drive to drop Robin off and then to his own house feels even longer somehow. At least until he turns onto his street and sees a familiar, shitty van waiting in his driveway.

“I called a couple times today, and no one picked up, so I figured your folks were out of town,” Eddie says before popping the last bite of a Hostess cherry pie in his mouth. 

“Business trip,” Steve affirms, trying to stay nonchalant as he climbs out of his car and crosses over to the van. He takes Eddie’s right hand, fingers pressing into the simpler ring there. “You never said what this one means.” Steve taps against the band.

Eddie looks away and clears his throat. “It, um… It was my mom’s.” Steve squeezes his hand, perfectly ready to leave it at that, but Eddie looks up with a smile and squeezes back. “It’s a mood ring. She always said it was about seeing all the magic the world has to offer.”

“That’s beautiful.” Steve lifts their joined hands to his lips and kisses the space on Eddie’s finger just below the ring. “I thought I told you I was gonna shower before I saw you again.”

Blushing, Eddie leans back against the side of his van. “I can wait! Wherever you want me, I’ll wait.”

“Don’t wanna wait. We’ll just have to rearrange the evening’s schedule.” He grins, showing off his teeth.

Then he drags Eddie up to his room for another lesson in giving head, one that ends with him returning the favor. Steve’s pretty sure he sucked Eddie’s brain out through his dick, since he fell flat on his back on Steve’s bed after he came. 

Going to showers after, Steve takes his time, and finds Eddie exactly where he left him, soft cock hanging out of his pants. Steve brings him a warm washcloth, helps him get cleaned up and tucked away. Then he leads Eddie downstairs -and puts on the TV. 

His scent soft and clean, Steve lounges on the couch with Eddie cuddled close, the alpha’s nose pressed firmly against his mating gland. He has Eddie’s hand in his own, scenting at his palm and refraining from taking his thumb into his mouth. He’s trying to keep things calm for the rest of the night.

Steve always thought scentmates would work like in the movies: a jolt of lightning through his body that lets him know ‘this alpha is the one.’ Instead, Eddie’s scent makes him warm, in every way it’s possible to feel warm. The rightness of *knowing* Eddie is his pack, the same way he knows Dustin is his pack.

In that moment, Steve is glad to have his stupid padlock necklace off, never wearing it in water to protect the metal and keep his mother from nagging. But his neck isn’t locked away anymore. He’s pretty sure it belongs to Eddie.

part 4

[aprocessionofthoughts]

Sleepy Summons

whumptober23 day 29- scented candle fandom- dp x dc TW- none summary- Danny just wants to go to sleep

ao3 masterlist

Dick was kind of embarrassed. But at least everyone would be embarrassed with him. If they made it out alive.

Look, they had thought it was a simple cult, but apparently there was at least a little magic at play, because they had managed to capture not only Dick, but also Jason, Tim, and Damian.

Batman was supposed to be on his way, but he had been out of town so it might take him a while. Dick just hoped these cultists took their time with the summoning. 

The cultists began to gather around the summon circle which had been lined with candles.

Well, it looked like they wouldn't be that lucky today.

The chanting started and the candles glowed brighter as the chal lines glowed green. Then suddenly a figure appeared in the center of the circle.

Dick stared for a second, unsure if he was actually seeing what he thought he was seeing.

There was a boy, maybe between Damian and Tim’s age standing in the center of the circle.They had black hair and blue eyes, and were holding a toothbrush and toothpaste.

The boy blinked at the cultists around him and looked over at the tied up bats.

“Ummm….” The boy said.

Some of the cultists shifted and started muttering among themselves.

Then the boy sniffed the air. “Are those pumpkin spice scented candles?”

“They had a sale.” one of the cultists said.

“Shut up, Jerry.” the potential leader said.

“No, no. I like it.” said the boy. “But now I'm hungry for pumpkin pie.”

“Me too.”

“Shut up, Jim. We’re not making conversation with the foul demon.”

“Wos, okay. I didn't think I smelled that bad.”

“Shut up.” snarled the lead cultist.

The boy held his hands up, accidentally squeezing the toothpaste. He stared at his now toothpaste covered hand. “Look what you made me do.”

“It doesn’t matter.” the leader gritted his teeth. “I summoned you–”

“Actually, it wasn’t just you that summoned me.”

Dick could see the leader trembling with suppressed rage. 

“As the leader of this group, I command you to obey my orders.” 

“But, like, dit you get to be the leader through a cote or did you just appoint yourself.” the boy said, ignoring him.

“He kind of just appointed himself.” said one of the other cultists.

“Dud, that sucks. Are you guys really willing to put up with this?”

“Shut up!” the leader screeched.

“No, he’s right. I want to vote for our leader. What do you guys think?”

Several of the other cultists nodded.

“I vote for you, Freddie. All in favor?”

“Aye.” said everyone but the leader who was spluttering with anger.

“You can’t do that! I’m the leader! I gave you all the leader !”

“But we gathered all the ingredients and drew the circle!”

The boy spoke up again. “What do you guys even get out of this?”

There was silence for a moment.

“You know, I actually don’t really know. What about you Jerry?”

“No. What about you Linda?”

“I just thought we were going to get drunk or something.”

“Demon, I command you to be silent!” the leader said, looking like he’d finally had enough.

The boy glared at him. “First of all, I’m not a demon. Second of all, I don’t feel like being quiet. And third of all, I was finally going to get to sleep on time when you guys summoned me. So, I’m sure you’ll all understand that I'm a bit peeved. And lastly,” the boy stepped out of the summoning circle and the cultists scrambled back. “You were fools for thinking that you could control creatures from the other side of the veil. Most of them would kill you, but since I already showered and don’t feel like washing blood off of myself tonight, I’ll just leave you for the bats.”

The boy's eyes began to glow a bright blue and his hair moved in a nonexistent wind. Frost began to sweep from under his feet toward the cultists. Ice climbed up their legs and crept up until it completely covered them.

Then the boy turned toward them.

Dick swallowed. He hated the occult. He just hoped that whoever this was would leave them alone. He had said he’d leave the cultists for the bats, but still, you could never be certain with the occult. This being was probably not even human.

The boy stepped forward and Dick tensed as he reached out and touched Tim on the shoulder. The ropes holding him fell to the ground, and the boy repeated the process with all of them.

When Dick had removed the tape that covered his mouth he asked, “Who are you?”

“Look,” the boy had rolled his eyes, “I’m tired and I don’t have time to play twenty questions with you right now. If you want, you can just ask your sad trenchcoat man about the Infinite Realms, and also, tell him to stop selling his soul. It causes a lot of paperwork.”

With that, the boy disappeared.

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Damnny groaned as he appeared back in his bathroom. He abandoned his toothbrush and toothpaste and rinsed off his hand, before heading to his room and collapsing on his bed.

He’d deal with all the problems that summoning caused tomorrow. Or next week. As long as Clockwork didn’t say anything, he could take his time.

[mystra-midnight]

Language of Lust

summary: a botched hunt means that you need a refresher in latin thankfully sam is there to help.

warnings: 18+ only. mentions of a panic attack. forced orgasm. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. anal sex. unprotected sex. squirting. creampie.

words: 3.2k

notes: so a while ago i saw a post about being dommed in another language. and honestly it unlocked a kink i never knew i had. that post spawned this idea. please ignore the latin translations if they aren’t correct as i used google to translate. :)

In the days following the botched demon hunt, the atmosphere within the base had become tense, and that meant the three of you had been at each other's throats. It hadn’t mattered how many times you’d apologized or promised to do better next time, how much pie you’d bought for Dean, or that you’d cooked Sam's favorite meal twice; nothing had fixed it.

In truth, you all needed some space.

You most of all.

That panic attack came out of nowhere and left you completely shaken. Even a week later, you were hyperfocused on the details of it—the way the walls of the room had shuddered and groaned as you spoke the ritual words, making dust and old cobwebs fall around you. When you thought about it, your heart would race so fast and slam against your breastbone so hard that you could have sworn it started to crack.

The ringing in your ears had been a deafening crescendo, and your eyes had been a waterfall of tears even when Sam had knelt in front of you and pulled you into his chest. You remembered the sound of his voice and the beating of his heart as he whispered to you soothingly until the tears finally stopped.

You still didn't remember much about what had actually happened, but you knew that the demon had gotten away, and you knew that Dean was pissed and Sam was disappointed. Neither of them needed to say it out loud.

So for the past few days, you've busied yourself with whatever task you could find to take your mind off the entire situation. Dean had very much done the same; you hadn’t seen him since this morning, when he’d come back to grab a few things and then left again.

You knew that Sam was somewhere in the base; you’d seen him in passing a few times, but the two of you hadn’t spoken more than a few words to each other.

Normally, that would have upset you. You hated fighting with the boys, but you were feeling better and in a relatively good mood today.

You sigh as you step into the kitchen after showering to wash the sweat and anxiety from your skin. Your hair is still damp, and you're dressed in one of Dean's old shirts and a tight pair of bicycle shorts. Sam entered soon after, dressed just as casually. He looked entirely undisturbed by the events of the past few days.

"Hey," you say in passing, trying to sound as casual as possible.

"Hey yourself," he answers with a smile. For a moment, there was silence between you, but even that was short-lived. "You got the words wrong, you know," Sam says, leaning a hip against the door frame while he stares at you with arms crossed. He didn't sound angry, but it wasn't like he needed to say it; you knew you'd gotten them wrong.

Your head snaps around to stare at him, eyes narrowing at the fucking audacity he spoke with. Was that really what he wanted to say? "Yeah," you answer, your expression souring and your mouth in a tight-lipped scowl. "I figured that out from the silent treatment." You shrug your shoulders, trying not to let the hurt bleed into your voice as you turn away and busy yourself straightening a piece of paper on the table.

"Silent treatment?" He asks, pushing off the wall to come towards you. "No one is giving you the silent treatment."

"Sure you’re not," you scoff in response.

"We’re not."

"Then where is Dean? He’s running off doing his own thing because he’s pissed off at me for ruining the hunt, and it’s been two days since you said this much to me, Sam." You huff, clearly annoyed, as you cross your arms and glare at him. "No one learns from the silent treatment, Sam. Sure, I messed up. I know I did, and I’ll learn from that. The two of you don’t need to be assholes about it. But whatever, live and let live."

He walks briskly towards you, and you step back, not in fear but because the raw emotions in his eyes stun you—lust and dominance mingling beautifully in the depths of his iridescent orbs. Sam doesn't stop when you back away; instead, he walks until the small of your back is pressed against the edge of the table, and then he cages you between his arms, palms pressed flat against the table top.

"S - Sam?" You stutter when his lips pull into a smooth smirk. One of his hands grabs you by the hip, his fingertips biting into your skin just a little bit too much, and he pulls you against him, painting his body firmly against yours.

And then he’s kissing you, and you kiss him, and whatever anger was on your tongue dies.

Sam does not waste time and pushes his hand into your bicycle shorts, the material so tight that it fits you like a second skin. He wants desperately to rip it down your legs and feast on your pussy, but he shows remarkable restraint.

"If you wanted more lessons," he says between heated kisses that muffle your little gasps when he starts to rub his fingers against your clit. "You just needed to ask, sweetheart." His other hand grasps your jaw hard with his thumb and forefinger, pushing into your cheeks so that you were pouting when he kissed you again, pushing his tongue into your mouth.

You have the notion to argue with him but are silenced when he pushes a finger through your folds, which are slick with desire and anticipation. You grab at his arm when he prods your entrance, making your knees weak. "Sam, I—" you start but are silenced by the stare in his eyes.

"In Latin." 

"Sam?"

"In Latin." He says it again, this time with more force, his words accompanied by a second finger being pushed into your tight hole, drawing a wanton moan from your lips. You’re not sure where this behaviour is coming from. Sam had never so much as hinted at liking you, but in truth, you weren’t one to complain—not when he was knuckles deep in your cunt.

Your fingers curl tightly around the edge of the table, nails scratching at the underside, knuckles white under the pressure. You tilt your head back beneath his wandering mouth, enjoying the warmth of his body hovering over yours and how he pulls your shirt up to expose your tits.

Sam trails hot, wet kisses down your neck, his teeth scraping over your racing pulse. He sucks a hickey on your collarbone until a purple-blue bruise forms beneath his lips. The entire time he’s pumping his fingers into your cunt. Lewd, wet squelching fills the room because you’re that fucking wet.

He forces your legs further apart with his knee so that you're perched on the edge of the table, feet dangling in the air. His mouth moves to your chest, his lips closing around your nipple and sucking hard so that it pops from his mouth with an obscene sound and stands hard atop your tit. And then he takes the other one into his mouth, flicking and twirling his tongue so that you had to fist a hand in his hair.

He whispers something that you can’t make out. His mouth is like fire on your skin, leaving little flames of arousal licking through your veins. And then his fingers hit that spongy part of your pussy that has you hurtling towards a climax instead of slowly building to it.

You can’t help the way your nails dig into his shoulders when you cling to him when your thighs tremble. You cling to him when the storm comes out of nowhere, sweeping you away on a cloud of bliss that has you throwing your head back. He feels your walls tighten around his fingers, fresh waves of arousal against the tips, and then he’s kissing you again, rubbing his thumb in circles around your clit to keep the aftershocks of climax trembling through you.

His mouth is hot, stealing the air from your lungs until they are burning, but you don’t mind because you're still coming down from your high.

The next thing you know, it’s been an hour, and Sam has managed to make you cum three more times, twice with his fingers buried knuckle deep in your pussy, scissoring them to send you teetering over the edge of oblivion. And then once more, with his mouth on your pussy, lips encircling around your clit and sucking so hard that all you could do was repeat his name like a heaven’s prayer.

You’re done, but he wasn’t, not by a long shot.

Sam spread you out on your back, laying you out like a feast, your skin flushed and tits heaving with heavy breaths. You feel the rough pad of his thumb rubbing circles around your clit, which is slightly swollen and much too sensitive, and you claw at his wrist to push him away. Sam just smiles at you and pins both your wrists to the mattress with one of his large hands.

"It’s too much," you whine, trying to pull away and wiggle your hips away from his fingers, but you’re trapped. And you love it as much as you hate it. Sam growls softly between his teeth, his thumb prodding through your slick folds and getting nice and wet before drifting lower to push against your asshole. Your breath hitches at the sensation, and your mind spins as he pushes his thumb inside, giving a few shallow thrusts to tease you.

"Hic tam arctus es, infans," he says, his voice heavy with lust and muffled against your heaving tits. His breath is hot against your skin, his teeth scrape over your racing heartbeat, and his tongue leaves your skin inflamed and glistening. There is a knot twisting through your belly, slowly pulling tighter as his thumb pushes in and out of your tight hole.

"Ubi vis me?" His words are lost in the haze of euphoria he’s trapped you in, as meaningless as the world around you has become. You were a slave to the sensations he embodied, desperately moving your hips to take him deeper. "Hic?"

"Sam," you whine, your voice straining as you struggle in his grasp. You need him; you need to feel your pussy stretching around his big, hard cock. You need to feel him buried inside you, fucking you into oblivion.

"Hic?" He says it again, twisting his thumb in a way that has you throwing your head back and bucking your hips desperately. You can feel him smiling against your tit as he mouths it, his teeth tugging at your nipple until your back arches.

Your breath comes quicker, little pants, when he pulls his thumb from your clenching asshole, the feeling exquisite and leaving you desperate for more despite the live wires of overstimulation snaking through your veins. Sam lets go of your wrists long enough to pull one of your legs up, laying the back of your thigh up his torso so that your knee is bent over his shoulder, and then he shackles them again, trapping you beneath him.

You move restlessly when you feel his thumb against your asshole again, except this time it's not his thumb, and your eyes go wide, a whimper falling from your parted lips. You weren’t a virgin, not at all, but this would be the first time you’d ever taken something so big in your ass.

There was no mistaking that Sam Winchester was a behemoth of a man. He’s tall, broad-shouldered, and strong—Hercules reborn. Everything about him is big. His hands, his feet, his thighs, and his cock. Everything about him is solid, cut from marble; he is beautiful. His cock makes your asshole sting beautifully as he pushes the mushroom head in.

Inch by glorious inch, he pushed forward, the prominent vein on the underside of his cock dragging along your stretched hole. "Jesus, tam stricta es," he breathes against your neck, but you still don’t understand. He’s slow, letting you get used to the feeling of his cock splitting you open with short, shallow thrusts, making you moan wantonly.

He loves the little things that you do, the simple things; the pleasure that sears through him as he stretches your tightest hole; the way you’re moaning like a whore, rocking your hips desperately against his, grinding against him. He starts moving with more urgency, drawing back so that only the head of his cock is fitted snugly inside, and then he’s thrusting back in with one stroke, hitting deep, leaving you throwing your head from side to side.

Your thighs quiver, and your toes curl. Sam fucks into you at a merciless pace, stretching you out and filling you completely, and the feeling of it is beyond words. It is beautiful and exquisite—pure euphoric bliss. It makes your pussy creamy with desire, so much so that your slick drips down your crack to mingle with his thrusts. That knot in your belly pulls tighter while your clit throbs and the muscles in your thighs ache. Your lungs burn because of how you’re panting, unable to catch your breath.

His fingers tighten around your wrists when you almost buck out of his grasp, the tips of them biting into your skin so that you can feel bruises starting to form, but you don’t care. You’re so close, so fucking close. His mouth is on your neck, his teeth scraping over your racing pulse, his lips leaving hickeys behind, and his tongue leaving your skin hot and wet.

You can feel the pressure building. Your pussy is clenching desperately around nothing, and you can feel your pulse beating in your toes, your clit, even in your fingertips—you’re that close to breaking. It feels so fucking good, but you’re fighting it because the pleasure is starting to border on pain and overstimulation.

And you’re lost in it, trapped as you are beneath him.

You crave that sweet release, the way fire will race through your blood, and the way your world will be scored with lightning. You need it as much as you need to breathe, but every part of you is alive. You can hear the blood rushing behind your ears; hear the beating of your heart as it slams into your breastbone; your eyes rolling back every time his hips snap forward, pushing every inch of him deep inside you.

"Venire," he growls against your neck, his breath literally burning against your sweat-slicked skin. You don’t know what he says, but the lust in his voice and the feral look in his eyes pull that coil painfully tight. You’re breaking—he’s breaking you. He’s got you on the verge of being fucked stupid, sobbing because of him and how good it feels, but he wants more from you.

"Sam! Sam, please, please," you plead, throwing your head from side to side, desperately trying to tug your hands free. You arch your back when he hits a spot that has dots decorating your vision, your tits thrusting into the air. You can’t figure out what you’re asking for. For him to stop or for him to keep going, it’s a blur.

Every movement of his hips has that knot pulling tighter—so tight that you might die. Your pussy is twitching, clenching around nothing, and you’re so wet that it’s shining on his skin every time he bottoms out.

"Venire," he says again, this time against your ear. Your pleasure-addled brain, so drugged with pleasurable pain and desperate for the release he’s forcing from you, only comprehends what he's saying when two of his fingers are shoved through your slick folds and into your clenching hole, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing harsh circles.

You struggle to close your thighs, tears streaming down your face, tits bouncing as he fucks you harder. His cock is stretching your ass beyond belief while his fingers ram into that spongy spot that has your vision decorated with stars. "I - I - I - can’t!" You manage to stutter out, hips bucking against his, your pussy clenching so tight around his fingers.

Except you can because that dam breaks with so much pressure that you scream. It feels like lightning has hit your body, sizzling through your veins until you’re thrashing beneath him, your thighs quivering violently, and your toes curled so much that it hurts.  Sam doesn’t stop, not even when your ass tightens around his cock to the point of pain. He just presses his thumb against your clit, circling, rubbing, and making you scream for him.

You feel a gush between your thighs, your pussy convulsing around his fingers as you cum in a fountain spray. Sam curls his fingers into your g-spot, scissors them, and pulls them from you to draw out as much cum as possible. If you had any brains left, you might have been embarrassed by the way you came, squirting so hard that it hits his abdomen and drips from the nest of curls at the base of his shaft, how it drenches your thighs and pools on the mattress beneath you.

But you’re gone, lost, and fucked dumb, only able to grunt as he keeps fucking you.

"Tam pulchra, infans, tam formosa, tam mihi dura venit." His own voice is trembling, and his balls draw closer to his body as the muscles in his abdomen tighten. He buries himself deep so that your ass is full and your pussy tingles. And you feel it as he grunts against your neck—feel the white-hot ribbons of cum filling your ass.

Sam keeps thrusting until you've milked him dry, and then he pulls out, drawing a pathetic, desperate moan from your lips because of the sensation. Having let go of your wrists, he sits back on his haunches. You lay there, your thighs still trembling, your mind lost. Sam watches the way your pretty pussy twitches and the way your ass puckers, and his sticky cum drips from it in fat globs.

"What do pretty girls say after being filled with cum?" He asks, his voice soft, his fingers pushing his cum back into your stretched-out ass so that you were whimpering and shaking again. You manage to peel your eyes open to stare at him, tears in them, your chest heaving as he shoves two long fingers into your asshole.

He speaks English this time so that you understand, but you are still slow to react, straining to close your thighs. He kisses you without warning, his tongue in your mouth, licking yours until you're clawing at his shoulders to keep him there, desperate for his kiss.

"Gratias tibi." You managed with a weary smile, and that was enough for him for the moment.

the translations ::

Hic tam arctus es, infans. - You’re so tight here, baby.

Ubi vis me? - Where do you want me?

Hic? - Here?

Hic? - Here?

Jesus, tam stricta es. - Jesus, you’re so tight.

Venire - Come/cum.

Venire - Come/cum.

Tam pulchra, infans, tam formosa, tam mihi dura venit. - So pretty, baby, so beautiful, coming so hard for me.

Gratias tibi - Thank you.

[whereianonymouslypostfics]

Deprived

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~2.6k

Summary: Top embarrassing moments at work with the Maximoffs

A/N: This seemed like the most humorous way to introduce sexting.

Warnings: fluff, sexting, toys, and sibling embarrassment

You can’t help but laugh at Pietro as you finish the last dregs of your drink with a sigh. You and your family had just finished a weekly dinner at your house, and it’s getting late. You aren’t sure who started the current conversation, but given how embarrassed Pietro is, for once, you don’t think that he is the one causing trouble.

You listen to him deny that he’d done anything compromising in his office at the compound, but the more he protests, the less you believe him. Stealing a glance at Wanda, you see how dubious she appears as well and realize that you’re right to doubt Pietro.

Wanda mutters something under her breath that Pietro hears and unsurprisingly disagrees with. You just decide to wait and see where this goes because you honestly can’t think of something more embarrassing that Wanda may have experienced at work.

“Yeah, right! You’ve definitely done worse than that, Wanda.”

“Actually no, I haven’t.”

There’s a beat of silence as the twins glare at each other, but then you hear someone clear their throat and you turn to the other side of the deck with a frown. You see Steve shooting the Maximoff twins a sheepish look, no just Wanda, before he takes a sip of the whiskey you’d just finished.

“Actually, I can think of something.”

Wanda was beyond frustrated at how the day had gone for her. It was nearly 9pm and she had been out and busy with meetings since she was forced to leave you in bed at 7am. She swore that if she wasn’t so used to micromanaging things, she would give the reins to her brother to take care of the aftermath of today. She didn’t want to think about the fallout right now, nor how she had a nearly 2 hour car ride until she was home. You would likely be asleep by then which just put her in a worse mood. 

She hated to leave you, especially after she promised that she’d spend time with you. She hadn’t promised the whole day because that wasn’t something she could do very often, even if it was Saturday. However, she had promised you breakfast in bed, but that had turned into 30 seconds of coffee in bed when Steve had called with the bad news. 

So Wanda left you to deal with the most recent work crisis, and you spent most of the day alone and slightly miffed. You didn’t waste the day away; however, and you spent the morning hiking with your dog before baking and watching cooking shows all afternoon. You made a cheesecake, a pie, and brownies before you realized that you should make something for dinner. You probably should eat a vegetable. 

This led to you making one of your favorite meals, and you ate your shrimp stir fry on the couch in front of the TV with Boone at your feet. By the time 8pm rolled around you decided to walk Boone one last time before showering and crawling in bed. You hadn’t heard from Wanda all day, but this wasn’t abnormal. You seldom heard from her when she worked, but for some reason, today it annoyed you. 

Sitting in bed slightly cold, and alone, you considered what could have happened this morning if your wife had stayed like you both had wanted. You smiled at the thought of how your other lazy mornings have gone, and you sigh in defeat before switching off the light and lying down with a frown. You roll onto your side before looking to your phone on the bedside table. You hesitate before grabbing it and unlocking it to see your text thread with Wanda. 

You wonder if she’s still working. How long until she comes home? You never really know the answer to this, but despite how this morning went, it seems that you’re in luck tonight. Your phone buzzes in your hand, and you see that Wanda’s texted. 

-I’ll be home in a little over an hour. -

You smile at this before you lie flat on your back stare at the ceiling. You sigh heavily before shifting under the covers mindlessly. You almost fall asleep, but your thoughts have drifted to something that makes you throw the covers off of you. You’re overheating and you slip your hands under your shirt to remove it before rolling back onto your stomach with a sigh. 

You’re near sleep again when you remember that you didn’t respond to your wife’s text. You see that it was nearly 40 minutes ago and you curse before you type out a quick response. 

You stop short of sending your ‘see you soon’ message, and you stare at it for a few seconds before smiling widely. You decide to take advantage of the line of communication that you’ve been granted. You just hope that Wanda’s not working on the way home because if so, it’s likely your message will go ignored. 

Wanda’s staring out the window frowning deeply at nothing in particular. It was too dark to see much more than the silhouette of trees they pass every once in a while. She’d concluded that you must be asleep since you hadn’t answered her text, which was disappointing, but understandable. She’d almost convinced herself to try and get some work out of the way when her phone vibrates in her hand close to an hour after she’d texted you. 

-Can’t wait. I might get started without you.-

Wanda frowns in confusion as she reads your message again, then once more before she decides that maybe she woke you up from a nap. She texts back a question that you take barely any time to respond to. She has to take a deep breath before she shifts in her seat and thinks about how to respond to you. 

-What are you starting on without me? -

-I’ll give you a hint. No clothes are involved. -

Wanda types out a reply slowly as she looks up to see that Steve is still focusing on the road. He has to be relieved that all of the day’s meetings are over too. She knows that she’s not always the most pleasant person to be around, especially when stressed. 

Wanda taps send and waits to see how you respond.

You’re rolling onto your back with a groan as you try to push your shorts off with the least amount of effort possible. You sigh in relief and throw them toward the end of the bed with your shirt before you shake yourself out like a dog. You smile, already feeling better now that you’re not so hot, and reach for your phone. 

You figure that Wanda is going to play coy, or maybe even tease you. Instead, her response makes you stiffen and kicks your heart rate up a bit. 

-You better not be doing what I think you are. �� 

You can’t help the giddy noise that leaves you at your wife’s not-so-subtle threat. You consider how you’d like to play this, but it doesn’t take much thought at all. You’ve always loved to push Wanda’s buttons, and knowing how much she loves it too makes you all the more eager to tease. You type out a response before setting your phone beside you on the bed. You close your eyes and imagine what you’d do next if Wanda were by your side. 

-You better hurry home if you plan to stop me.-

You ignore the vibrating phone for a few minutes just to make Wanda tick. You run your finger through your hair, pushing it out of your eyes as your other hand slides up your leg. You stop to rest it against your stomach and you sigh heavily as your phone starts to ring. You smile and let your hand drop between your legs before you bother to answer.

Wanda’s typing furiously when she realizes that you’re ignoring her. She imagines you’re lying in bed naked and bored out of your mind. She knows how active of an imagination you have, and if you’ve already taken off your clothes from feeling overheated, well anything could happen. 

She’s doing her best to try and stop this when she realizes that her three texts are going unread. She glances at Steve again before she curses herself for not choosing the car that has a privacy divider. Today had been so busy that she hadn’t planned on needing one for the drive. She’s really regretting her choices right now. Still, she barely hesitates to call you. 

By the fourth ring, Wanda’s getting annoyed and you’re smiling so wide that your cheeks hurt. Still, you don’t say anything immediately when you slide the green button across your screen. You close your eyes after the call connects, and simply hum when Wanda speaks up. 

“Y/n?”

Your lack of response makes Wanda tense and she has to push down the urge to speak above a whisper. She is too aware of Steve’s presence, but she’s also not going to wait until she’s at home to talk to you. 

“Y/n, what are you doing?” 

You can tell by her tone, that your wife is irked and you have to stop yourself from laughing because you know that will just make it worse. 

“Hi Wands.” 

Wanda simply frowns at your avoidance of her question before she sits up straighter at the sound of something rustling in the background. She accidentally makes eye contact with Steve, but she quickly looks away before she tries to ask casually. 

“What are you up to, detka?” 

You think of all the ways that you can answer this question, but none of them feel appropriate. None of them are sufficient to describe how you shove your hand between your legs and touch yourself. For this reason, you decide to just let Wanda listen. 

You take a deep breath and set you phone down on your chest, and a shiver shoots through you at the contact. You shift to get more comfortable before you groan as you slide your fingers over your clit. 

“Fuck.” 

Your breathy curse has Wanda tightening her grip on her phone, and she grits her teeth to hold herself back. 

“Y/n…”

You ignore your wife and continue to work yourself up, and you barely hear her speak to Steve as she tries to keep your moans from drifting to the front seat. 

“Steve, can you turn on the radio, please?” 

Even the sound of a familiar rock song doesn’t completely drown you out, and Wanda wishes that she could see what you were doing. Better yet, she wishes she was with you so she could put a stop to this. Or rather take charge. 

“Y/n, if you don’t stop right now, you’re going to regret it.” 

You can’t help the breathy laugh that leaves you when Wanda says this. You can imagine the look on her face right now and you shudder at the thought. The only times you’ve dared to laugh in Wanda’s face at a time like this, she kept her word about making you regret it. The distance between you two makes you bold and your fingers pick up speed before you release a groan that’s loud enough for Steve to hear. 

“Really because I think I’ll regret it if I stop?” 

Wanda considers telling Steve to pull over so she can switch places with him. Well she’d drive them like a bat out of hell, but she’d keep you on the phone somehow. She’s not sure how that would work, and she cringes when she realizes that you’ve caught Steve’s attention. Why hadn’t she brought her headphones? 

Wanda makes sure that the volume is turned down as far as possible before she sighs heavily. She’s thinking about how she’s going to make you pay for this when she hears something she immediately recognizes as a drawer opening. Wanda stiffens further before she turns her head to try and muffle her voice as much as possible. 

“Don’t you dare, Y/n. I swear--.” 

Wanda’s cut off by the unmistakable sound of a vibrator, and she nearly bangs her head against the window in frustration. In her fury, she misses the way that Steve’s eyes widen and he turns up the radio as discreetly as possible. Wanda can hear your moans getting louder as you switch the settings, and she curses in frustration. 

“Steve, drive faster.” 

Surprisingly, Steve doesn’t argue and Wanda focuses on the revving of the engine instead of the sounds that are coming through the phone. Her face is flushed in arousal and annoyance, but she’s not sure which is stronger as she listens to you get closer to the edge. She knows she won’t make it home in time, but she at least feels comforted by the fact that she won’t have to wait too long to get her hands on you. 

“I’ll be home in half an hour.” 

Undoubtedly listening, Steve speeds up even further, and if she weren’t so embarrassed by the fact that he’s certainly heard you, she’d thank him. Instead, she scowls when you barely hum in acknowledgement before you come with moan that makes Wanda shudder violently. She curses and slams her phone on her leg before taking a deep breath. Her only comfort is that Steve is going close to 80 mph. 

Wanda hears you let out a loud sigh before you shift once again before something drops onto the dresser. Wanda’s biting her lip so hard that she draws blood, but she ignores it as she promptly hangs up on you. 

“I’ll be waiting, Wands.” 

No one says anything when Steve finishes telling an abbreviated version of what happened several months ago. He looks between you and Wanda, and he’s not sure who looks more embarrassed. You’re staring into your glass with your cheeks burning brighter than anything else in the room. At least that’s what it feels like. Wanda looks mortified and she opens her mouth a couple of times to make an excuse, but she honestly can’t.

Unsurprisingly, Pietro speaks up first and it only makes his sister scowl while you just blush so hard you feel lightheaded.

“Damn, sestra, didn’t think you had it in you.”

Before Wanda can argue or at the very least tell her brother to shut up, you shoot your wife a glare that does nothing to hide your embarrassment.

“You never said that Steve was listening!”

You can’t believe that this never came up, and that Wanda didn’t just hang up on you. Honestly, of all your friends, he’s the best-case scenario because he’s so discreet and loyal. God forbid Yelena had been in the car, she would have teased you mercilessly. That said, you’re sure that your wife would have just hung up on you if she’d been in the car.

Wanda sighs before she shakes her head and tries her best to force down her embarrassment. Everyone in the room has had sex before, it wasn’t a big deal.

“You just weren’t paying attention, Y/n.”

You scowl in response, mostly because you can’t argue with your wife, but you simply shake your head before sitting back against the couch with a huff. You glare at Pietro who opens his mouth to speak, but luckily, he takes the hint, and decides to reach for his drink instead. You sigh in defeat again before you reach out for your dog who’s come to sniff around for food.

“You know, I liked it better when we were talking about you, Piet.”

Masterlist

[jannahime]

The unforgotten night

Ohma Tokita Part 1

Tokita Ohma x gn reader|smut|fluff|

⚠️18+ content/smut/NSFW⚠️

Warnings: swearing, cream pie, mentions of soreness, one night stand, tears, f oral, m oral, dominant, a few positions, drunk,

Okay so this is my first written smut. I love this series so much. Anyways I hope you enjoy.

18+ only Minors DNI

After Ohma's fight with Inaba ended with Ohma coming out victorious in battle, you, Ohma, Kaede, Kazuo, and Lihito went to one of the restaurants on the island where Kazuo Yamashita ordered lots of victory meat for Ohma.

Lihito and Ohma sat on either side of you at the table. Ohma scarfed his meat down. He looked up at you with slate gray eyes as he watched you drink your beer slowly. "Hey y/n...so uh...are you single." Asked Lihito with a cheeky grin.

But before you could answer Kaede stepped in. "Lihito...stop trying already....you got rejected yesterday what makes you think she would say yes to you today....besides... some else already has his eyes set on her. If I were you I would stop now before he loses his temper." Replied Kade with an indifferent glare.

"Pfft! Like I'm scared of the guy who wants her too! Who is he anyway why don't we settle this with-"

"Um Lihito.....sorry but I'm not interested......." You say with a sheepish smile as you continue to eat your meat.

Lihito just sighed and he ate his food in silence. Ohma just grinned smugly as he knew that he was victorious once again.

Kazuo decided to break the tension by making a toast to Ohma's win against Inaba. "Ohma.....did you get yourself looked at.....you have scratches on your face." You say with a calm demeanor.

"I'm fine..... it's nothing life threatening y/n." Replies Ohma with a slight smile.

You blushed as Ohma smiled at you so you turned away quickly drinking your beer fast. Ohma only chuckled softly as he noticed your red face. Everyone drank to their content until you couldn't handle it anymore.

You laid your head on Ohma's shoulder already to your limit with your liquor. You laughed softly and snuggled on his shoulder unaware of what you were doing because you were wasted. Ohma chuckles softly once more as he caresses the top of your head.

Kade soon walks away with Kazuo to help him take a drunk Lihito back to his room leaving you and Ohma alone together.

"Ohma......Hic-up!" You laugh with joy. Ohma looked at you with a gentle look, He thought your flirtatious side was cute. But what got him the most was the way you would look at him with such longing and desire in your eyes.

He soon picks you up bridal style and he takes you back to your room. You begin to to shower his lips with small kisses. Ohma just chuckles with amusement.

"Mmm...Muah....Muah..." You giggled with joy as you kissed while he carried you back to your room.

Ohma continued to chuckle as seemed to enjoy this affectionate side of you. The two of you don't make it inside of your room yet and he sets you down in front of your room to which he pushes you up against the door as your lips crash against his. Ohma presses his body against yours kissing you deeply.

"Mmm...." You moan into his mouth as the two to you continue to kiss with so much passion. Ohma cups your chin as he slides his tongue inside of your mouth exploring your mouth.

"Mmm....Ohma....ah.." you moan softly.

Ohma's hands begin to caress every inch of your body. Ohma slides his hands underneath your shirt and he begins to knead your breast gently. "Ah.......Ohma......mmm." but Ohma didn't let you utter another word as he continued to firmly kiss you.

"these are mine." He says while he squeezed your tits whilst pinching them playfully.

"Ah.....Please.....lets go inside....to do this..... someone might see us....." You say with a shaky quiet voice.

Ohma licks your lips his eyes full of lust as he then kisses you once again deeply. You continued to whimper softly. "These soft lips of yours....are mine." He sensually whispers in your ear.

"Hurry up and open the door....." Spoke Ohma with a hoarse voice while biting your bottom lip.

You gasp softly and moan. "Ohma-"

"Open the door....." He says in low husky whisper as he gives her a sly peraly white smirk.

You nod your head slowly and you get your hotel key out and open the door. As soon as the two of you got inside Ohma slipped off his shirt. You can see his huge member bulging and twitching inside of his sweat pants.

Without warning he slides off your shirt and your bottoms leaving you with just your black and red lace lingerie.

He pushes you down on the bed where he then rips off your lingerie towering over you yearning for you.

Ohma slides off his bottoms revealing his huge bulge. He gets in between your legs and he begins to lick your neck and bite down hard on it. "Ah.....ah..." You let out a small moan.

Ohma trails his kisses to your collarbone. he licks your collarbone where bites down hard on it as well, making you arch your back and lean your head back pleasure.

Ohma begins to suck on your breasts. He suckles and licks on your right nipple as he then bites down on it hard while you squirm underneath him. "Ah! Ohma!." Ohma only chuckles at your reaction.

His kisses continue to trail down your stomach to your lower abdomen. "Ohma! Wait! Wait! Not there! I'll lose my mind if you go down there! " You say already blushing crimson red feeling a little shy.

He licks your left inner thigh and then he bites down on it hard leaving a purple mark on it as well. Your neck, your chest, and your lower abdomen had a couple of hickeys however that didn't matter to you seeing as he was just marking his property.

Your legs rested on his shoulders while your feet were pointed on his back your toes coiled , your legs twitch as he begins to orally stimulate you.

"mph.....oh ......oh.....ah...." You continue to lean your head back on your pillow gripping the sides of it tightly as you begin to breathe heavily.

You look at him as he continues to eat you out. You can hear him sucking and slurping his nose digging deeper inside making you shiver and trembling with pleasure.

"Oh God......ah....he's so good at this." You think to yourself as you bite down on your bottom lip to hold back loud moans.

Your hips begin to buck on their own as Ohma begins to pump two of his fingers in and out of your cunt while he continues to lick your clit. You desperately grabbed on to his head gripping his hair tightly.

"Ah......Ah..... AH! AH FUCK!" You moan louder forgetting about the fact that Kaede's room is next door to yours.

Ohma smirked in amusement as he continued to lick you p****, he liked the way you reacted while he continues to suck you senseless while pumping two fingers in and out of you.

"ooh.....ooh....Ohma.." you whimpered his name softly. Your body trembled and twitched with pleasure as Ohma dug his face deeper devouring you senseless.

It got to the point where you couldn't take it anymore. You were getting close to your orgasm. "Ohma! I'm cumming! Oh God!" Your whimpers continued to get louder, you buck your hips faster gripping his hair tighter. You moaned louder and breathed heavier.

"AH! AH! AH! AH! AHH!!!!" You finally reached your climax exploding your sweet nectar all over Ohma's face.

He pulls away from your c****, licking his lips tasting your sweet nectar. You lay on the bed trying to catch your breath covering your face with your arms. Your hair is messy and wet from the sweat. Ohma grins playfully as he wipes his face with his forearm. "You tasted good ..... Just as I expected." He replied with a small chuckle.

He crawls onto the bed and he towers over you again. His huge bulged shaft rubbed against your p****.

"O-Ohma...." You gasp softly as you grab on to his shoulders tightly.

"No matter how much you moan, scream, and yell ....I won't stop." Replied Ohma with a guttural whisper.

You only nodded your head as you looked up at him biting your lower lip in anticipation.

To be continued

Part 2 is up⬆️

[luniarix]

I JUST WANT THE FANTASY…!

synopsis: in which you spend valentine’s day with toji ❤︎ inspired by kali uchi’s “fantasy”！！

NOTE: i finally. figured out. how to do the font color gradient. LESSGOOOO!!! YALL DO NOT UNDERSTAND HOW HYPED THIS MAKES ME,, but anyway! happy valentine’s day everyoneee ♡ no matter if you’re spending this year on your own, with your friends, or partner, remember to show yourself so much love today and always ₍₍ (̨̡⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)̧̢ ₎₎ ！！ muchos besitos 🩷

CW: fem!reader, poc reader in mind, fluff, non-explicit smut, praising, showers of affection, soft sex, lingerie!!, established relationship, softdom!toji, cream pie, food!play (whipped cream and strawberries hehe), dirty talk, blowjob, self-fingering, cowgirl!position, whipped!toji, whipped!reader,, both of y’all are just madly in love, non-proof read (i will come back later), u get the idea right? right!

valentine’s day with toji!means that as soon as you wake up, you’re greeted with the fresh smell of breakfast. as you’re walking into the kitchen, you’re squealing in surprise as toji picks you up and twirls you around with ease. he shows you to the dining table and pulls your chair out, and brings you your big plate of food; filled with your favorite treats. you look up at him like a child who’s been served their most favorite food ever, and he’s chuckling at the way your eyes twinkle. beautiful, he thinks.

valentine’s day with toji!means that as soon as you’re done eating together, he takes you by the hand and leads you down the hallway of rose petals and into the living room, in which a gigantic teddy bear holding a heart, lots of designer gifts, candy bags, heart balloons, and a sign that says “will you be my valentine?” is waiting for you. you’re looking at him as if he’s crazy, and then you two have a laughing fit as you pull him into a sweet kiss as you nod, whispering a “you know damn well what my answer is, baby.” in between.

valentine’s day with toji!means that you’re watching a favorite comfort movie together, both laughing and cracking jokes every few minutes, and toji is ever so softly drawing circles around your waist as he pulls you in closer; nuzzling his chin on your head and leaving forehead pecks. you tilt your head up to catch his lips against yours, the kiss that was supposed to be innocent and sweet turning into a heated make out session as he holds your face in his big hands, and you’re squeezing his shoulders. your tongues dance against each other, and you gently nibble on his bottom lip as you pull away before it got too hard to do so. you quickly tell him that you’re going to take a bath and then give him the gifts you had gotten for him as well.

valentine’s day with toji!means that when you finish washing your body, you giddily skip over to your closet and pull out the lingerie set you had bought for this occasion a few weeks ago. once you laid your eyes on it, you knew that this was going to be the perfect surprise for him. as you slip it on, you become more and more aroused by the minute. just the thought of toji’s piercing eyes never leaving yours or your body had you going crazy, and you knew that he’d have so much fun taking it off. you spin around in the mirror, very much in love with the way you look, and with a few sprays of perfume, a few final touch ups— you’re out the door on your way back to toji.

valentine’s day with toji!means that once you walk back into the living room, toji’s eyes immediately change into a recognizable carnal expression. your body is covered in goosebumps, nipples perked against the thin lace fabric that barely covers your pretty tits. you place the gifts that you brought out with you to the side and slowly slide yourself onto his lap, gyrating your hips in a salacious manner. you begin to undress toji, starting with his shirt first, while you kiss from his jaw down to his neck, sucking a little harder on his sweet spot. he's kneading at your hips and ass, grinding his erection against your clothed cunt. you're moaning in delight as you leave a trail of hickeys down to his tatted chest, all while you feel toji slipping off the straps of your lingerie.

valentine’s day with toji!means that he's reaching for the whipped cream and a small bowl of strawberries from the living room table (that you hadn't even noticed were there) with a cheeky grin, and you know what was about to go down. toji's quick to have your tiddies out, as he places swirls of whipped cream on your nipples, dipping the strawberries into the cream and eating them in a leisure manner, and once he's done it on both your nipples, he adds more whipped cream on your nipples and tits to lick it off of you. you're whining and throwing your head back while squeezing his biceps to support your trembling body. the feeling of his teeth gently pulling at your skin and then soothing the soft sting by licking away at where he nipped, had your mind spinning.

valentine’s day with toji!means that once he's done playing with your mounds, you're quick to get on your knees and in between his legs. you place whipped cream from his lower abdomen down to his happy trail, feverishly licking away and creating marks. with toji’s help, you pull down his sweats and boxers as his cock eagerly springs out, softly slapping his left thigh. you swallow down a groan, placing your hands at his shaft. you begin to jerk him off as you leave wet kisses from his tip down to his balls, and back up again. once you have him in your mouth, toji's soft groans get louder, and you reach a hand down to move the lace fabric to the side, running two digits down your clit and slowly inserting into your pussy. you gag on toji's length when you push him in as far back as you can, and the whine that vibrates throughout your throat sends him over the edge along with the way you're looking up at him with teary eyes as you fondle his balls with your free hand.

valentine’s day with toji!means that once he shoots a load into your mouth, he pulls you back up to quickly (but carefully) yank off the rest of the lingerie, only leaving you in your thigh highs. you're now on his lap once more, fisting his cock as you rub your puffy folds and clit against his soft-pink tip. once you feel like you're slick enough to slip him inside you, you line him up with your entrance and slowly but surely slide down his length and girth. murmurs of "you're doing so great sweetheart," and "you feel so fuckin' good baby, cmon, you can do it," eggs you on to continue. and even after all the regular sex, you felt like he was splitting you apart for the first time every time. and you loved it. you cry out in pleasure when you finally have all of him in you, and you're eager to begin bouncing on his cock. your thighs are trembling, and toji's "fuck"s and "oh yeah"s have you twitching in ecstasy as you grip onto his knees to support your body. toji is practically on the brink of cumming already when he sees the way your ass is rippling against his thighs, the clapping noises making him grin devilishly.

valentine’s day with toji!means that when you reach your limit, you're arching your back as a high-pitched whine releases from your throat, eyes crossing as you shake in pure delight. toji's lolling his head back as he grits his teeth, soft whimpers leaving his lips as he soon after cums inside of you, a creamy white ring forming at the base of his cock. you're breathing heavily and he's panting, but that doesn't stop you two from looking at each other for a few seconds; and then hungrily kissing. when you pull apart from each other, he's looking up at you as if you're the only person in the world, the only one that really matters. and you know that rings true as he intertwines your fingers together, leaving a gentle peck on your hand as he never loses eye contact with you. the way he loves you, not only on valentines, but every day, will always be something you cherish.

valentine’s day with toji!means that you're being pulled down into the couch with him, arms securely wrapped around your waist, and legs hooked over yours as he gives you a boyish grin. god, if only he knew the way you see him, the way you think about him. and when you're telling him that you two should probably get to opening your gifts as you were excited to see his reaction in what you got him, he's shaking his head and burying his face into the crook of your neck. "we can do that later, baby. how 'bout a round two first?" a smirk forms on his lips when you lightly hit his chest, but your flushed cheeks and pleading gaze say otherwise. he knows you all too well.

i hope this wasn't too late for valentines!! hehe. feel free to leave ideas in my inbox or a comment ♡ if i made any grammar mistakes that i missed, lmk! and thank u so much for reading (●´ω｀●)

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Kinktober Day 4 || Size Kink

PAIRING || Baker!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || 3.4K

SUMMARY ||  One thing Tony has always loved about you is the fact that you’re a lot smaller than him in every way possible, and he can’t help but enjoy himself as you two are having some fun on the couch after a long day at the bakery.

RATING || Explicit (E)

TAGS || Canon divergence. No powers AU. Bakery AU. Baker!Tony Stark. Established relationship. Explicit sexual content.

SMUT || Oral fixation. Unprotected sex. Cream pie. Fingering. Oral (F receiving). Masturbation. Praise. Size Kink. Belly Bulge. Cockwarming.

A/N || I want to thank my bestie @ccbsrmsf1 for always being there for me, and working on this story with me! This is dedicated to you, as it’s one of your favorite kinks, and I couldn’t be happier with the outcome of it! I love you, bestie 🤍

All graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark || Baker!Tony Stark || Kinktober 2024

A soft groan rumbles from your boyfriend’s chest as your arms are wrapped around his waist, your head lying comfortably against his chest as you hug him. His large, thick arms envelop you perfectly, and he can’t get enough of it as he’s taking in the moment.

“I love you, my sweet Peach,” he says with a smile as you pull away. You stand on your tiptoes to give him a peck on his lips, but he still has to bend his head down quite far to reach you in the middle, much to his delight. If there’s one thing Tony enjoys, it’s your height difference and how his body is much larger than yours.

When you’re seated in his lap, your baker is much broader than you, and when you two are making love, he loves to have you on top, so he can see how good you look as you’re taking every single inch of his thick, long cock in your tight, small pussy.

“I love you too, Tony. I’ll shower real quick, and then I’m all yours,” you tell him, wanting to wash away the stress from your day at the bakery. As you walk towards the bedroom and attached bathroom, Tony can’t keep his eyes off the way your hips sway, and your jeans are lifting your butt to perfection.

His knuckles turn white as he grips the counter, and just as he’s about to go for it and follow you to the bathroom, he’s interrupted by Oliver, the cat. He is scratching Tony’s leg, looking for some attention, and Tony lifts him effortlessly before burying his nose into the feline’s soft fur, enjoying the purring.

“We’re so lucky, aren’t we, Buddy? Peach is such a beautiful, sexy, and caring girl, and she’s all ours,” Tony tells him as he scratches Oliver, who’s looking at your boyfriend with his big, round eyes and chubby features. Not only have you had the honor of falling in love with Tony, but Oliver, too. He meows in response to Tony’s question, making your boyfriend smile before putting him on the floor and getting started on dinner.

“You have truly outdone yourself again today, Tony,” you tell him as you plop down on the couch, the remote for the TV already in your hand, but he has an entirely different plan that won’t involve watching TV whatsoever.

“I’m glad you loved it, Peach; you deserve to be taken care of like this,” he says, his voice rumbling from deep inside his chest as he walks over to you. From your spot on the couch, he’s even larger than usual, the arousal between your legs already starting to ruin your panties as filthy thoughts of him manhandling you into whichever position and splitting you open on his cock are flooding your mind.

“A penny for your thoughts?” he asks casually as he sits down next to you, and the heat you feel in your cheeks intensifies as he does. His brow is quirked in amusement as he takes in the sight of you next to him, your head barely reaching his shoulder as you look up at him. Without saying another word, you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down, closing the gap with a soft moan.

In an instant, your boyfriend’s eager fingers are digging into your hips, lifting you onto his lap without any effort. Your legs bracketing his thick thighs, your chests pushed together, and your hands in his hair while his are sliding under your shirt, the calloused and rough feeling of them being a stark contrast to the softness of his kisses. His tongue invades your mouth as he leads you in a mind-bending kiss, a smile tugging at your lips as he does.

“Fuck,” he groans as he pulls back for a moment, the heat in his eyes visible as his pupils have taken over the entirety of his chocolate-colored irises. Without hesitation, Tony lifts your shirt over your head, allowing your breasts to spill free – you decided to forgo wearing a bra after your shower, making this entire process a lot easier.

As soon as your soft, plump breasts are free, he immediately grabs them, squeezing gently as his massive hands knead them between playing with your nipples. They perk up immediately, and another gush of arousal threatens to soak through your panties, but Tony isn’t stopping anytime soon.

“Hmm, so small compared to my hands, Peach, ‘m very lucky,” Tony hums in appreciation as his size kink is being fulfilled to the fullest. While he never realized he had one until he met you, he’s now leaning into it every chance he gets, and so are you.

“They’re so big, Daddy, just like you,” you sigh as your head falls back, a louder moan escaping as he pinches your nipples exactly the way you like. Beneath you, his cock is rapidly thickening in the confines of his tight jeans, wanting nothing more than to be buried deep inside you again. Before he can do that, however, he has to do some prepping first, as he doesn’t want to hurt you.

One of his hands lets go of your breasts in favor of gently pushing two of his thick fingers into your mouth, wanting to get them nice and wet for what he is planning to do in a short moment. Your small mouth welcomes his digits without a single problem, sucking them with enthusiasm as you look at him with an innocent look on your face – as if you’re not sucking on his fingers before he’s going to stretch you with them until you’re stretched enough to take all of him in the position you’re sitting in now.

“Yes, that’s it. You’re so fucking sexy when you suck on my fingers, Peach,” Tony praises you as his free hand keeps kneading your breasts. Your hips are gently rocking back and forth on his lap to find some much-needed friction, a moan escaping around his fingers as you suddenly find the friction you’ve been chasing this entire time.

Without warning, he pulls them out of your mouth, leaving you pouting and a little breathless, too, and he can’t help but smirk as he kisses away the pout on your lips.

“You’ve done an excellent job getting them wet for me, but now it’s my turn to have some with you,” he says, and you nod before giving yourself in to whatever’s about to happen. The moment Tony slides your underwear to the side and lets his fingers slide through your arousal, you gasp loudly as you grind onto them.

“Good girl, ride Daddy’s fingers until you’re a dripping mess for me,” he spurs you on as his free hand gently pulls on the hair on the nape of your neck, your breasts bouncing with every move your body makes. The thickness of his fingers feels perfect as they rub your clit and tease your entrance, but it’s not quite enough to have you cumming quite yet.

“Daddy…” you whine as your brows pull together, your fingers digging into his broad shoulders as you steady yourself. Tony revels in every little sound that tumbles from your lips and the way your small legs have to spread to be able to bracket his thighs; it’s nothing short of perfection for him. This would surely do the trick if he weren’t already deeply and madly in love with you.

The moment his fingers find your sensitive button, you gasp loudly, making Tony smile wickedly as he rubs it with precision, your body writhing against his as you try to steady yourself. It doesn’t take long for you to fall over the edge of desire, your entire body trembling as he’s gently working you through it, praising you the whole time.

“Ready for more, Peach?” Tony whispers against your neck, his lips pressing soft kisses against the sensitive skin between your neck and shoulder. You hum softly in answer, and Tony grabs a pillow before rearranging it and gently guiding you onto your back. The feeling of the soft couch underneath you is an odd contrast to your boyfriend’s warmth.

As soon as a pillow is under your hips, too, he smiles before leaning down and trailing kisses from your neck, over your collarbone and chest, down to where you need him more than anything. His hands glide over the soft flesh of your thighs before hooking behind your knees and lifting them to make room for his thick shoulders, your feet resting on his back as he gets comfortable.

For a moment, Tony takes his time spreading kisses on your inner thighs and the edge of your drenched panties. Still, it’s not enough as you lift your hips, needing him to lave his tongue over your dripping pussy and suck on your clit, bringing you to another fantastic high. Before you get too far, he gently presses your hips back down until they meet the pillow, an impatient huff coming from your willing body.

“Patience, Babygirl, I don’t want you to get hurt,” Tony soothes you, and you nod, giving in to his wishes. As you relax, Tony does the same before grabbing your panties and ripping them apart, needing them off your body as soon as possible – the tearing sound has you moaning softly in excitement. Tony is smiling, too, now that he’s faced with the sight of your glistening pussy in front of him.

His tongue expertly finds your clit as he lines up one of his fingers with your waiting entrance, ready to be stretched enough to allow his thick, long cock to slide in without any problems later on. Slowly and gently, he works you open with one finger, and even though it’s not enough to fill you up quite yet, it’s a good start for achieving his goal. Moans keep falling from your lips as Tony alternates between sucking and licking your clit, as well as working his finger in and out of you at a steady pace while your hands are grabbing his hair, pulling on it to get him even closer.

“T-Tony,” you pant, your hips working against his face as you make the entire bottom half shine with your arousal. A smirk is tugging at the corners of his mouth as your boyfriend slowly adds in a second finger, its thickness immediately making your back arch, and you immediately feel fuller than you did not even 30 seconds ago. However, you also know you must be able to take four of his fingers effortlessly before he even considers moving on.

“Hmm, you’ll always be my favorite dessert, Peach; I will never get enough of you and your sweet, tight little pussy as she welcomes me in,” he grumbles, his cock straining painfully against the tough fabric of his jeans. Without a second thought, he reaches down to free his cock, his hand jerking himself a few times to get the edge off a bit.

“Daddy, are you- fuck- playing with yourself?” you ask as you look down, unsure of how he would even be doing that without losing his balance. He hums against your pussy as he lets his fingers slide out, using the hand that has been pleasuring you to wrap around his cock and spread both your arousal and his pre-cum over it while leaning on the elbow of his free hand.

“Couldn’t help it, Peach, you made Daddy so fucking hard that I couldn’t wait any longer. Pussy ‘s so sweet that it almost made me cum in my pants.” Your bottom lip is almost bitten raw from you chewing on it the entire time, but it’s hard not to when Tony’s doing this to you – taking his time to get you stretched out just the way he likes.

It doesn’t take long for him to return to his goal; before you know it, you’ve gone through two more orgasms, and you’re taking four of his fingers with the ease he likes to see as your body has gone practically boneless for him. You’re damn near drooling when he’s done with you, your mind entirely blank as he’s done a perfect job during the preparation.

While Tony gets off the couch for a moment to undress, you don’t miss the sight of his hard cock hanging out of his quickly unbuttoned pants. Its curve has been ingrained in your memory – both of your brain and your pussy – and you’re already clenching around nothing at the thought of him ruining you soon.

Before you know it, Tony’s entirely naked as your eyes roam over his body that looks like it was sculpted out of marble – every ridge, muscle, and vein is placed perfectly. All the years of baking have done him good, as he’s thicker and broader than anyone you’ve ever met. When he’s on the couch again, he gently picks you up and sets you on his lap, wanting you to ride him as he gets to enjoy the sight in front of him.

“Ready?” he asks as he cups your cheeks, and you nod fervently before lifting yourself and wrapping your hand around his cock. It can barely fit around it where you’re holding him halfway – your hand can’t fit around the base of him as that’s where he’s the thickest. Tony’s eyes are trained on where his tip is gently pushing into you, the breach of it making you feel a pleasurable burning sensation.

“D-Daddy, ‘s so big,” you say in a whiny voice, and Tony soothes you by rubbing his hands over your arms, your brows pulling together as you take your time to work yourself onto his cock. The thought of your small, pliant body being speared on his length has him on the edge already, and he has to try his hardest not to shoot his load, not when he barely got his tip inside you.

Inch by inch, you carefully take him, ensuring you’re taking your time and not rushing anything, as Tony doesn’t want to hurt you in any way or see you in pain. You two have had some long talks about it before when you tried to rush and inevitably got into so much pain while being impatient that he insists on taking the time to work you open before moving on to anything else.

With every lift of your small body, he can see his cock appearing and disappearing inside your willing body, his bottom lip almost raw from keeping himself back. While his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips, he has to try his hardest to keep the rest of his body in check, afraid it’ll be over before it starts.

Before he realizes what’s happening, the wonderful moment arrives – you’ve successfully taken every last of his thick, veiny, and throbbing 9 inches. Your head falls back, a loud groan of your boyfriend’s name falling from your lips as your nails drag down his chest, nothing but pure pleasure coursing through your veins as you’re getting used to him splitting you open.

He didn’t realize it, but somewhere along the way, he shut his eyes as the pleasure inside his body was building. When he opened them, he was met with a sight for sore eyes: your mouth being slightly agape and your brows furrowed, your entire body trembling from the pleasure you’re experiencing, and your nipples so hard they could cut glass.

His gaze follows the soft curves of your body, and then he notices something he can’t help but point out.

“Hmm, I can see myself in your belly, Peach, ‘m so deep that we can see it right here,” he says as his thumb pushes against the bump of his tip, making you his at the pleasure. His fingers glide over it a couple more times, his brain going into overdrive at the way your belly bulges from the way his cock is nestled inside you.

“Look at you, Peach, you look so fucking beautiful on my cock,” Tony whispers against your forehead, his lips pressing soft kisses there as his hands find their home on your round ass cheeks. Your arms are wrapped around his neck to give yourself as much leverage as possible, ready to finally get to the part you’ve been craving: riding Tony’s cock until you’re both completely spent and satisfied in each other’s arms.

His hands are taking up almost the entirety of your ass, his fingers digging into the flesh as he helps you lift and sink again, the feeling of his cock inside you nearly being too much as you’re seated again. He’s deeper than you ever thought would’ve been possible, and you’re wondering how you’re still able to think with the way you two are having sex right now.

A mix of grunts, groans, and moans fill the room as he picks up the pace – or you, in this case – your nails dragging over his back and sides as the pleasure is building inside your body. Even though you’ve already had a few incredible orgasms before this, Tony wants to give you one more you’re not going to forget anytime soon.

“Hold on tight, Peach, Daddy’s gonna give you the ride of your life,” he grumbles, and you do exactly that before Tony sets an almost brutal pace fucking you from below, your moans completely uncontrollable as he’s fucking you harder and deeper than ever before. Your belly bulges with every thrust, and your eyes roll back into your head as he’s working you toward the edge of your release.

“T-T-Tony!” you scream as your nails dig into his flesh again, and he groans loudly as you clench around him, gripping him like a vice as your orgasm is on the brink of washing over you. With one last, well-aimed thrust, you fall apart on his cock, and with a scream of your name, Tony also cums, every last drop of his seed being pumped deep into your willing body.

His cum is dripping out of your hole and past the base of his cock, down his balls, and eventually onto the couch, your tiny hole unable to keep it all in. He always has big cumshots, but this time it’s even more than usual since it’s been a few days since you and Tony had the time to have more than a quickie and take the time to make love and have some fantastic, passionate sex.

Once he has worked you both through your highs, he pulls you against his body, his cock shifting inside you as he hits your sweet spot with his steely length. His arms envelop you effortlessly, his size kink being satisfied beyond belief right now. He’s never felt luckier to be with you than he does now, and he never wants to let you go – he’d rather stay buried like this inside you forever.

“Can’t believe how beautiful you look when riding me, Peach. It’s like an Angel has graced the face of the earth, and I’m fucking her senseless every single time. God, you’re such a good girl for me,”

“I am?” you ask bashfully, a warmth spreading through your cheeks as he praises you, telling you you’re a good girl.

“Hm-hmm, you’re always my good girl,” he reassures you as he swipes a piece of hair out of your face. There’s a thin layer of sweat adorning your glistening skin, and Tony leans in for a kiss, his tongue diving into your mouth and taking dominance right away.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you whisper with a hoarse voice after pulling away, a content smile on your face as you do. Then, you get comfortable against his chest, his softening cock still buried inside you as you do. Even though your hips and thighs will be sore for a few days, you don’t mind because you’re too comfortable in this position now.

“I love you, Peach, more than I can ever explain,” he whispers as his large hands rub over your back, and you shiver as he does. Tony quickly drapes a warm blanket over you, allowing you to sleep on his chest as he sits there with his eyes closed, enjoying your closeness.

“One day, I’ll be able to call you my wife, and we’ll have some of the most beautiful children. When that day comes, I hope they’ll look like you,” he says, thinking you’re asleep, but you’re still awake enough to hear him. You decide to keep this to yourself, however, as the memory of it warms your heart. And secretly, you wish they would look like him, as that would make them perfect.

[becca-e-barnes]

The Bad Day at Work

I'd been thinking about The Video earlier and I thought this might make an awfully sexy short part 2. In my head, the two pieces are set a couple of months apart. If you didn't already think I have a God complex, you'll think that by the time you're finished reading this 🙃

Pairing: Pornstar!Dad's Best Friend!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.4K

Summary: Bucky has a tough day on set

Warnings: Age gap (Bucky is in his late 40's, reader is in her mid 20's), masturbation, unprotected sex, cream pie, praise kink, mentions of pornography

Minors, do not interact

You were beyond glad that your parents weren't home when the front clicked shut.

You were even more glad to be home alone when you felt a pair of warm lips on your neck, restless hands on your waist and the slight scruff of Bucky's stubble scratching your skin.

"Hello, you." You couldn't help but smile, partly because you didn't expect to see him today but mostly because he was so fucking eager.

You felt him hum his response more than you heard it. His mouth was occupied after all. His fingers flexed and tightened their grip on your waist, pulling you as close as he could manage.

"Good day at work?" You teased, arching your back slightly to press your ass against him. No matter how many he sees in his line of work, Bucky is absolutely an ass man.

"Are you joking?" He groans, sounding frustrated. "I don't think I've ever had a worse day on set."

He's piqued your interest, that's for sure. By all accounts, he's usually very happy with his job but that's to be somewhat expected when you're one of the most popular male pornstars in the industry.

Your phone lies long forgotten on the marble countertop and you do your best to loosen his grip enough to allow you to turn to face him.

"What happened?" You don't even sound incredibly sure of yourself. He might not want to talk about it and if that's the case, you don't want to press him.

"I couldn't finish." His cheeks are burning pink like someone has slapped both of them; frustration and shame blazing under his skin. "I tried everything. Thank God I had a condom on so I could fake it."

Your heart rate speeds up because you don't have a clue how to fix this. How do you make him feel better? What could you say that won't make him feel worse?

It's fine, it happens to everyone! Perhaps not.

I'm so sorry you couldn't finish for some other woman. Nope, not awfully sincere.

Maybe you're just getting to that age? No, definitely not.

"Well, what did you try? You've never had that problem when we're together." Your fingers drift through his dark hair and you can smell the fragrance of his shampoo so strongly, you know he's had a shower before he came over. He always does. It's just nice to be reminded though.

"Everything I usually do. I tried talking dirty, I tried changing positions. Nothing worked for me. She was a lovely woman, don't get me wrong." He's never sounded less sure of himself and it's actually a little heartbreaking. "I think you've broken me."

You can't help but laugh. You've broken him. As if he doesn't consistently leave your legs shaking. As if he didn't introduce you to pleasure that even your favourite vibrators can't compare to.

"It's true! I swear. The only time I even got close was when I closed my eyes and thought of you. But Jesus, that felt so wrong. I couldn't do that." He didn't think he'd admit that to you but in the moment, it was hard to keep it in.

That's a compliment though, right? It's a little weird but he meant well.

You didn't expect any of this when he walked through the door and you feel yourself racing to keep up, trying to find something to say to fill the silence.

"Nothing feels as good as you do." Thankfully he's still functioning, pent up frustration simmering over and his lips make their way back to your neck. "Nothing fucking compares to you." His hands slip under the hem of your thin top and you don't make any attempt to stop them.

Heat blossoms low in your tummy, creeping its way into your chest while the praise keeps coming.

"No one moans as pretty as you do. No one touches me like you do. No one makes me as filthy-minded as you do." He punctuates his sentences with squeezes to your breasts and bites to your skin and the combination is magical.

"Oh yeah? Are you sure? Because I'm going to be really disappointed if you can't cum for me either." You're only teasing him and he knows it but with his injured pride, he's already far too keen to prove himself.

"We both know I don't have that problem with you, honey. Hell, if anything, I struggle to last." He's inflating your ego and you're not sure if he knows it.

You don't really know which of you are more keen as you begin your ascent to your bedroom, trying to shed your clothes on the way. It's a relief to see the smile on his face and for a second, you just have to stop in the hallway to kiss him because he's too damn cute.

Neither of you have it in you to wait. With the state you're in, any more foreplay might just leave you trembling and despite the fact he likes to be courteous, he doesn't have the patience to drag this out either.

You lay on your back on the bed, watching him kiss up the insides of your thighs while stroking his own erection and you struggle to remember a time you felt this overwhelmed with excitement. Eventually, you feel his hot breath on your slick cunt but for once, he doesn't dwell there too long. There's a desperation to the way he's stroking himself now and you entirely understand, despite how mesmerising it is to watch him touch himself.

"Fuck, look at you." He moans, his thumb pressed to the top side of his length while he slides himself against your wet folds. "You're so perfect. All over." He grants himself a couple more indulgent, slow glides over your sex before he cups your face in one hand.

The blunt tip of his dick presses against your entrance, sliding into your body and you resist the urge to close your eyes and enjoy the feeling in favour of keeping your eyes fixed on his, drinking in how his expression reflects the pleasure he feels.

It's not hard to tell that the very first stroke has you both feeling the same. It's more than just feeling full, in a way it's almost closer to feeling complete.

"Sweetheart, you're gonna have to touch yourself." His cheeks are just as flushed as they were when he came in earlier but now he's embarrassed for entirely the opposite reason.

"You've barely started, don't tell me you're going to cum already." You can't help but laugh, taking his advice regardless. Your fingers are well versed in self pleasure, your hand slipping down between your bodies until you're able to rub your own clit in tight circles.

"I can't help it." His voice comes out closer to an elated giggle than you expected. "You've ruined me. Fuck, I'm yours."

The fingers of your free hand curl in the short hair above the back of his neck while he continues to fuck himself stupid into you. He's hardly even thinking now, letting each little confession tumble from his lips before he can even think about them.

"You've broken me. God, you feel so fucking perfect. You own me. Your cunt owns me. Holy shit." He sounds wrecked, clearly already trying to hold off his orgasm while you chase yours and you're beyond thankful it's not too far away. How could it be with confessions like that?

You feel your body fluttering around his cock, euphoria washing over you in waves that you couldn't surface from if you tried. It's an all consuming, frantic kind of pleasure. Each thrust from your partner only drags you in deeper and it's truly heavenly.

"Cum for me, Buck." You don't have to encourage him too many times. He's more than happy to give in, his arms shaking, proudly finishing inside you with a groan so beautiful that it makes you wonder if you could cum again.

He's entirely spent, for now anyway. You hear him chuckle, relief making him giddy because so long as he's still able to cum for you, you haven't completely broken him.

"Well." You smile, kissing his head before getting up to head to the bathroom. "At least I know you didn't fake that."

[thecuriousbeauty]

He Leaves for Tour- Harry Styles Oneshot

Word limit: 4,000

Warnings: Pure fluff, teasing.

Synopsis: It's Harry's first time solo touring, and the first time he has to be apart from y/n for such a long time.

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Harry's POV:-

I hummed as I watered the plants growing in our balcony. y/n loves adding more plants, and keeping the place pretty. It was peaceful until I saw a giant lizard.

I screamed.

"y/n!!!!!", I yelled. "Babe!!"

"Oh my god what?", y/n ran in wearing the kiss the chef apron. I jumped into her arms.

"What is wrong with you?", she asked adjusting her arms around me. "Lizard.", I squeaked. She burst out laughing. "Stop! Go get it.", I said tightening my arms around her neck. "I thought you're scared of only snakes.", she said still giggling. I rolled my eyes. "I'm scared of reptiles. Now quick!!"

"Well get off then." I whimpered but got off. "Where?", she asked. I pointed. "Oh, go get the broom.", she instructed and I ran to go get it. She took it giggling at my face and went closer to the lizard.

"Be safe!", I said helpfully staying a meter away. "Gee thanks curly.", she muttered and slammed the broom on it. "Is it dead?", I ask. "No."

"Kill it!"

"No."

"WHY NOT?"

"I don't like killing forms of life.", she said and put the broom along the wall outside, it crawled off. She smiled and looked at me. "It's gone."

"Are you sure?", I asked peeping to look. 

"Duh!"

"What are you going to do without me?", she asked folding her arms in front of her chest. Sadly, I'm leaving for tour in a week. It sucks that she can't come with me and just ugh terrible. Today, my crew's coming over to our house for a before tour party, which explains why she was in an apron. 

"I don't know.", I sighed. "Oi, don't be sad.", she said and walked to me, leaving a kiss on my cheek. I wrapped my arms around her waist tight. "I love you."

"I love you too.", she said and swayed me. "Shit, it's probably burning.", she cursed and pulled away from me, running to the kitchen. I smiled and followed her. I kissed her cheek over and over again until she grinned and kissed me. "What was that for?", she asked twirling around the kitchen.

"For saving me from the lizard that planned my death of course."

She laughed. "You're so dramatic."

"What should I do?", I asked to help her. She threw water on to the pan that sizzled. "Umm, you can get the table ready and then go shower."

"But that's no fun.", I said. "Then taste this for me.", she said and brought a spoon to my lips. I let her feed me. "You're making strawberry!", I smiled as I swallowed down the amazing strawberry filling and some other berry I can't make out now. I didn't want her to do a lot of work, so we're ordering food but she offered to make desert. 

You're life is a waste if you haven't tasted her food yet. I wanted to prove that to my friends.

"How's it? Is it too sour? Does it need more sugar? Is it too sweet?", she bombarded me with questions. I chuckled. "It's perfect babe, maybe be a little, tiny bit, more lemon."

She smiled and kissed my jaw squeezing a little more lemon juice. "What are you making? Pie?", I guessed. She shook her head. "Cheesecake." 

"Nice.", I said as she turned off the gas. I pulled her by her wrist before she could dash away again. "Babe, I'm running out of time.", she said. I kissed her lips. "Thank you.", I said. "What for?", she asked tracing her thumb over my eyebrow. "You're perfect." She blushed and kissed my nose. "You agreed to host the party and you're so sweet to everyone-"

"Except Mitch.", she interrupted and I chuckled. She knows Mitch since a long time, I mean come on, he's one of my best mates. So she gets along well with him. "And just everything, so thank you."

"Aw babe it's no problem, I'd do anything for you." I kissed her passionately. "I love you.", she said. I kissed her forehead. "I love you more."

She smiled and pulled away from me. "Go clean the table baby."

I smiled and poked her side making her squeak before I went away and I laughed. I cleaned the table and looked around at our place, which looked very clean and beautiful, she doesn't allow it to get dirty. 

"Done.", I said to her who was beating the cheesecake mixture. She groaned in frustration as her hair came off the ponytail while she worked. Her hands were messy. I chuckled and stood behind her, taking her hair into my hands. I moved away all the strands from her forehead and put her hair into a messy bun on top of her head.

"Thanks, love.", she beamed. I kissed behind her ear. "You're welcome, love.", I said in the same tone and she laughed lightly.

 "Can I lick the bowl?", I asked watching her pour the white cheesecake mixture into the mold with concentration. "Mhmm."

I cheered and she gave me a fond smile. She gave me the bowl and I put my index finger in the cream left, licking it. I put my finger to her lips offering it to her. She licked the cream of it and met my gaze slightly nibbling on my skin making me hard right there. Shit, control Harry. She took some cream and smeared it on my lips like lip gloss and kissed me, her tongue dipping into my mouth. I put the bowl on the slab and moved my hands to her hips, pulling her closer to my body. 

We were both breathless when we pulled away. Then she patted my shoulder. "Go shower curly." I stared at her. She turned me on and now just left me. She smirked knowing exactly what she did. I groaned. "Tease." I took some flour and spread it over my palm, she was watching confused at what I was doing. I pressed my hand to her right ass cheek and removed it. I laughed seeing my palm's mark on her black shorts and ran away before she kills me.

"I HATE YOU EDWARD!" She uses my middle name when she's really mad. I laugh.

"I love you too!"

I hopped into the shower.

I went out with only a towel hanging around my torso, water dripping down my hair. She, who was in the room glanced at me and bit her bottom lip. I smirked and started rubbing my hair dry with another towel. 

"I'm gonna shower, care to join?", she asked standing up. I shook my head. "I already did."

"Okay.", she said and nodded. I watched as she took off her shirt in front of me and I sucked in a breath. Next to come off were her shorts that still had my palm's print which didn't help at all. My eyes watched every move of her, and traveled to every curve in her body. She kissed me softly and traced her hand on my abs. My hands immediately went around her waist and I nibbled on her bottom lip. My hands dropped lower but she pulled away and smiled innocently. 

"Gotta shower.", she whispered close to my ear and kissed on my sweet spot sending shivers up my spine. "You are such a tease y/n", I growled and followed her to the bathroom.

"Thought you didn't want to shower.", she said innocently.

"I can't resist you.", I said and slammed her to the bathroom wall. Her legs wrapped around my waist as our lips connected, my hands running up and down her sides hungrily. 

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y/n' s pov:-

"See ya Haz.", Mitch and Sarah were the last to leave. "Bye!", Harry said who was a little drunk, making him in the funny stage now. "Are you gonna be fine? Should I book a cab?", I asked them. 

"Oh it's okay y/n, I'll get him home safe.", Sarah said chuckling as she shoved Mitch. "Thanks for inviting us, I had fun.", she said as she hugged me.

"Thanks for coming, we had fun too.", I said. "Good luck for tour!"

"Thanks!"

"Oiii, that's ma wife.", Harry said as Mitch wrapped me up in a bear hug. "I'm just giving her a hug!"

"Mhmm."

"Text me your cheesecake recipe, I need it to live now.", he said and I laughed ruffling his hair. "Sure."

"Bye love.", he said and kissed my cheek when he pulled away. "See ya, have fun on tour.", I said and kissed his cheek too.

"Oh I will.", he winked and nudged Sarah who blushed. 

"Okay let's go, bye Harry!", Sarah said and hugged him as well, Mitch too and we waved to them.

"That was fun.", Harry said and slipped his arms around my waist, pulling me hard so I fall on his chest and held on to his shoulders. "I love you.", he kissed my lips and then my nose. "I love you too."

"We'll do the cleaning tomorrow.", he says, looking around at our house, which was now a mess.

I hated to leave it like that, but I had no energy as well, so I joined him to the bedroom.

"Can you help me with the zip?", I ask turning around. His hand gently swept my hair to a side and his fingertips brushed my skin sending goosebumps up my spine as he pulled the zipper down of the dress.

"Thanks.", I pecked his lips before taking it off and slipping the pajamas on. We got ready for bed and laid down.

His hands quickly grabbed my waist and pulled me close. I smiled and kissed his jaw line. He held my face in his hands and stroked his thumbs on my cheek. I watched his beautiful green orbs as they scanned my face, taking everything in, his fingers brushing against my skin. Then he leaned in to press a long kiss to my lips. "You're gorgeous.", he said voice barely a whisper and I blushed. "That's the fourth time you told me today."

"It's not going to be enough how many ever times I tell you." He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. "I love you."

"I love you too.", I whispered.

Then he took my hand and started playing with my fingers. "Love, I'm scared.", he whispered keeping his gaze on my fingers.

"Of what baby?", I ask, pressing a kiss to his hand. He sighed. "I-I've never been on tour without the boys, this is the first time. I'm nervous, I'm scared, I don't know if I'm going to be good." He tipped his head to look at me. "And you're not there either, whom will I hug if I get nervous? Whom will I talk too?"

I smiled understanding what he's talking about. "Trust me Harry, you'll be great."

"How do you know?"

 "When you're onstage babe, nothing else bothers you, you don't give a fuck about what others think or say. You do your stuff, you have fun and you crush it. I know because I've seen you, and you're amazing."

He smiled, dimples popping and kissed my fingertips. "I've learnt a lot from you Haz. You're incredible. Now about the boys, you will miss them, I'm not gonna lie. But, good thing is you all are in close contact so they will pick the call when you want to talk to them, including Zayn after our wedding which is great. Don't worry babe, you'll find your way around, you always do." I kissed his shoulder as I snuggled up.

"You remember the kitten toy you won for me during the carnival? You can take that. Hug that when you want to hug me. And I'm always here if you want to talk Harry, just one call away."

I replaced all the tears on his cheeks with soft kisses, his eyes fluttering close enjoying the feeling of comfort. "I love you so much.", I whispered. "I love you too baby.", he whispered back. "Thank you." He pecked my lips. 

"Always here for you.", I said hugging him tightly. He squeezed me tightly back. "I-I'm gonna miss you love.", he croaked and I closed my eyes trying not to cry.

I am going to fucking miss him too.

Seven months.

Harry is going to be on tour for seven months.

How will I live without all this cuteness and liveliness around the house? I know I consoled Harry whenever he would become sad about it but I am sad too. I just didn't want to show it. 

"Let's not think about it now.", I whispered massaging my fingertips on his head to calm him down. "We have seven more days babe, we'll have fun okay?" He nodded sniffling. Drunk and all, he's losing it. 

"We'll do whatever you want.", I said kissing his hair multiple times. "W-Will you go bowling with me?" I chuckled and nodded. "Yes, I'll go bowling with you." 

"What will we do tomorrow?"

"Stay in bed and cuddle all day cause you'll have a hangover."

"Smarty."

I laughed and squeezed him.

Harry fell asleep before me. Harry's almost angelic when he sleeps. I kissed the top of his head. "I'm gonna miss you too.", I croaked. I pressed my lips to his forehead as he snuggled deeper, his arm loosely hung around my waist, his head using my boobs as pillows. "I love you Harry, sleep tight.", I whispered and kissed his hair too before closing my eyes. 

I'm gonna miss him.

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"We've not watched this have we?", Harry asked four days later as we sat on the couch deciding on a movie to watch.

I shook my head looking at what he was talking about. He put that movie in and sat back down, my legs curling on his lap. Twenty minutes into the movie and he got to know my mood was off. 

"Are you not hungry?", he asked trying to feed me popcorn. I shook my head and moved his hand to his own mouth. He pouted. 

"Love.", he poked my cheek. "You don't like the movie? I'll change it then.", he said. "No it's okay.", I quickly said placing my hand on his arm. He paused the movie. "What's wrong then?", he asked. 

"Nothing."

"Are you okay?"

"Yes."

"No you're not."

I looked up at him who was looking at me not even blinking. He pulled me on to his lap. "What's up, darling?", he asked brushing my hair from my forehead, then rested his hands on my hips. "Hm?", he asked. I just shrugged.

"Peachy?", he asked swaying me from side to side. I shook my head. "Come on, tell me.", he said. "I don't want my pretty girl sad." He kissed my lips.

"Play the movie.", I mumbled playing with the rings on his hand. 

"Not until you talk to me."

I sighed. "Two more days and you're gone for seven months Harry!", I said and finally looked at him. His eyes softened and his hand went to touch my cheek but I stopped it. "I know I act like I'm fine with it but I'm not."

"It's too long Haz, I can't.", I croaked. I wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my head into his neck.

"Baby don't cry.", he said wrapping his arms around my neck tight. "Please."

"W-We've never been apart that long."

I felt his hand on top of my hand and he pulled it back gently so I would look at him. He looked like he'd cry any minute but held it together for my sake. "You think I'd leave you for seven months?", he asked. "I don't know what to do without you either y/n. I don't want to leave you, I don't want to go on tour without you. Please babe, if you cry I'm gonna lose it all together.", he said. 

"I will come see you in between love, or you'll fly over to come see me right? When you can? I promise you, we won't go that long without seeing each other. Promise.", he said. "I don't like being alone Harry, you know that.", I blinked for the tears. "Babe I hate you being alone too. I have nightmares sometimes when you go to LA.", Harry said rocking me back and forth. I'm from LA, and I moved to London for Harry.

"And you said you're going to go to America for the most part right? You have your brother there, your other friends, now there's Zayn too.", he said. I've been with Harry since his time in the band, and the boys are like my best friends.

"You can call me anytime baby.", he said firmly. "If you have a bad dream, if you have a bad day, if you need some cheering up, if you have a panic attack or even if you just want to talk, I will be there love. Nothing's changing, I'll just be a couple miles apart." He wiped away my tears and brought my head to his chest. "You're my rock y/n, if you're gonna cry I will too.", he said and I scoffed.

"We'll facetime, text and call, everyday." I nodded. "I love you.", he said and lifted my chin up to kiss me. "I love you so so much.", he whispered and kissed my temple. "I love you too.", I whispered back and pressed my lips to his neck as I went back to burying under him.

"Be good while I'm gone.", he said. "Careful with the stairs and stools. I can't catch you from the other part of the world." I hit his chest and he laughed. "Also, don't stress okay?" I nodded nuzzling my head into his collarbone as I kissed it.

"You be good too. Girls are swooning all over you.", I mumbled.

"You're the only girl I'll swoon over, wifey."

"Will you do something for me?", I ask cupping his cheeks.

"Anything.", he whispered back. 

"Will you take your camera with you and take lots of pictures of everything so I can see when you're back?" He smiled. "I was gonna do that anyways love. Of course." We kissed. Harry loves to take photos and so he was over the moon when I gifted him a camera for his last birthday, since then he's been snapping away in that. 

Then we heard water pouring down outside.

"It's raining.", Harry whispered. 

I got up from his lap and took his hand pulling him off to the balcony. Cold breeze greeted us and he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. I ran my hand through his hair and leaned back against him. He kissed my shoulder and swayed me. "Looks like the sky's crying too.", I said looking up at the dark sky.

"Or,", Harry said as he kissed my jawline. "The sky's pouring down confetti's."

I turned to look at him. "You think?" He smiled and nodded. "That's one way to think about it.", I nodded. He's so positive. Suddenly he grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. "Harry what-", I started as he opened the door of our backyard. He ran outside, dragging me too.

"Curly what if you get sick right before tour!? It's raining heavily and-"

"Shhh.", he put his finger on my lips, the rain already plastering his hair. Then he put his arms around my waist and hugged me. He started humming and swayed me around back and forth, dancing. I smiled and my arms went around his neck. My head laid on his shoulder as rain poured over us. It was freezing but I have to say, this is fun too. 

"The sky's pouring down confetti's cause it's happy and having a party. We're invited to it, lucky aren't we?", he said after some time and I smiled and kissed his temple. "We're lucky." I nodded and he smiled and kissed my forehead.

"She's my kind of rain Like love in a drunken sky She's confetti falling down all night She sits quietly there Black water in a jar Says baby why you trembling like you are", he started singing. 

"I love you Harry.", I whispered when he finished the whole song. His arms tightened around me and he caressed my hair, leaving a sloppy kiss on my temple.

"I love you more, angel."

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I flopped down on the couch ready to cry. I just dropped Harry to the airport. Then I fished out a note from my bag he told me to open only when I got back home. I scrambled for it and took it out. It was a big white envelope. 

Hi baby, it's Harry. Don't get too crazy without your sexy husband around. Read on, got something for you.

I read on and gasped as I saw a heading.

101 Reasons why I love y/n.

Oh my gosh.

He's so goofy but so romantic and just perfect. I read on, it was so incredibly sweet that tears fell down my cheeks by the time I finished reading. Aww. H-He's so amazing. Then I heard the door bell and I frowned. I got up wiping away tears and opened the door.

"HELLO!", Niall beamed at me. He was holding bags on both his hands.

"Niall?", I ask as he pushed me aside and enters the house. "Yep, thought someone would be lonely today.", he said placing the bags on the table and turned to me. "And I'm right, come here.", he said opening his arms and I ran into them. "When did he leave?", he asked rubbing my back as I nuzzled my head into the crook of his neck.

"About one and half hours ago.", I said. "Oh, well, I brought lots of food, ice creams, movies. And myself.", he said chuckling. "I see you've already gotten one round of crying covered.", he laughed as I wiped my eyes. "He's just so cute.", I mumbled walking to the couch.

"What did he do now?"

"He gave me a note, 101 reasons why he loves me."

"Oh my god, Harold.", Niall groaned. "Where does he get such ideas from?"

"That's what I thought too. So romantic."

Niall fake gagged as he sat next to me with a big tub of ice cream and two spoons. I pinched his arm and he laughed. "It's okay friend, food makes it all better, here ya go.", he handed me a spoon and he dug into the ice cream with his spoon. And so I stuffed myself with ice cream.

For the rest of the night, we had a food fest. Niall is that friend you need when you feel down. He'll cheer you up, his laugh is so contagious it'll make you laugh and he's so much fun. He had the thought to come over today, which was really sweet.

"Ni?"

"Mhm?"

"Thanks for coming over."

He grinned. "Of course bestie.", he said in an American accent, making me laugh.

I will miss Harry, but I'll stay strong for him.

After all, I am his rock.

[yunebtc]

hii :3 could you do a applejack x fem reader? where the reader is like rarity

YESSS I LOVE AJ SHES MY WIFE FRFR🥺🥺🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

!!NOTPROOFREAD

-FEM READER X APPLEJACK

-READER ISNT REPLACING RARITY OR ANYTHING DONT LIKE THAT IDEA BUT READER LIKES TO MAKE OUTFITS AND DO MAKEUP IN HER FREE TIME AND RARITY TAUGHT HER HOW TO DO THESE THINGS

-I WANNA MAKE THE READER A LITTLE AIRHEADED SO SHE WILL HAVE STUPID MOMENTS PLS DONT HATE ME😰🙏🏽

-FLUFF

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Thanks sugarcube..

APPLEJACK

I was out in the mall today getting stuff for tonight's sleepover with Applejack! Every three weeks we try to have a sleepover and this week was finally that week!! I had an idea we could do face masks and watch a movie and braid each other's hair!! It's be such a nice thing, I always look forward to having these sleepovers with applejack especially now that I have developed feelings for her, and who could blame me? I haven't had many suitors but none of them could have made me fall harder Than Applejack, She is sweet just like sugar, she is kind and thoughtful towards everyone, She's the most honest person I've ever known and she's sp strong she's willing to your pain and turn it into comfort, I realize that I stopped just think about her and I forgot I was in a line for buying everything we needed and I rush to the register apologizing frequently.

I exit the taxi and walk to my house opening the door and closing it making sure its locked I put my bags in the living room and walk to the kitchen grabbing a bag of popcorn and setting the time in the microwave as I waited I noticed I still had applepie that applejack brought me a few days ago since she was making pie delivers and made to much, and decided to heat some of that as well, I hear the popcorn finishing up and serve it in a bowl and start heating up the pie and I leave the kitchen and get the face masks and sleeping area and hairproducts and I use the already cut up cucumber that u had and use the as eye masks Rarity told me it helps reduce puffiness in the eyes and makes it feel refreshing!! As I had everything set up I feel as I forgot something, what was it?... THE PIE, I rush to the kitchen and grab the pi out of the appliance and quickly drop it feeling my fingers getting slightly burned and I go to run it in cold water "phooey.." I say in resentment I guess I really was the airhead of the group forgetting this ever happened I go split the pie in pieces and use a rag to take it to the living room to cool down and decide to take a quick shower and change into pajamas.

I exit the shower and dry myself off putting my silk pajamas on and taking my hair down and blow drying it for a while and I put some oils in my hair before I hear the doorbell ring Applejack had just arrived! "Coming!!" I exclaim and go to check the door and open it "Hey sugarcube!!" Applejack smiles holding her sleeping bag and bag of stuff u smile back and give her a hug but she struggles to hug me back with her stuff in her hands "Here I'll get your stuff come inside!!" I take her bags out of her hands and walk inside and she walks inside as well closing my door, I set her sleeping bag down next to mine and set her other bag down as well and ask her "Okay! so I got face masks for us let do that first?" Applejack looks at me nervously but agrees and I pat the spot on the couch next to me "Uhh --- what excellent are you putting on my uhh face?" I chuckle and say "It's a face mask hun it's not gonna hurt you!" I notice she blushed a little but I shrug it off "Whatever you say sugarcube" she says and I start to blush too, usually she calls everyone she cares about sugarcube but something about her calling me that makes me blush, after applying the mask I put the cucumbers on her eyes and her eyebrows burrowing "Now now what are these for??" She asks "Rarity says that cucumbers help relax and reduces puffy eyes!!" Applejack shrugs and says "Sugarcube I have no idea what your talking about but as long as your enjoying the sleepover" She rests her hands on her stomach and I blush at what she said "As long as your here I'm having fun Applejack!" I say happily and supirse her with another hug and returns the hug squeezing me tighter due to her strength but I don't mind I feel more than comfortable in her embrace, minutes go by and it was time to take off the masks so I take off the cucumbers and my mask "Hey applejack we can take off the masks now!" She takes the cucumbers off and takes off the masks handing it to me I go to throw the masks and cumbersome away but she comes out of no where and says "Wait gimme those cucumbers!" I look at her questioningly and she eats the cucumbers "Applejack that's nasty!! Those were just on my eyes!!" I give her a playful shove and she laughs "They still taste delicious!!" She says and I scoff " If you were hungry you could have had some pie, I still had pie left over!!" Her face lights up and she smiles "Let's have some then come on sugarcube!!" She takes my hand and sits down on the couch taking a slice of pie and scarfing it down, I laugh and eat pie as well "Well now its time to watch a movie what do you wanna watch hun?" I ask and she tucks a piece of her beautiful blonde hair behind her and and checks the movie selection before choosing a scary movie "This one!!" She exclaims and I gulp and smile weakly playing the movie anyway.

A girl screams and I yelp and look away from the TV and squeeze applejack and my face stuffed in her chest I could hear her heartbeat faster, Applejack wraps her arms around her and blushes "Sugarcube you alright?" She asks and I say "The movie is just a little too scary for my taste.." She chuckles and puts a hand on my cheek "Wanna do something else then?" I blush hard and nod "You wanna braid eachothers hair?" She nods and smiles and I smile back and get the hair brush and oils and a hairband Applejack takes off her hat and holds it in her hand and I take the hairband and brush her hair out and apply hair promoting oil on her hair since she has such beautiful hair she should continue to grow it! I start to braid her her and we just talk about our week she had told me applebloom was grabbing chicken eggs for the coop and one angry hen chased her out and that she had to stop her from crying, poor girl I remember one of our sleepovers where at Applejacks house and while we where in her room and chicken was outside her window and screamed so loud I fell out off bed, not fun. "Poor apple bloom your chickens are vicious!!" Applejack laughs harder and says "Pretty much!" I finish her braid and I ask to hold her hat and she agrees giving me her hat and I put it on her head and bring her hair to fraim her face she looks at me the entire time and I make eye contact and she looks at my eyes then my lips asking for permission I nod and she cups my face and kisses me, it was magical her lips were soft and she must have had lip balm the tasted like apples because that's all I could taste I wrap my arms around her waste and she wraps her arms around my neck and we break the kiss "I didn't know you liked me back.." I say she lifts my chin up and we make direct eye contact "Of course I do sugarcube, you perfect and shine like gold in my eyes, I'd like to make you mine if you would.." I give her another kiss and nod " I do I love you Applejack" she smiles and says "I love you too ---" after that she braided my hair and we bring our sleeping bags closer together and before we go to sleep she said to me "Thanks sugarcube.." I look to her and say "For what?" And she smiles pecking my lips "For making my wish come true.."

[teriri-sayes]

Reactions to Cale Snow's Chapter 237

TL;DR - Cute Raon and Rasheel interaction. Rasheel happy from being praised by Cale. Cale worried about Clopeh acting like a normal person. Cale meets the chief of the wolf tribe. White snake says Witira smells like mommy.

Cute Dragons Unfortunately, my expectations for DHB naming scene today was shattered. 🥲 But we got a lot of cute and funny moments today! 🥰In fact, half of it came from our tsundere dragon, Rasheel.

Rasheel ate the walnut pie and muttered that he only tasted blood. Hearing that, Raon was shocked and panicked at the thought of Rasheel dying. 😂 Rasheel was confused on how to deal with the panicking young dragon, and insisted that he was not dying.

And when Raon called him a kind dragon despite being rude, Rasheel vehemently denied that. Archie, who was watching them, wondered why Rasheel was more offended by being called kind than rude. 🤣🤣🤣 Rasheel turned to Cale, insisting again that he was not kind. But Cale praised him for doing a good job, making Rasheel feel good.

What followed was another moment of embarrassed Rasheel. He didn't want Cale and Raon to see his current condition, so he tried to make excuses when he stumbled on the ground. Clopeh offered to support him, but Rasheel rejected it, thinking that Clopeh's craziness made him uncomfortable. 😂

Then some more Rasheel and Archie scenes. Rasheel wanted to return quickly because he didn't want to be seen this badly hurt, but Cale instructed Archie to go with Rasheel. Both Rasheel and Archie frowned but obeyed Cale nonetheless. 🤣🤣🤣

There was also Rasheel analyzing his fight and feeling troubled about how powerful their future enemies were.

Rasheel: *feeling troubled as he thought of how strong the future enemies would be* Cale: You're cool. Still, take care of yourself. Rasheel: Hehe. Archie: *feeling very confused* He's cool? Rasheel: Heh. Of course. Who am I? The indomitable dragon himself. I will continue to be cool in the future. Archie: *frowns*

AAAAAAHHHH! Rasheel is so cute! He's so cute the entire chapter! 🥰

Clopeh Acting Like a Normal Person is Abnormal The title says it all. Cale felt it strange when Clopeh was responding to him normally instead of showering him with praises or expressing a desire to be with Cale. But when Clopeh giggled strangely, Cale was relieved that the crazy Clopeh was back. 😂

Clopeh began to spout nonsense that he found his way, and stuff like "The stronger the light, the more visible the shadows are. But the light hidden by the bright light can't be seen by anyone." He thought that Cale was the bright light, Choi Han the shadow, and him the hidden light. Of course, Raon and Cale was confused what he was mumbling about, and gave up understanding him. 🤣🤣🤣

The Wolves are Scared of Lock? We got a brief explanation of what happened to Lock's group. The chief of the Aipotu wolf beastkin heard about the subjugation force and tried to use her berserk transformation, thinking that she could use it to protect her tribe.

But she ended up losing her reason. Fortunately, Lock's group arrived at that time, and subdued her. So when Cale's group finally met her, she was chained tightly. However, she had not returned to her senses yet.

I liked how confident Lock was when he dealt with the Aipotu wolf beastkin. The chief almost broke her chains, but Lock approached and hushed her, telling her to be nice. She immediately cowered and obeyed Lock out of fear. The other beastkin were also in awe and fear, calling Lock as the Blue Wolf himself.

Ending Remarks Today was full of cuteness and funny moments. There was also some info in the end about how the collapsed world was rejecting the dragons, or that Witira smelled like the white snake's mommy because of some spiritual creature stuff. Anyway, I guess Cale's group would finally be returning to the castle now. They will, right? DHB naming scene please, author-nim?