#what are they gonna do. fire me???? they are desperate for subs so like who give a shit

[daringdraconicdeity]

Boss makes a dollar i make a dime that’s why I draw Mitsuru on company time

[mysicklove]

cw: sub! megumi, dom! gn! reader, overstimulation, handjobs (as always), dacryphilia, slight sadism in reader, slight masochism in megumi? teasing, "good boy" used once.

wc: 1.3k

a/n: i have been recently hating my writing style guys what do I do </3 also I did this instead of hw so tonight is gonna suck.

“waitwaitwaitwait!” megumi mumbles into your neck for the third time this night. you feel another round of tears drip onto your collarbone, and shaky hands grip your t-shirt in a plea. he was naked — his pale skin seeming to flush a shade of red, and his spine was curved as he caved in over himself.

your thumb circles around the tip, teasing it until you watch another glob of precum bead at his slit. you crane your neck to look at him, using your free hand to tilt his chin up to press a small kiss to his lips. “doing so good,” you mumble into his mouth, and he lets out a broken sob, “staying still and taking it. we don’t need any rope today.”

his whole body feels to be on fire, and with every stroke of your hand, a whole new wave of overstimulation forces another shiver. the boy's mouth hangs open, lip glistening from a mix of saliva from your mouth and tears. “you’re so mean to me."

“poor thing,” you coo, knowing that you aren't going to do anything about his complaint. instead, you use your thumb to brush away some tears. he sniffles at you, nodding his head to hopefully coax some more praise. but your mind travels back to your movements, your wrists twisting back and forth as you focus on the red tip. “but you look so cute like this, i can’t help it, y’know that.”

his head falls back onto your shoulder, and immediately, he plants kisses on your neck, nibbling at the skin to try and distract himself. the top of his dark hair was matted with sweat, but the tips of it tickled your collarbone. you use your thumb to rub at his cheek as you continue to stroke him off, ignoring his sporadic jerks of pain. “can you cum again? just one more time, for me?”

the noise megumi lets out is meek, pathetic even, and he shakes his head into your chest. he has begun to hiccup from the intensity of his sobs, and his hand hasn't moved from gripping fiercely at your shirt. "last one," he breathes, rubbing his nose into your skin, "p-promise its the last one!"

you grab his face again with one hand and begin to pepper it with kisses, successfully wiping away more tears as he whines with shut eyes. his eyelashes are globbed together, and when he opens them again, he narrows them at you, slightly peeved and scared at your lack of response. "promise," he manages to get out before he bites his lip from you rubbing your pointer finger over his slit.

"fine, fine, I promise," you concede, and your hand stops teasing him, instead fully pumping him from base to tip. the act makes his thighs tremble, and you push them slightly more apart to give you easier access. the redness of his cock contrasts his pale skin adorably, and you can't help you're staring as he continues to leak.

"it hurts," he whimpers, mostly to himself, because all he can think about is how overwhelmed he feels. his thoughts are spinning, and even just the slightest touches on other parts of his body seem to startle him due to him focusing his entire attention on trying not to rip your hand off of his cock.

you don't pay attention to the whine, instead just pressing more kisses to his flushed cheeks, nibbling gently at the flesh while he sniffles. but, even with all the complaints and whines he was letting out, you've noticed that his hips have begun to buck back into your hand, only making the lewd noise louder. he tries to pretend that it was you who was torturing him, but his movements were of his own free will.

"you like it now?"

"no!" he says much too quickly, flashing you panicked eyes. "i-i just. 's not my fault!" at this point, you have fully stopped your movements just to watch in admiration of the boy. he was desperate in his movements, and with each thrust of his hips into the makeshift hole a coo leaves your mouth.

"aw, look, now you're getting excited. do you want to cum, megumi?" you purr, brushing his bangs back while twisting your other wrist. his eyes roll back, and his mouth remains open as he lets out quick, short breaths. now, his noises consisted more of moans rather than pained whimpers as he started to chase his high.

"n-no—yes. fuck I-" is all he manages to get out before your mouth is pressed onto his. but he pulls away only five seconds later due to his rapid heartbeat and the need for oxygen to keep up with it. you just chuckle at him and increase your speed, eyes flickering from the sight between his legs and his flushed face.

his thighs begin to squeeze shut, and his moans begin to increase in pitch, a telltale sign that he is teetering near his high. you chuckle at him when he begins to latch onto your neck, planting sloppy kisses to whatever surface he can. "are you close?"

he doesnt even attempt to speak, instead just nodding his head lazily. the act makes you roll your eyes and squeeze just a tad too hard on his dick in warning. he lets out a squeak at the feeling, and this time he does speak up. "yeah. yes. yes. c-close."

you pet his head, satisfied with his answer. "good boy. you can cum, alright?"

another set of tears pools in his eyes, and this time you cock your head to the side. "why are you crying 'gumi? I didn't hurt you that bad, did I?"

"no," he sniffles, "sorry d-dont stop. feels good, don't know why I'm crying. just don't stop!"

"relax. relax. I'm not," you reassure, kissing his face again. "you're lucky you are so cute, with all your demands."

he ignores you like he usually does when you tease him, but you are unsure if it is because he is being his usual self or because he is lost in pleasure.

seconds later, his hands grab at your shoulder, and he goes silent for a breath. then, just as the first rope shoots out, he cries, "cuming! of fuck. fuck!"

your lover's entire body quivers, and his mouth latches into your skin as the first wave washes over him. his eyes roll back and his mouth falls open with a silent scream. more tears come tumbling down his face, and you watch as the most pathetic amount of cum tonight comes dribbling out. it slides down his flushed cock and mixes with the movements of your hands.

eventually, when he comes down from his high and feels the stinging lick of overstimulation once again, he immediately forces your hand off, pinning the white-stained limb to the ground with frantic eyes. then he turns to you, even with his body jerking every couple of seconds from the aftershock, and glares at you — it doesn't hold much effect, considering his cheeks were flushed red and eyelashes were wet with tears, but it was cute nonetheless. "no. more."

you grin at the demand and use your clean hand to ruffle his hair. "your wish is my command, princess."

he narrows his eyes at the nickname, and the man tears himself from your arms. "I am going to shower," he mumbles before using all of his strength to stand up. he takes a step forward, and immediately he comes tumbling down.

megumi pretends he doesn't see the way his legs are trembling, but you see the way his ear twinged red in humiliation. you, of course, use it to your advantage. "need a little help there, Bambi?"

"you're not allowed to touch me for a week," he grumbles but grabs onto your arm and lets himself be left to the bathroom. it was an empty threat, as they usually are.

[sttoru]

“PLAYING WITH FIRE.”

༄ sypnosis. you show up to jujutsu high to pay satoru a visit on your day off, though that visit quickly turns into him bending you over in his office.

༄ note. ehh.. satoru brainrot. especially teacher satoru who’s a different person when you two r alone and away from his students.. slurps.

༄ tags. satoru x female reader. dom!satoru, sub!reader. unprotected sex, creampie, doggy style, degradation, objectification, kinda dubcon in one sentence, hair pulling, satoru takes pictures, bit of overstimulation, tiny bit of aftercare.

satoru had been trying very hard to keep his hands off of you in front of his students after you walked into his classroom. you used the famous excuse of ‘dropping off his forgotten lunch’ to bother your boyfriend at work.

you were all dolled up, make up done nicely while wearing a skimpy outfit that was almost scandalous to attend a prestigious school in.

satoru caved in immediately the moment you two were alone in the privacy of his office.

“n’more.. no more— please.” you babble mindlessly, a string of your own saliva trickling down the corner of your mouth and onto your chin.

“ah, fuck, you can do it, baby; just hold on f’me.” satoru reassures you through deep grunts, clamping a hand on your mouth to prevent you from making too much noise.

not that that’d be able to muffle the squelchy sounds that echoed throughout his office every time he plunged his cock into your sopping cunt.

“haah, shit— let me put that pretty mouth of yours to use, c’mon.”

two of his long fingers slide between your lips and without hesitation, you twirl your tongue around and suck at them as if on cue.

“mhh, just like that.” satoru hisses as he feels your saliva coat his skin while his other hand circles your clit.

his eyes wander down to your ass and the way it jiggles each time he slams his hips against the plump flesh.

satoru was also completely entranced by the sight of his cock—now glazed with a mixture of your juices— disappearing and reappearing not a second afterwards with each thrust.

“holy shit, y’re such a slutty thing.” a groan leaves his lips and you can feel him twitch inside of you the minute you tighten up around him. his filthy words were making your legs shake.

“yeah? ya like that, hm?” satoru’s hand which stimulated your clit left its place only to grab a fistful of your hair to yank your head back,

“bet you do, ‘cause this is exactly what you wanted by comin’ here dressed like that.”

you whine and dig your nails into the wooden surface beneath you, vision blurry as you feel the tears form due to satoru pulling at your hair. not only that; satoru knew just how to angle his hips to be able to hit the furthest parts of your sloppy pussy.

“nnh— yes, yes! fuck.” your desperate cries were muffled as you continued to suck on satoru’s fingers with your drool dripping down onto his desk.

satoru’s bangs clung onto his forehead, the sweat running down his skin making it hard for his glasses to properly remain on the bridge of his nose.

“so eager- so fuckin’ eager for a cock to fill you up.” satoru lets the words roll off the tongue in the heat of the moment.

you know that you got him extremely riled up when satoru’s being like this. it’s attractive to say the least; you’ve always loved it whenever he lets go of any self-control and just straight up fucks you brainless—not caring where you two may be.

his desk trembles with each intense thrust. the various objects on it threatening to fall as they all neared the edge due to the vibrations from your bodies.

it’s not like your boyfriend cared about the mess he’d make of his office when he’d rather make a mess out of you and your aching cunt.

“gonna—fuck—cum in your pussy, yeah? gonna have ya walk ‘round campus with my cum.”

you mindlessly nod along, babbling something incoherent that sounded like a ‘yes, please’ to satoru’s ears. and if it wasn’t, well, he’d do it anyway.

the thought of you walking out of his office afterwards with his hot load leaking out of your sweet cunt, you subtly trying to hide the liquid with your skirt since he ripped your panties apart; it drove him to the edge of insanity.

“shit, shit, shit.” curses leave satoru’s lips as he feels the pleasure building up to the point of release, “‘m gonna cum so hard— fuck!”

a deep groan echoes in your ears as you feel spurts of hot, thick cum flood your aching pussy— seeping straight into your womb.

“ngh— ‘toru!” you gasp for air once his fingers left your mouth so that satoru could grab onto your hips.

“stay still, angel. mm— have’ta make sure it stays.” the white-haired man adds in a husky tone and continues to pump into you with a few firm and deep strokes.

his blue eyes peered through his glasses at the sinful view of the white liquid overflowing and slowly dripping onto your thighs.

after making sure to push his cum as far as possible, satoru pulls out with a hiss.

just when you thought it’d be over, you could feel him rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your cunt— smearing his cum, along with your own juices, all over your folds.

“now that’s a sight.” satoru hums slightly, licking his lips before bending his upper body forward. his chest was flush against your back while you tried to catch your breath on his desk.

soft pecks were placed all over the back of your neck, one last one on your forehead.

“you did so well, baby.” he reassures you, tone and expression back to his usual soft one.

you smile back tiredly at him as you mumble a quick ‘thank you’ between deep breaths. your exhausted eyes followed satoru’s hands as they searched for something in his pockets.

a grin spreads on his face before he leans down again to whisper into your ear, one hand caressing your back while the other held his phone.

“be good for me and stay bent over like that, m’kay? need to take a pic of the mess i made.”

[leashaoki]

use me

pairing: sub levi x fem reader

wc: 1.4k

warning: this post includes nsfw content, minors do not interact.

The Captain's formidable nature and cold, callous ways were certainly infamous amongst not only the corps, but all who knew his name. He was unforgiving, ruthless and an expert of his craft: war. Levi was feared amongst his men, even those above him in rank were hesitant to get too close; his aura was one of darkness, a darkness that was to be avoided by most.

That's what made turning Levi into a begging, moaning mess beneath you, all the more enjoyable.

"Please- fuck, I need more..." You watch as his eyes roll back, a particularly lewd whine leaving his lips as you stroke him ever so slowly. Your fingers gently tease the tip as they pass it, swirling under the head and back down to the base. Each movement leaves him more tightly wound, each touch feeling like too much yet not enough at the same time.

Levi's hands are bound by his cravat behind him as he rocks back and forth in his chair, desperately trying to thrust up into your hand for more friction; only to be met with you slowing your pace, much to his dismay. There’s beads of sweat trickling down behind those dark locks, spayed across his forehead. He looks unkempt, much unlike his usual demeanour, his teeth are bared almost as if he’s in pain, brows furrowed upwards and his cheeks a rosy pink.

"If you want more..." You purr, his eyes snapping open at the sound of your voice, "You're gonna have to be a good. Can you do that for me, pretty boy?"

He groans at the term of endearment, pulling his lip between his teeth and nodding desperately. You tilt your head to the side, arching a brow as your hand leaves his cock. The Captain practically whines at the loss of friction, essentially pouting up at you like the insolent brat he is.

"Words, Levi. Come on baby, you can use em, right?" You command lightly, running your fingers through his hair and tugging lightly. Levi's jaw tightens and the soft blush painting his cheeks darkens significantly; the pleasure derived from the pain evident in his expression.

"Shit." His voice is hoarse, strained by the hours of teasing he's endured at your hands. He struggles to string a sentence together, mind hazy with lust, "I'll be good," Levi looks up at you, his intense silver orbs lidded and lips puckered and swollen; his harsh cheekbones look softened as his gaze begs you for more, "I'll be your good boy, just- please- please fucking touch me again."

Your hand returns to his length, pumping faster now as Levi writhes and shivers beneath you; the sound of his scattered breaths and flustered moans fill the room. The noises go straight to your core, intensifying your own arousal.

He tries to fuck into your fist, chasing the feeling that has him whining like a bitch in heat and writhing against his restraints. Levi's eyes flutter closed in his attempt to keep them open, jaw slack and hair messy, gods, how he loves being under your control. He often pondered how a man as demanding as himself could be brought to his knees so very easily; how a certain look from you could have his cock hardening and brain turning to a pile of submissive, slutty mush. Not right now though, the only thing the Captain could think about right now was the feel of your tight, gummy walls clenching around him while you use his cock.

"Fuck me, please-" His words are cut off by a gasp when your fingers dance over the tip, a low growl erupting in his chest afterwards as he attempts to keep his composure, "Please - please baby, wanna make you feel good too." Levi’s whole body is shaking with pure desire, goosebumps painting is pretty porcelain skin.

You comply, stepping back and undressing yourself in front of him. His mouth hangs open, a fire in his dark eyes that burns only for you. Levi tries to steady his breaths, but the sight of your naked form has his breathing staggered and cock twitching. "Gods," He groans, his tongue briefly wetting his lips as he shakes his head in disbelief, "I fucking need you."

Straddling his muscular form, you tease him once more; rubbing yourself against his length and watching as his gaze turns to one of ice. It's only now you see a glimpse of the man he is to everyone else, his expression that of a devil as a growl rips through his throat. Levi's desperation had never been so evident, rutting into you from below at an attempt of slipping inside, biting his lip so hard it looked as if it might tear.

"I swear to fucking god, if you don't- " You finally lower yourself onto his length and his ramblings are cut off by his own lewd whine, brows knitting together in the centre as the look on his face turns to one of pure ecstasy. His mind is swimming in pleasure, drunk off the feeling of your heat around him; he’s looking up at you with so much emotion that it stalls you, lost in his eyes momentarily before proceeding with the task at hand.

Slowly moving yourself up and down on his cock, you bask in the way he's shivering beneath you; his muscular chest rising and falling quickly as his breaths become more uneven. Levi's mumbling an array of praises and thank you's, his tone unrecognisable from the one that barks orders at you during the day. His voice is so soft, so gentle that if someone were to hear the two of you, they would never guess it was humanity’s strongest.

"Use me," Levi's lids squeeze shut briefly before his gaze is locking with yours, swallowing and taking a breath before he begins to beg, "Please, don't...stop. Use me, I’m yours." His eyes are wide, teary and doe like; blinking up at you with his pretty dark lashes.

You increase the speed of your hips, bouncing swiftly on his lap and rolling your body expertly above him. He groans when you pull his head back by his hair, his mouth hanging open and his eyes rolling back once again at the sweet combination of both pain and pleasure. It throws him over the edge unexpectedly and he cries out, "ngh- shit, oh fuck i'm gonna cum."

You smirk and tilt your head condescendingly, pouting a little and taking his jaw in your fingers so your eyes meet, "Can you hold on a little longer for me, hm? I know you can do it, Captain." The use of his title makes him tense up and he nods wildly, his raven locks bouncing as he bobs his head obediently. He squeezes his hands together behind his back as he holds off his impeding orgasm with all his might. He hisses through his teeth, biting down so hard on his lip that he tastes blood in an attempt to stall his ecstasy. You curse when you feel your own climax nearing and Levi's eyes widen at the realisation, a fire blazing in his chest at the thought of making you cum around his cock. He does what he can, rutting his hips up into your sweet spot and whining when he feels you tighten around him, "Please, baby,” Levi begs, his own cock pulsating with the need to fill you up, “I need to feel it - Need to feel you, mmm, ngh- Please, cum, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.”

Seeing Levi like this is as close to heaven as you'll get, the way he moans your name like a mantra and his sinful expression twists with pleasure is truly your nirvana. It sends you over the edge and you see white, blinded by the hot pleasure coursing through your veins. Just before you lose all cognitive thought to the ecstasy, you make sure to order Levi through your moans, "Cum for me, baby boy." You barely finish the command before Levi is filling you up, crying out and shivering uncontrollably beneath you. You’re both lost in the feeling, your mouth open in a silent scream and Levi’s wanton moans bouncing off the walls.

It feels like forever before you both come back down to Earth, your lids fluttering open. Levi's eyes meet with yours and a warm, rare smile spreads across his stony features; his gaze filled with admiration as he shifts his head to kiss your chest, your jaw, your cheeks. “Thank you, love,” He murmurs before pressing his lips lovingly against yours.

[luvv4j4ybe11]

✧ Summary~ you help so’lek out during his rut

✧ Warnings~ p in v, rut cycle, creampie, A/B/O elements (knotting), dom!so’lek, sub!reader, choking(kinda), dirty talk, praise,

✧ Translations~ Narlor-beautiful (visually), Yawntutsyìp-darling, little loved one,

You were collecting plants before you heard soft whimpers and grunts coming from the cave that was just a foot up ahead.

From where you were standing you could see the cave was lit up with bioluminescence of the fauna even though it was still light out. You could also catch a faint smell of who was in the cave; a male Navi, but you couldn’t pick up anything else.

Mindlessly you walk closer, the pheromones got stronger with every step , which gave you the chance to find out that the male in there was in rut.

When you reached the entrance of the cave his pheromones were almost overwhelming and…familiar too.

Before you can call out to him, he grabs you, pulling you into the brightly lit cave. He looked down at you hungrily, his eyes weren’t the same color as yours, they were orange, and in the right light they looked red. You study his form carefully, taking in how rapidly his chest rising and falling, the thin layer of sweat that covered his whole body, and how much he was leaking. So much that it dripped onto your thighs, just looking at him made your whole body hot. But you had to keep it together. No matter how much he was scaring you and making your loincloth unbelievably slick.

“So’lek?..” it was whispered and shakey, but he heard it. You could tell by the way his ears perked up. He doesn’t respond to you though, he just backs you up against the wall of the cave, so you had nowhere to run. Even if you did, you knew you wouldn’t make it very far without him catching you.

He trails his eyes up and down your body before doing the same with his hands. You yelp quietly at the touch, his hands felt like they were on fire, making you feel extremely sympathetic for him. “Need you to help me, Narlor.” His deep voice had chills of arousal running all over your body, and you knew he caught onto too because of how his nose twitched and his cock did the same against your thighs.

You wanted so desperately to give in and help him, you’ve been craving him like this ever since you two first met. But you had to rationalize, for your sake.“Lek’..I don’t think I should..I mean, we aren’t even ma-“ You started, but you were silenced by the growl that left his mouth and the feeling of being picked up and thrown over his shoulder.

His strong back was taking blow after blow from you, and his ears were being filled with all sorts of curses from you so he’d put you down. But all he did in return is laugh, he found your attempts comical. And even more so when he felt you huff in defeat, realizing you weren’t getting away from him.

He places you down onto a makeshift bed, crouching down slightly so he could look you in the eye. “You’ll help me, yes?” He questions, whole body still stiff and ridged from holding himself back. You took a minute to respond, thinking of all the reasons why you shouldn’t help him out, but with the way he was looking at you and how your body was responding before you could, you already knew what your answer was gonna be. And so did he.

You nodded your head eagerly while saying “yes” to him, giving him the go ahead to damn near rip your loincloth off and manhandle you onto your knees so your face was shoved into the mattress and ass was in the air. There’s a second of silence before you feel him lean down to leave sloppy kisses down your spine, stopping when his face reached your leaking cunt.

A low moan comes from him at the sight, before he reaches out to play with your puffy folds. “Mhm~ so pretty, yawntutsyìp..” he murmured softly as he pushed a finger into you, the tightness of your gummy walls around his finger made him grow impatient. And the pretty nosies that were coming from your plush lips weren’t making it any better.

You hear a small “I’m sorry, yawntusip..” after he pulls his finger out of you, but before you can question and complain to him you’re cut off by your own moan and the overwhelming feeling of his huge cock stretching you out, not giving you time to adjust as he pounds into your greedy pussy ruthlessly.

You could feel every ridge and vein of him, how much he twitched inside of you, how his tip perfectly aligned with your sweet spot. It drove you crazy. The coil in your stomach was unraveling quickly, quicker than you can warn him before you came all over him. He didn’t stop though, he didn’t even slow his pace. He just tightened his grip on your hips and kept using you. Not like you cared anyway.

The overstimulation was hitting you fast and hard, causing tears to blur your vision, instinctively your hand reaches behind you, lacing your fingers with his in search of comfort. “So’lek, please! I-mhm!~s’too much..I can’t..” you were blubbering nonsense at this point, body turning into mush the more he played with you. “Oh, but you’re being such a good girl for me. So just shut up and take it.” He demanded as he wrapped his arm around your neck before he lifting you up, placing his other hand on your waist to give him more leverage.

The new position has you seeing stars, he was somehow even deeper inside of you and hit your sweet spot even more directly. All of the sensations have your coil snapping once again, juices dripping onto the bed below you and adding to the obscene skin slapping nosies that filled the cave.

Soft moans and whimpers leave his lips when your pussy flutters around him, the feeling makes him push his knot in you instantly, spilling his warm, sticky cum all inside of your needy cunt. You almost scream when you feel his knot push into you, pain and pleasure running all over your body from it. And even more so when he bit down on your shoulder, unbeknownst to you that he was doing that to silence all the pretty noises that’d come from him.

He licks and kisses the wound as he rides out both of your highs, whispering sweet praises in your ear occasionally. You’re still a mess, the feeling of him still being inside of you overwhelming you slightly, but you eventually relax the more he calms you down.

Swiftly, he pulls you so your flush to his chest as he rests his body against the wall. You reach your hand behind you to cup the side of his face gently, making him turn his head to look down at you, “you feeling any better yet?” the orange haze of his eyes told you all that you needed to know, yet you asked anyway.

He turned his head to kiss and nibble at the skin of your hand, mumbling a small ‘mhm’ in response.

But you knew he was far from over with you.

A/N~ this is my very first So’lek fic so pls be nice to me😔 and also my first fic where I included a/b/o elements, so I hope I used everything in the right way bc I’ve always been a lil scared to write anything to do with a/b/o elements bc it’s a lil confusing to me and overwhelming😭 but regardless, I hope you guys enjoyed, stay safe and hydrated. Love you bbys💕

Duces🫶🏽,

luvv4j4ybe11

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[peetaslefttoe]

some sub!peeta x reader? ps: love your writing!!!!

warnings: smut, sub!peeta x f!reader, praise, degrading, mommy k1nk

summary: request above

author’s note: aww thank you sm :) i love this idea, i hope it’s what you imagined

Masterlist Pinned xx

“Hey darling,” you whispered, running a hand across Peeta’s firm chest before plopping down beside him on the couch.

“Mmm hi,” Peeta smiled sleepily.

“Watcha doing?” you murmured, admiring his soft expression.

“Waiting for you,” a slight smirk playing across his face. You meant forward pressing a soft kiss to his warm lips. He lifted his hand to your jaw pulling you back towards him.

“Ah ah,” you tutted playfully, pecking his nose. He pouted up at you. His eyes begging for you to envelope him in kisses. You bit back a moan at his eagerness for your mere touch. Leaning down you peppered his neck with kisses as he sighed. You nipped at his exposed skin, suckling and nibbling as you went.

“Please Y/N,” Peeta gasped, running a desperate hand through your hair.

“Please what baby?” you whispered, knowing exactly what he was begging you for. You felt him harden between your straddled form.

“Wanna feel you,” he whimpered shifting his hips beneath me.

“Be a good boy and stay still for me hm?” you said smiling at his pitiful attempt for contact. He nodded, looking up at you through his eyelashes with blown pupils. You kneeled down between his legs hooking your fingers and pulling his sweats down torturously slow. He whined as the soft material rubbed against his sensitive shaft. You moved to the top of his boxers, kissing along the waistband making Peeta shiver.

“Ah, what did I say about being still darling?”

“M sorry,” he whimpered pathetically. You decided you’d let him get away with it this once as you felt your pussy throb at his eagerness. You tugged at his shirt, he sat forward pulling it off. You licked up his torso, his warm skin setting your body on fire. As much as you wanted to drag this out the wetness between your legs was threatening to drip down your thighs and you couldn’t help the tightness in your stomach at the man laid out before you. You pulled his boxers down stopping to nibble and suck at his hips. You continued until his cock was revealed, you held in a groan at sight of his aching, dribbling length. You stood between his knees, taking off your shirt and panties, mentally thanking yourself for not wearing a bra today. Peeta took in a harsh breath at the sight of your naked figure.

“Please, I’ve been so good of you, please touch me mommy, please,” he whimpered, his fists digging into the couch as he tried to hold his hips in place as you’d asked. Your cunt fluttered at his words as you straddled him once more.

“Gonna make me feel good baby?” you asked, tilting your head in mock sympathy.

“M gonna be so good for you, gonna fuck you so well mommy,” he looked at you with puppy eyes, his hair strewn about. You reached between your legs cupping his heavy sack.

“So much cum just for me?”

“All for you mommy, wanna empty it all into your tight hole, hurts so bad,” he squeezed his eyes closed, grimacing. You reached a hand to his cheek, pressing a kiss to his lips as you slowly guided his thick length towards your dripping pussy.

“Yes yes yes!” Peeta chanted under his breath. You sunk down onto his pre-cum soaked cock, sighing as he stretched you.

“Oh my god-,” he squinted, throwing his head back against the couch.

“Who’s my dirty boy? Hm? Letting mommy fuck him like a useless slut?” you lifted you hips before ramming him back inside you.

“Me me, me mommy… can i please fuck you? Wanna make you feel good,” he whined, his chest heaving. You thought for a moment before nodding down at him. He moaned loudly before thrusting up into you roughly. He’d barely began before he was shuttering and whining.

“Gonna cum, please my balls are so full of milk for mommy,” you kissed him firmly on the lips, muttering a faint.

“Cum for me baby,” before nipping at his neck. He was thrown over the edge, shaking and mewling beneath you as he wildly pumped into you, filling you with his seed.

“Let me fuck you now baby, gotta get all that cum out,” you ordered, bringing his hands to grasp your tits. You held his broad shoulders as you pounded him quickly. You felt his length stroke your walls, your hole burning with the stretch of his thick cock.

“Rub my clit baby, make mommy cum on this filthy dick,” he groaned at your words, bringing a hand down to your sensitive spot and rubbing it wildly as the noise of your soaked pussy filled the room.

“Mommy mommy, I gotta cum again, real bad! Please please cum around me, wanna feel you tight pussy clench around me,” he begged, desperate words falling from his raw lips. You felt the knot in your stomach grow, threatening to snap as you felt his tip stroke your sweet spot with each drop of you hips.

“Make me cum Peeta, make me cum all over you,” you said breathlessly, grabbing his face. He rubbed your clit faster, keeping his eyes on you with an innocent expression as his cock drilled into you.

“Mommyyyy-,” he whined, his sack hitting you with each thrust. He kneaded your chest desperately, trying to hold back his orgasm. You felt yourself slipping over the edge, your legs shook and your walls quivered around him. He whimpered beneath you, fucking up into you as he rubbed at your heat. You moaned his name loudly as you came undone, he filled you with his warm cum as you rode him through his high. You slumped against his sweaty form, pecking at his cheeks and brushing his blonde locks from his eyes.

“Did I make mommy feel good?” he whispered.

“Made me feel so good baby, I missed you,” you press a kiss to the tip of his nose, running your hands up his chest.

[geekforhorror]

you ask for req you receive req

sub!sam but hella bratty and he keeps trying to dominate you just to get a rise out of you so he can be punished harder <3

play with fire

pairing: sam monroe x fem!reader

warning(s): SMUT (DNI IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), dom!reader, sub!sam, dirty talk, degradation, impact play, bdsm, bratty sam, use of handcuffs, etc.

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Currently, you were on top of your boyfriend who decided that he wasn’t going to obey today. He had been such a whore today and now that he got what he wanted, he decided that wasn’t good enough for him. He wanted more. You knew that’s what he wanted. To get a rise out of you, to push your buttons, to make you give him what he so desperately wanted. Safe to say, you weren’t having it at all. However, in some strange way, you coincidentally gave him exactly what he wanted. But at what cost? Perhaps his dignity.

A prime example of him trying to overpower you was guiding your hips faster back and forth. You smack his hand away the first chance you get and he successfully retreats.

“I don’t think so, slut. You have some nerve trying to make decisions when we both know I’m the only one who knows what’s good for a whore like you,” you grit.

“Can’t wait any longer,” he pleads.

“Trust me, I know, pretty boy. But bad sluts don’t get what they want, do they?” you tut.

“N-No they don’t…” he trails.

“Good to know you haven’t gone completely dumb on me yet, but you will,” you assure him. With that being said, you start to move on the bed, but not to sink on his dick. It was to retrieve the handcuffs resting on the nightstand that you didn’t bother moving from the last time he bratted out because you knew it wouldn’t be long until he misbehaved again. He wasn’t doing himself any favors by proving you right.

His grin widened and you noticed right away. There was a big look of disapproval plastered across your face and you drop the handcuffs faster than you picked them up.

“Oh I see what’s going on here… this is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“Maybe,” he muttered under his breath.

“I’m sorry what was that, baby? You’re going to have to speak louder than that.”

“Maybe…” Sam says clearly now.

“That’s what I thought… don’t have to be a bitch about it though,” you say as you roll your eyes.

“What are you going to do about it?” he challenges.

Oh hell no. That was your last straw. You thought he had pushed it before, but this really did it.

“All fours. Now,” you order.

He obliges with your demand for the first time tonight, which was new. Once he can’t see you anymore, you reach for the paddle hidden underneath your guys’ bed and place it onto the bed along with the recently discarded handcuffs. You had a wicked idea. One that would have him begging for your mercy. He would have to earn it after everything he’s done so far tonight.

You open the cuffs and firmly grab his wrists before placing them flush against his lower back and rotating them closed, rendering him helpless.

“Thought you weren’t gonna use those,” Sam says in a tone that you didn’t appreciate.

“Shut the fuck up, Sammy,” you say before you bring the paddle to the flesh of his ass and smack him with it. He stifles a yelp at the sudden stinging sensation. “You’re going to take what I give you and thank me for it, understood?” you say in response to his pathetic attempt to muffle his moan.

“Y-Yes,” he finally answers.

“Much better,” you say. Another harsh blow to his ass has his hips stuttering as he tries to obey his superior.

“Let’s make this a little more interesting, shall we? If you can count every single hit without making a fool out of yourself, I will blow you and you will be able to cum like the slut you are. Sound good, baby?” you ask, already knowing he wouldn’t be able to turn an offer like that down. Not in a million years. He frantically nods his head as expected and a grin spreads across your face.

You slam the wooden paddle once more, indicating the start of this little game with him.

Little did he know, he was in for a long and painful night.

[taylormarieee]

I'm gonna fold you like a christmas present -Day 1 Clapton Davis

Prompt: Clapton wants to fold you like a present...

Pairing: Clapton Davis x Fem!Black!Reader

Word Count: 979

Warnings: P in V sex, Sub/Dom dynamic, Desperate Clapton, Needy Reader, Impatient Reader, Jokes, Moaning and whimpering, Just Horny, Porn with Plot, Creampie, No protection, wrap it b4 you tap it fellas.

"CLAPTON!" You squeal running up to hug him. He turns around and smiles.

"My baby! Look at you." He says catching you and spinning you around.

You chuckle and kiss his neck. "You like it." You ask. He puts you down and motions with his fingers for you to turn around

You do a full 360 and he bites his lip. "Like it baby? I love it. You look sexy." He responds.

You playfully hit his arm, "Stop Clapton, your practically drooling." You say with a laugh.

"That's the whole point. You look like a snack and I'm ready to dig in." He says slithering his hands around your waist.

You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his lips. "Well... I have two more but if you really like this one then fine." You say.

He nods and stifles out an 'mhm' before going back to sit down on the bed.

He waits for you to get out of the bathroom so he can cuddle with you.

"Hurry up babe. I need you. That dress has me feeling a type of way." He yells out to you from the bedroom.

"So impatient I swear to god." You mutter under your breath, "Coming!" You yell out before rolling your eyes.

You finally get out and Clapton's already under the covers. "We better be cuddling and watching a movie Clapton, Christmas is tomorrow." You say walking out in his T-shirt and underwear.

"Oh we're gonna do something better than that princess." He says with that mischievous smirk on his face.

You pause because you know that smirk all to well. You watch as he moves his index finger to motion you over.

You walk over with a groan and lay next to him. He moves you on top of him so he can see you better.

"Baby... I wanna try something new if that's ok?" He asks all sweet and innocent but you know what he's about to ask isn't sweet or innocent.

"What is it Clapton?" You ask slightly annoyed yet intrigued. He slides you off his lap, and puts you in a missionary position.

He then lifts your knees up to your chest and bends down to whisper in your ear.

"This position. I'm gonna fold you like a christmas present." He whispers seductively.

You squirm and try to press your thighs together but his strong arms keep them wide open.

"Look who's impatient now." Clapton says with a smirk on his face. You roll your eyes and continue to push him off you.

He shakes and kisses you roughly. His spit on the top of your lip as he slips his tongue past your bottom lip.

You moan into his mouth and grip the hem of his t-shirt. He lifts it off his broad shoulders and slides his warm hand up your waist.

"Clapton please..." You whimper.

"Shh baby I know." He whispers in your ear. He slides your underwear down and does the same with his pants and boxers.

He lines himself up with your entrance. You jerk your hips forward to try and hurry up this process but Clapton just sucks his teeth and shakes his head.

"Gotta be patient baby." He says slowly sliding into you. He waists no time pounding into you.

He grunts as he he picks up his pace. You scream out in surprise before gripping his back.

"Hold onto your legs baby, Yea just like that. You want me to fuck you like a whore?" He asks.

You nod and whine as he continues to pound into your pussy. You feel hhot as your face gets warmer and burns.

Your insides are on fire in this positing but it feels good. It feels like Clapton is all in your stomach.

His dick piercing your walls. Sliding in and out. You cry out at the feeling of such beautiful pleasure.

"Fuck me just like that Clapton!" You cry out. He grunts as he continues to pound into you at a rapid pace.

"Yea, I'll fuck you just like this all the time baby." He responds. Your pussy clenches at the thought of being in this position again.

"Clapton i-m- ugh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" You moan out. He rubs your clit.

"Beg baby! Beg for it. You want it? So beg princess." He orders. You obey, "Please Clapton! I want it badly! Please let me cum! Please!"

He nods and smirks, "Look at you. A mess for me! Begging to cum liek the little slut you are. Making a mess all on my cock like a good girl." He responds.

He kisses you roughly while continuing his torture on your clit.

"Cum baby. Cum for me. Look at how drunk you are off my cock." He says smirking.

You cum all over his chest and his cock. Your orgasm ripping through you. You shake and convulse at the intensity of your orgasm.

"Oh fuckkkk!" You cry out. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. Claptons thrusts get sloppier.

"I'm gonna cum in this pretty tight pussy. You want that?" He asks. His eyes also roll back to the feeling of his orgasm approaching.

"Yes! Please cum inside me!" You allow him to cum inside you so he does.

His seed painting your velvet walls white. He goans and slams his cock into you two more times before laying still.

He makes sure his body weight isn't fully pressed on you. You pull Clapton close before kissing his cheek.

"I loved that, we should do that again sometime." You say with a weak smile on your face.

"Same time tomorrow?" He jokes. You playfully hit his arm before laughing.

He kisses you sweetly before drifting away in your embrace. his hands rub your thighs to make sure your ok.

You slowly drift to sleep with him between your legs.

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[atopvisenyashill]

why do you think jonsa is happening tho? jonerys is different bc they are going to be enemies, but i don’t see what jonsa does for the story

so let me first lay out roughly what i think is going to happen should jonsa become canon. I personally love going down meta and graphic spirals, so I'm including links to other people’s theories/explanations/graphics of events too - also I would like to shout out @istumpysk because half these metas and gifsets were stuff I found on their blog initially, and also was the one who really convinced me that jonsa is less of a crackship and more of a contender for an actual canon theory, and from there i really found my niche in this fandom. specifically this meta about jon being the mummer's dragon is what pulled me out of my "we're never getting twow and if we do it's just gonna be that stupid dany has jon's magical baby while tyrion watches, then they all die theory" slump and lit my brain on fire again. let's goooo:

The Ashford Tourney Theory - Something Shady goes down at the tourney Petyr has planned that requires Sansa to make a quick getaway, and likely causes her to run into Brienne while fleeing. This theory for me is about hinting at Sansa's romantic future, allies, and how she's getting the hell out of the Vale: both the dark haired, Not Targ Looking Targ Prince that is the son of A Great Prince That Never Was being her romantic endgame but also it's about Brienne (/Dunk) getting her the hell out of there and becoming Sansa's number one ally and protector (with Sansa's number two being Bronze Yohn!! But he's not fleeing with her - if he helps her get out of the Vale, it'll be to cause a distraction or a fight so Sansa can slip away unnoticed. Bronze Yohn is coming with the knights of the Vale later to help defend his girl!).

The Girl In Grey - Out of options on where to go, Sansa & Brienne makes a long, fast, and dangerous trek to the only family she knows is still alive: Jon Snow at the Wall. No, I don't think Alys Karstark is the girl in grey on a dying horse; I think she's a red herring, the same as the scene where Sweetrobin destroys the snow castle, and that the real girl in grey (who slays the savage giant) is Sansa. Melisandre says that she sees "Jon's sister" but doesn't specify more than that, or how she knows it's Jon's sister, even - why would she assume Alys is Jon's sister and not some random Northern girl? Why was she so sure that it was his sister? It's because Alys isn't the girl in grey, it's Sansa, her horse dying because she's traveled halfway across the continent with Brienne and Pod, desperately trying to keep ahead of the dozens of people hunting her down.

The Blood of Winterfell - Sansa and Jon will reclaim winterfell together. This one is similar to above; just like Alys was a red herring, the scene where Sansa rebuilds the castle has a lot of foreshadowing (imo) but that isn't the moment in the prophecy Arya hears. The Savage Giant is Littlefinger, the castle of snow is Winterfell, and Sansa is going to liberate her home alongside Jon and what's left of the Northern lords.

Stone and Snow Remains - THIS is where Sansa and Jon will fall in love while fighting for the North. This is also the part where you lose a lot of people, because they think the evidence is real weak sauce but like, I also think the Jonerys "evidence" is weak af too (and no wonder, we have at minimum 2k pages left to get through!!). There's several believed foreshadowing points to this one, bare with me for this weird ass formatting because I can't do sub bullet points on tumblr:

1. Sansa's linking of snow with love and affection - "drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover’s kisses, and melted on her cheeks...She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams." along with her snow maiden and snow knight.

2. Bael the Bard and the Rose of Winterfell - the chapter where Sansa gets her period for the first time, Cersei refers to it as “flowering” a dozen times, linking being a maiden (a young girl, not quite of age or just barely of age) to flowers and several people refer to sex as ~plucking. Also notice the one who stole her from KL is Lord BAELish.

3. Aemon the Dragonknight & Queen Naerys - Sansa compares herself to Naerys, Joffrey to Aegon, and wishes for an Aemon, among the many similarities between her life and Naerys'. Jon not only calls himself Aemon, he has a deep connection with a different Aemon Targaryen. And if you’re thinking “Sansa isn’t Naerys, X is Naerys” I would remind you that Sansa as a character existed first, George purposefully had her compare herself to Naerys, and parallels don't belong to just one character.

4. Jenny of Oldstones and The Prince of Dragonflies - there's honestly a lot of parallels between them but like the Aemon/Naerys parallel, the Jenny/Duncan one stands out to me.

5. Janos Slynt - I mean. Iconic. This was the scene that made me first think about what their relationship could be in the future and there’s a reason Jonsas fixate on it. It’s about Sansa being desperate for a hero and the hero she dreamed about being Jon the whole time. 6. Societal Alienation - There's the bastard parallels here, the "it would be so sweet to see him again", the "Winterfell belongs to my sister, Sansa." It's about how Jon, through circumstances of his birth, finds himself alienated from the rest of society and reconnects with his prim and proper sister Sansa, who finds herself alienated from the rest of society as well but for vastly different reasons.

Robb’s Will - Howland is going to show up in the North, along with Maege and Galbert, with some WILD news about why Jon can’t rule Winterfell. There’s a lot of contention around this. Bran probably shows up around this time too, and Arya gets to the Riverlands to discover Lady Stoneheart and give her the gift of mercy. This is where all the inheritance stuff is going to happen and I have no idea how it's going to go down besides it's going to be messy as all fuck.

The Pact Of Ice And Fire - Jon & Sansa get secret married bc they’re in love, not siblings, & jon is the only man she trusts not to steal her claim. This isn't the only possible foreshadowing instance of a marriage either - some believe the Sandor/Sansa scene during the Battle of the Blackwater is foreshadowing as well (personally I feel that's a bit of a stretch but I wanted to include it anyway).

Jon As An Envoy - I talked about this in my "what's Jon's ending" a little but I believe Jon will act as an envoy for either Sansa or Bran to Aegon VI, essentially playing out a similar story that he does in the show with Daenerys. By which I mean, Jon is not the King because the ruler themselves do not go as an envoy, that’s stupid and dangerous, but he goes as an ambassador for Sansa or Bran, to treat with a new claimant to the Iron Throne that is gaining support - Aegon VI & Jon Connington. They will probably clash, Jon will probably have yet another identity crisis, there had BETTER be gay incest subtext, then Aegon dies, and Jon has his sixth quarter life crisis in a row.

“King” of the Gift - again, something I touched on in my Jon meta is that I think he’s going to have a hand in resettling the Gift. Personally, I think it's likely that Jon leaves to protect the claims of his siblings (see: Duncan and Jenny) and goes to the Gift to help resettle it to keep out of the way. This ending is typically referred to as the "bael the bard" ending but i like to think of it as the "brandon's gift" ending instead - though he is not physically with his family, Jon feels fulfilled having confirmed his family loves him through reclaiming Winterfell and marrying Sansa, being reunited with Arya, and being given the Gift by Bran. Sansa claims her children were fathered by a wolf.

So…what does all this do for the story?

Well, in my opinion, several things.

I think the main barrier here is that most people in the greater fandom describe Sansa's story as ~growing past childish wants~ and Jon's as ~rejecting love~ and I do not agree with either of those takes even a little bit. This is where (imo) the dividing line between Jonsas and the rest of the fandom is. I don’t think the answer to Sansa’s question “will anyone ever marry me for love” is going to be “nah" - that's not just a sad story to me (wanting to be married isn't childish! craving intimacy and understanding isn't childish! it's also not wrong for a child to be childish!), I think the idea that Sansa (or Jon) will not find another love just doesn't line up with how George approaches his story. Who Sansa's husband will be has been such a big question, and her story is so heavy into the more romantic tropes like courtly love and chivalry and the line between politics and love and identity, that the question of Sansa's hand in marriage will be plot relevant. I also think it's kinda naive of people to pretend like George isn't very interested in the sexual dynamics of the characters he writes about (yeah, sure, no woman needs a man but "needing a man" is not what this is about. look at everything this man wrote in F&B and tell me he is going to write a female character that longs for sex and desire and doesn't get it!).

After AGOT, nearly every time Sansa thinks about marriage involves her longing for love but believing she will never get it because a man will only ever love her for her claim. Giving her a man - like Jon - who not only will not steal her claim and in fact has defended it twice over already, who will love her for who she is and not what she can give him, is a really important aspect of her story in my opinion.

As for Jon, I am even more firmly against the opinion that his story is about rejecting love; Jon’s story is about wanting to be a good man, to measure up to his father ~despite~ his bastard blood. When Aemon asks if Ned would choose honor over love and Jon stubbornly says yes, Jon is wrong and it’s important to not forget that. Ned has never once in his entire life chosen honor over love; he chooses his daughter’s life over his honor, he chooses his sister & her son’s life over honor, he chooses Arya & Nymeria over honor, and on and on!!! Ned chooses love at almost turn but none of his children know that just yet - look at Robb choosing Jeyne’s honor over his own and how upset he is at the idea that Ned would be disappointed despite the fact that Ned would have understand Robb’s decision! Jon's whole arc is tied up in realizing that it is not wrong or dirty to feel and choose love, passion, and desire and if he never has another romantic arc again, I think you lose the second part of that lesson which is "you are responsible for how you act when you feel love but that doesn't mean that simply choosing love makes you a bad person."

There's also the fact that George has talked a lot about "who lives, who dies, who gets married" and yet we have not one marriage at the end of the show AND there's not a lot of guesses at what "who gets married" means besides Jon/erys (and even if Jonsa doesn't happen, I simply do not see Jon/erys happening. they are not similar enough, they will not be in the same space for long enough, and they are on wildlly different trajectories for their story, they are not getting married let alone having sex). I think Jonsa fits that bill very well.

These various theories - from Sansa being queen, Jon living in exile, The Ashford Tourney Theory, the secret marriage, every one of them - are ideas and themes that I have really been thinking about for about 12 years now. I think Jon and Sansa's relationship could fit with the themes in their stories, the overarching themes in the books, and my own personal opinions. I think it gives George a great opportunity to delve into the courtly love aspects he enjoys so much, as well as delve into inheritance, legacy, legitimacy, honor, incest (yes, that too), and above all, what George himself has said the whole series is about - love. The human heart in conflict with itself is what I think Jon and Sansa as a romantic couple does for the series.

[k1ngpin42]

pls can u write sub abby? thank u ❤️❤️❤️

ofc :) Here you go.

𝓢𝓾𝓫𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓐𝓫𝓫𝔂

Warnings: Oral (giving), public, fingering, restraints, thigh riding, scissoring, hickeys, v!brator 

Your relationship with Abby had been mostly smooth flowing. The heat when the two of you were in the same room would be enough to light an island on fire. However, you two would fight sometimes. Whether it was one too many early days, one too many late nights or one too many days of having fucked up things happen, the consequences would involve driving either one of you insane, an insanity that you would take out on each other. 

This fight was different though, it was the longest you had gone without speaking during your entire relationship thus far. You had done something risky on patrol to protect yourself and the others in your group and almost died in the process. Instead of Abby welcoming you back, saying “I’m so happy you’re not dead, my love.” She yelled at you, said some really mean things, the underlining message being that she didn’t trust you to go out without her. 

Not only this, but rather than simply not talking, Abby would constantly act petty and arrogant. She flirted with some guy in the gym in front of you, she took your favourite weapon on her assignment, she messed up the apartment, she started rumours about you, and whenever you tried to apologise or approach her about it, she’d ice you out. You didn’t understand why she was doing this. What the fuck was wrong with her? You risk YOUR life and SHE’S mad?? It just doesn’t fucking add up.

You decide to just ignore her for once and instead of heading back to your apartment, you go to the bar instead.

“I’ll get vodka please, just give me like 5 shots.” You explain to the bartender, a blonde guy on duty who you were somewhat friends with.

“You got the machine parts you owe me?” He teased. You stare at him blankly.

“Dude, I’m ordering 5 shots of vodka, today is not the day.” He sighs and grabs the glasses, pouring the clear liquid into each. 

You turn your head at the sound of that smooth voice you so love. It was Abby. Was she following you now?

You turn your head away before she can face you and instead you face the bartender, leaning in to him.

“Please go along with this for me.” You whisper. He looks confused but complies.

“Oh my god your hair is SO soft…” You say, playing with the top layers of his hair. He nods

“I got something that isn’t soft.” He says, and you need to physically restrain yourself from laughing.

It’s convincing enough for Abby, though, who disregards the conversation she’s having and walks over to you, sitting next to you at the bar. You ignore her, continuing to “flirt” with the man.

“You really gonna make me pay for these drinks?” You ask him with doe eyes. He shakes his head, leaning in to you.

“You can pay me in a different way.” Abby stands up harshly. 

“Back the fuck up, she’s with me.” Abby spits. He goes over to some other people and pours them drinks, not wanting to be involved further.

“The fuck I am, you haven’t spoken to me in nearly a month.” You tell her. She lets out a deep sigh followed by a desperate and crooked smile.

“I uh…guess I was kind of a dick, huh?”

“Abby…you made me feel like shit. In fact, leave me alone, I was having a nice conversation before you arrived.”

“Oh please, he’s not your type.” Abby says simply. You shove her, getting off your chair. 

“Like you’d fucking know.”

“He’s a man, baby, there’s no way he can please you like I can.”

“Hmm, well. I guess we’ll see.” You say with a confident smirk as you approach the blonde gentlemen again. Abbys face shifts into panic mode as she stumbles towards you, grabbing your wrist.

“Wait, wait, please…please I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“Talk. Why the fuck have you been such a prick?”

“I don’t know. I guess it was easier than…admitting how fucking scared I was. You could have died and it pissed me off, I have a right to be mad when you do reckless things.”

“No. You would have done the same, don’t give me that bullshit.” You turn away again.

“Wait I- I love you.” She says. You feel heat warm your cheeks and neck, but you say nothing, you just dwell in this feeling for a while. Then, finally, you face her.

🎀𝓼𝓶𝓾𝓽🎀

“Come with me.” You direct her out into a hall and slam her against the wall with your full body strength. She lets out a surprised gasp and you immediately shove your tongue into her throat. It’s only several minutes later when you’re both gasping for air that you pull away.

“You were such an idiot Abby. I’m going to teach you to talk to me next time you have a problem.” She nods, eyes still on the floor. You get down on your knees and she anxiously looks around. You just smirk confidently. “There’s people….” Abby breathes out. You get back up to her height and tilt your head, unimpressed.

“Did I say you could talk?” She shakes her head and you return to your knees, pulling her pants down to her ankles. You suck on the soft part between her muscles on her large thighs, leaving a purple mark in its wake. 

“Got something to say to me?” You ask her, looking up into her blue eyes. She exhales, sharply. 

“I…ugh, fuck….I’m sorry.” 

“Oh yeah? How much?” You ask, pulling her underwear down too. She lets out a deep, shaky breath.

“I’m so-“

“Don’t tell me. Show me.” You command, inserting a finger roughly into her and then tonguing in between her folds. She lets out a moan which was unmistakably stifled. You stop and stand up again.

“The fuck was that?” You ask, harshly. She looks embarrassed. 

“I know I deserve this it’s just…there’s people around-“

“You’re right, you do deserve this, and in case I wasn’t clear before, if you don’t do what I say I’ll stop, and that will be a worse fate for you than any of these insignificant losers hearing how good I fuck you.” 

Abby is speechless at your words. In any regular context, she could pin you down with one hand and fuck you with the other, making you cum in only a matter of moments. This wasn’t anything like that. It was intimate in a way she almost didn’t recognise. The craving for each other’s touch was second to no other desire in the world, the possessiveness and clear control you had over her, the control she let you have, it was turning her on in ways she didn’t expect and that her brain couldn’t fully comprehend. And now you were licking, sucking and spitting on her cunt while that one fucking finger explores her tight hole. What a fucking tease, tasting her like it’s the best thing you’ll ever taste and all while only a few footsteps away from other WLFS.

“S’ good baby~ oh fuck…” She moans, her voice deep. You smile into her cunt, increasing the pace as you circle her clit with your tongue. It felt good to have her back, that girl made you feel crazy in the best way possible.

“Mmmph…mm so…close” You remove your tongue and add another finger, circling the upper walls of her cunt. She lets out a small whimper, so quiet you almost didn’t hear it. Abby certainly wished you didn’t, cause you were definitely gonna tease her about it later.

“Aw, close already baby? Who knew you were so easy to please?” She rolls her eyes.

“Shut- Mmmm” She lets out a pornographic moan when you insert a third finger into her throbbing pussy. 

“You’re not in control of me today. In fact, you belong to me, say it.”

“N…o” Abby tried, her eyes rolling back along with her head. Your thrusting becomes harder.

“Don’t make me ask you again.”

“O-okay okay fuck…I belong to yo-” You put your tongue in her one final time and it’s all it takes to push her over the edge. 

“mmm!” She cums harshly, gripping onto your hair as she does so. Instead of letting her revel in the sensation and watching her face as she returns to reality, you keep the pressure on her, your pace relentless. 

“What are you d- oh my f— fuck stop st- mmmmm oh fuck-“ She cries, bucking her hips into you and consequently thrusting her cunt further into your mouth. Her back arches and her moans are getting louder now.

“OH F- fuck baby stop I’m so f-fucking sensitive-“ You didn’t give a fuck. The sounds she made when your tongue and your tongue alone explored and pleasured her in ways no one else could was like ecstasy and you could get drunk off the sound of it. 

“MMM PLEASE PL- mmm” Abby whined. You really did love her too, but she didn’t need to know that quite yet. 

“I-I…” You want to laugh. Abby fucking Anderson, WLF soldier, bulkier and stronger than most men, whimpering over her pussy getting licked by a girl. It was cute, adorable really.

“Gonna c-“ She couldn’t finish that sentence, didn’t need to, you could tell from the way her muscles tensed, how her thighs pressed against your face and glistening slick poured onto it.

“Mmm…” Abby hums as she cums a second time, her swollen cunt not getting a break. 

You decide to go up this time, after all you would probably require oxygen at some point. This wasn’t going to stop here though.

“Bedroom.” Is all you say as you shove her back and make your way to your room, letting her swiftly pull her pants back up and gather herself before making her way past the main hall to the dorms. Almost everyone looked at the two of you and were actively avoiding eye contact. Fuck, they definitely heard.

You both hurried to the room and you jump on her, pushing her back onto the bed. You kiss her passionately, the taste of Abby lingering in both of your mouths. 

“Stay here and take all your shit off.” You say, turning away from the awe-struck Abby. She’s not sure whether to be impressed, embarrassed, turned on or all 3, but she does as you say, removing her shoes, shirt, jeans and already drenched underwear. You walk over to her bag and grab out a metal pair of handcuffs. She’s gonna look so fucking good in them, you can’t help but think.

You walk over to her, not showing her the handcuffs yet. She’s wearing your favourite one of her bras and you can’t help but admire her. 

“Put your arms up.” You say. Her large, muscular fucking arms.

When she does this, you grab her hands and pull them down, putting the handcuffs on her tightly and  cuffing her to the bed frame. Fuck, she was a site for sore eyes.

She looks beyond shocked as she moves her arm, trying to see if she was really constrained. 

“Remember the safe word?” You ask. She rolls her eyes.

“This is so fucking embarrassing.” 

“Do you want me or not?”

“…yes.” Abby admits. You smile, sitting on her hips.

“Then let me take you the way I want.” You say, sucking on her stomach and leaving a silky trail of saliva over her chest. Then, you unclip her bra, throwing it onto the floor. Your eyes widen at the side of her soft tits and hard nipples, just waiting eagerly to be sucked. You do so and she lets out a gasp.

“Mmnn” You keep going, running circles of her nipples. Then, you move down to the lower part of her breast and suck so hard it leaves a pretty red mark there. 

“So pretty for me.” You  say, and she’s to embarrassed to reply.

You grab a vibrator from the side table, it’s a pretty, pink, rechargeable one that you always used when Abby wasn’t around. She gasps at the site of it and tries to free herself from the cuffs and you just smile at her efforts. You put the lower part into her and rest the top part on her clit. You turn it on medium pulse and stand up, taking off your pants but leaving your panties on, They’re pretty, pink lace ones that Abby would ordinarily rip from your body with her teeth. The now defenceless Abby, however, watched you, entranced and desperate as you position yourself on her thigh, wrapping your arms around her neck and moving yourself slowly up and down her thigh.

“Take them off….” Abby sighs, not wanting to admit to you or herself how good the vibrator felt. You start sucking on her neck as hard as you can while still moving your hips on her thigh.

“Where are your manners Abs?” You tease. She sighs again. 

“Please?” You take off your shirt, revealing a matching bra. She leans over to kiss them but is returned to the reality of her restraints. Deciding to tease her further, you suck on her breasts again, adding a matching mark to her other tit. She looks infuriated, like she would rail the shit out of you if she could. But she can’t, and that made it so much better.

“Oh fuck~” Abby moans quietly, enjoying the vibrators pulse. You put your hand inside her and turn up the setting and she’s immediately crying out.

“Fuck, fuck wait p-please.” 

“You didn’t talk to me for a month.” You say, rolling your hips over her thighs. Fuck it felt good, too.

“Sorry.” Abby breathes out as the vibrator danced inside her. You lean in more so the top part of your clit can really savour its favourite sex toy, her muscular thighs.

“You flirted with a man at the gym”

“You flirted with a man at the…oh f-fuck…the bar…” She says. She put a hand on her throat, squeezing tightly. 

“The only word out of your mouth should be sorry, or had you forgotten.”

“Sorry….” She moans. You’re pretty close now too and you keep moving up and down.

“You messed up the apartment.” You exclaim and Abbys eyes shut tight.

“I’m gonna-“

“Shut the fuck up. You made me feel like an idiot.”

“S—sorr-oh god.” Abby cries, and the sight of her cum dripping out of her pussy was picture worthy, something you would never forget.

You don’t turn it off though, not yet, and now she’s whimpering in a way you were sure would give you and eargasm. 

“You’re so sexy in cuffs Abigail.” You say, and the flustered, bulky woman squirms.

“God Abby hold still.” You say, putting all your body pressure onto her thigh to stop her movements as you thrust up on her thigh, letting yourself orgasm too. After about another minute of her whimpering, you finally turn off the vibrator, holding her face and kissing it.

“F…forgive me now?” She asks. You think for a second, but there’s one more thing you still have to try.

“Almost.” You say, taking off your underwear and bra. She doesn’t have the chance to speak even if she could.

“Need to feel all of you. You explain, putting your legs over hers and positioning your clits together.

“It’s too soon we just-“ 

“You’ve got one more in you Abby, I know it.” You comfort her as you start rocking your hips. She lets out a low grumble sound and moves her head back, her long, soft braid falling over her shoulder. 

“What was that thing you said before?” You ask over her pretty little moans. She’s flushing crimson at this point.

“You’re asking n…now mm~” She lets out. You moan too, fuck it felt amazing, you could feel the combined heat and wetness, you could hear the sweet sounds, it wouldn’t be long now.

“Mmm fucking say I-it….” You moan, gripping onto one of her biceps. 

“L…love you” She whimpers. You move faster.

“I…fuck I love you.” She breathes. Faster. “I….fucking….love….you” She manages as every inch of her fades away and you are left with just the feeling of your sweat and cum soaked bodies. You grab the key from beside you and unlock the cuffs, smiling at her.

“Well you could have just said that, I love you too.” You mock. She rolls her eyes, pinning you down below her. 

“You are fucking trouble.” She says, kissing you passionately. 

[strgrlxox]

༒ everybody here wants you༺

✟ ꙳ can’t help it, i’m inlove w sub!abby she’s so big and beefy but ik she’d be so good ❞¸

+ ¸ ❞ ib :: everybody here wants you ,, jeff buckley ꙳ ✟

you knew abby didn’t mean to. it wasn’t her intention to be so clueless, she couldn’t help how oblivious she could be. you knew that.

if she thought for even a second that that girl wanted to do the things you got to do to her…abby wouldn’t have thought twice about letting her know that she was happily taken. but she didn’t think, she let that girl climb all over her.

abby was confused at your abrupt desire to go back home but she complied anyway, sending quick goodbyes to all of your friends. but when saying her farewell to that girl who wanted to be you so badly, she called her by name. only adding fuel to your emergent fire. 

she’d learn her lesson, you’re making sure of that. despite knowing abby didn’t mean it, you couldn’t help but smirk at the way she was already mewling at your teasing. god, how you loved having her whimpering underneath you…where she belonged. 

“oh, fuck.” it’s the first tangible thing she’s said in the last hour. you moan against her core because she always sounds so good when she’s so far gone. 

abby’s hips buck into your face. “shit––baby, i’m sorry.” she blinks up at you, and god, she looks so pretty. “you just feel so good.”

you begin to smile at how cute she is but you find yourself unable to satiate your growing jealousy when you remember the way that girl had her hands all over your abby. the way she stood on her tip-toes to whisper in her ear. you suck at her clit, hard then soft––loving the way her taste melted on your tongue.

“how did you get so good at that?” she mewls, clinging to the bed sheets so hard her fingers cramp and her knuckles turn white. “how are you so damn good?”

“my poor girl.” it’s all she can do to slump in your unfaltering hold and just watch you, the way your mouth devours her, and the way your eyes watch her every reaction. you licked and sucked at her like she was your life source and she fucking loved it. she wanted nothing more than to shut her eyes and marvel at the feeling of your tongue but she forced them open, knowing you liked it when she watched you.

“aw fuck––’m gonna cum…can i cum please, baby?” she whines, sounding so pretty when she begs for you. so desperate to feel your mouth on her again. “i’ll be so good.” 

you hum, kissing her lower stomach and the simple gesture makes her shudder. 

“you wanna be good?” you ask, not needing to look at her to know she was nodding her head vigorously. “tell me…what was her name?”

abby’s brows furrowed, her chest heaving. “what?”

“that girl you were letting flirt with you all night, what was her fucking name?”

“i don’t––i can’t, fuck.” her legs shake and you know she’s so close to her release. you almost want to be nice and let her cum…almost. you pull away, stilling your fingers, relishing in the sound of her pretty sobs. 

“what was her name?”

she’s panting, sweat and tears staining her cheeks.“i don’t remember.” she reaches for you but her hands are quickly swatted away. “i’m trying to think, but it’s only you.”

she’s barely making sense and it makes you smile, knowing that only you could have this effect on her. “only me, huh?”

she nods again, a long whine piercing her throat. “i’m only yours.”

“good girl.” she smiles despite her how pent up she is, loving your praise. “cum for me, sweet thing."

[saejinniestar]

Liar, Liar

"Liar, liar, don't start a fire, burn it all down but we're only getting higher."

Yandere!Yeonjun x sub!Beomgyu x sub!reader.

Tags: A little dark, TW Yandere, unprotected(Protection!!) Daddy kink, fingering(fem and male rec.) breeding, feminization(male rec.), TW mind break, anal(male rec.) aphrodisiacs, M/M action, getting high, toys, Beomgyu knew about this and all consented.

Note: I'm trying some things based on what I've seen and read, in no way is this copying anyone. Just trying based on what I want to work on. Proofread by Mae, well, I consider it proofread.

It was a small Tuesday afternoon, the sun was out, the clouds were out, the birds chirping, the trees swaying, everything was perfect. You were out walking with your boyfriend Beomgyu, holding on to his hand. You both smiled as you walked down the sidewalk. You then grabbed your keys and opened the door to your house when suddenly you both were pulled in and thrown to the ground.

When you opened your eyes, you were tied to a chair in your basement, Beomgyu right next to you. You couldn't see anything, you both were blindfolded. Suddenly you felt someone grab your jaw, opening your mouth and making you swallow a strange liquid, same with Beomgyu. The aphrodisiac made quick work with getting you heated up and bothered. Then, the person made you swallow the same liquid. Your core was dripping, skin burning, your mind not working properly. Beomgyu was no different, hard and needy. The person then took the rope off and started taking off your shirt, watching as you sat helplessly, he pulled off your shorts too, shoes and socks off as well. The person got behind you, one of his hands going inside your soaked underwear and the other inside your bra, feeling you all over. The person took both garments off and left you naked on the chair. They moved onto Beomgyu, taking everything off of him.

When you opened your eyes, you saw him, the person who kidnapped you. Beomgyu saw him as well. He grinned at you both, holding in his hand a pair of handcuffs. He grabbed your left and Beomgyu's right hand and cuffed them together. He picked up the both of you and laid you on the bed. The bed you had for no reason down here. He then touched your waist, you kicking him away. "Get your hands off me!" You growled at him, angry with the whole situation. He looked down at you, displeased with your behavior. "If you behave like this, you'll never get this done and over with, can I continue?" You sighed and nodded, Beomgyu doing the same. "Good, I'm gonna need both of you on the same page here." He then grabbed the glowing purple liquid, pouring it on his fingers. He then pressed his finger into your cunt, he put another finger in, spreading the aphrodisiac all over. That’s when you felt it, your mind shocked over the feeling. You weren’t in your right mind anymore, your hole desperately needing something inside. You were squirming around until you weren't. High out of your mind, looking at Yeonjun with blurry eyes. He pressed his finger inside of you, feeling as you clenched around him. He pressed another finger, listening to you cry for him. He tried pulling his fingers out but you wouldn't let him. "Don't worry darling, gonna fill you up again."

He moved over to Beomgyu, also using the same liquid to make him pliant and submissive. Fingering Beomgyu to full hardness. Beomgyu let out a cry as Yeonjun hit the spot that made him feel good. You pulled Yeonjun towards you, trying to hump his hand. He slapped your cunt, scolding you for being so needy. "If you keep behaving like this, I'm not gonna breed this needy cunt." He moved back to Beomgyu, pulling down his pants and taking out his dick. He entered Beomgyu slowly, Beomgyu sighing blissfully and whimpering for Yeonjun. Yeonjun bent down, licking and biting all over his chest. He went higher, marking up his neck and collar bone. Ending at his lips, kissing them gently, making Beomgyu's head spin. "Ah~... Yeonjun.... Mmmh, daddy please breed me!" Beomgyu begged, desperately wanting more. "Don't worry princess, daddy's gonna get you pregnant soon." Yeonjun thrusted more, stopping and spilling into Beomgyu's needy hole. Beomgyu came as well, squirting just for Yeonjun. "Did so good for me princess, gonna make sure you have my babies."

Yeonjun then moved onto you, bottoming out quickly. You came the second he filled you up. Moaning out his name, quickly getting overstimulated. He continued thrusting in and out of you. "Beomie was a good girl, let's hope you are too." You nodded, moaning out a thank you. Yeonjun grabbed onto your tits, watching your head fall back. He watched as you came a second time, squirting for him as well. He then stilled his hips, coming inside you. He filled you up, making sure there was no room for error. He bent down and gave you a kiss, wrapping his tongue around yours. He then grabbed a towel off the side of the bed, wiping you and Beomgyu off. He grabbed the box from under the bed and took out a large vibrator that was double sided. He put one side in your core and the other in Beomgyu's hole. He left upstairs, hearing your moans and Beomgyu's whimpers.

Once he came down, there you both were. Holding each other's hands, sticky white covering your lower halves. He pulled out the vibrator, taking you up to take a bath, when he put the soap towel to your body, you took it out of his hands, pressing his hand to your cunt. "No baby, I'm washing you up." You whined, sitting as he washed you. He then got you dressed, and put you to bed. He carried Beomgyu, putting him in the bath. As he scrubbed him, Beomgyu moaned and nuzzled against Yeonjun. When he dried off Beomgyu, he held onto Yeonjun, wrapping his legs around Yeonjun's hips. Yeonjun put his pajamas on, laying down next to Beomgyu. "You did so good princess, getting me the girl of my dreams. Did so good letting me in." Beomgyu smiled dreamily, happy that he followed Yeonjun's orders, happy he was getting praised. "Beomie's a good boy for daddy." Yeonjun nodded, pressing a kiss to his forehead, feeling Beomgyu move closer. "Did such a good job princess, such a good girl for me." He closed his eyes, falling asleep with Beomgyu.

Years later, when you woke up, you got up, opened the door. Walked to Beomgyu's room. You opened it, taking off your clothes. Yeonjun was thrusting into Beomgyu as you watched Beomgyu lay there, moaning and writhing. Yeonjun looked at you, patting a spot besides Beomgyu. "Come here and keep my pillow princess company." You laid down besides Beomgyu as he wrapped his arms around you, making out with you, careful not to hurt your stomach. You were pregnant with Yeonjun's baby, Beomgyu was happy that Yeonjun could breed you properly. Yeonjun was also happy he bred you well. He watched as anything you did for him was just so he could come inside you. He knew he broke you the first time around, everything you did now just for him only. He pulled out of Beomgyu and pressed his fingers inside you. "Gonna make sure you're always bred, always gonna be full."

Taglist:@beomiracles,@farewelldevil, @aduh0308

[jacks-little-jacky]

For Birthday Boy can I request for a part two with him being dominated by the reader

Birthday Boy's Special | Jack x Reader

part 1 | part 2

Okay so my original plan had been to cook this up until his birthday in like 2023 but whoopsie daisy I did not post much in 2023 at all I think

Warnings: NSFW under the cut (all of it lmao), sub Jack sub Jack, returning the favor from last time and sucking out his soul nice and good

"Almost." "Almost, keke?" "Haven't returned the favor yet, birthday boy."

You couldn't help but grin as Jack's eyes widened in excitement at that.

Your lips raised upwards in a cheeky but somewhat exhausted grin, pushing yourself up on your arms to crawl towards him. A brave hand grabbing his belts and yanking him towards you forcefully.

Jack stumbled onto bed, the moment he lost his balance was instantly used by you to flip you two. Him laying down on his back with youre bare body sitting on his lap, your juices staining the crotch of his pants.

"Oh you cheeky little...", Jack uttered amused before adding, "You don't have to. This was good for me too." A laugh escaped your lip before you tsked your old friend that was no more just a friend. "Good enough for you too? Please... I'm not gonna let the precious Birthday Boy lick my pussy and call it a day. What do you think of me?", you asked in fake-dissapointment.

"Oh? So you-", Jack couldn't finish his reply to your cheeky banter as you started rocking your hips back and forth, your slick cunt rubbing along his clothed erection. A deep groan cutting his sentence short at your action. "Such a filthy mouth", you berated him, "Show me what other filthy things can spew from your mouth."

"Oh fuck", he breathed heavily. Hands gripping onto your waist he started guiding your movements, which only caused you to increase the pressure on his hard cock, feeling each twitch through the damp fabric.

"This is for you, got it?", you asked in a voice that was almost mockingly soft. "You can keep your hands there but try something funny and I'll tie them to the bed." "Shiiit...", Jack replied breathless, his pupils blown wide staring up at you as if you hung the stars in the sky.

This was what he loved about you, your fire. You never had trouble with him, your sweet side wasn't because you were a pushover but because you could affort to be sweet. So sweet, but so firey, countering banter effortlessly, keeping up with him.

You were an angel - and at the same time the devil in disguise.

And he severly underestimated how much it turned him on.

He was still not too far from reaching his own peak, working his tongue on you had done a great bit for him and the way you were grinding and rubbing your slicken cunt over his clothed boner was doing more to him than it should. Worst of all, he felt like he was about to cum in his pants, and the shame that brought was making everything even more sickly sweet.

"Please..." he breathed out, hands squeezing around your waist in need. You cocked your head to the side, basking in the feeling of dominance you had against the tall captain. "Please what?", you asked him. Your lips turned upward in a cruel smile. You already knew the answer but Jack's bedroom voice, the slight whine and desperation it now held was too good to resist.

You both waited too long for it, you just had to have it all now.

"Touch me... more", his voice croaked out, a slight flush on his cheeks. Jack was not a man who was used to begging. But oh, wasn't his voice sweet when he did. The tone of his voice sweet as the honeyed color of his eyes that was almost hidden behind black pupils fixating on you.

The feeling in the air was like electricity, each ground of your hips and groan from Jack. The way the air left your lips along a sound of ecstasy was making you unsure if you were getting more sober from the alcohol with time, or higher each time your bodies would move together.

You felt lightheaded but it was different from the way it was in the bar, and looking at Jack you just knew he felt the same. His cock was pulsing and throbbing in his pants, thin lips parted and panting, little moans escaping with each stroke of your pussy along his clothed shaft. His honey-colored eyes staring up into yours, fogged gaze trying to focus on your face and not to dart between it and your slicken cunt ruining his pants.

He was close. So, so close.

And then you lifted your hips, just the right moment. Jack was lifting his hips too, trying to rut into you from underneath. His hands trying to push you back down at his aching cock, weeping into his boxer briefs for its release.

The face he made was to kill for, eyes focused on your face, reddening as he blinked away the tears coming up. His frown pouty, with his shivering bottom lip between his teeth. There was a low, dissatisfied growl coming from his throat, the sound was almost feral.

"You're so rude...", he muttered a moment later, more composed. Long fingernails left little crescent moons in the flesh of your hip from how tightly he was gripping you. "Awww, poor little Jacky", you purred but followed up before he could complain, "I'm just teasin' you a little. Don't worry, I said I'm gonna repay the favor, no?"

Jack's chest vibrated with the little grumble coming from him. As if he could resist your voice in that sickly sweet tone. "You better now...", he whispered, the tone of his voice urgent. "Promise...", you whispered before leaning down for another kiss. Jack's lips meet yours eagerly. The kiss was soft, at first, you could taste the Captain's greed on your lips as one little kiss turned into a second, and a third, each more urgent than the last.

He felt hungry again, but this time it wasn't the need to touch you. No, Jack couldn't wait for you to make good on your promise. To touch him, desire him, please him as he did you. It was something he rarely experienced, especially from someone he did not pay to pretend.

It was exhilarating for the tall man, feeling how you matched him. How your hands ran over his body, exploring, caressing. You did not have to, you did this for your own pleasure as much as his and this fact sent his mind spinning.

He didn't even notice when his voice came out more and more, loud groans and whimpers coming from his mouth as his tongue explored yours. The shuddering ran down his spine when the pressure on his cock got less painful as you slid his pants off. His eyebrows furrowed, eyes shut tightly as he just let himself fall into you. Into your kisses, your touches.

"Bloody hell...", he whispered breathlessly as you broke the make-out session. Finger dancing across the waistband of his underwear. A chuckle left your lips as you looked at the powerful man, he looked fucked-out already, hazy eyes and unsteady breath. Leaning into you more and more, trying to get more. He was a greedy man, after all.

"Hm? You want something?", you teased although you clearly felt the heat just as much as him. "Need you...", Jack whispered in a low voice, "Need you now, lovebug... Can't wait any longer, keke..." The rasp in his voice vibrated in your ears, the little high-pitched whines between the words almost sending you into a frenzy.

"Buckle up, big guy...", you whispered. Then your hands quickly pulled down his underwear to join his discarded pants on the floor, next to the bed. Jack let out a little growl, leaky cock springing free and slapping against his stomach. You had to bite your lip, his cock was unexpectedly... pretty. Reddish tip leaking with arousal from your previous teasing, he was on the longer side which made his cock appear a little thin in comparison but the girth was more than enough to please a girl properly.

You gave him a few soft pumps, watching his slit drool down his shaft, collecting his pre-cum and using it as makeshift lube as you jerked him faster. The abs in Jack's stomach hardened, giving you a firsthand look at how built the slender man actually was. "Shit... Oh fuck", Jack moaned out, hands behind his back to keep him propped up. He was leaning back on them, head tipped back as he closed his eyes.

He had dreamed about this before, but oh, this was so much better. Your soft hands on his cock felt heavenly, the shy way you pumped from the tip only halfway down before going up made him grin. So cute, so good.

It felt so good.

He opened his eyes slowly, glancing at your smaller hands pumping his cock. It was almost embarrassing, he was leaking like a faucet with the way you touched him. Almost. One glance at your face and his grin grew wider. Your eyes wandered between his twitching cock in your hands and his face, your cheeks tinted red in the sweetest blush and your lips parted as your own breath was heavy with arousal.

Your hand sped up, while Jack's gripped the sheets of the bed underneath him more tightly. His hip started bucking up, fucking back into your fist with need as he felt another orgasm approaching. Maybe this time, this time you'd let him. He was being so good, you just had to. Didn't you?

"Fuck, lovebug, fuck, 'm so close...", he panted out, the tip of his tongue lolling out mindlessly. Your eyes snapped up, staring at Jack's pleasure-stricken face. You had planned to tease him further originally but you couldn't bring yourself to it, not with the way his eyes were darting between your hand and face in a way that was trying to burn this moment into his brain for all of enternity.

You leaned forward, settling between his thighs and opening your mouth. A loud, needy moan came from Jack as he realized what you were doing, one of the hands holding onto the sheets rushed. His fingers tangled into your hair, making a messy ponytail to keep the hair out of your face and give him a clear view of your doing.

He almost felt himself come undone as your tongue swirled around his tip, your hand still pumping him softly. His moans became louder, the tone going between high and low pitches with seemingly no restraint. Jack let out the most pathetic sound you've ever heard from him when your lips finally wrapped around him, sucking him eagerly.

Internally, he was cursing you. How dare you start sucking him, bobbing your head so perfectly while your hand was stroking the bottom of his cock when he was already so close? He was trying to hold on, trying not to make the most feral noises as your free hand started fondling his tight balls. One hand gripped the sheets so hard it was almost painful to him as he tried everything not to rut up into your mouth and shoot his load. He wanted to enjoy it longer, he needed to but his brain was melting with the way your hot tongue was rubbing and swirling around him, your cheeks hollowed with the way you so eagerly sucked.

His moans became more and more desperate, little whines coming short between them as he tried holding on, not to tip off the edge but it was no use. He couldn't. Not with how he felt, with you sucked him, touched him.

Not when you looked up your fluttering lashes into his face with something even he could recognize as love. He was fucked. So fucked.

A loud groan escaped from deep within his throat, the hand in your hair pushing your down more as his hip jutted upwards, cock spurting salty streaks into your mouth. He was grinding up into your sucking mouth until the last drop. Not wanting to miss the sensation for one second, needing it for as long as he could.

Finally, he let his hip fall back down onto the bed, the grip on your hair loosening and letting you pull back. "Fuck... Fuck, sorry...", Jack mumbled breathlessly. "Didn't mean to... push you down. Felt so fucking good, sorry, keke..."

You couldn't help but laugh, licking your lips. He was so... sweet, in his own way. "It's fine. Don't apologize. I liked it." You said amused, crawling up his naked body before letting your own drop next to him on the bed. He rolled over, laying sideways so he would face you.

No one said something for a moment, you just looked at each other silently. It was a pleasant silence, both of you basking in the afterglow of the night. There were no words needed. This night had changed your relationship fundamentally. No longer friends, silently longing for each other, this barrier was torn down.

No, you were more. And on the same page finally. In each other's arms, finally.

Together, finally.

[waddlewaddlewaddlewaddle]

Over my head (Miguel ‘o’ Hara x Reader)

Chapter 6

Credits:chos_1129 on Instagram for the headline art.

Pairing: Miguel x reader

Summary: y/n is a kind hearted nurse who’s life gets turned upside down as she get fired from one the most prestigious hospitals in NYC , desperate , she start filing job applications wherever. Coincidentally a stressed Miguel is looking for a nurse due to a big amount of spider people getting injured due to the surprisingly large amount of anomalies happening in the spider verse. What could go wrong is these two meet?

Themes: ✎slow burn ( I think), child care (fluff) and a little bit of angst

Mutual pining

✎office romance (¿)

Hidden romance

✎Smut available as story progresses.

Dom Miguel x sub/bratty reader

✎Stubborn, Ill tempered Miguel.

✎ Angelic reader .

It girl reader.

✎I try to be as accurate as possible.

English is not my first language so bare with me.

✎badass stoic x sweet empath.

Og spanish speaker so be prepared for steamy dialogue :3

Pairing: Miguel x reader

For previous or future chapters check out masterlist.

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After devouring last night's overtime fee, you started to prepare some supplies so you could keep them at hand after that you started to check out the new microhematocrit centrifuge you purchased with the company’s card so you could run some anemia tests, you suspected many spider people suffered this condition due to poor nutrition and lack of sleep.

You pulled up some blood tests you had in the fridge and look at the machine in front of you.

After some seconds of thought, you concluded that you didn’t know how to operate this machine, and you didn’t remember your lab testing classes since your specialty didn’t require it much. To your bad luck, your bots that usually took care of this job were busy digitalizing some handwritten patient charts.

You were too occupied trying to figure out how the machine worked that you failed to notice a large figure creeping into the room, you only noticed its presence when you felt its aura tower behind you.

-“Need a hand?”-Questioned a well-known husky voice while he looked down at you.

As you turned around your nose almost met with Miguel’s chest, due to this you quickly inhaled his scent; your nose picked up the same odor from his car mixed with a mint soap. You took a step back to create some personal space but that made your back bump against the lab table, soon your gaze captured Miguel dressed in a black t-shirt that hung tight on his biceps paired with cargo pants the same color. This amazing view made you a little flustered, how were you supposed to act cool when such a handsome man was seducing each one of your senses?

You quickly regained your stance and smirked at him and replied to him in a mocking tone.

-“What do you know about this?”

“-A lot, actually.”- He replied while opening up a hidden lid in the centrifuge before organizing the four blood samples diagonal to each other, as he finished doing this he put the lid back on so he could then move the knobs skillfully which lead to the machine started to work like magic to your eyes.-“what would your patients say if they knew their dear nurse doesn’t know how to operate a simple centrifuge. To save you the embarrassment I’ll keep quiet, it’ll be our little secret.”

You looked back at Miguel who was grinning like that was the best comeback of the century, unbeknownst to you his smile was partially because he could help you out to compensate for last night's care.

You decided to continue playing along with his game.

-“Didn’t know they taught how to operate lab machines at spider camp.”

He let out an unamused chuckle and replied.

-“I might have to report you to HR for belittling me, lll let you know that I used to work as a Geneticist; so give me some credit .”

-“Wait we have Hr?”-You questioned.

-“I am HR.”

Your eyes glared at him unimpressed.

-“Somebody got up on the right side of the bed today. Anyway, I know you keeping my darkest secret isn’t gonna come out for free so what can I help you with ”- You joked while returning to your duties.

Soon Miguel’s face returned to the serious Expression you were used to.

-“I need you to remove my splint, there’s probably going to be some anomalies that need my attention today and the foil from the splint is messing up some features from My suit.”

Your heart sank a little when you noticed he didn’t come to visit you, he came only to be able to exercise his duty without any impediments even if it meant tossing your advice to the side.

-“I am not gonna do that Miguel, you may ask another healthcare provider to do it for you but I don’t want anything that could happen to you to be on my conscience.”-You calmly said in a monotone voice.

Miguel took a step back and crossed his arms while tilting his head to the side, “No” was a word that he was not used to hearing; he hoped you ignored his blank stare while he figure out how to erase that god-awful word from your vocabulary.

-“No…?”

-“No.”

-“Why not, it’s not like it’s your business anyway.”- He coldly argued.

You turned your neck in a snap in reaction to the return of his rude attitude, you glared at him in disbelief. You thought you were starting to get close but you quickly realized that Miguel was not a man of friends.

-“I’m not even gonna waste my breath answering that. Please leave my infirmary If that’s all you’re gonna request.”

-“You really think it’s that easy to get rid of me?”

Before you almost opened your mouth to start a quarrel Peter Parker walked in a hurry with mayday climbing on his head.

-“Hey Buddy! Why aren’t you answering your watch, Jessica needs some help on Earth 9214. Some sort of jumbo octopus.”

Miguel proceeded to scrunch his nose in confusion.

-“That's strange it didn’t beep at all, I guess you’ll have to lend me your mask cause someone’s being a brat and won’t let me do my job.”

Peter looked at him with a microscopic smile.

One tap.

Two taps.

6 Taps.

Nothing.

Miguel’s watch didn’t respond , it acted like it had been frozen, Miguel called Lyla through Peter’s watch to get to the bottom of this accident, the strawberry blonder eccentrically explained that watches with too much use have a chance of malfunctioning when not properly being able to download a new upgrade, hence the reason of this shut down of communications of other feature.

-“Oh no, what should we do now?”- cried out Peter in fake agony.

-“Are you a witch or something? I bet you have something to do with this.”-Murmured Miguel while he glared at you; trying to work his gadget you resigned to giving him the ugliest stare possible.

Lyla gave him a side eye, artificially nervous that he may catch onto them and make her dress in a hideous uniform, so she decided to meddle in the argument a bit before he realizes she froze his watches because Peter convinced her that if he got a break he would stop being such a pain in the ass.

-“Well I guess it can’t be helped! Guess I gotta go, keep an eye on Mayday will ya.”- Peter threw the baby at Miguel with full certainty that he would catch her then Peter disappeared with Lyla in a blink of a portal.

You looked over at the pink-cheeked baby with hair as fiery as her personality, the little girl traced Miguel's cheekbones while poking his nostril and some other random parts of his face which made your heart soften.

-“If you want you can leave her with me, you don’t look like a kid's kinda guy.”-you murmured this out not forgetting how rude he was to you earlier.

-“That kinda guy or not, you shouldn’t betray a parent's trust if they leave you in care of their most prized being, so you best believe I’m not letting her out of my sight until he gets back.”-He responded while fixing the collar on maydays shirt.

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After three hours of heavy-duty child care you and Miguel left your differences behind, it was time for Mayday’s mid-day nap but she wouldn’t sleep even tho she wouldn’t stop yawning and rubbing her eyes.

-“If we don’t get her to bed in half an hour, she’s gonna be an inconsolable cranky mess by the looks of it.”- You warned.

—“Let's turn the lights off, maybe that’ll make her sleepy.”

As soon as the lights came off Miguel positioned Mayday's head on her should while he slowly patted her back, his mouth let out a song made out of soft sh shhhh.

You felt bad for misjudging him earlier, you finally accepted that he was a man of responsibility but he didn’t acknowledge that stampeding over anyone to fulfill his duty was truly not the best option. Your heart melted at such cute sight; I mean it’s a small baby and a big man, how were you supposed to resist???

He walked around the room hoping the bounce of his steps would help rock the baby better, Mayday was on the brink of slumber she just needed a final step to fall asleep.

You brainstormed what could finally push her to sleep, and suddenly an idea came to you. You ran out of the infirmary looking for peters bag in the lockers, finally, you found a dark red tote baby bag which contained what you were looking for, some formula and a bottle.

After a few minutes you managed to get back to the infirmary in silence, you signaled to Miguel to lay her down on the bed, and after he did you gave her the bottle which she held down on her own, when she was halfway through bottle her sucking slowed down to end up stopping, with this you realized she finally fell asleep.

You and Miguel’s back physically relaxed, he gave you a thumbs up before being two stools from the desk near Mayday’s bed so you could both keep an eye on her while she slept.

-“You did pretty well today.”- You let out a warm smile.

-“Only doing my job.”- He joked.

-“I didn’t know you were good with kids sorry I miss judged you.”

-“For better or for worse; I’m a box of surprises, I don’t blame you I wasn’t as cordial as I could be today, I’m just not used to people looking out for me. That’s all.”

-“Guess we will be getting to know each other a lot from now on.”

-“You want to learn about me?”- He questioned with a small grin.

-“Why not? Here let’s do a dynamic, I ask you a question then you’ll ask me a question.”

-“Sure, but only because I’m burning time.”

You laid your head on the bed after asking Miguel the dumbest question known to humankind which he shortly responded with a lengthy reply.

In the middle of his storytelling, he noticed you fell asleep, he went to the storage room and brought down a blanket so he could lay on your back while you dozed off, he wanted to stay up and keep guard but after seeing you sleep so peacefully while taking a long deep breath, so Miguel decided to give himself a break and lay his head right next to yours so he could use his arm as a pillow.

Before he knew it he rested his eyes and fell asleep, for the next hour you two laid face to face; enjoying the silence and the contrast of each other’s warmth with the cool breeze of the air conditioner

That hour Miguel slept with all the tranquility and peace of the world.

A/n: another day another slay.literally 2 weeks felt

like a week sorry , love y’all kiss kiss 💋

[dangerpronebuddie]

You Wanna Talk Fic?

Tagged by the lovely @tizniz @hippolotamus thank you!! 🩵🩷

1. How many wips do you have currently?

I don't know? 😅 I'm seriously working on... Maybe 12? I have 4 BTHB fics I'm consistently working on right now, along with my Spooktober wips, Tanis' fic, and my sub Eddie fic. I have about 3 Danger Prone Diaz fics I want to finish too. Anything else is just what pops up randomly and demands attention.

2. Which one are you finding the hardest to finish? Why do you think that is?

Yes. But "Like Bloodstained Wood" and "Slight Air and Purging Fire" are giving me the most trouble right now. I have to really be in my feels to want to right presumed deaddie, so progress is reeeeaaally slow. Slight Air is my baby, and poor Eddie goes through the wringer every five minutes, I just don't know really what direction I want it to go. There's elements of it I've included in other fics and I feel like it's repetitive right now. Hanging By A Moment is also giving me hell. It's a Danger Prone Diaz I rarely work on. Something just isn't right about it. I started it pre cruise disaster and now half the beginning of the fic makes no sense. So I've gotta fix that...

3. What does it usually look like when inspiration strikes for you?

Random dialogue usually pops into my brain and I go from there. The bear trap fic started with Eddie's comment about El Paso being a metropolis at the beginning of that fic. I don't know how that fic happened but I'm so glad it did. And inspiration never strikes when I actually have time to write it. I have 3 whiteboards on my fridge with scribbled notes and a notepad full of ideas I've never actually written down to start working on.

4. Do you curate playlists for each fic or is your process different?

I don't really associate music to my fics, though Taylor Swift is THE artist for buddie to me (like Down Bad fitting 7x04 so well).

5. Do you go balls to the wall and write as you go or are you more organised?

I find the more I plan, the less I like a fic. I go where my brain takes me in the moment, and usually that means jumping between scenes as dialogue crops up lol. It's messy, but it works (usually). The only time I really had to have a solid plan was Baby, I'm Never Gonna Leave You. Setting up the clues needed for part 2 and the circumstances needed for it to actually happen took FOREVER. I'm really proud of it though 🥰. Right now, the time loop fic has a plan, but it's all over the place and in desperate need of revision. I rewatched 7x04 the other night so I could refresh my memory and forgot to take notes. So... yeah. I'm gonna have to do it again I guess.

Tagging: @lover-of-mine @kitteneddiediaz @loveyouanyway @daffi-990 @exhuastedpigeon @inell @thekristen999 and anyone else who's interested!! 🥰🩷

[art-i-know-yes]

A LITTLE BIT OF EVERYONE'S (that i watch) AND THEN MARTYN'S EP 4 LIMITED LIFE

END OF TANGO'S EP

OK ALL IM GONNA SAY IS OMG CHAOS

TANGO BEING HUNTED BY THE ENTIRE SERVER

Joel killing Tango and Jimmy being like "WASNT ME"

Props to the rest of T.I.E.S for trying to protect

"This is for peace"

just bombs

Skizz just bargaining

the MUSIC is killing me

running through the walls

what about MY heartbeat

Tango driving the Bad Boys insane

ESCAPE INTO THE RAVINE BABY

ooo the mob farm

"hi everybody. im afraid."

your teammates want to kill you

Tango doesn't even know where he is

he has 40 minutes

THEY TRIED THO

momma's respect

baby dug

GRIAN'S EP

"what-what's this? are you a bad boy?" *switches skin* "of course I am!"

they tried really hard

oh no Scott is GOLDEN

"tastyyyy"

"he knows etho is the only that can protect him"

oh so Joel was just killing people like scar was last session

he was trying

oh so that's how that happened

hunting green names for sport

"last ep behavior" is hilarious to me

all the accidental clocker kills

oh so that's what THAT was

got that green name tho-

"im squealing-"

grian uses that kind of tactic reasoning right

you're destroying his pretty house

i-i was. bit expecting that to work

the Bad Boys are rrreeeeaaaalll desperate

not too sure about the friends

grian's gremlin laugh is so funny

wooooowww

potato pier

they have so many lives so they just decided that vertical was going to be the best tactic

Jimmy's Ep (finished b4 Grian's ep)

no ily for scott

so. jimmy is just. wild. this season huh. kidnapping bigb.

fire bread bridge

pearl is soooo gonna follow

*sigh* guess we know who's going red first

"yeeeahh mellow yellow. we're all friends here" "i couldn't kill you even if i wanted" but i can kidnap you

ALWAYS CHECK FOR FOLLOWERS

the bois are building and jimmy is. going through something right now.

jimmy's emotional support frog Judge Judy and Executioner

"excuse me"

"how do we know he's still a bad boy" "ive been threatening and kidnapping people"

being a bad boy is a family business

bad boy bread bridge bakery

MARTYN'S EP

him and his puns

"filthy reds"

"how much time you got? 18?" "17:48" "disgusting."

being scott's bodyguard

of course it's grian with the fishing rod

oh joel was kinda close

mean gill protection services

"the other kids are bullying me!!!"

"why am i following"

the bread bridge is getting wild

martyn watches too many of his subs vids

hunting green names for spoooorrrttt

do you trust that tho

it's it'sssss wabbit season!!

the FEAR in joel's voice

"chaps let's talk about it"

"i need the time back, i need the time back-"

"OHH MARTYN"

cooooLAAATTERRRAAAALLLL

"oh my word"

"oh grian noo"

did- did they not. notice.

loooooorreeee????

LOOOORRRREEEE!!!!

im not smart enough for lore

Scott's Ep

scott having the most time is great

"is that why you're hovering"

"little 'ol meeeee"

grian tried spleefing a lot

scott is left undefeated

people lost more time trying to kill greens than had gained

*runs in fear*

also scar being peaceful this episode

"Why do you KEEP BRINGING THEM TO MY BASE"

rip to pufferish of peace

"Hmm? hmm!"

"the arrows caaNNN REACH"

absolute amazing bucket clutch

the yellow skin is very cute

"oh yeah no I was slippery"

AY YO

what.

the clockers are the most unsubtle team ever

and pearl did that one huh

"yeah it's pretty close"

momma can't do her chores when her kids are there

always with the aesthetics

aww cute

ahhh innuendo

wild session

btw i watch tango's first bc he posts suuuper ahead of everyone else so. anyway i watched his and part of grian's when the episodes came out just finished the rest of them lmao. i have a short attention span.