#turns out my throat was swollen which was why it was hard to breath and yeah

[not-so-local-lesbian]

This was the motivation to get up and take ibuprofen before my cramps became immobilizing. Thank you <3

if u feel the first cramp and think "i dont need a painkiller yet, itll pass" ? that the devil speaking, take that painkiller immediately

[tonycries]

I Wanna Get Freaky On Camera

Synopsis. On your knees in front of your boyfriend, it was just an innocent video, right? So why are you hearing his best friend’s voice from behind the screen?

Pairing. Multiple x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, being recorded, voyeurism, oral (male receiving), exhibitionism, mentioned threesome, cowgirl, dirty talk, pet names (babe), swearing.

Word count. 1.5k

A/N. Surprise post. Art by @_3aem on X.

“Smile for the camera, babe.”

You would - if you weren’t choking on his throbbing cock, tears streaming down your cheeks, throaty little gurgles muffled by his leaking tip hitting the back of your throat. 

The flashlight was blinding. 

Harsh light bouncing off your boyfriend’s half-lidded eyes, pupils blown. Chest rising and falling erratically, hungry gaze locked on the way you gag and moan around his dick. “Mmm yeah- oh fuck yeah, deeper. Milk me dry, babe. Look s’pretty on film.”

Strangled praises only spurring you to obey mindlessly, you relax your throat - shoving his pulsing dick deeper and deeper. Inch by inch. Your nose pressing into the tufts of hair on his pelvis, wet with precum and spit. Too cock-drunk to think too hard about the rustling from the screen.

Precum salty on your tongue, you flick his sensitive slit in a way that makes him throw his head back - phone unsteady in one hand, the other searing on your scalp. Breath hitching, he bobs your head in increasingly urgent movements - up, up, up. Desperate, jerky thrusts of his hips like he’s trying to fuck something delicious out for you.

Your boyfriend's knuckles are white on his phone. Deliriously, you wonder why the fuck he even bothered with the video at this point - too shaky, too impatient. 

Almost as if he could read your mind, a low whisper rings in your ear, breath hot on your face. “Don’ worry about that, babe.”, zooming in on your swollen, glossy lips. “Jus’ focus on what you’re doing like the filthy slut you are.”

Feeding off the electricity crackling in the air, you tighten the hands massaging his tight balls. Pressing right between them in the way you knew drove him crazy. 

You squeal - as much as you can with his throbbing erection lodged in your throat - nails digging into his hips as they tremble and buck into your plush mouth. “Ah! Oh fuck- Hngh- Baby, m’gonna m’gonna-”

His words turn into breathy moans, signaling the beginning of the end. With a final thrust, he explodes in thick ropes of cum that paint your mouth white. You struggle to swallow the hot spurts of seed quickly enough, coughing around his twitching cock. Cum spilling out of your bruised lips, specks splattering onto the back of his phone. 

Tears stinging your eyes, but you still refuse to break eye contact - batting your lashes innocently at him as you milk his cock for everything he’s worth.  

Chest heaving, lust-drunk words tumble out of his lips, “S’perfect. Look at her hah- look how fucking pretty she swallows my cum.” 

Words you’re slowly realizing aren’t meant for you.

Heart dropping straight to your dripping cunt, eyes widening as it strikes you - this fucker was on video call.

Now, he didn’t mean to trick you. He really did feel so awful about it - but watching the way his pretty girl’s lips stretched so sinfully around his cock - he really couldn’t bear to be stingy enough to hide it. 

Which is why, a dangerous smirk playing at the corners of his lips, he pats your hair soothingly as you sputter. “Now now. We’re not done yet. What kind of best friend would I be if I didn’t give my buddy a front row seat to you creaming on my cock?”

Humiliation mingling with something carnal inside you, you freeze in shock as an awfully familiar voice chuckles from the phone. “C’mon now, sweetheart. I bet you’ll cum faster with an audience.” 

Thighs squeezing together. Heat rushing to your cheeks. Shit. Maybe you will. 

And for all the dark confidence on your boyfriend's face, you relish in the breathless gasp escaping him as you stand. Knees stinging where you straddle his hips - still-hard cock glistening with cum and saliva, leaking onto his toned abdomen. 

Surprise flickers across his face, swiftly replaced by a predatory excitement echoed by the appreciative groan from his best friend. 

“Well, might as well put on a show, huh?”

And with that, you sink down completely onto his still-sensitive length, groaning at the feeling of him throbbing inside you, heavy balls pressing into your ass. Tears clinging to your lashes at the delicious stretch, you don’t give yourself time to adjust to his thick cock, grinding in feral, mindless motions with reckless abandon. 

One hand has a bruising grip on your hips, steadying your rhythm as he thrusts up into you at an unforgiving pace matching yours. The other, angled just right to capture your dripping, wet hole stretched so shamefully on his throbbing dick. 

“That’s right, show him that perfect view. Goddamn. Imagine how jealous he is- fucking his fist just wishing that was you.”

“Sh-shit. She jus’ got wetter. Looks s’good with her pretty pussy stuffed.” Low groans spill from his phone, making you buck \wildly into his twitching cock. 

White-hot ropes of pleasure run down your spine at the lewd squelches sounding from the speaker - your boyfriend’s best friend not even trying to hide his desperate chase for pleasure.

Balls stinging your ass at the merciless cadence, it’s all you can do to brokenly stammer out “Sh-show.”

A moment fumbling to switch the camera and you wince as the light hits your eyes. A jolt going down your body at his best friend’s disheveled state.

Greedy gaze flickering between your boyfriend - brows furrowed and bottom lip under his teeth as he focused on fucking your snug cunt - and his best friend on the screen - hungry gaze locked on you and thumb mercilessly teasing his leaking tip. Veiny hand moving up and down. Up and down up and-

“Shit, baby. You’re hah- clenching down on me so hard, like being watched, hm?” a dangerous murmur. You whine mindlessly in agreement, mixing with the relentless slapping of skin as you fuck yourself deeper and deeper onto his heated cock. 

“Hngh- M’getting so fucking hard just watching her drunk on your cock. Look s’good split open on it.”

“Yeah? She’d probably look better split open on two. Maybe we should let you join in next time. Would you like that, babe? My little cockslut?”

You jolt as you’re finally addressed as the men spoke over you as if you were nothing more than an object. A carnal, ugly part of you delighting in the way you were so used. 

“Oh god, yes.” you pant, words pulling you closer and closer to the edge, head spinning so deliriously. “Wan’ both of you. Wanna feel both of you inside me. I need it.”

Your boyfriend's eyes narrow, pupils dilated with lust as he responds, “Anything for my greedy girl. But for now…” his voice trails off, thrusting deeper into your snug cunt. 

Onscreen, his best friend groans, doubling down on the hasty hand moving along his throbbing length. “Fuck, I wish I was there.”

A hum of agreement, “C’mon now. Beg me to fill you up, slut. Make sure our lil’ friend hears how desperate you are.”

“Yes, yes, yes” you chant, lost in the haze of pleasure. “Fill me up, please. Want it dripping out of me.”

At your words, your boyfriend’s pace falters, thrusts becoming erratic and desperate as he approaches his climax - his best friend not far behind, fist flying fervently up and down his glistening length - in tandem with the ruthless cock ramming into you.

“God. Such a good little slut f’us” your boyfriend praises, voice strained with pleasure. “Cum for us, baby. Let us see how much you want it.”

And that’s all it takes for you to see stars behind your closed lids, riding out wave after wave of pleasure on your boyfriend’s twitching cock. Finally, he empties inside you with a guttural groan, filling your fluttering walls to the brim with his seed. 

So much- there was so much. Seems he was the one that adored having an audience. Though, with the way your pussy is greedily milking his cock, you can’t say you’re far behind.

Your thighs shake in pain and pleasure as his hot cum leaks out of your overfilled pussy, dripping down your legs and onto his quivering balls as he fucks into you like an animal. Over and over and-

With all the strength you can muster, you crack an eye open to glance at the screen - only to catch the heavenly sight of him losing control. Fist faltering on his throbbing erection as with a final, forceful tug he spurts thick ropes of seed. An orgasm so hard that it leaks onto his lap and reaches his chest.

The three of you chasing peak after peak. So sinfully. 

Your ears ring, vision spotty as your high finally bates. Spent, you collapse against your boyfriend’s muscled chest, heart hammering wildly against both of your ribs, and cunt still twitching in sensitivity.

Still disoriented and completely fucked out, you almost miss the low murmur from above you. Almost.

“Can’t wait till you’re here to see this in person.”

- GOJO and GETO, TOJI and SHIU, SUNA and Osamu, ATSUMU and SAKUSA, Eren and Armin

A/N. I miss when this song was everywhere.

Plagiarism not authorized. 

[lov-3-rs]

“Show me some fuckin respect”

ghost and you have been at each other’s throats all day because apparently you don’t give him “enough” respect.

He walked up closer to you having you back up into a wall and even only inches away from your face, under the mask you could hear the grinding of his teeth and feel his hot breath seething out of it.

damn you really pissed him off

“give respect get respect” you say in a tone that would most definitely get your own ass whooped by your parents.

his eyes darkened and his hand moved so fast to grab your jaw you didn’t have time to react, “I am YOUR lieutenant, YOU listen to ME and YOU will do what I say without any questions or backtalk, do YOU understand private?” you were still so caught off guard by the grip he had on your jaw you couldn’t speak and…

and.

oh fuck this turned you on.

you couldn’t help but smirk in his grip which only became tighter “Answer me now” he shook you a little causing you to come back into reality “yes sir i’m sorry it won’t happen again” you groaned, Ghost tilted his head looking at you and even with the mask on you could see he was wearing a smirk through his eyes “you like this shit? huh? you like me grabbin you like this?” you moaned nodding your head yes and squeezing your thighs together.

god this really turned you on.

Ghost slowly let go of your jaw and his deep british accent “get on your knees private” you stand taken back a little.

my knees? why would he wan-

oh

oh

You slowly get on your knees still looking up at him, “go on then show me how sorry you really are” your heart is beating so fast right now “sir are we even allow-“ ghost grabs the back of head grabbing a handful of hair and forcing you to look up at him fully “what the fuck did i just say about questioning what i tell you?” you can feel yourself dripping through your fucking pants by now “not to do it” he loosens the grip on your hair “look at you listening for once” you tilt your head back down to the massive bulge in his pants that’s in desperate need for attention and release, you unzip his pants for his fat cock to slip out.

will this even fit in your mouth?

His dick is hard and veiny with pre cum leaking out of it, you grab the base of his shaft and start stroking it while you put your mouth on his pink tip and lick up the pre cum “Fuckin hell” his grip on your hair gets tighter once again as he pushes your head further down his cock “Fuckin look at ya, you’re a fuckin minx” drool was dripping from your chin down your neck and on his cock, you could feel the tears running down your face from the gagging you were doing, Ghost groaned and face fucked you till your lips were nice a swollen “sh-shit i’m gonna fuck that little hole of yours after I cum in this bratty fuckin mouth you got” your jaw was sore and your panties were soaked but you kept sucking and swirling your tongue around his dick “shit i’m gonna cum” he pushed your head all the way down to the bottom of his cock and painted your throat with his warm cum, after a couple of second sitting like that you finally pushed yourself back so you could finally breath. You were a mess with your hair knotted, drool and tears streaming down your face but god he loved it, Ghost zipped himself up kneeled down to you “come on It’s my turn to show you how sorry I am”.

and oh boy.

did he have a way of showing it.

[leaentries]

desperate | luke hughes

summary: luke’s girl has never had someone go down on her and he’d be damned if he didn’t change that

i believe this was a request but has been in my drafts for months...oops

warnings: smut, oral (f. receiving), teasing, begging, swearing

“Fuck, Luke.” You moaned into his lips. His hands gripped your thighs, perched on either side of his lap. You tugged at his thick curls as he trailed his lips down your jaw. He placed hot, wet kisses, making sure to leave a mark. 

Luke’s hands traveled up your legs, grasping at your hips. He pulled you further into him, the feeling of his throbbing cock pressed against your core. His lips continued their assault downward, sucking between the valley of your breasts. 

You tightly grabbed Luke’s broad shoulders, nails leaving angry red crescents in their wake. His light groans echoed in your ears. He began to work his way back up, dragging his tongue up the column of your neck. Luke pulled away to meet your blown-out eyes with his own. His chest was heaving with anticipation. 

“I want to go down on you.” He blurted. Your eyes widened in shock, but the surprise was soon replaced with the timid batting of your lashes. Luke took note of the flush that covered your cheeks and ears. You swallowed thickly. 

“I’ve, uh, I’ve never had someone go down on me.” You hushed out quickly. It was now Luke’s turn to be shocked. His eyebrows furrowed. 

“So you’re telling me no one has ever made you cum on their tongue before?”  His crude words made your skin ignite with new desire. Fantasies of Luke’s tongue deep in your cunt flashed through your mind. Your breath picked up, which did not go unnoticed by Luke.

A comforting smile made home on his swollen lips, “I promise I’ll take good care of you, baby. I just want to taste you, I bet you taste like fucking candy.” Luke swiftly flipped you over, laying you down gently. 

Sensing the uncertainty in your eyes, Luke reached to lock your fingers with his. “We don’t have to do anything, angel. Not if you aren’t comfortable.”  You shook your head. 

“No, I want to. I-I’m just a bit nervous, that's all.” Luke placed a long, reassuring kiss on your lips. 

“Okay, but if you want me to stop, tell me immediately.” He gave you a slight stare, before quickly removing his shirt. You just nodded in response, mouth going dry at the sight of his toned abdomen. You reached up to drag your hand over the ripples of hard muscle, taking note of every freckle and mark he had. 

Luke’s heavy-lidded eyes bore into your own, an unknown flame dancing within the dark pools. He let his fingertips graze from your breasts down, goosebumps rising through each pass. Your hands gripped the sheets by your sides as he reached your panties. 

He hooked his fingers through them, slowly slipping them down your legs. He didn’t fail to let his hands drag along the naked skin, sending volts straight to your core. After drawing your feet through, he placed a chaste kiss to the top of each ankle, marking his ascent up your calves. 

Luke’s lips dragged teasingly up your thighs, which began to clench out of desperation. 

“No, no, angel. Gotta keep those pretty thighs open for me.” He sucked in a harsh breath as you obeyed his demand, eyes glued to your glistening core.

 “Fuck me.” You heard him growl lowly, “Such a pretty pussy, all wet for me.” 

His words sent waves of electricity through your entire body. Your weeping hole pulsated at the lack of attention, wanting nothing more than Luke to bury his tongue deep inside. Your hips bucked pathetically, begging Luke to help. 

“Please, Lukey. I need you so bad.” You whined, becoming restless at his hands that traveled in dangerous patterns around where you needed him most. 

He took his lip between his teeth, burying a deep groan that threatened to escape his throat. The sounds of your whimpers making his cock twitch against his shorts. 

“Why don’t you ask me nicely, angel. Tell me what you want.” He lowered his face to your dripping core, as more whines left your mouth.

“Please, please Luke! I, fuck,” you panted, “I need your tongue inside me.”

“See? Now that wasn’t so hard.” Luke wasted no time before attaching his lips to your swollen clit. Your back arched as searing pleasure plagued your mind.

“Shit! Lukey,” Almost pornographic moans left your body as you became unable to control your voice.

The sound of Luke’s mouth slurping at your aching cunt filled the room. His tounge danced in circles around your slit, sucking with just the right amount of pressure to drive you insane.

Your eyes rolled back as you brought your hands to Luke’s hair, gripping onto the curls for some grounding. His hands wrapped around your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer. His tongue brutally plunged in and out of your entrance.

Your slick pooled around his mouth, causing him to move with ease. Your hips moved of their own accord, grinding into his mouth, helping to ride his tongue.

Luke lifted for a moment, chin covered in arousal. His darkened eyes met yours in a heated match, before he returned his swollen, damp lips to your puffy clit.

Fire swelled in your lower belly, signaling the build of your impending orgasm. You dug your heels into Luke’s lower back as you trapped him between your legs.

Luke reached up with his right hand to intertwine it with your own.

Teetering on the edge, your cunt spasmed around him.

“Gonna cum for me, angel?” He looked up, gazing through his lashes while continuing his abuse to your clit, “Make a mess on my face, pretty girl. I know you can.”

The vibrations of his words were just enough to tip you over. The grip you had on his hand got tighter as your hips arched into his face. White-hot pleasure blinded your senses. Your ears rung as you felt your climax hit you.

Your eyes rolled back once more as your body twitched with orgasmic bliss. Luke continued to devour your cunt until you began to whine from overstimulation.

He pulled back, panting as he sat on his feet. Luke rested his hands on your knees, rubbing soothing circles into your, now sore, legs.

“You’re okay, angel.” He moved around to lay next to you, “Come back to me, baby.” Luke cradled your body, placing sweet kisses on your head until you came down from your high.

As your breath began to even out, you could only say one thing, “Holy fuck.”

[flowerandblood]

Experience (Oneshot)

[ canon • Aemond x little sister • female ]

[ warnings: incest obviously, sex content, smut, sexual tension, love obsession, mention of engagement ]

[ description: After Aemond discovers that his beloved younger sister has always reciprocated his feelings, he shows her how she can bring him relief, just as he did for her. It turns out that the new experience is groundbreaking for both of them, and he, as the older brother, is going to show her exactly how she can give him pleasure. ]

Part 2 of the Appearances, can be read as standalone story.

My other works: Masterlist

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After what happened that evening in his chamber, he forced his mother to make the announcement of their betrothal. Despite her resistance, he made it clear to her that he would only marry her and no one else and would personally cut the throat of any man who would try to touch her.

After receiving their father's blessing, the matter was a foregone conclusion and a date was set for their wedding, which, to his despair, was quite far away.

Six months seemed a frightening infinity to him, even more so after she had given him the pleasure he had dreamed of for years.

"Don't be afraid, hāedar (little sister)." He murmured, directing her small hand under the loosened material of his breeches, his manhood swollen and throbbing – having brought her to fulfilment with just the touch of his fingers he felt the tension in his loins from which he felt his length would explode.

She squealed softly as the soft movement of his hand tightened her fingers on his thick, long cock – he groaned low feeling how delicate and smooth her skin was compared to his.

The thought that she was touching him in such an intimate place, reserved only for his wife, made it quiver in her grasp.

"− easy −" He gasped, seeing the blush of embarrassment on her beautiful cheeks, her plump, puffy lips parted slightly in a drawn-out breath of surprise.

The thought that this was the first time she had touched a man in this place, the first time she had felt his length and how much he craved her drove him mad.

"− is it always − so big? −" She mumbled quietly, clearly terrified at the realisation that according to her understanding this was what she was supposed to fit deep inside her during their wedding night.

He licked his lips dry with desire, breathing loudly, directing the strokes of her hand so that her fingers clenched around his manhood moving up to the very pink, fat head and all the way down to its base.

"− no −" He whispered, involuntarily rocking his hips to the rhythm of her hand – she gasped, surprised, watching what she was doing with wide eyes, feeling how hard it throbbed in her grasp, its pink tip wet with his own moisture. "− it gets like this when I think of you, dōna rūklon (sweet flower) −"

He saw that she felt what he had said deep inside her, her thighs lying on his lap clenched involuntarily, a sweet, surprised moan escaped her lips – he saw her nipples, hard with desire, peeking through the thin material of her gown.

"− why? −" She asked in a whisper; he sighed loudly and squeezed his eyes shut as she suddenly sped up her pace, feeling the wonderful heat and tension filling his lower abdomen, a low groan of pleasure escaped his throat.

Her innocent curiosity aroused him even more.

"− because I desire you − and when a man desires a woman, it gets swollen and hard − until he is relieved −" He muttered, looking up at her with his lips parted in a loud breath – he groaned in surprise when he felt her grip become firmer, as if she already knew what he needed, his heart pounded like crazy. He tilted his head back, clamping his hand on her wrist, forcing her to slow down.

"− no − I don't want to come yet −" He exhaled and sighed low, surprised by his reactions, by the way his cock twitched and throbbed every time she squeezed its root.

He thought with awe that what was happening to his body gave her the distinct feeling that he surely loved her dearly and passionately.

"− does it feel good, lēkia (big brother)? −" She asked in a voice trembling with pleasure; he stifled the sounds that pressed against his throat, panting loudly, with desperate rocking of his hips responding to the caresses of her wonderfully soft hand.

"− very − very, very good − fuck, little one −" He mumbled out, with the movement of his hand making her speed up, feeling that he was already so wonderfully close to relief.

She did it with such eagerness that he involuntarily groaned loudly, panting hard, feeling his heart pounding like mad as the fingers of her free hand tightened in his hair, as her soft, wet, swollen lips clung to his in a sticky, hot kiss, her tongue forced its way deep into his throat, her hand giving him a few more sure, quick strokes.

"− fuck, fuck, fuckkk −" He gasped out, feeling his manhood begin to pulsate aggressively in her hand – a wave of stupefying pleasure surged through his body as, with a low moan of relief, his seed spilled onto the material of her gown. She bounced up on his lap, frightened, looking down quickly and he snuggled his nose into her neck, embarrassed, breathing hard.

"− forgive me − oh gods, my sweetest −" He muttered, breathing loudly, not believing how wonderful the experience was, how long he had dreamed of her touching him like this, his hips moving in the rhythm of her fingers for a moment longer.

"− are you disgusted with me? −" He asked in a trembling voice, letting go of her hand, their fingers all sticky with his pearly spend. He heard her swallow loudly, her free hand gently stroking his long, white hair.

"− n-no − just − our mother never told me about such…sensations −" She mumbled with sweet embarrassment, from which his lips, swollen with desire, involuntarily placed a lingering, hot, moist kiss on her neck.

"− hmm −" He murmured, running the tip of his nose over her warm, smooth skin. "− we should wash our hands, sweet sister −"

She let him clean her fingers in a bowl filled with clove and lavender water – he could feel her watching him as he reverently and adoringly washed her hands with his own, so fine, silky to the touch.

"− do you love me, brother? −" She asked quietly, looking up at him from above her long, dark lashes – he murmured under his breath, looking at her with serenity.

"− I love Helaena and our mother − you I adore −" He explained in a soft, low voice, wanting her to understand that although he also pursued the other women in his family with affection, what he felt towards her was special.

He saw how a blush and a sweet smile lit up her face at his words – she lowered her gaze humbly and he thought that he felt like devouring her, ripping everything off of her, caressing her all night.

Soon, he thought.

Soon.

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[toreigh]

Sloppy I peso pluma x novia!reader

summary: Spanish speaking with no translation. You go to his show, teasing him before it starts. what can you say, you couldn’t resist. Part 2 for after the show maybe?

pairings: peso pluma x novia!reader

word count: 1,004

warnings/notes: SMUT! cursing, spitting, choking, swallowing, oral!male reciving Pesito is obsessed with you, but what’s new?

feel free to send any requests to my inbox, if you enjoyed I would love more ideas or tropes lovelys.

“Mi amorrr.” You said coming up behind him while he stood in the mirror fixing his chain. He had just came back from sound check.

“Sí que paso?” He asked cautiously.

“Nada pero, I just.. you looked really good out there.” You said locking eyes with him through the mirror.

“Sí?” He replied.

“Sí.” You replied back giving him those eyes through the mirror.

He turned around looking down at you, and leaned into kiss you slowly. One thing about him, he loved praise. You tilted his head back starting to kiss his neck. You didn’t leave marks though. Not yet.

“Y/nnn. Estas siendo mala.” He said feeling himself get hard through his shorts.

"Lo siento bebe, do you want me to stop?" You said pulling away for a moment.

"No, pero someone could see us. You know that." He said looking at you with daring eyes.

You leaned in, speaking into his ear, "Then let them see bebe."

You sunk to your knees feeling him through his shorts you looked up at him. Sort of a silent consent, he shook his head yes. And you didn't need to be told twice.

You pulled the shorts and underwear down in one. You kissed the tip looking up at him. You slowly put him in your mouth, as his face twisted in pleasure. He was very sensitive and responsive so it was always fun.

He was so swollen he was almost purple, and the lipstick marks on him was a delightful sight. You gave your mouth a rest and worked him with your hands, spreading the slickness all over his dick before jerking him off.

Hassan breathed in a shaky gasp as you flicked your tongue along the most sensitive place on the underside of his head.

"A la verga," he swore.

His phone buzzed with a series of texts.

You gave him a wry look, wrapping your lips around just the tip, and to your surprise, he seemed not to have even noticed his phone. Which was good. You knew your were working him to his limit, which is why you didn't have much time.

"Slow down, amor." he said, his jaw clenched.

Nunca. You smirked around his cock and didn't slow down one bit. He seemed to lose the words to ask you again to slow down.

"Y/n," Hassan moaned --a panicked warning.

You hollowed your cheeks and sucked as you bobbed on him, just the way he liked it. Just the way you knew would make him start falling apart. It was working. Hassan's back arched and his breaths grew shallow and strained. Between your lips, you could feel him swell.

"Y/n, por favor," he gasped, and you raised an eyebrow at the pretty word from his lips. Please.

It was time you pulled that perfect trick out from your sleeve. You brought your hands to his slutty waist and pulled his hips toward you all the way. His cock hit the soft, warm place at the back of your throat. You breathed in and out with steady, calm breaths through your nose.

"No puedo...Y/n, -fuuuuuuck!"

You took all of him, every inch. His cock slid down the back of your throat.

Through your watery eyes, you looked up at him and saw the disoriented astonishment on his face. And oh, how you wished you could capture the disoriented astonishment on his face in my memory forever. He looked as if he'd never experienced anything like this, ever.

You liked the way it felt, Hassan filling your throat like this, spit dribbling down your chin- not to mention his reaction. Relaxing your throat as much as possible, your lips hit the base of Hassan's dick, the tip of your nose poking his pelvis. He gasped out, a choked sound.

You swallowed around him, the muscles of your throat contracting. You knew he could feel everything.

"Y/n," he nearly sobbed your name out. His voice was so weak, almost broken. You'd broken him.

"Yo... por favor no pares..."

And you didn't stop.

Hassan whole body went rigid and his hips stuttered. You held him steady as his cock pulsed, and with one loud moan, he couldn't stop himself. He went over the edge. He didn’t care who heard in this moment. You pulled out a bit and braced yourself. His knees nearly giving out, Hassan arched into you and released the tension in his body. You felt his whole cock surge and pulse as he came down your throat in thick, hot spurts.

You swallowed everything.

As you slowly slid yourself off his cock, gasping for breath, spit covering your mouth, Hassan nearly lost his balance. He leaned against the counter next to him, still panting, still unable to say anything. You wiped your mouth in satisfying action.

You pulled up his shorts up, standing back up. He looked at you in awe. You swollen lips and beautiful eyes.

"¿Cómo lo hice?" You asked breaking the silence.

"So good, mi amor." He said leaning in for a kiss. His spanish accent when he spoke english made you want to do unspeakable things. He pulled back giving you that devastating smile.

After a long moment of eye contact. "I need to go clean up, unless you want me showing up looking like I just deepthroated your cock." He jolted in surprise at your words.

"You're going to pay for this later," he said, but it was more of a stammer than a warning.

You smiled through your eyelashes, rubbing at your bottom lip absentmindedly. And then you turned away from Hassan, letting your hips sway as you ambled in the direction of the vanity.

[metranart]

Mitsuya Takashi x Reader (Tokyo Revengers)(Shameless smut)(PART 2)

LINK TO PART 1 HERE! - Warning tag: nsfw, possessive!Mitsuya, naive!reader, first time sucking cock, teenage hormones ragging, cock-drunk!reader, pet names, unprotected blowjob, praise, creampie, out in the open, cumplay, sloppy blowjob, love confessions , teenage craves, hormonal minds out of control, cum swallowing, face fucking, heavy teasing, Mitsuya being cute little fucker.

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Takashi Mitsuya wasn't lying when he reminded you that he was a dangerous gang member, as no other boy his age would look so intimidatingly dangerous from the ground.

You don't know when he put you on your knees, nor when he took his cock out, the only thing you know is that now he prodded your closed lips, smearing the swollen head against the cold flesh, precum coating it like a lipstick before ordering.

“Open up,” Mitsuya commanded with the little patience you had left him and you being the instigator that he loved, obeyed.

You didn't know why you pushed him over the edge so hard, but you just couldn't stop, not when he looked so frustrated and stupidly handsome when he was flustered.

You looked at him from your kneeling position with eyes full of defiance and feigned innocence and it made him loose the little control he had left. Fuck! The boy thought, fucking hell! He cursed under his breath, he loved you so much that he could cum on your pretty face right then and there, but he held back. You wanted milk, he would give you milk.

Smirking dangerously calm, his fingers caressed your face making you lean into his touch like a purring kitten, and without warning, he pinched your nose, restricting the air. Your eyes widened at his sly move, and he just smiled when you instinctively opened your mouth. 

Your cheeks turned impossibly red at the act that you had already seen him use against his little sisters when they didn't want to eat... the context was totally different but still, it moistened your pussy making the fabric of your panties stick at how enticing you found it.

“There we go,” you heard him moan huskily as he shoved that huge piece of raw, palpitating meat down your frozen throat. “That’s it, kitten.” He purred, eyes shutting close as he bottomed down, kissing the back of your throat, “—nice and full, ngh.... want me to thrust or you think you had enough, babygirl?” 

The lilac haired boy was just showing a display of power, he loved you and would never, EVER hurt you, but you do need to know he wasn't someone to tease, he wasn't all honey, he was dangerous. He was a violent gang member, not just a talented seamstress…. but you weren't just an innocent kitten either.

Your arms hugged his thighs to his immense surprise, and your nose nuzzled against his pubic hair, swallowing him even deeper. Mitsuya had to swallow hard, ironically.

Your pretty, watery eyes looked up, lips impossibly stretched, and cheeks hollowed as your hands linked into a knot behind him. Without losing eye contact, you slid his thick, long cock out of your mouth, saliva painting every inch until your lips kissed the head. 

“When I asked you to use me, I was talking to the gang member, honey,” you teased openly, ignoring the tears falling on either side of your cheeks, “do you think he can fuck my mouth before the bell rings?”

It was an open challenge, and as a member of the Toman, Mitsuya was used to answer and emerging victorious. 

“My beautiful, wonderful, naive little girlfriend,” tsked the eager gang member, “—I suggest you breathe through your nose.”

And without further ado, his firm hands on either side of your face pulled you again to swallow it, this time you only got halfway before you started choking, which this time Mitsuya ignored.

He began to fuck your mouth as you had asked, pounding those narrow hips against your face, a delicious back and forth that only became more exciting when his heavy balls hit your chin, gaging sounds echoed around the deserted and hidden playground, saliva falling down your chin as you struggled to keep it inside your mouth, your jaw would no doubt hurt afterwards.

“That's it,” Mitsuya praised holy driven, taking his cock out just for a couple of seconds to give you a small break, he palmed the phallic flesh, prodding hard at your tongue to get your mouth to water more for him.

“Look-” he pointed his thumb back through his shoulder. “There’s a slide there, do you want me to sit on it?”

Your loving and caring boyfriend didn't want your knees to suffer and in that position he would definitely take longer to come, lying on the slide he would have better access and control of your head.

You all but moaned before nodding your head. “God that’s so cute-” your boyfriend purred with a loving smile and then pulled you up into his arms to carry you to the slide, where he sat and place you on top of his lap. 

“Ain’t you just the sweetest thing to ever sit on my lap?” He said more to himself, even so, staring straight into your eyes, strong palms doing the gentlest of massages along the shape of your jaw, easing the pain away with every careful motion of his working thumbs. 

“Mhm, yes, she definitely is.” He agreed to himself flippantly, leaning to kiss your heaving lips heatedly, his tongue tasting himself and the ice pop in a mix of new flavors that only serve to roughen him up, making him feral again. 

“Enough pampering for the princess, back to work, sweet thing.” Obeying like the good girlfriend you aimed to be, you climb down from his lap, and cuddled between his spread thighs. Yes, in that position you were comfier, so thoughtful of him. Nestling his cock back into your mouth, let him palm your skull with both hands to use your throat as his own personal fleshlight. 

“Fuck- that’s good.” He snarled, deep and husky, watching his progress as he thrusted into your throat- nice and lax thanks to your eagerness to please him. Your hazy, now watery eyes stared endearingly forward, right up at his cock while Mitsuya fucked your face. Your boy studying your pretty, teary and flushed face with a pleased hum. “I think my girl has sucked dick before.”

“Hm?” you questioned; an eyebrow raised.

“-If I dip my fingers inside your pussy how wet would they come out, pretty?” You kept bobbing your head up and down his shaft, openly ignoring his accusation with a blunt shrug of your shoulders, making him laugh heartedly. 

“Well hot damn.” Mitsuya spelled between chuckles, pulling your face up to nestle into his lilac pubic hair. “Won’t have to train you too much then, yeah sweetheart?”

He said, before shoving his cock down your throat at a steady pace. "That's better." The gang member hummed as he kept thrusting down your cold throat, fucking the back of your mouth. “Fuck! The mix of cold and warm inside your mouth is something else-,” you choked around his length, closing your eyes- trying to concentrate. 

There was no way to close your lips around him as he shoved into your gag-reflex, making you drool over yourself. 

"Swallow, (Y/N)." He commanded, and you did so, swallowing around him, which in turn made him groan. The heat of his body grew, and he quickly began to open his shirt because when felt that it was suffocating him, your small hands without hesitation climbed up his thighs, up, up until reached his toned stomach, where you traced each sinful muscle with special interest, scratching and tracing the soft skin until there were little red lines as a devastating proof of your need for him.

You hiccupped, blinking back tears as the burning in your throat began to sting. Shakily, you held up your hand- and Mitsuya had the courtesy to pull back and allow you to rest. You could feel the pressure build- your gag reflex going crazy- Mitsuya pulled out of your mouth entirely, gently grabbing you head by the hair and wrenching your face up.

"What does my little cocksucker needs?” he grunted, landing his thick thumb on your dripping lower lip, “Does my princess had enough?" Mitsuya smirked, one of those dangerous smirks of his. "Nah!" she can take it...."

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Joel back home…after seeing Pin in the jeans. Spicy/crack pls!

Buck

Seams sleepover micro drabble request | 490 words | warnings: explicit masturbation (m) and cumshot | immediately follows Part III: Edgestitch, but can be read independently of the series

Joel stares at the ceiling, which is nothing new. He’s spent many sleepless nights in the exact same position.

What is new is the raging hard on rudely jutting out between his thighs.

It’s hours after the party, hours after he had his first taste of you in his brother’s house. His erection bobs against his stomach when he recalls the soft give of your lips on his, the way his damn breath caught in his throat. He’d wanted to do so much more, with his hands, with his mouth -

A scratchy groan grates in his windpipe, and Joel swipes a hand over his tired eyes, but it doesn’t erase you from his mind. Your wide eyes, the cream cheese on your neck, fuck, why didn’t he just lick it clean off your skin? Suck it right off your throat?

He wants to hear you gasp when his lips land on the side of your neck. Wants to lave your racing pulse point with his tongue. Wants to feel you shudder when he kisses his way down to your collarbone and lower. Much, much lower.

He thinks about the jeans you wore for him. Your playful retort that it was the only thing you didn’t have in the wash, which turned him on probably more than anything else. He lets his mind linger over how the denim clung to your hips, how they felt between his palms when he held you in place. How he wanted to reach down and squeeze the swell of your ass, wanted you to rub against him and feel how hard he was for you -

Joel arches off the bed at the thought, his cock leaking needily into his boxers.

Shoving them down his hips, he groans when his hand wraps around his throbbing length, hissing at the unfamiliar contact - fuck how long has it been since he’s touched himself - eyes screwed shut at the bursts of sensation that threaten to knock him out. It’s been too long, he’s too wound up. He’s barely touching himself, it’s too much, but still his hips buck upwards, erratically, chasing friction. 

Seared on the back of his eyelids is you, looking up at him through hooded eyes, lips swollen and breath short, wanting him - him! - so openly and honestly -

If he had the presence of mind, he’d be embarrassed that he’s already cumming, a painful whimper caught in his throat as he bites down hard on his bottom lip, needing to be quiet in the dead of night.

It feels like his stomach is caving in, ribs collapsing, as he spurts thick and white all over himself. Sticky tendrils web between his fingers, sweat on his sternum quickly cooling in the midnight air and soaking the mattress under his back, the smell of his cum thick with every panting breath.

Turning his face into the pillow, he burrows into the softness - wishing it was you he was curling into.

Notes: Thank you @thatesqcrush for this request, I'm sorry it took so long to get to, life got in the way, as usual! I think this is my first time writing a scene like this, and I had a blast ❤️

[caustinen]

clegan drabble 💞📑⚖️

— secret relationship / lawyer au

Gale is deep in thought, staring at the papers in his hand with a slight frown. He doesn’t look up when someone knocks on his open office door — mainly because he can tell it’s Bucky without having to check. It’s evident by — well, everything, the rhythm of his steps when they approached, the way the air smells of smugness and his favorite cologne, and the firmness in which he knocked.

Fair enough, the footsteps continue further without waiting for invitation. Gale puffs out a breath, gesturing with his occupied hands, still not looking up. ”I know we’re supposed to be having dinner right now but I just got the new evidence on the Hausmann case this afternoon and- Mpfh!”

He’s very rudely interrupted by a pair of insistent lips pressing to his. Bucky isn’t bothered by him not being ready for it in the slightest, just pulls him close by the waist — which is not tiny by the way, no matter what Bucky keeps insisting every time he grabs it in bed — and bites into the lush lips with his own with a passion that suggests it would’ve been quite a while longer than a couple of hours since he last did it.

Gale surrenders to the antics like it was a natural disaster — why fight what is inevitable? — but when John snatches the papers from his hands and throws them carelessly to the table behind himself Gale makes a protesting sound and presses his newly freed hands to his chest in mild protest.

”John,” he whines and the smirk on Bucky’s face makes him want to punch him almost as much as he wants to kiss is again, ”what are you-” ”The damn new copying machine jammed again, and I figured the only way I wouldn’t kick it was if I could jam my tongue to the back of your throat in turn.”

Gale looks at him blankly. ”That’s. Not-” ”I would of course prefer to destroy it by having you over it so hard that they’d have to buy a new one. We could really help the whole office with one easy, selfless act, doll.”

Gale scoffs but he knows Bucky can tell he’s fighting a smile. The second kiss is more gentle but still quite too intense for a work environment. Bucky has one hand around Gale’s waist and the other on his cheek, Gale’s are resting lazily on his hips as they indulge in each other, breathe quietly in their lovers lips and enjoy the forbidden bliss of doing this at work — it feels more meaningful than it is, really, like they’re not only breaking the rules of their office but also the deeper system it is embedded to; pleasure at work fights with the ideals of capitalism themselves, Gale would probably muse if he wasn’t so damn busy not thinking about anything but how lovely it is to kiss someone you love. He pushes John gently towards the table behind him and exhales as he bites his lowelip when John pulls him against his spread legs.

He needs to catch his breath though, and that’s when he realizes they are not even as thinly veiled as he would have hoped. ”You left the door open,” he says, trying to push him farther so the pose wouldn’t be so damning, ”my secretary-” ”I sent him away,” John says, uninterested, and tries to pull Gale closer by his tie. The younger doesn’t budge, though, but rather lifts a hand to his own lips and then looks at the fingers as if he could from there see how swollen, how incriminating, the scene they make looks.

”Anyone could walk in.” John groans and bites the air between them, running his hands down Gale’s sides. ”Don’t get me more excited than I already am, damn, sweetheart.” ”Oh for fuck’s sake-”

Bucky kisses him again to silence him, and despite a weak fight Gale allows it well enough. After, when Bucky pulls away, he takes Gale’s face between his palms and makes him look into his eyes.

”Baby. Everyone else left like an hour ago. It’s 8pm. You work too much. Time to call it a night.”

Gale stares at him, blinking a couple of times before slowly checking his watch and realizing John is not joking. He really has been at the office for more than 13 hours. Oops.

”I…” ”Save it, cowboy,” Bucky says with the easiness that Gale so loves about him as he stands up straight and takes Gale’s jacket from the chair. ”I love how much you care. I also love that I get to be the one who tells you when you’re an idiot workaholic and need to go home for a bit so you can be an idiot workaholic tomorrow too.” Gale sighs dramatically but does put on the coat Bucky is holding up for him.

”Well,” he says sheepishly as Bucky drags him out of the office by the hand and stops to lock the door, ”I can’t cook anything nice to apologize at home but maybe I can think of something else to reward such patience for my crime of attempting to serve justice.”

Bucky chukles, leaning up from the lock and and taking Gale’s hand to his. ”That copying machine gets to live one more day then,” he says and kisses Gale’s knuckles. Gale tries to swat him but he dodges. They’re both giggling and Gale knows he must be too tired when he’s this careless at the office but to be fair it is late and everyone truly is home. He dares one more kiss when they wait for the elevator.

People at their office don’t need to know about his personal life. They don’t need to know he’s fucking his boss. They don’t need to know that it’s been going on for years but it wasn’t until yesterday when Bucky had taken him into a fancy restaurant and told him he loves him and wants to be more than friends who have sex sometimes (quite frequently lately) (and exclusively) but still, he wants to be even more than that. They don’t need to know Gale’s heart had bursted in the moment when his deepest, most hidden dream had come true, and butterflies don’t even begin to explain the sensations those words set in motion. They don’t need to know he and Bucky made love all night, that he fell asleep in Bucky’s bed, and that he plans on doing that again tonight.

He looks at Bucky and feels a fondness that’s almost like pain as it stretches over the places in him that used to be longing and achiching. He looks down shyly before raising his eyes again, kissing Bucky’s knuckles in turn.

”My place or yours?”

[erodasfishtacos]

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YN was too kind.

She knew that.

It’s why she became a nurse, to help others in their time of need, and that’s exactly what she did in the emergency department of her local hospital.

When she was walking down a back alley one night (she knew it wasn’t safe but it was such a quicker shortcut after a thirteen hour shift she couldn’t ignore it even if it was one in the morning).

YN’s half-asleep on her feet when she runs into quite the scene, a man who has to be around her age was dressed in dark jeans and a black tee shirt.

There was blood dripping from his jaw and his bottom lip was swollen up, already bruising under the drying blood.

He had just tossed something into the dumpster before slamming the lid shut with a deafening echo and despite the warning signals, YN can’t ignore him.

“Oh my goodness. You’re bleeding, sir,” YN jumps into nurse mode, hurrying up to him and without permission, tilting his head gently to the side.

The man narrows his eyes at her, clearly taken aback, and takes three big steps away from her reach towards the opposite building.

He makes a show of spitting out a mouthful of blood onto the pavement before wiping his mouth crudely with the back of his hand.

His voice was deep and scratchy, it matched his appearance, his accent thick and rough, “M’fucking fine. Back off and mind your own god damn business.”

YN is used to fiesty patients, it doesn’t phase her much as she examines him from afar now, “I’m a nurse.”

The man sneers at her, “Surprisingly, I’m not fucking blind. I don’t want your help. Run the fuck along now, little miss hero.”

YN glances down, still in her scrubs, of course he would see she’s a nurse, and distraught at this man refusing help.

She’s tired, she’s overworked, and the fact that she knows she’ll perseverate on this if he doesn’t let her help makes her choke out a frustrated sniffle.

The brunette man, with a scowl of impatience scoffs of disbelief, “Are you really about to fuckin’ cry?”

“I jus-just want to help. I lost tw-two patients today and couldn’t-couldn’t save them,” YN begins to tear up now, wiping her eyes, it was always a hard day when she lost patients.

Two today.

An older woman with a heart attack.

A teen in a car accident.

“Fucks sake,” The bloody man groans under his breath, his eyes darting up and down the alleyway, “You’re going to cause a scene over this, aren’t you? I don’t have bloody time for this.”

He stomps towards her which makes her freeze but he stands in front of her with a agitated flick of his hand, “If you’re going to do your nurse shit, do it! I don’t have god damn time for your cry baby act. Of course, I get my plans ruined.”

YN obviously doesn’t know what he’s talking about but he seems like he has places to be and she’s holding him up.

Where on earth could he go with his face looking like that anyways?

“I-I don’t have anything with me,” YN stutters after a moment, this man was intimidating as he had major height advantage, he appeared lean but his muscle definition proved he was strong.

“Okay, then see ya’,” He grunts lowly, moving to turn on his heel but YN grabs his wrist without thinking to stop him.

“My-uh, my apartment,” YN’s throat is dry, what the fuck is she doing, “I have the stuff at my apartment up the street.”

“Did your parents never teach you stranger danger? Inviting a man you’ve never met, bleeding, up to your apartment?” He asks with an eyebrow raise, wiping his continuous bleeding wound with his shirt, flashing a sliver of his carved abdominal muscles.

“You need help,” YN replies unsurely, her behaviors are so uncharacteristic but she felt drawn to help this stranger.

A small group of people pass the corridor of the alleyway, with laughs and drunk words, and the man she’s standing with perks up at high alert.

“Fuck,” He hisses angrily, that seemed to be his favorite word, yanking his hand out of her grip and muttering so softly YN doesn’t know whether she heard him right, “gonna get me caught.”

“Stand over there and turn around,” The man demands sharply, YN wasn’t used to being talked to that way but she finds herself walking towards the edge of the alley and turning away.

YN hears rustling, the dumpster being open and closed again, and a few unidentifiable noises before she hears his footsteps approaching.

His hand on her shoulder is tight as he spins her around, “If I let you fix me up, will you leave me the fuck alone and more importantly, never mention this to anyone?”

YN’s brow furrows, “Why can’t I tell-“ The man hisses in agitation, fingers digging into her skin more has harshly, “Answer me.”

It’s the first time that chills are sent down her spine at his gritted words, everything in her is screaming to run, her fight or flight triggered.

“I-I won’t tell,” YN agrees breathlessly, skin tingling when he lets go and pushes her forward, not aggressively but enough that she stumbles.

“Then move already,” He orders and when she tries to turn around to look at him, his hand comes to her neck, keeping her facing forward.

Whatever he was doing in that alley, he really didn’t want her to see, and he didn’t seem like he was open to answering questions.

YN keeps trying to justify why she’s letting a bleeding, angry man into her home as she shakily unlocks the door.

[stxrshxpxd]

“that’s my girl!” part 4

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pairing: dr house x reader

word count: 1k

prompt: it seems house can’t go very long without getting his hands on the reader and she is starting to wonder what’s going on between them

“This looks like a mild case of mono to me,” I said with a warm smile to ease the worry of my patient. I dropped my hands from the swollen lymph nodes in his neck and pulled my rubber gloves off as I wheeled my chair away from him. I went to speak again but was interrupted by the door swinging open. I turned around quickly to find House leaning against the door frame.

“I need you,” he said.

“I’m busy.”

I turned back around to face my patient, but House refused to leave of course.

“Sore throat? Pulled muscle? Scraped knee?” he asked belittling.

“House.”

“I need you,” he echoed.

“You said.”

“Emergency consult.”

I took a deep breath which I sighed out, and decided to quickly finish up with my patient. I knew there was no consult but I also knew he wouldn’t ever back down.

“The symptoms should be going away on their own in a few weeks. Just make sure to get as much rest as you can and drink lots of water. But if you’re not getting better by the end of next week, don’t hesitate to call. Thank you for coming in. Now, excuse me, I have to assist Dr House here.”

At last House got what he wanted when I followed him out into the hall and walked with him.

“Are you asking patients to call you now? That’s a bit desperate. I didn’t think he would be your type.”

“You’re exhausting,” I breathed.

“See, I thought your type was a bit more intelligent and charming. Maybe with a limp-”

“You obviously don’t need me for a consult,” I cut him off, trying to get to the bottom of what he wanted from me, while I still walked with him down the hall.

“Now if I so obviously don’t need you for a consult, why did you follow me?”

“I would much rather just aimlessly walk with you than do my interesting, fulfilling job,” I said sarcastically.

“It’s funny how you’re using that silly tone while telling the truth,” House said and steered us to my right. I rolled my eyes excessively but couldn’t think of what to say. House smirked at me.

“My patient,” House began again and opened the door to the next exam room, back first. “25 year old female, bratty, hot for her boss and in denial. What would you say that is? Daddy issues?”

“I have actual patients waiting in the clinic,” I informed him and went to turn around but House caught my waist with his large hand and kept me from moving.

“I dare you to look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want my hands on you,” he muttered with a gleam in his eye and head tilted as he stared me down. My heart was beating hard and I flexed my jaw, staring back up at him. He took my lack of a response as a yes and pulled my waist towards him and into the room.

Next thing I knew I was backed against the closed door with House’s tongue exploring my mouth and his hands under my shirt. He cupped my breasts in his palms and I exhaled a soft moan, which was cut short by the three hard knocks near the back of my head. House breathed out a frustrated sigh and kept his forehead against mine and our lips just barely touching.

“Unless L/N’s got a runny nose, this is not a medical exam. Quit hogging the exam room and do your job, House,” Cuddy’s strong voice broke through the door and I chuckled at her putting all the blame on House. But he didn’t smile. He kissed me again. It was softer this time and it felt odd, me having been pulled out of that lustful surge by Cuddy’s knocking. When House pulled away again I blinked back at him a few times, trying to determine what was going on between us. That vulnerability I had felt radiating off of him the other day after sex was back.

“What is this?” I asked finally.

“Oh, here we go,” House responded with mock annoyance at my need for emotional clarity and rolled his eyes, building his walls up again. I laughed breathily.

“Falling in love isn't a weakness, you know,” I said to his back which had turned to face me now.

“Falling sounds like a weakness to me,” he joked back and I noticed he wasn’t denying the love part. But he was deflecting. I squinted my eyes at him as he turned back around.

“Fine. Write me a poem about rising into love and we’ll take it from there.”

I left House like how he had left me so many times before. With a witty end to our conversation, patting his chest and turning my heel without looking back. I thought I would feel on top of the world but I had to take a moment when I stepped out of the exam room and I listened closely to the silence from inside. I felt oddly guilty for my snarking at him, but I forced myself to walk on.

[roadkillxd]

Price x tattooed male reader

Where we are the youngest addition to the 141 team , and we finally get our first solo mission with some new recruits and as a reward price lets then go to a bar with the recruits celebration, we get drunk, and the recruits dares us to get a tramp stamp. We hide it from the 141 but it's laundry day and we have to wear a crop top. Male reader and price end up training, and price flips us on our back and sees the slutty tattoo which leads to slut shaming then smut...

Kinks are up to you but, bottom male reader and Top price please...

Price x M!Reader ↪ 898 words — 18+ / SMUT.

Content tags — cis male dominant Price, cis male submissive tattooed reader, slut shaming, sparring, conveniently lubed, tattoos, breeding kink, fingering, unsafe sex, coming untouched, brief mention of reader struggling with sexual impotence, and anal sex.

You groan as Price grapples you, a thick arm wrapping around your bicep and twisting you horizontally, a knee connecting with your stomach before he all but throws you over his shoulder like a discarded cigar. 

You land on the plastic mat with a loud oomph, the air rushing from your lungs, wind knocked out of you as you flip onto your front to try and scramble back up. Your mistake is turning your back to him and you both know it, his leg hooking under your thigh as soon as you're on your knees and yanking, knocking you flat on your stomach and making you whack your chin off the floor with a loud joint pop that has you groaning.

You can barely make out the sharp intake of breath behind you through the blood pounding in your ears, the air pushed out in a murmured, exasperated “Jesus Christ,” that has you burning red with shame.

You’re not that bad, right?

“Didn’ realize my sergeant was such a bloody slut.”

What?

The speed at which you turn your head to look at him over your shoulder could almost be comical, eyes wide with disbelief before realization dawns upon you, following Price’s heavy gaze to the base of your back, where your shirt’s been rucked up from the tussle.

His foot trails up the back of your thigh, over the swell of your ass before his heel digs down, making you jolt as he grinds it against your hole through the layers of fabric.

“Price—” you gasp.

“This one is fresh, hm?” Price notes, seeing how clean the ink is, the slightly pink swelling around each black flourish, before appreciatively eyeing the full sleeves of your arms and what few designs trail down your legs, peeking out from beneath your shorts, “seems like you can never get enough.” 

“Please,” you whimper, face burning in a heady mix of shame and arousal as you grind back against the sweet pressure against your hole.

Just as you rock back onto your knees the pressure leaves, and you almost open your mouth to complain before it’s quickly replaced by the feeling of the bulge of Price’s hard cock rutting against you. 

His big hands bracket your hips, his thumbs tracing the swollen pattern of your newest addition before your shorts are being shoved down beneath your cheeks, exposing your hole to the cool air as he pulls them apart. 

“What’re we ‘ave here…” Price coos a deep rumble and you nearly choke, “feeling needy, lovey?” He asks, trailing his thumb over your loosened, lube slick hole.

“Didn’t cum,” you breathe out, gently rocking back against the gentle sensation of him teasing your rim, “couldn’t…”

“Hmm, and that’s why you wanted to spar so bad, isn’t it? All pent up, wanted me to help you out, yeah?” Price chuckles, you gasp as he quickly pushes a finger into you, then two, seeming to test how stretched you really are. He hums appreciatively as he slips them free, his clean hand going to your throat to pull you up until you’re back to chest, his other hand pulling his cock free to tease it against your puckered entrance, his beard tickling your neck as he presses his lips to the shell of your ear, “I’ll take good care of you…”

You realize when he doesn’t immediately push in that he’s waiting for a response and you whine, wiggling uselessly against him.

“Please!”

Your breath hitches in anticipation when you hear him spit, the slick sounds of him stroking his cock and his accompanying groan makes your own dick twitch where it’s still trapped in your shorts.

He rubs the thick mushroom tip against your hole a couple more times, smearing around the dribbling lube before he finally pushes into you, bullying his thick cock into your hot, gummy walls. The immediate feeling of fullness punches a wail out of you, and if not for Price’s firm grip on your throat holding you flush against him you’d have fallen forward from the instinctive urge to escape.

The pleasure’s overwhelming, and Price wastes no time in setting a slow but bruising pace, his heavy balls slapping against your own, the jut of his cockhead dragging over your prostate with each brutal push and pull. 

“Gonna fill you up, lovey,” Price groans, sucking and nibbling bruises into your shoulder as you claw at his bicep, whining pathetically at his words.

“Like that, hm? Want me to pump my fuckin’ cum into you? Into this tight little cunt…”

You meet his words with an eager, whorish moan, nodding your head the best you can in his firm grasp. You can feel the hot puff of breath against your neck when he chuckles. You feel his other hand trail from your hip to your front, right at the base of your belly, barely focused on the feeling with how his cock buries deep inside you with each thrust until he makes a point to squeeze the fat there.

“I’ve a new idea for a tattoo,” he murmurs, cradling that spot, “pretty little womb design right here,” he squeezes again for emphasis, “let all the boys know how much you love to be fuckin’ bred.”

Your vision whites with no preamble or warning, cock shooting hot cum across the sparring mat.

This man will be the death of you.

[flowerandblood]

Green Snake, Red Lion (4)

[Slytherin • Aemond x Gryffindor • female]

[warnings: kissing, fluff, sexual tension]

[description: Aemond is a Chaser and captain of the Slytherin team. His biggest rival on the pitch from the Gryffindor team, turned to be his biggest fan, and he hates her with all of his heart. His hatred towards her slowly turns into something else, when she one day stands up for his sister, Helaena. This is slow burn love story.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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Aemond thought, as he walked out into the courtyard with her, that he had to pull himself together. He thought that if he just pounced on her and started messing with her dress he'd only scare her. He already treated her badly, and he didn't want her to think that he didn't respect her in that area as well.

They went out in silence, stopping by the cloisters, night around them. Solren looked at him and smiled warmly, worried.

"Are you feeling better? It's awfully stuffy in there." She said as she turned towards the entrance from which the music was still pounding.

Aemond watched as droplets of sweat glistened on her skin like tiny diamonds in the moonlight, shining, some of her strands stuck to her face, her cheeks and lips red and swollen with exertion.

He felt his manhood throbbing in his pants again and cursed mentally, squeezed his eye shut, turned his head away.

He realized after a moment that he hadn't responded to her words, and an awkward silence fell between them. He looked at her and met the warm gaze of her large eyes, looking at him with tenderness that made his heart clench.

He thought that it was unbearable.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked the question faster than he could think, speaking low, his voice quivering slightly as if he were impatient.

She blinked in surprise as if she didn't understand his question, playing with her fingers. She swallowed softly, looking down at her hands. This time she didn't answer for a long moment.

"If you want me to stop, just say so." She finally whispered softly.

He felt his throat tighten at the depressed, sad tone of her voice. He thought that he made her think that he despised her, and only started talking to her because he felt sorry for her after her accident. He didn't know what to say so he didn't say anything.

He froze when he saw her start crying. She didn't make a sound, she just started shaking, tears streaming down her cheeks, her lips pressed together so hard as if she wanted to stop, but she couldn't.

He opened his mouth, staring blankly at the scene, completely unnerved. He didn't understand why she was crying, what he had done to make her suddenly like this. It completely shut him up.

She wanted to turn around and walk back to the hall, embarrassed that she had started making a scene of drama in front of him, but he grabbed her arm, surprised by his own, unexpected gesture.

She stared at him with wide eyes, her breath caught in her chest as she looked at him over her shoulder. He wanted to comfort her but he couldn't. He couldn't utter any meaningful words of consolation or apology.

He thought that if she only wanted to he would show it to her differently. His heart began to pound at the thought.

He leaned over her slightly, watching her reaction. She didn't move away an inch, looking at him with incomprehension on her face, sniffling, tears flowing spontaneously down her face.

He hesitantly raised his large hand and cupped her cheek, soft, warm and wet with her tears. He felt a shiver run through her, her eyes wide in shock and horror.

His thumb began to slowly and unhurriedly stroke her skin, making a powerful shiver run through her. He felt their breathing quicken, her mouth parted in disbelief, her body tremble at his touch. For some reason the thought of him having such an effect on her only made his desire stronger. He stared at her, unable to look away from her face, hypnotized.

He leaned over her, letting go of her arm, taking her other cheek in his free hand, pressing his forehead against hers. They were so close that he could feel her warm, ragged breath, the tips of their noses touching. Her trembling hand rose, her warm fingers brushing over the scarred skin of his cheek.

There was something wonderfully tender, he thought, in that wordless moment, in the sweet scent of flowers in his nose, in her unforced closeness. He decided with some relief that maybe he didn't have to say anything.

That he could just show her how he felt.

He leaned over her, drawing her face closed in his hands to him, their soft lips intertwined in wet, innocent, light kiss. They both looked at each other, pulling back a few millimeters, his thumbs stroking steadily over her skin, feeling her tremble, wanting to soothe her, to assure her that he wouldn't hurt her.

"It's okay." He whispered low, leaning over her again, his lips brushing hers encouragingly, gently, as if he was afraid that any more sudden movement or caress would make her startle and run away.

He felt them both shiver, his heart pounding. His breath caught in his throat, feeling her soft, swollen lips part sweetly, invitingly. Unable to help himself, he sucked them gently and pressed against their fleshy structure with a sticky, loud click, feeling the unbearable pressure in his pants every time her fingers traced his cheek again.

They broke apart suddenly, startled, as they heard footsteps and laughter, both of them breathing fast and loud.

After a while they saw the already slightly drunk Aegon with his chosen one in the corridor, who were obviously looking for a secluded place to perform a private, intimate act. Aegon, seeing them, laughed out loud.

"I think it's busy here, let's move on." He said, grabbing his girlfriend's hand and she only giggled as they passed them.

There was an awkward silence between them as they disappeared, his hands clenched into fists. He swallowed hard, feeling his throat go dry. Even if he wanted to, he wouldn't be able to get anything out of his mouth.

Solren also swallowed loudly, apparently as shocked as he was by what had happened between them. He shivered when he heard her warm, slightly trembling voice.

"I should go back to Helaena, I don't want to leave her alone for so long." She said softly, trying to sound light.

Aemond nodded and grunted lowly to indicate that he agreed with her. He only looked at her, as she moved forward back into the hall.

He ran a hand over his face, wondering what the fuck he was doing. All he could hear in his head was the thumping of his own heart.

He returned to the dormitory feeling that he couldn't bear to look at her. For the first time in a long time he had to relieve himself with his hand, because he couldn't take the strain anymore.

He massaged himself intensely, panting into the pillow, thinking of her sweet lips. About how tenderly, timidly she kissed him back, about her hand on his cheek and he was getting closer and closer to his fulfillment.

He imagined himself, fucking her from behind, hearing her helpless moans, his hands tightening on her soft, hot hips. He came hard, moaning low as he felt a wave of wonderful, blissful relief.

He dried himself on a handkerchief, zipped up his pants, and buried himself in his quilt, falling asleep almost instantly.

The next day he woke up terrified. He had no idea what to make of what had happened between them. He didn't know if he should explain it to her or pretend that nothing had happened.

He saw her from a distance in the Great Hall at breakfast eating toast. Their eyes met as soon as he walked in, and she immediately looked down, embarrassed and red, swallowing the piece that she had just taken into her mouth with great difficulty.

He pursed his lips at the sight and turned his face away as he walked to his friends. He sat down on the bench and looked at Aegon, all pale and with bruises under his eyes. It was obvious that he was suffering today for all the joys, including the alcohol ones that he had known the day before.

"I hope that you will be able to participate in training today." Aemond blurted out coolly, helping himself to a bit of salad, feeling that he couldn't swallow anything heavy. Aegon rolled his eyes at his remark, sighing loudly.

"Leave me alone, man. You're always whining." He mumbled as he slowly ate his cereal with milk.

He stopped after a while, deciding that he must go vomit after all, and stood quickly, leaving the room, heading for the bathroom. Aemond sighed, thinking in his head that his brother was just a moron.

He involuntarily looked at Solren, and when he saw that their eyes met again he immediately turned away, as if he had been caught red-handed. His heart started pounding again. He figured that he'd just focus on eating that fucking salad and go to class.

A two-week Christmas break was approaching for which he and his siblings were returning home. He knew that Solren wasn't staying at Hogwarts either.

He knew that she and Helaena had arranged to send each other owls and stay in constant contact. He thought that the break might do him some good. He will have time to think about what he was doing, because he felt as if he had completely lost control of his reality.

As they waited in great groups on the platform for the train that would take them to London, he saw out of the corner of his eye, standing with Aegon and Helaena that Solren was pushing towards them, apparently wanting to say goodbye to their sister.

They threw themselves into each other's arms and hugged each other tightly, assuring themselves that they would keep in touch throughout the period of separation. Aegon sighed heavily as he looked at the scene.

“What lovebirds you are. It's only two weeks!" He said, shaking his head but they didn't seem to be listening.

The Gryffindor finally let go of their sister and looked uncertainly at them, apparently also wanting to say something to them as they left.

"I wish you a Happy Christmas. Rest and see you in two weeks." She spoke lightly and softly, her gaze at the end of the sentence shifting towards him.

Aemond's heart tightened at her words.

He thought that he wanted to kiss her again.

He didn't do or say anything, just nodded. Aegon smiled nonchalantly at her, closing one eye, blinded by the sun.

"We wish you all the best too."

The train finally arrived and everyone got on. Aemond, Helaena, and Aegon sat together, not wanting the company of others. Aemond sat down in his seat and thought, feeling uneasy for some reason.

Aegon was talking loudly about something that annoyed him, probably the big History of Magic paper that their professor had given them over the holidays, but Aemond wasn't listening. He got up suddenly, opening the door of their compartment, saying that he would be right back.

He walked through the train, and out of the corner of his eye saw Solren sitting in an empty compartment, alone, reading a book, her head against the wall.

He wanted to pull her out and talk to her but he thought that this would be even better. He stepped inside and she gave him a startled look, immediately turning red.

She stood up quickly when she saw that he had closed the door behind him and had drawn the curtains over the windows, so that no one could see what was going on inside.

They both looked at each other wordlessly, obviously equally shocked by what had happened between them and the fact that he was standing in front of her again, without knowing why - or that was what he was trying to tell himself.

He swallowed hard, looking at her. He decided that he didn't give a shit about explanations, forced descriptions of his feelings and thoughts that were just one big mess in his head.

He came over to her, grabbing her hair and bited her lips greedily, silencing her startled, high-pitched squeal. He devoured her mouth with his, sucking them hungrily, panting heavily, no longer lying to himself - he'd been thinking about it for days.

From that evening.

Solren, shocked, simply took what he was giving her, breathing loudly with him, brushing his lips tenderly, stroking his cheek, adding a touch of tenderness to this aggressive act that drove him insane.

He thought, delighted by the sensation between one sticky, long kiss and the next, that Cregan Stark wasn't made for her, but he was.

He, her rival, her undeserved authority, her wordless, antisocial acquaintance that she had chosen from the beginning.

He pulled away from her, pressing his forehead against hers, breathing heavily, looking at her with hazy, black eye.

"Write to me every day."

It happened exactly as he said. His family didn't know it, but every evening a little owl would knock on his window with a note. In one of the first messages Solren had written to him that it was her mother's owl, very well trained for the conditions of transmitting secret correspondence, which was the one they exchanged.

Neither of them wanted what was going on between them to be known. Mainly because it would be a sensation, but also because they didn't know what to call it themselves.

Their letters were quite short and painfully ordinary. Gryffindor wrote him about her day, sometimes including some funny, enchanted illustration of hers, which moved like a looped animation. He always read her messages before bed and then wrote back, making it a daily ritual in secret from the whole family.

Usually he wrote back to her in only a few sentences, describing his day rather dryly and briefly, but he decided that in front of her he had no intention of pretending to be someone that he was not.

Keeping in touch with her somehow calmed him down. He thought that if he hadn't talked to her for two weeks he'd have gone crazy, thinking about what had happened between them.

Neither of them wrote about it, nor did they mention it in their letters but they both knew that something was going on between them. A slow, warm feeling flooded his heart at the thought of her wet lips, her soft hands, her breath, her scent.

After Christmas the time to return to Hogwarts was slowly approaching, which was to take place in two days. Aemond was thrilled to see her again, to play against her in a match again, to kiss her again. He knew he'd do it. He had no illusions after touching himself almost every day, thinking of her.

As they ate dinner together as a family, Helaena asked her parents if it would be a problem if Solren came to visit them tomorrow and traveled with them from London to Kings Cross Station.

She said that Solren lived in a city very far from London and would have to drive many hours to the station, getting up early at night. Aemond almost choked on the juice that he was drinking when she said that, looking at her shocked. Their father nodded, seeing no obstacles.

That evening Aemond waited tensely for an owl from her. He felt chills and sweat on the back of his neck at the thought that tomorrow she might come and spend the night at his house.

He felt a tightness in his pants at the thought. For some reason being apart of her made him feel like he was going to pounce on her as soon as he saw her. He didn't recognize himself.

Usually it was women who competed for his attention, to make him want them. Now he had to hold back his animal instincts that were suppressing his common sense.

He shuddered and got up quickly from the bed when he saw that a small, black owl had tapped its beak against the glass of his window. He opened it, took the animal in his hand and took a small note from its beak. He opened it quickly and saw only one sentence on it, which made his heart beat faster.

"See you tomorrow!" _____

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[bradshawsbitch]

free solo | bradley bradshaw

this can be read as a pre-drabble to a poly fic I've been trying to get out that will be bradley x bob x reader...

disclaimer: this is a solo Bradley masturbation piece, but that is connected to a poly scenario I've been thinking about writing, with Bob and a reader. This is mostly centered on Bobster. this popped up in my head after a lovely conversation with @roosterforme and @mak-32 - thanks for always encouraging me, girls&lt;3

warnings: explicit description of male solo masturbation, adult themes, 18+ only, brief mentions of f!reader as a part of a poly constellation.

plot: Bradley doesn't really understand why he feels so irritated as he comes home from work. Sadly, there isn't anyone home yet to quench the flame that Bob had stoked earlier that day.

word count: 1.3K

tagging people who might like: @rolycolysficrecs @sebsxphia @lt-bradshaw

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Bradley was annoyed. He wanted to crawl out of his skin and at the same time he wanted to satiate the itch that seemed to crawl up and down his spine no matter which way he turned. Stepping out of his walk-in shower, droplets still trickling down his chest, slowed down slightly by the coarse chest hair that curled against his pecs. Even the cold shower he’d just taken to wash off the grime and sweat of the day hadn’t made him feel any better. 

Something had plagued his mind all day, but he had pushed it so far into the depths of his mind that he wasn’t all that sure he could conjure it again. It just fluttered around in the peripheral of his conscious mind, and it was as if his whole body knew what it was that had him so on edge, but he himself did not. Running two large hands down his face, he groaned softly - wondering what he could’ve possibly forgotten to make his body react this way.

Licking his lips, his brows begin to furrow as Bradley suddenly starts to realize what he needs. His pulse is thrumming just slightly quicker, the veins in his neck starting to get more prominent as his heart pumps out blood faster to his limbs. His breath stutters in his throat, and the muscles in his lower abdomen flexes as his cock twitches to life beneath the towel slung low on his hips.

He remembered now. It was Bob’s cocky smirk just casually thrown his way over the room at work earlier this morning, those cerulean eyes glinting with desire, no doubt reminiscing about the night the two of them had shared with you no less than twenty four hours earlier. 

“Fuck,” Bradley groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as images of the event played before his eyes. He could remember Bob’s lips wrapped around his cock, those damn blue eyes looking up at him with that same glint that Bradley had seen earlier this morning.  Fuck, it had felt so good when the other man took him into that pretty mouth of his, whilst your lips burned on his neck, your more dainty hands running all over his chest, softly pinching his nipples every now and then - making him moan out loud.  The two of you were so good to him. 

Suddenly, his cock was rock hard against his abdomen, a bead of precum leaking from the red tip from just the memory of having had Bob’s lips wrapped around it. Groaning again, Bradley’s breath hitched as he kept his eyes closed - letting his own large hand slowly glide down his stomach, teasing himself by letting his fingertips ghost over his abs down towards his aching cock. 

Biting his lower lip he slowly made a fist around his dick, pumping once, twice before letting his head tilt back, mouth slightly agape as he felt pleasure ripple through his body. The thought of Bobby’s mischievous eyes and sinful mouth had made him so incredibly sensitive. 

“Jesus…” Bradley muttered under his breath as his hand slowly worked around his cock, his thumb gently teasing at the tip every now and then. Releasing his swollen cock, Bradley took a deep, shuddering breath as he left the confines of his bathroom, only to sit on his bed, back against the headrest as he made himself comfortable where only hours earlier, your face had been firmly pressed against the pillows as he fucked your sweet cunt so hard fat tears were rolling down your warm cheeks.

Bradley felt needy, and that squirming, itching feeling had returned during the few moments where he hadn’t had his hand wrapped snug around his dick. He didn’t feel like he had the patience to get up and retrieve what he needed, instead opting to spit into his open palm before once again stroking his cock with languid movements. Heaving a sigh, his eyelids fluttered closed again as his body relaxed slightly.

Imagining Bob’s wet and warm mouth was easier now, and he let himself get lost in the memory of the man’s warm tongue stroking the underside of his aching cock, running over the ridges and veins slowly before taking more and more of Bradleys cock down his throat. Bradley remembered how he’d cupped Bob’s chin, stroking his cheek and feeling himself filling his mouth so good it almost had him cumming right then and there. The move had made Robby moan and whimper around his cock, the back of his throat constricting deliciously against Rooster’s tip.

Bradley had begun fisting his cock in time with his memories, and a small sheen of sweat had appeared between his brows, soft moans and groans spilling from his parted lips as he went on. For some reason, that teasing look Bob had given him this morning had Rooster absolutely yearning to feel Rob’s cock fill him, and suddenly Rooster felt an overwhelming neediness overcome him - he needed to feel full. 

A soft, needy whine slipped past his throat, and he could feel himself clenching around nothing - wishing more than ever that Bob was home. But Bob wouldn’t be home for hours still, and Bradley just couldn’t wait that long to chase his release. 

With one hand still fisted around his dick, Bradley slowly took his own finger between his lips, sucking it harshly into his mouth to wet it thoroughly with saliva. With a finger in his mouth and the other loosely wrapped around his dick, he slowly lowered himself to a lying position, his chest heaving with pleasure and anticipation. Fuck, he needed to cum so badly. 

Reaching down, he slowly fisted his cock as his finger sunk into himself, a soft groan leaving his parted lips as he searched for the spot he knew would have him seeing stars. It was of course better when Bobby was between his legs, his long, slender fingers working him instead of his own - but for now this would have to do. 

As he found the spot, a loud moan tore from his chest, more pre-cum leaking from his swollen tip as he sped up his movements, almost fucking his own large hand to chase his release. He knew that this moment had been pent up since this morning, because he found himself on the precipice of cuming within only a few minutes - the soft moans and mewls leaving his lips and the contracting of his abs, as warmth filled his whole body, making him painfully aware how he wouldn’t last much longer.

His biceps flexed and burned as he continued to fuck himself, throwing his head back further into the pillows, screwing his eyes shut he tried to imagine Bob fucking into him with his steady thrusts instead, his skilled hands working over him and his soft lips touching him - his own hands would be running over Bobs well sculpted upper body, and those cerulean eyes would look so full of lust and adoration…

Bradley’s breath had stopped somewhere in his chest, and he could feel his whole body tighten as he fisted his cock, once, twice, and felt his finger rub against himself - and he released with a long moan, followed by needy whines of Robert’s name as cum spurted high on his abdomen and chest. He pumped himself to ride out the pleasure, as ropes of cum kept painting his upper body.

Bradley felt as if he was floating. It had been too long since Bob fucked him, he promptly decided - perhaps Bradley should stop letting him be such a pillow princess. Licking his lips, he caught his breath as he thought he might just have to make sure his boyfriend fucked him more often. Or perhaps you could fuck him with your strap. Either way, Bradley decided, after this little solo adventure, that he needed to be filled more often. 

[thefallennightmare]

Moment of Weakness-eighteen

*credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/Pinterest *

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, affair, cheating, violence.

Summary: Reader is the assistant to New York's most feared mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. He had the picture-perfect life: status in the mob, friends, and beautiful wife. So why can't he keep his mind and eyes off of reader?

Author's Note: I really want to get one more chapter out tonight because that's going to be a big one!

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His moans sounded like a perfectly conducted orchestra to my ears, a gentle melody that brought goosebumps to my skin as I moved my head up and down. The slow, meticulous pace made Bucky grab a fist full of my hair with his vibranium fingers and did his best to urge me faster. I placed my own hand on his bare stomach, the hairs from his happy trail tickling my palm, and I patted the skin there in a silent way to say all in due time, love.

Bucky hissed in agony, the tip of his cock pushing further down my throat. I moaned against his shaft, the vibrations from the low ruble made his head fall back onto the pillow, lips parting in ecstasy. 

“You’re so good at that, doll,” Bucky praised. 

I clenched my walls together, not wanting to finish before he even had the chance to touch me. 

My lips were slick and swollen with my own saliva and his precum and when our eyes met, I saw how blown his once blue eyes were, the lust clouded his vision. Tonight was all about him, pleasing him in any way he wanted and all he asked for was one thing. 

“I want to fuck that pretty little mouth,” he groaned against my ear, his lips nibbling on the skin. 

We were at work earlier today when he snuck up behind while I was in the supplies closet, looking for more pens. While he had his arms wrapped around me, his hard cock pressed into the roundness of my ass. When I leaned into him, he hissed out a low moan. 

“Doll, if you don’t stop I’m going to fuck you right here in this closet.” 

I didn’t and he did. 

It was incredibly hard to keep quiet so neither Steve or Sam heard us, their office right on the other side of the wall. Bucky’s cock pounding into me from behind, my velvet walls clenching around him as I grasped for anything I could. A loud moan crawled its way from my throat as I spasmed my climax all over him which made Bucky cover my mouth with his vibranium hand. 

“Quiet, Y/N. You need to keep that mouth shut otherwise they’ll hear you,” Bucky demanded with a slap to my bare ass. “Unless that turns you on, letting others hear how good I’m fucking this tight pussy.” 

A tight tug of my hair brought me back to now and Bucky’s hips raised up off of the bed as his gut tightened. His lips fell open and with the way his breathing became erratic, I knew he was close. 

I flattened my tongue underneath the length of him and took the amount that couldn’t fit in my mouth in my hand and began to move both at a crazed pace. 

“So close,” he breathed. 

I gave his ass a squeeze to urge him on and soon felt his hot liquid shoot to the back of my throat, his groans of release echoing throughout my bedroom. 

“Oh, Y/N.” 

My name falling from his lips made my shutter in desire, wanting to hear him say it just like that for the rest of my life. 

With a pop, I released his cock from the confines of my mouth and sloppy kissed my way up from his stomach all the way to his lips where he tasted himself on my tongue. As we pulled away, Bucky quickly had me on my back and raised my leg over his back, opening up my folds to him. 

I rummaged through my bedside table and handed him a condom, which he put on with an attractive quickness. 

“Ready?” He raised a brow at me. 

Bucky got his answer by me pulling him down for a kiss, my tongue reaching every crevice and lips catching between his teeth, undoubtedly making them swollen tomorrow. 

A slow, dragging in motion of his hips and Bucky was inside of me, my walls quickly adjusting to his size. Both of us moaning at the familiar feeling but yet new as the first time. 

“Oh fuck,” my eyes fluttered shut with pure bliss. 

His hips were moving at a slow pace, almost as payback for my actions earlier, and I crawled at his back desperately needing his hips slapping against me. 

“Bucky,” I whined. “Please, I can’t take it this slow.” 

He buried his cock deep within me, the tip touching all new territories, and pressed his forehead against my chest. The smell of his shampoo filled my senses and I smiled at the familiarity it was starting to become. 

Cedarwood. 

“It’s so good. I can’t get enough of it,” Bucky admitted with a grunt. 

I snuck a hand between us where we met and pressed a thumb to the sensitive bud, tracing it in circles. 

He watched with dark eyes. “You’re so needy, doll. Did you not get enough earlier?” 

“Never,” I panted. 

Bucky began to move a bit faster now although not at the pace I would have loved. 

“I never want to forget this,” he groaned, dragging his cock almost all the way out before burying it deep within me again. 

He continued this for quite a while. 

I raised my hips off the bed, hoping the new position would hit the exact spot I needed. My fingers on my bud and his cock moving at this god-awful pace wasn’t enough to scratch that itch. 

Cool, vibranium fingers started to massage my left breast, tweaking my nipple between them. 

That. That's what I needed for the coil in my lower abdomen to heat up, arousal filling my veins. 

“That’s my girl,” Bucky cooed when he felt my walls starting to clench and unclench, my orgasm so close. 

I stammered, trying to find the words to say, but nothing came out so instead my teeth scraped and nibbled at the skin of his neck. I did my best not to leave a mark but with the sudden fast pace from Bucky, I bit down hard and brought the skin between my teeth. 

He hissed in glory, the pain turning him on even more. Both of his hands cupped my face and as we stared into each other's eyes, my heart jumped into my throat when I noticed how he looked at me. The glimmer in his blue eyes returned for a moment, lips reaching the corners of his eyes in a smile. 

“What?” I asked, breathless. 

He caught my lips in a gentle kiss. “You’re beautiful, doll.” 

His words were the last thing I needed to spasm underneath him, hands grasping at the bedsheets while he dragged out my orgasm from me, his own spilling into the condom. Bucky rested his forehead against my chest as we laid there for a few moments, coming down from the shared high, and once our breaths were steady and even, he collapsed next to me.

His hand found my face and as mine covered it, we shared a tender kiss. 

Bucky brought the covers up and over our bodies, the wind from my open window now blanketing us in a bitter chill. 

“Hey, Bucky?” I spoke after some time of quietness. 

“Hm?” 

There had been something bothering me all day, or for the last few days really. Since I realized I was being followed. There was never a great time to bring it up to him, especially after what we went through a bit ago, but I couldn’t ignore the thoughts any longer. 

My finger traced up and down his stomach. “How well do Clint and Natasha know each other?” 

Bucky’s body tensed under my touch for a moment, eyes staring down at me. “Are you sure you want to talk about this now?” 

“I can’t get over this feeling and I need your opinion on it,” I admitted with a sigh. 

It didn’t make sense to me how now, all of a sudden, Clint had me in his crosshairs while Natasha’s calls to Bucky when he was here becoming more persistent. 

He turned on his side to give me his full attention and nodded, wrapping my leg over him. The tip of his cock brushed against the inside of my thigh. 

“Why did you drag Natasha out of his house that night?” 

Bucky sighed. “I never trusted him around her. They basically grew up together and were really good friends before her and I got married. They have this joke about something happening in Budapest but she doesn’t tell me when I ask.”

“Clint was showing off these new arrows that when they pierce someone, it injects some kind of serum or poison into them. I didn’t want Natasha around that,” he admitted. 

“Oh,” I muttered. 

Bucky lifted my chin up towards him. “I won’t let Clint hurt you, doll.” 

“You don’t think-.” 

My question was halted by Bucky’s phone ringing and neither of us had to look to see who was calling. She always called as soon as we were done, almost as if she knew. 

Bucky reached over me, leaving a fast kiss on my shoulder, before answering his phone. 

“Hey sweetheart.” 

My heart dropped, hearing him call her that, and Bucky noticed so as he pulled the phone away from him, he gave me a mind-bending kiss. 

“Sorry, yeah,” Bucky brought the phone back after hearing her yell for him. 

As he listened to her rage about something, he dragged his finger up and down my bare back. I eased into him and placed a few chaste kisses over his chest and over the scars on his shoulder. 

I found myself loving them and wanting to let Bucky know that I didn’t mind them. 

“I’ll be home soon, I got caught up at Steve’s.” 

The way he lied with such ease scared me and made me wonder if he was still lying about something to me. 

“Yeah, see you soon.” 

Bucky ended the call and went to speak but I cut him off by kissing his lips. 

“Don’t go,” I begged while wrapping my arms around him. 

“I’m sorry, doll. I have too,” Bucky sighed. 

“You don’t. You can stay, just tell her that you decided to stay the night at Steve’s,” I suggested. 

I was the first to admit that I did not like having to beg for him to stay but at this moment, I truly did not want him to leave. 

“We have to deal with this for a few more weeks. By then Matt will have the papers ready to serve Natasha. Then I can stay over as long as you’d have me,” Bucky brushed his lips over my forehead. 

I buried my face into his chest, savoring his scent for a few more minutes before he had to leave, and muttered into his chest. 

“I’d have you stay forever if you could.”

[alexsoenomel]

Go to Pieces (Dean Winchester x Reader fluff/angst-ish)

Request by @katsukisimpsblog​  : Ok, so my request is Dean and y/n are on a hunt, reader gets hurt badly and dean panics, bringing reader to hospital only to find out she/he/they are in a coma and he blames himself, not leaving readers side till he/she/they wake up. Reader finally does and dean starts to cry and reader comforts him and they both cuddle and have a movie night at the bunker after reader is released from the hospital

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: severe brain injury, coma, broken bones

Word count: 2600ish

Note: This one was hard to write ngl. I wanted to be as medically correct as possible. Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)

“Is she going to wake up?” 

“She will, but it will take time. She has several broken bones and fractures which we took care of but we had to remove a part of her skull to reduce the brain swelling and put her in an medically induced coma.”

“Wait, what, a coma? Why?”

“Standard procedure for these kinds of brain injuries. She was lucky she didn’t die from brain hemorrhage. We will monitor her for the next couple of weeks until we see improvement and do another surgery to replace the missing part with her original bone. For now there’s nothing we can do until the swelling goes down.” 

“Thank you Doc.”

Brain injury. 

Brain hemorrhage.

Coma.

These were the words Dean was able to process.  

She was lucky.

“Damn it (Y/N).” He whispered under his breath before coming into your room. You were surrounded with machines, to monitor your vitals, and connected to God knows how many tubes and cables. He sat next to your bed, not knowing what to say or do. The sheer thought of losing you made him want to crawl out of his skin. You were in a pretty bad shape and he couldn’t fix it. Your head was wrapped in what it seemed to be a white gauze, a tube in your throat pumping oxygen to your lungs. The monitor showed a steady and normal heartbeat.  

“How is she?” Dean turned around only to see Sam closing the door. 

“Bad.” Was the word that left his lips and even saying it didn’t seem real to him. “They put her in a coma and removed a piece of her skull to help with the brain swelling.”

***

It was an accident. The hunt for a nest of vampires in Lincoln, Nebraska didn’t go as planned, because you found out far too late, vampires weren’t killing people, demons were. Two nasty ones. They were hiding in plain sight in an old abandoned house killing whoever they could get their hands on for shits and giggles. When you finally confronted them and realized what was going on they were already two steps ahead of you. It was a trap, they were expecting you and were quite excited for their next kill. Sam and Dean were pushed against the wall not being able to move while you were tossed out of the window like a ragdoll, falling two- stories below on grass. Thank God it wasn’t concrete or you would be dead by now. 

The Winchesters managed to kill the demons when Sam stabbed one as he got closer to him, but were left panicking when they found you unconscious outside. You were still breathing, but barely, so they rushed you to the nearest hospital where they performed an emergency surgery. You were left with a swollen brain, broken right arm and part of your hip bone which doctors took care of right away, now all that was left was your brain to recover. 

***

One week later, no major changes. Dean’s nights became sleepless, not wanting to leave your side, even after visiting hours were over, while Sam had to go back to Kansas because something strange was happening in Lebanon. 

“Tell me when she wakes up.” Sam told his brother as he opened the room door. 

“You mean if she wakes up, Sam!” Dean corrected him.

“She will.” Sam said and tossed him the keys of Dean’s beloved Baby. “ Here! You know how much she likes riding in that car with you.”

“What about you?”

“Will steal one.” Sam simply said and left. 

You loved riding in Baby. Dean would occasionally calm his tits and let you drive his beloved car, making you the happiest girl in the word. He would take you to long drives when you couldn't sleep, let you pick the music for trips, overall dates with Baby were your favorite.

***

Dean was angry with himself. He always had a desperate need to protect you, to make sure you were safe and out of trouble, but you didn’t want to listen. You had been a hunter for years before you met the Winchesters but Dean didn’t want to hear it. He would always nag how it would be too dangerous, how you should stay and do research and so on... You would always argue over the same thing over and over again, only now he couldn't lecture you, instead he could just be by your side and hope you would get better.

***

Week two, minor improvement. A beak of hope. Doctor told Dean everything was stable and the swelling went down a bit which was good but not good enough. Dean was still on the edge, not being able to sleep, drowning himself in alcohol and trying not to think about the possibility of losing you. It was eating him alive. He never said it but the love he had for you was stronger than anything else he had ever felt before. Sure he had flings, relationships, but nothing compared with what he had with you. Safety and love was what he craved the most and you gave him just that. He trusted you on a level he trusted Sam, with his life.

His days went by slow. He would spend every waking hour in your room until the visiting hours were over, go to his motel room, drink until he couldn't think anymore and sleep for minimum amount of hours. The same pattern on a loop...

Two more weeks passed in haze until he heard some great news: “Swelling went down dramatically, she is ready to have the surgery.” 

A big wave of relief took over his whole body, feeling like he just lost 100 pounds. He texted Sam right away telling him the great news as he patiently waited for you to get out of surgery. He was pacing around in the hallway for hours, eating all the snakes he could from the vending machine, not sitting in the same chair for too long, going in and out of the hospital to get some fresh air every hour, just to prevent himself from overthinking. He would never let other people in on what was going on in his brain, not even Sam sometimes. Sometimes it was easier for him to process things on his own. 

After God knows how many hours the same doctor came out of the operating room to tell him everything went well and you were stable. When he came to your room the same sight was in front of his eyes: you, tubes, cables but without a tube in your throat. Instead you just had a nasal cannula. 

“When will she wake up?”

“When anesthesia wears off, couple of hours.”

“Thank you so much Doc.”

“Welcome! And Dean, take care of her. She will need your support for the next six months until the bones are healed and everything goes back to normal. She will also need physical therapy later in the recovery.”  

“Roger that.” He didn’t say it but Dean thought how lucky you were to get such a kind and carrying doctor taking care of you. He would ask him every day how he is holding even sometimes would bring him something to eat. A true rarity among humans.

***

At one point he fell asleep in the chair placed right next to your bed but was woken up shortly after by the sound of you coughing. 

“(Y/N)?” Dean slowly opened his eyes trying to process what was going on. He thought he was dreaming about you waking up until his brain finally realized...

You were finally awake, feeling like you have been hit by a truck. Every inch of your body felt heavy, like it wasn’t yours. Your right arm was in a cast and your head felt strange. You touched the right side of your head only to feel gauze wrapped all over. 

“Water, please.” You whispered. Your voice was hoarse, throat dryer than a desert, lips chopped but your heart was still beating. You were alive.

Dean immediately gave you his bottle of water, gently tilting it towards your lips as you took few sips feeling like you could talk again. 

“How are you feeling?” Dean asked you. 

“Like shit.” You answered as your gaze went straight to his face. “And you look like shit too.” You added making him chuckle.  

“I know.” 

“What happened?” 

“They threw you out of the window.”

“Did you...?”

“Took care of it, yeah.” 

“Well falling out of a window is a first for me.” Your body may have been in a bad shape, but your humor was intact. Even in darkest situations you would  crack jokes just to ease your mind. But jokes aside this was your first time getting seriously hurt on a hunt.

Dean, without saying anything, took your hand and placed a gentle kiss. His face said gratitude but eyes slowly started to fill with tears. 

“I thought I lost you.” He whispered. “Thank God you are here.” 

You moved as much as you could making a room for another person on your bed. “C’mere you...”

Not wanting to hurt you Dean laid on the other half of the bed, only his head on your left shoulder. Taking your left hand and intertwining his fingers with yours he couldn’t stop himself from letting it all out. You could hear his sniffles as your grip became stronger. “Hey, I’m here Dean. I’m not going anywhere okay?”

“I know. Crap...The last few weeks have been hell.”

“Few weeks?”

“You were in a coma (Y/N). Brain injury almost took you out.”

“God damn.” 

“Yeah...” 

“So I will have a cool scar on my head.”

“My badass gal.” He smiled. 

“You know it, handsome.” 

***

A week after you woke up, you were finally released. Doctor told you for the next six mounts you shall be a couch potato: no hunting, no heavy lifting, no working out, no nothing.  After six months you will be able to take off the cast and later have physical therapy. Your skull almost completely healed and you were left with a huge scar on your right side of your head. You were given strict instructions and were told to take it easy, which is going to be very fucking difficult for you since you were kinda an adrenaline junkie. 

“Where is Sam?” You asked while Dean was pushing your wheelchair through the main hospital hallway. 

“He had to take care of a Casper not so friendly ghost back home.” 

***

The ride was peaceful. Dean let you play your favorite songs, which coincidentally were his favorite songs: Nothing else matters by Metallica, Night Moves by Bob Seger and anything by Led Zeppelin basically. You were jamming together, singing your heart out and even stopped to eat burgers on your way home. 

“Fuck, I missed food.” You stuffed your face with that burger and ate it all in the matter of minutes. 

“Damn (Y/N)! Don’t choke!” 

“Shhh give me a break Dean I almost died!”

Hours became minutes and in a heartbeat you were finally where you were supposed to be, HOME.

Sam greeted you with a warm, yet gentle hug, not wanting to hurt you. You could walk but only slow and limited amount of baby steps because of your hip.

“Did you take care of the ghost, Sam?” Dean asked, helping you sit on the couch. 

“Yeah, burned the bones and all.” 

“Awesome!”

For the next hour or so, you spent with both brothers reminiscing on past events. You didn’t remember much, after you entered the house the trail of memory disappears and you were left with a huge black hole.  After telling you what kind of injuries you sustained you were just glad you were alive.

Sam confessed he didn’t get much sleep while you were in the hospital, so he left shortly after drinking one beer to finally get some proper rest. It was almost 9pm and he was an early bird, unlike you and Dean. 

“Wanna watch a movie?” You asked him as you managed to stand up by yourself. The hip hurt like a bitch. 

“Whoa take it easy!" His reflexes immediately kicked in and he took your hand to make sure you were not going to fall. "Our room?"

"Yes please I have to lie down."

He wrapped his arm around your waist standing on your right side, letting you rest your broken arm on his shoulders but also giving you balance to walk slowly towards the room you shared.

He helped you sit down and took of your boots right after. You were too embarrassed to ask, but you had no choice. This was going to be your life for the next six months so might as well get used to it. You were in a desperate need of a shower. You felt gross.

"Dean..." You started feeling like you were on pins and needles, struggling to express what you really felt. It was like your brain was blocking your mouth from speaking and vocal cords vibrating. You were not used to asking someone for help, hell, you would avoided like a plague. Extreme independence was your trauma response, you were fully aware of it, but couldn't fix it. It simply felt unnatural to ask.

"Huh?"

"Um.... I need help." You started.

"Shower?" He read your mind.

"Would that be weird?" You asked with an awkward grin on your face.

"Sweetheart we shower together all the time..."

"I know but I feel useless." You admitted. "You have to help me...you know..."

"(N/Y) you almost died! Can you zip it and let me help you shower?"

"Fair enough."

Dean helped you take off your clothes before taking his own. Since your arm was in a cast you couldn't wash it or get it wet so you sticked it out of the shower while Dean was soaping you up. It was a very intimate moment. Usually when you would shower together, sex would follow, because you couldn't keep your hands from each other, but now it was different. It was more intimate than sex. You cheeks would turn light pink every time he would touch your skin, sending shivers from the back of your head straight to your spine. He was gentle, especially because you were covered in bruises, few from surgeries and few from the fall, still present after all this time. You were healing but slowly. The scar from your surgery was still sensitive, so he avoided it when soaping up your hair and washing it with warm water.

"Thank you." Your palm cupped his wet cheek placing a soft kiss on his lips. "I'm guessing no sex in the shower?" You joked, already knowing the answer.

"As much as I love seeing you wet, no."

"Fine." You said sticking your tongue out.

After the shower you both put on PJ's and went under the blanket you shared. Feeling clean and finally comfortable in your own bed with the man you loved the most, was what life was all about.

Dean turned on his laptop and placed it on his stomach.

"What are we going to watch?"

"Hmmm continue Lord of the Rings?" He asked.

"We're going to fall asleep again." You said as you snuggled up beside him, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Yeah but you've never seen Lord of the rings. Now THAT'S a real crime."

In the end you decided to watch Two Towers and he was right. You ended up falling asleep during the second hour of the movie.

"I love you." He whispered at one point not knowing if you could hear him. That was the first time he said it out loud.

"I love you too. " You mumbled back as you dozed off completely.