#Edits are gonna devour

[cz19y]

IT WAS SO GOOD BUT..

No blue lock for 2 years???????? ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

The come back w/ bllk season 2 is flooding my feed with edits I fell like I'm myself again

[caliphoria17]

Aaliyah & Cruz | Special Ops: Lioness 1×06

Aaliyah x Cruz

[campbyler]

what’s the current word count for chap 6?? wanna know how many minutes of happiness im getting on friday

hi!! we are sitting just above 25k!!!

[vonlipvig]

i don't know what to read next, help me out. have in mind that i just finished a legal thriller so i kinda want something different.

[ninisdollie]

Enhypen's fav places to make love (Public edition) . ♡̫ㅤ۠ ⭒

Content: 18+ MDNI this one includes ni-ki! if you’re not comfortable please just ignore, he’s my age and i kept it very soft!!

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Heeseung - Bathroom at a party.

One thing about him is that he loves sneaking out in the middle of the night, when everyone's pretty drunk (even him) and in their own worlds.

He would pull your hand and drag you to the closest bathroom before locking the door and kissing you hungrily, because you looked so pretty all night and he couldn't resist you, he needed to have you right there. He would bend you over the sink and suck the skin on your neck before pulling your dress up and grope your ass and titties, his movements sloppy because he's a little too drunk and very horny, that would make you chuckle, helping him move your panties to the side so he could have full access to your pussy, him shoving two fingers inside as soon as he saw how wet you were, you moaning his name, shutting your eyes close and feeling the cold marble on your red cheeks. He'd chuckle mischievously at this, grabbing your hair tight and pulling so he could watch your expressions through the mirror, before finally taking you from behind, thrusting his hips aggressively and bumping into your g-spot over and over again, the sound of his hips crashing with the back of your thighs, while he groans and whispers dirty words, bumbling a bit because of the alcohol on his system. "Fuck baby, feels so good, been wanting to fuck you all night". And you could only whimper and moan and tell him to please go faster.

Eventually someone would knock on the door, and he would slow his movements before answering, his sweaty hair sticked to his forehead. "Busy." that's the only thing he would say before going back to thrusting inside of you.

Jake - In his car on an empty parking lot.

Having a boyfriend with a car had its benefits, for example you barely had to order Ubers because he would always pick you up no matter where you were, when you both had no plans for the night, a car ride blasting music and enjoying the food from the drivethru was the best plan ever. This would most times end up the same way, you on top on him on the driver's seat while he devoured your lips, skirt all the way up to your waist so he could touch you as he pleased, gripping his veiny hands to your thighs and asscheeks, squeezing and slapping because he did love them so much, you whimpering in his mouth at the moment his fingers teased you above the thin fabric of your panties. Jake was always so desperate to touch you, to feel you, so he would sigh and groan when you'd take his belt off, putting your hands inside of his jeans and taking out his cock, which would be already rock-hard and dripping.

You would ride him there, the air so hot because of your own breaths, the windows foggy and the music hiding the sound of your moans, his grip on your waist tight as you jump up and down on his length, feeling him stretch you so good. He would kiss you again, wet, sloppy, dirty, not being able to last much when you rode his dick like that. "You look so pretty bouncing on me baby, I'm gonna cum so hard".

Sunghoon - Practice room

Sunghoon loved it when you could make time out of your schedule to visit him, you always brought him snacks and drinks, greeting his members with that sweetness on your face that made him melt right away. When you hadn't seen each other for a while, he would tell you how much he missed you and your body.

Once the practice room was clear he would push you to the nearest wall, kissing your neck and leaving bruises that would be visible, he could get a little possessive, his body covered in sweat due the previous practice, his scent driving you crazy and making you all wet and messy and desperate. The adrenaline of his manager or someone from the staff walking in always got him so turned on, but he would waste no time before lifting your skirt and shoving his fingers inside of you, placing his other hand over your mouth to suppress your needy moans, which he loved as much as the wet sound of your pussy and his fingers.

He would fuck you fast and rough, unloading all of the stress of his activities with your body, and telling you how much he missed you. You didn't care that he used your body like this, you loved it as much as he did because oh my god you missed him so much too. So you would just moan and cry and beg him to fuck you harder.

There was one time when Heeeseung walked on you two, and he only gave him a mischievous smirk, not stopping his movements. "Are you gonna close the door or you wanna join us?" Your face would be red from embarrassment, and Heeseung would shut the door all ashamed too. Sunghoon would chuckle, going faster inside of you. "Gonna loose my career because of this pussy, don't care."

Jay - In the pool

Jay is a hopeless romantic, don't get me wrong, he loved to make love to you slowly, taking his time to savour and worship your body like you deserved it, making you arch and scream his name in places nobody could hear you.

However, other times, he would get horny and needy just like that, and saying you didn't like it would be a lie. He just couldn't held himself back when you showed up in that beautiful bikini set, your glistening skin beneath the sun, the curves on your body and how you moved around looking so pretty and confident, he needed to have you right there.

So he would corner you inside the pool, everyone playing around and minding their own business, a can of beer on his hand. The other hand, reached for you thigh under the water, making its way up to your ass, which he squeezed before gently pulling your bikini bottom to the side, this would make you open your eyes wide, scanning the group to make sure nobody was aware of what was happening.

He would cover you with his body, making it seem like you were just hugging, nobody would know that he had his cock buried inside of you, while you held your moans by hiding your face in the curve of his neck, him thrusting his hips slowly, sucking the skin of your neck and whispering how good it felt to be inside of your pussy. “Shh, you’re doing great baby, they won’t notice, let me finish here”

Sunoo - The staircase to your dorm

Although he wasn't the type to really sneak around and fuck on public places, sometimes he would surprise you when you were going up to your dorm, but who can blame him. You were going up the stairs in front of him, the short skirt you'd be wearing leaving almost nothing to the imagination, it was almost like you were teasing him on purpose.

So he would push you to the wall, groping your body shamelessly and devouring your lips with hunger, you would be at great risk of someone coming up the stairs and seeing you, and you would probably get expelled from college due to the scandal. You couldn't care less about this when he was touching you like this, not wasting time in fucking you raw and fast, squeezing your boobs and whimpering in your ear, his grip tight on your waist so you wouldn't loose your balance. "You know I can't control myself when you look this pretty, princess".

Jungwon - In his best friends house

Jungwon was your social butterfly boyfriend, always willing to invite you to hang out with his friends, which you were very close to, they were kind of friends to you too, so you would always go, laughing at their jokes and teasing them, enjoying the friendly banter that would always come eventually.

He would always make sure that everybody knows you are his, he’s not much on the possesive side, but he would place a hand on your thigh, or maybe hug you around your shoulders, stealing kisses from you and complimenting you in front of everyone.

Other times, when you had to go to the bathroom, he would follow you there, surprising you from behind by grabbing your waist and taking you to his best friend’s room while everyone was playing videogames on the couch. You would tell him to stop, that some day you’ll probably get caught, but he didn’t care, he wanted you have you right there.

So he would push to to the bed, sometimes it would be Sunghoon’s bed, sometimes Jake’s, doesn’t matter in which house you were, he would fuck you in all of them. He would put you in fours, taking you from behind with fast, strong thrusts that made your pussy drip and you could only bite your lip to supress your moans and whimpers. "You're so dirty baby, enjoying while i fuck you with all my friends in the living room".

Ni-ki - Cinema theater

You enjoyed your dates with Ni-ki so much, you were head over heels for him, how sweet he was, how he would hold your hand and hug you when a scary part of some horror movie came on the screen, how he would tease you and make some jokes when a jumpscare startled you.

He would distract you in other ways too.

Starting from little kisses on your neck, behind your ear, his hands caressing your thighs, playing with the edge of your skirt, that you wore just for him, he would always say how much he loved it when you got dolled up for him. You would start to sigh and whimper, looking around even if the theater was empty, just making sure nobody was seeing.

At one point he would put his hands under your skirt, tracing circles on your clothed clit, smiling once he realised that you were already wet, he would tease you and touch you slowly until you were a blushed, whimpering mess, your eyes locked on the screen but your mind going circles, not being able to think about anything else than him. He would finger you until you were dripping and begging him to take you there. "Relax, pretty, watch the movie and let me take care of you".

[littlelamy]

title: birthday sex with your husband

warnings: 18+, smut

notes୧: alexa play 'in da club'

paris still clings to you—on your skin, in your hair, in the way your body feels weightless from champagne and indulgence, like you’ve been sculpted from something finer, softer, made only for pleasure. rafe made sure of that. from the moment you woke up wrapped in silk sheets to the second he dragged you off the private jet, he’s given you everything.

and now, in the sprawling presidential suite, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittering city, he’s about to give you more.

“birthday girl looks so fucking pretty,” rafe murmurs, voice thick, low, vibrating against your skin as he presses you into the massive bed. the air still smells like roses and sex, like the bottle of wine he ordered before he pulled you onto his lap, lips trailing down your neck while he fed you strawberries, one by one. “been spoiling you all day. hm think i gonna ruin you now.”

his fingers trace your thigh, slow, teasing, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he pushes your legs apart. he doesn’t rush—no, he never rushes, not when he has you like this, spread out for him, waiting, wanting.

“what do you think, birthday girl?” he murmurs, teeth grazing your collarbone, lips soothing the bite with a kiss. “you want me to take my time? or you want it rough?”

you whimper, hips rolling up to meet the teasing stroke of his fingers, already slick, already aching. “rough,” you whisper, breathless.

rafe pulls back just enough to look at you, dark amusement flashing in his eyes. “yeah?” his fingers press deeper, teasing, making you writhe. “not very lady-like, is it?” he taunts, smirking as your breath hitches. “but hey, it’s the birthday girl’s choice.”

his words send a fresh wave of heat flooding through you, and you don’t care how desperate you sound when you nod, whimpering, “please, rafe.”

he chuckles, and fuck, it’s sinful, the way he does it, full of dark promise. “gonna need more than that, sweetheart.” his thumb brushes over your clit, featherlight, teasing, making your breath hitch. “use your words.”

“want you,” you gasp, nails digging into his shoulders, legs falling wider as he slides down, kissing a path between your thighs. “need you—need your mouth—”

“that’s my good girl.” his voice is pure sin, all honey and heat, before his tongue replaces his fingers, slow and languid, savoring every moan, every squirm, every desperate pull of his hair as he ruins you with his mouth.

he worships you, the way he always does, but tonight—tonight it’s different. tonight, almost like you’re his birthday gift, and he’s going to unwrap you slowly, thoroughly, until you’re trembling, begging, coming undone beneath him over and over until your body forgets how to do anything but take him.

when he finally slides inside you, stretching you open, filling you to the hilt, his name is the only thing you know how to say, the only thing you can cling to as he fucks you deep, slow at first—just to make you whine, just to hear you plead for more—before his grip tightens and he gives you exactly what you begged for.

hard. deep. devastating.

“mine,” he breathes against your lips, swallowing your moans, rolling his hips just right, hitting every spot that makes you shake. “all fucking mine.”

paris is beautiful, but nothing compares to the way rafe devours you—like you’re the only thing in the world worth celebrating.

edited: going to take a break from this account for a couple days...the last part of catching him cheating is queued for tomorrow around 12 pm! if you need anything ill be on @littlesoulshine <3 as i approach 4k followers i do want to thank every single one of you because i created this account because i was simply in love with rafe and obx and a lot of you have made this community so fun for me and can't thank you enough. i will create a 4k celebration, and on this break, i will finish my requests! OH and please continue to tag me in everything!!!!

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[bttrflybb]

𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄 ≡ neji hyūga (18+)

contains: fem reader˒ neji x reader˒ crvix stim˒ breeding˒ praise˒ prgnancy ment.

summary: you find out what makes the genius of the hyūga clan tick. your sex life is good, but he’s always been a bit uninvolved in the decisions around it.

w/c: 1.5k.

a/n: this was supposed to be multi headcanon post including others about you finding out their biggest kinks, but i’d figure i’d just get it out now since it’ll take a bit for the rest. ero-sensei and the sixth are already gonna be included but if you have anyone else you’d like to see, let me know ! barely proofread, if you’re stumbling along this post in its infancy before i get back home and make some more edits… im sorry . ;;

neji, at his core, is a gentle man. he’s slow, intent on doing his best for you, making you feel the best for him. during the act he’s the one taking the lead, but outside of it you’re the one telling him just how to do so. truth is, he had always been a bit unsure of his sexual preferences. it’s no surprise that such a straight-edged n’ pent up shinobi like him has less developed kinks and fetishes than his pervy lover. 

that is, until the both of you let something slip.

it was in the middle of a hazy entanglement, you were flush against the futon and neji was hungry. by the way he spread your legs open, rounding one palm to the underside of your right thigh and lifting it up and out and hooking the other underneath your left knee to stretch it outwards against the floor, this man was starved. he swallowed your moans the second they came, sloppily tonguing you down and devouring the mix of saliva you two created. so fucking desperate. the fat tip of neji’s cock draagged along your wet slit forcing a whine out of you from just the sound. your head clouded with confusion and lust- it felt so fucking good but it contrasted starkly aside the usual sensual pace and tone neji tends to set. he rut against the outside of you, rocking back n’ forth while your lips enveloped him and covered his cock in your juices. he looked so good above you, his hair a mess and his brows furrowed in horny concentration. your thoughts still run with curiosity, did he drink at all? no, he doesn’t taste like anything. neji isn’t the kind of person to be open about his sex so he definitely didn’t ask anybody-

“talk to me, lovely.” he rumbled, the undertones of desperation seeping through such a caring, gentle voice. he even sounded different. neji tapped his forehead against yours, resting against it for a moment while he waited for you to come back to him. “m’ okay, neji.” you nodded, locking your gaze with his. “jus’ so… feisty.” you flush. neji separates his forehead from yours and you swear you catch a sly smile beneath the umber veil that falls across his face as he shifts and dips his head down to the crook of your neck. instinctively you tip your head up to make room for the licks and nips that make their way up to your ear.

“yeah? you like it?” his breathy words laced with lust choked you like poison. a pitiful moan crawled its way out of your throat and all you could do was nod and breathe out an ‘uh-huh’ while he ravaged the side of your neck. lavender eyes fix onto every movement of your face, peering at you from below through dark strands of hair like an animal behind bars. oh so fucking slowly neji fucks his tip in n' out of your entrance, fixated on the way your eyebrows knit together and mouth twitches as he sinks his cock deeper with every other thrust. each word of praise goes straight to your cunt while it eagerly swallows more n’ more of his length. you sound like a slut in more ways than one and it’s fueling neji like he’s a goddamn incubus.

your knees are up by your head and neji's pace is grueling. throughout all of this neji's words of praise never stop flowing- like sweet thick honey. you're drowning. each time he buries his pretty slender cock all the way in he draws it out slow, then fast, then all the way back in again- and again- "neh..jiii- nnghh- hahh-" you mewl, your words and noises staggering each time his tip meets with your cervix. between the abuse of your cunt and that sweet, demeaning voice, it’s all too much. he speaks down to you like you're stupid- and you are. he knows you are. "yeaah, sweetheart? what is it, angel?" he knows what it is, he knows what he's doing. "mm' close n'ji... m' reaaal close-" you whine, grasping at his wrists planted on either side of your head. he's so sweet, delicately taking hold of both of your hands and interlocking his fingers between yours. "y-yeah angel?" he stammers, he's close too and you squeeze his palms in acknowledgment. "hahh, you want it sweet thing? what you said earlier- about a baby- gghhah-" his moans descend into an airy, rough laugh and you swear you can feel his dick throb when he says it. “you want my seed, pretty girl?”

fuck. it all clicks now. when he had come home and you awoke to the sound of shoji doors sliding open and closed. dinner was ready and warm, the garden was tended to, the house was clean and you had showered and slipped into a nap on the couch in just your night robe . neji kissed the sleep from your eyes and you joked about how peaceful it was; the only thing that could disrupt it would be one or two little ones running around. that's what it fucking was.

"neji-" you choke out and wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him into you. that brazen expression falters more and more and he's boring holes through his own eyelids- it feels like he's in a fucking sauna. his sly little smile slips away each thrust and he gets sloppier and sloppier each time he dives inside. "m' close angel- hahhh do you want me t-ngh," you can feel him throb inside you, he's actively holding himself back. "please neji, hah- fuck- get me fucking pregnant neji-" and with three pumps and the help your vulgar rambling he's driving his own cum deep inside. out halfway and back in, hard. the prettiest fucking mix of groans and whines spill out his mouth with each rope he shoots inside you. he feels so hot, his head feels so heavy he just lets it drop- n’ if he wasn't holding himself up with locked elbows and you werent keeping squeezing his hands so tight your knuckles were turning white, he might've just toppled over. you look so fucking good underneath him this way, twitching n’ arching while taking everything he gives you- and he’s sure to let you know that. “look so good, pretty girl, taking it all- fuck,” you cry, his words, his pelvis to clit thrusts, his voice, his warmth flooding you sends you clumsily toppling over the edge. the sound he makes when he starts to feel you throb around him is flithy, and the words of praise that follow after are just as gross. “yeah take it all pretty thing, take what you want. milk my cock f’r me…”

the highs of both your orgasms slowly wear off together and the exhaustion hits. your heart pangs with pity when neji’s elbows shakily hit the futon with a poof and you look up at him trembling n’ panting above you. you’ve never seen him so unkempt. honestly, a small wave of pride washes over you and you can’t help but breathe out a small giggle while you quiver and take spaced, shaky breaths. your foreheads meet once again and he offers you a weak smile. “what are you laughing at?” his voice is hoarse and laced in faux venom. his eyebrows knit together for a moment and his eye contact falters- a simultaneous whine comes from the two of you as he drags his half hard cock out and the results of tonight make themselves known. neji sits back on his knees and just watches it spill out onto the robe beneath you, barring it from leaking out onto the futon. there was so much. you can almost see stars form in the blank space of his eyes while he watches you and you just want to hide. none of that here though. before you can even start neji’s got his hands back on you palming at the inside of your open flat right thigh and gripping the top of your left knee, preventing you from closing your legs and rolling to the side. “nejiii… you’re staring too hard.” you whine. “m’barrassing.” you’re hiding behind your hands at this point. neji shakes his head and cuffs your wrists with one hand and brings them to lay on your tummy. his right snakes around your left knee and he scooches in so he can kiss the top of it and rest his head on it, letting his hand travel down and rub your thigh.

“did you mean it?” he asks, a bit hushed.

“mean what?” obviously you have a grasp on what he’s inquiring about.

“what you said- about… um… getting you pregnant.” neji murmured, censoring the word tailing the end of the sentence between his lips and your knee, kissing it again.

“if i didn’t i wouldn’t have said anything- the first or second time.” you pull yourself up with his hand (well, more like he pulls you up single-handedly after a couple taps and tugs to show him you wanted up) and are eye level with him again. soft kisses meet his left cheek and cool and clammy skin flushes at the affection.

“is that fine?” “mhm.” “you liked it?” “a lot.”

[weeping-treee]

A Desperate Man- Part 11

Simon fucking loves you. Almost too much.

All parts here

2,111 words | MDNI. 18+ only

cw: fluff, p in v, cl!t stimulation, praise, begging, pet names, creampie, soft smut buildup, explicit language, soft-dom Simon.

(First time writing smut, I edited for days I'm ngl, I hope y'all like it😭)

Before you know it, he has you pinned beneath him.

You swear it was at lightning speed.

One moment you're on his lap, the next?

Pinned to the bed beneath him as he intertwines his fingers with yours and holds them to the bed above your head.

Leaning down to kiss you in the least innocent way possible.

When he pulls back, lips tingly and swollen, that stupid smirk tells you exactly what you signed up for.

"Gonna make you all mine; fuck you till' you can't think straight." He dips his head down, warm lips finding your pulse point and nipping a soft line up to your ear... making you moan softly.

He chuckles darkly at your breathless noises. "That's it, love. Let me hear you."

The tone. That chuckle in your ear. Him on top of you.

It makes your head a mess.

A mess filled with only Simon Riley.

You tilt your head to let him suck a mark onto your neck...

Tacky... but when it's Simon? It's a claim. A mark telling everyone you're his—as if they don't already know.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't like it.

He sits up only to tug his shirt up and off and your breath hitches as if you haven't seen it before.

You most definitely have… but like this? Being allowed to look? Unprofessionally?

Your favorite eye candy. All yours.

Your hands instinctively grip his hips as you sit up and crash your lips against his once more.

He groans into the kiss, low and deep, and you feel it echo through his chest—straight down to where you're already aching for him.

He lets you take control for a single breath. Lets you devour him. Lets your nails dig into his sides as your tongue brushes his.

But only for a moment.

Then his hands are on your shoulders, guiding you back down against the mattress with a soft thud, his body following to press flush against yours.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he rasps against your lips. “No rush. I want to take my time with you.”

You whimper—actually fucking whimper—and he rewards it with a slow roll of his hips into yours. Just enough to tease. Just enough to get another needy noise from your lips.

He chuckles, hand dipping down and beneath the waistband of your leggings. Torturing you before his fingers tease you through your already soaked panties.

Of course he smirks. Smug and oh-so perfect.

“That for me?” he murmurs against your jaw, fingers circling your clit, slowly. Achingly slow. “Fuckin’ soaked and I haven’t even touched you properly.”

“Simon…” you breathe, but it comes out as a plea.

He lifts his head, gaze burning into yours. He leans in and kisses you again. His kiss is slower now, deliberate, tongue sliding over yours with maddening control swallowing every desperate little noise that threatens to escape. He removes his hand, leaving you even more desperate.

“You’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow,” he mutters against your lips. “Think you can handle that?”

You nod, frantic. Desperate.

He grins, the damn bastard. “Good girl.”

Then he’s moving... down your body, lifting your shirt, dragging his lips along every inch of skin he reveals as he goes. Your shirt comes off, he tosses it somewhere behind him. His fingers slide up to cup your perfect tits in his hands. Thumb running over the stiff peak of your nipples before sliding to unclasp the back in a single motion.

You're needy... so needy it's amusing to him. The feral glint in his eye is telling. The reverent hold on every part of your body...

It's not the awkward silent man you sat with in the dimly lit bar almost a week ago.

This? This is the perfect blend of Simon and Ghost...

Gentle and loving... but also assertive and possessive.

And all you know is you want more of it. So much more of it.

More of him.

Then his fingers hook into your waistband, eyes flicking up to meet yours as he tugs.

“Gonna ruin you, love,” he says, voice hoarse with hunger. “But you’ll thank me for it.”

And with the way he's looking at you—like you're his religion, his battlefield, his goddamn victory?

You're already ruined.

He leans back on his heels, dragging your leggings and panties down together, slow and methodical—like he’s unwrapping something sacred.

Because to him?

You are.

His eyes trail over your body like he’s committing every inch to memory. Like he’s about to carve it into his soul.

“So fuckin’ beautiful…” he mutters, more to himself than to you. “All fuckin' mine.”

Then he lowers his mouth to your inner thigh and kisses—soft, open-mouthed, claiming you one inch at a time. You gasp as his stubble grazes tender skin, and he groans at the sound.

“Spread your legs for me, love.”

The voice. That tone. You obey instantly. Met with him putting your thighs over his shoulders.

He settles between them like he belongs there, and God, he does.

The first flick of his tongue is fucking lethal. A slow, teasing pass over your clit that makes your back arch.

He hums, pleased with himself, tongue working in tight, perfect circles as his fingers dig into your hips to hold you in place.

“Fuck... Simon—”

“Keep sayin’ my name like that,” he growls, lips slick, voice wrecked. “Sound like a fuckin’ angel beggin’ for sin.”

He doesn’t stop. Not even when your thighs tremble around his shoulders. Not even when you moan his name like a prayer, over and over, until it breaks into a cry and your body locks up beneath him. Gorgeous thighs threatening to crush his head.

He fuckin’ smirks like a smug asshole as you fall apart on his tongue.

But he’s not done. Not even close.

Coming down from your high, you don't even hear his belt and jeans come off.

He crawls back up your body, messy and flushed, grabbing your thighs and hitching them around his waist.

“Still think you can handle me?” he asks, lining himself up against your soaked core, dragging the head of his cock through your slick just to hear you beg.

“I want all of you,” you whisper, breathlessly. “Please, Simon…”

And when he sinks into you, inch by inch, it’s not just sex.

It’s possession. It’s worship. It’s fuckin' everything.

And you welcome it all.

His forehead presses against yours as he bottoms out. Resting there as you both breathe softly.

What a cocky gentleman... letting you adjust to the way he splits you in two.

"So fuckin' tight, sweetheart," he rocks his hips gently against yours, earning a soft whimper from you.

"S'big Si... Feels like you're splitting me in half." You manage to say, opening your eyes to look at him.

Those chocolate brown eyes meet yours. His jaw is tight, lips curved in that damn smirk still.

He's holding back. Being gentle, just for you.

"You cocky asshole..." You chuckle softly, kissing him.

Your remark is met with a deep grind, causing you to moan into the kiss and grip his biceps. Nails digging in to ground you.

“Don’t be bratty.” His voice is low, almost scolding—but there’s that damn smirk again. Like he lives for your sass. Lives for the way your walls flutter around him when he puts you in your place.

And God, he’s still barely moving.

He just stays there. Deeper than ever. Rocking into you with the kind of slow precision that makes you see stars. Every inch dragging against your walls like he’s trying to ruin you from the inside out.

You’re already a mess.

Clinging to his arms like they’re your only tether to reality.

Breath stuttering as your body adjusts to every inch of him.

“Simon…” you breathe, voice ragged, “please.”

He kisses the corner of your mouth. Then your cheek. Then your jaw. Like he’s trying to soothe the burn while still feeding it.

“You beg real fuckin' pretty, love,” he murmurs, cock twitching inside you as he pulls back—just a little—then pushes forward again, harder this time.

You gasp, nails dragging down his arms, and his lips part in a groan.

“That’s it,” he huffs, pace picking up just slightly. “Take it. You were made to take me, baby.”

Your brain is melting. All you can do is nod, moan, wrap your legs tighter around his waist and cling to him like your life depends on it.

Because right now?

It fucking does.

Each thrust is more desperate. More intense. More him.

He buries his face in your neck, breath hot and ragged against your skin. One hand slips under your thigh, hooking it higher, angling you just right—and when he hits that spot?

You cry out.

He bites down gently on your shoulder, not enough to hurt—just enough to feel the sharp edge of control still lingering under all that tenderness.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growls. “Could stay buried in this cunt for hours.”

“Then do it,” you gasp. “Don’t stop. Please, Simon—don’t fuckin' stop—”

“Not planning to, love,” he pants, snapping his hips harder. “Not until you come all over me. Want to feel you squeeze the fuck outta me. Want to hear you scream my name.”

You're so close. Every drag of him inside you sends your nerves sparking.

And he knows it. He sees it. He feels it.

His hand slides between your bodies, fingers finding your clit with practiced pressure, working you in perfect sync with each thrust.

“Come on, baby,” he murmurs, kissing the words into your skin. “Come for me. Be a good girl and come on my cock.”

Your entire body seizes, white-hot and breathless as your climax hits like a freight train. You cry out, clutching him, clenching around him, and he follows with a low, guttural groan—slamming into you once, twice more before spilling inside you.

He stays there.

Buried deep.

Forehead pressed to yours again.

Both of you breathless. Utterly spent.

Connected in a way that damn well has repercussions to deal with.

Something real. Something fucking terrifying.

He kisses you—slow this time. Sweet. Reverent.

And it’s not Ghost that kisses you like that.

It’s Simon.

Purely Simon fuckin' Riley.

You expect him to collapse and go back to sleep like any other man would at this point.

But no, he scoops you up out of bed—still connected—earning a small squeal of surprise from you.

"Let's clean you up, yeah?" He presses a soft kiss to your temple. "Did so good for me, love."

The praise.

Good lord.

He sets you on your sink. Stepping back with a small squeeze of your hips while you both hiss softly as he pulls out. Leaving you dripping him.

This gorgeous, smug asshole... walking around your bathroom as if he lives there.

It's too early for that question... isn't it? You snap out of your head when the tub faucet kicks on.

You look up at him as he stands between your legs once more. Eyes tired and spent.

"I love you." You murmur softly.

He smirks, a soft huff comes with it. "I know, baby."

He lifts you up and sets you in the warm water, climbing in behind you and pulling you back against him.

Which you happily do, resting back against him with a small content hum.

You rest against his chest, arms wrapped around his while his hands trace slow, aimless shapes along your stomach.

It’s quiet for a while. Just the sound of water lapping against porcelain, your breathing syncing with his.

“I love you too.” He murmurs against your ear.

Your heart skips. You feel it more in his voice than the words. Low. Unsteady. Like he means it more than he knows how to say.

You turn slightly, just enough to see him out of the corner of your eye.

He looks tired. Calm. Stripped bare in a way you’re sure only you ever get to see.

“I know I'm not gonna say it much,” he murmurs, chin resting atop your head. “But I need you to know it. I feel it. Every bloody second.”

You blink, suddenly a little too warm, the heat of the bath competing with the heat in your chest.

“I know,” you whisper back, entwining your fingers with his and lifting them to softly kiss the back of his hand.

He hums—deep and content—and tightens his arms around you.

“Gonna have to stop lookin’ at me like that though,” he mumbles, nuzzling your neck, pressing a kiss to the hickey he left.

“Why?”

“‘Cause I’m already thinkin’ about goin’ another round.”

You laugh. “You’re insatiable.”

His hands slide lower, playful now. “Only for you, love.”

Taglist🏷️: @tysukier @hypertail @tessakate @givemeangstorgivemedeath @jess-cyt @junitries @lelouchwests-blog @annwe23 @wheezytomato @skylyn-vais

[brattyjo]

WHO IS WHO?

JJK MEN EDITION✨

(gojo, geto, nanami, toji, and sukuna)

who gives the best head? ✨geto suguru✨ (that man eats pussy like its his only purpose in life, your pleasure is his pleasure and when he eats.. oh, he devours

best aftercare? ✨nanami kento✨ (come on.. do i even have to explain why?

who is the nastiest? ✨toji fushiguro✨ (toji has absolutely no decorum, he would take you in all ways he could; in public or in private. he doesn't care and theres not a single spot on your body that his tongue would miss, ever. he would lick you from the side of your face 'he would love to bathe you in his cum, if he could' his words..

who gives the best backshots? ✨ryomen sukuna✨ (im sorry, but this man.. there is no mercy once he gets his hands on you. sukuna would love to fuck you in all positions he could possibly ever think of. but something about you all on fours for him sets something searing inside him, as if you're nothing but his personal cocksleeve— a human fucktoy. he'd bend you in half, your ass in the air as he pounds into you in an inhuman pace. oh, he bites too. ryomen sukuna doesn't just fuck, he will obliterate the shit out of your pussy. it's almost as if hes a literal monster with a monster cock too

who has the best stamina? ✨gojo satoru✨ (he isnt called 'the strongest' for nothing, his other pseudo is actually 'gojo the stallion' this man could last 6 hours nonstop if it weren't for you passing out on him

who has the worst breeding kink? ✨nanami kento✨ (oh, this man.. you would think hes all sweet and vanilla in bed, but how wrong you are there. he would actually put you in the meanest mating press as he hammers his cock into the walls of your snug cunt. so deep and fast. the wet squelches of your cunt against the length of his girth as he thrusts in and out of you at a brutal pace is so obscene. every drag of his cock has you spiraling. he would almost pull out til only his velvety tip is left in your entrance just to slam all of his length back into your cunt, making you scream. hes hitting the perfect angle to make sure that every ounce of his cum goes straight into your womb. "open those legs f'me sweetheart, let daddy in. there— ah.. we go. gonna make you a mommy, won't stop until you're stuffed full of my cum."

who is likely to fail NNN the fastest? ✨gojo satoru✨ 3 hours and 45 mins (out of all the jjk men, to say that satoru is the most eager one doing this challenge would be no surprise; given his personality. once november nears, he would be all giddy and shit. a little smug, bragging how this is nothing to him. after all, he is the strongest.. right?? well, that is somehow true, most of it. 'except when it comes to you and your sweet little cunt' (his words) and the moment you tease him, even with just a little peek of the lacey panties you were wearing, or even just the playful glint in your eyes; yep, that man is a goner

who is likely to succeed in NNN? ✨geto suguru✨ 27 days and 16 hours ( rumour has it that the long haired man is the epitome of self control, but when push comes to shove; who is he to deny his own pleasure? these challenges are nothing to suguru, after all, hes doin it for you as a favour.

who has the most foul mouth? ✨toji fushiguro✨ ( please never attempt to go out in public with toji, unprovoked or not. his mouth is as nasty as the numbers in his bank account.. negative!!! "watcha'say ma? think ya can keep quiet while i slip it in?" mind you, you were in the frozen foods aisle at your local grocery store..

[renranram]

Baby making ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

nsfw + fluff

it's literally the title lmfao 😭

let's all be honest here and be straight to the point, schlatt wants to impregnate you ever since he saw you interacting with kids in unpaid intern

ludwig knew by putting both of you two in his show would make great content but he didn't expect he'll actually be an uncle soon

“ baby “ schlatt leans in as you work on editing a new video of yours, “ hm? yeah? “ you look up at him as you lower down your headphones

“ can't you edit later? wanna kiss you “ he states, whiney as he starts pecking your neck, you gasping, feeling his teeth sink in, “ jay… i dont think that's kissing “ you pat his back, hoping to crack a joke

“ y/n… be honest with me okay? “ he pause, pulling away as he faces you, cupping your cheeks as he continues, “ what do you think about children? “ he asks out

as you burst out chuckling, finding him adorable by saying that in a straight face, oblivious of his intentions

“ what? don't laugh im being serious “ he couldn't help but chuckle as he fixes your hair, “ no… it's just… i thought it was gonna be a serious question then you asked me about babies “ you smile

“ it is serious “ he defends himself, smiling at you as you take a deep breath, calming down as you nod, “ uhm… well… i like children..? “

schlatt looks at you weirdly, teasing you, “ ay! i dont mean it that way! “ you playfully hit your fiancé

“ i meant… i wanna take care of children, im happy to take care of children “ you explain thoroughly, as schlatt continues to tease you, as he cocks up one of his eyebrow

“ oh shut up schlatt, you know what i mean “ you chuckle as schlatt sighs, pecking your cheek, “ … okay okay i get it… but you know.. uh.. what about our own children? “

“ our children? “ you repeat, blinking in surprise, “ h-huh…? “ you ask as schlatt caresses your hair

“ toots… i… wanna have children with you “ schlatt confesses, “ our marriage is in 3 weeks… “

“ come on… please… ever since lud’s show… i wanna just… fucking bend you over and fill you up with babies toots.. “ he leans his face on your neck, as your body shivered, feeling his hot breath on your neck

“ jay..! “ you exclaim, surprised, “ what? if you've only seen yourself taking care of those kids, you dont realize how much im excited to wife you up and make you carry my children so badly “ he caresses you hair

“ y/n… babe… please “ he starts pecking your neck, “ toots… please… let me fill you up, let me see you carry our children “

“ … jay “ that's the word that you can mutter out, “ can we do it? “ he gently asks as you take a deep breather, before slowly nodding, “ … okay “

“ fuck… im gonna make love to you all night holy shit “ he chuckles in success as he easily carries you up from your desk as you squeal, surprised

the two of you lock lips, kissing eachother as schlatt holds your back for support before gently setting you down on your guy's bed, hungrily devouring your lips but being so gentle as he slips his hand in your shirt

fondling with your breast, that's why he preferred whenever you don't wear any bras, for easy access if yk what i mean

he gently removes your shirt, liking how your nipples perk up, as he breaks the kiss a string of saliva connects your lips, as he kisses your breast, his lips sucking on your nipples as he looks up at you with those endearing eyes of his

“ angh… jay “ you moan out as he trace kisses all over your body until it reaches your hips, his hand gently guiding you as he removes your pants and panties

“ does it feel good? “ he asks, as he threw your last piece of clothing on your bedroom's floor, as you nod in response, “ i want you to feel so good okay? “ schlatt smiles

as he gently divides your legs, making you spread out for him, “ fuck… how do you get this wet so easily? “ schlatt states before gently entering a finger in, causing you to gasp

“ because… you make me so wet “ you chuckle softly as schlatt chuckes too, slowly thrusting his finger in and out as he leans in to peck your clit

he savors your pussy as he digs himself in, tasting you as he moans out while you arch your back in pleasure, holding onto his hair as you moan his name out, “ jay… fuck “

he swirls his tongue in, fucking your hole with his tongue, he can feel your flaps flutter as he continues on

he licks your clit, swirling his tongue around it even sucking it, “ feels so good toots? feels so good hm? “ he repeats, mumbling as he eats you out

“ yes… yes… ah… schlatt “ you gently pulls on his hair as he continues to thrust his finger in while tongue fucking you, adding another finger causing you to gasp again as you rolls your eyes back

you wrap your legs around his head, locking him in as he notices your breath fastening, you're close, he continues to lick you out as your moans are getting louder and louder every second

“ b-babe… ugh… im cumming “ you breathe out but immediately regretted it as schlatt pulls away, as you whine, “ what the fuck “ you groan out, now pouting

“ dont look at me like that “ schlatt chuckles, “ im not letting my wife get an orgasm because i ate her out “ he replies as he unties his jogs, lowering it revealing his hard dick, not wearing any underwear since it's only you two home

“ remember, our focus here is getting you pregnant with our healthy babies, not tongue fucking you until you're pleasured “ he smiles, teasing you as he pats your cheek, pecking you

he slowly pushes his tip in, teasing you as he rubs it on your clit, “ then get me pregnant already… you're just teasing me at this point “ you pout as he slaps the side of your hips

“ so impatient, are you this eager to be a mother already? “ schlatt pushes his whole size in, gasping, feeling his dick fill you up, you can feel it throbbing inside you

“ fuck! “ you gasp out, as schlatt holds your hips, slamming his dick inside of you, as you gasp again, moaning, enjoying how you easily bounce off just from a thrust

“ you look more prettier like this, “ he teases you, leaning in as he folds your body in half just to able to lock lips with you again, “ i should fuck you everyday so we can be sure you get pregnant “ he added

his rolls his hips, his hands trailing all over your body, touching every part of you, his hands trace your curves, admiring your shape and body

kissing your forehead, cheek, neck, everywhere, this man makes you feel loved everytime, “ you're gonna look so pretty with my kids, yeah? “ schlatt fucks you up

“ you're gonna be my little pretty wife okay, gonna see you carry our kids, gonna make you be a pretty little housewife “

after saying those you can feel his pace fasten, god, it really does feel different without the rubber, you thought, as your room fills with moans, skin slapping, thrusts, groans and squelches

“ ah ngh jay- jay- please… “ you moan out, pulling on his hair as you can feel him throb, his thrusts getting aggressive every second as your body limps in pleasure

“ im cumming.. im cumming.. baby, toots.. ugh.. im gonna fill you up, im gonna fill you up with my babies, you're gonna… fuck… look so pretty pregnant, you're gonna be the most prettiest.. fucking housewife ever “ schlatt starts to peck your face before catching your lips

the two of you kiss, your tongues tangled with eachother as he finally cums inside of you, while you squirt your juices, unison with his orgasm, schlatt pulls out, chuckling in amusement as he sees his semen leaks out of you

“ fuck… you're gonna be a the mother of our children soon “ he smiles, pushing his finger in to keep his semen from leaking

-

a full year had passed, your child was finally brought on the world, you sigh out as you publish a new video, as you look behind, seeing schlatt was holding your daughter, carrying her as he smiles at you

“ is she asleep? “ you stand up, approaching them, “ surprisingly yeah, she's been behaving for me “ schlatt gently caresses your daughter face

admiring as the 3 month old scrunches her face in her sleep, “ she's a big mama’s girl huh? “ you ask, as schlatt nods, “ i think she loves you more than me “

“ but in her defense, if you're my mom id prefer you “ schlatt jokes as you chuckle, leaning your head onto his shoulder

[siddyyyyyyyy]

Unhinged

Jason Todd x Reader

MDNI wc: 0.7K summary: your roommate finds your messages you send your friend about him. warnings: suggestive themes, no y/n used, actually kind of cringe a/n: my dear friend accidently gave me this idea while spamming me with delicious Red Hood edits (@dollyure), evidence will be shared at the end. enjoy!!

You never thought this could happen. You were so careful to leave your own thoughts to yourself and never let Jason see the things you tell your friend. But of course, nothing really goes your way for some reason.

It took one thing for you to end up in this situation. One thing. And that was leaving your phone unattented on the sofa for a minute. Unlocked.

It was a typical evening as any other, just getting to relax and wind down at the end of the week on your favourite spot at the couch with your roommate. Jason was always pretty quiet but respectful of the shared space, a good friend if you want to wind down together. You rarely get to see him in the evenings but on days like this, when he stays in, it feels like a small reward for you.

Of course he doesn‘t know about any of this. Doesn‘t know anything about what your silly texts between you and your friends. You keep it a secret pretty well, so he won‘t think you are a complete weirdo.

Well, until that evening. Setting your phone quickly aside to get to your boiling tea kettle, you forgot to lock it. Jason sits at the other end of the fluffy couch and watches how you scurry away to get the boiling water to a stop. With an amused grin he gets back to his book but keeps getting distracted by the bright phonescreen just a little away from him. Glancing over, he sees the outlines of text bubbles but he can‘t see what‘s written in there yet.

He isn‘t trying to pry or get into your privacy, but the way the other person spams you non-stop is making him more curious. Whatever this conversation is about, he wants to know if it‘s a conflict or some sort of gossip.

Jason checks if you are still in the kitchen and sees you preparing your tea and some sweets. He technically has enough time to snatch your phone while it‘s still open and gets to have a look over the texts. Who knows, maybe he will find out some interesting things on there. So, with these weak excuses, he grabs your phone and starts reading through them.

UNTIL YOUR TONGUE FADES COLOUR??? I mean every word I say. Wow. Just…

His brows furrow. What does this even mean? Are tongues even capable of fading colour? With a quick glance to the kitchen, he scrolls up, reading through the older messages.

From the couch, to the shower, to the bed, from the wall to the floor from missionary to cowgirl, straddled on top JUST LET ME HITTT

His jaw drops. Jason quickly composes himself and sits up, clearing his throat. He is sure he will need extra therapy after this. Ignoring the unfamiliar, warm feeling in his lower abdomen, he continues to read through them. Unsurprisingly, he finds a picture of himself in the chat. His profile picture, some random pictures he didn‘t even you had in the first place.

Until my throat memorises every vein.

That‘s the last message he sees from you before you appear in his sight again. Tea in hand, some cookies in the other. But most importantly, your flushed cheeks and regretful expression. His hand drops your phone and his cheeks also flush.

You can‘t look into his eyes anymore. This is the next worst thing that‘s ever happened to you so far. There is no way you can talk yourself out of this situation at all. He knows basically everything now. From the fact that you crush on him to the fact that you literally want to devour him whole.

Silently, he sets your phone back to its original spot and gets off the couch to stand up. Again, he clears his throat and speaks up first.

»I‘m gonna pretend I didn‘t see all this...«

And before you could apologise or say something to your defense, he is gone, retreating himself into his own room. Maybe even for the better, you can‘t imagine how awkward it would‘ve been if you were to sit next to him for the next few hours.

here is the so called evidence ( from my friends perspective)

and this was the final message that made me do this:

hope you enjoyed it somehow(★‿★)

part two

←MASTERLIST

[loverstrings]

Just a night in - Bucky Barnes x F!Reader | Platonic!Sam Wilson x F!Reader | Platonic!Joaquin Torres x F!Reader

Post-TFATWS, Bucky and Y/N show up to Sam’s D.C. apartment for a night in with him and Joaquin. Just a quiet night with family, and the kind of peace that still feels a little new.

a.n - guys im alive!! im currently working on the edits for chapter eight and a lil sum extra hehehe so that should be up sometime this weekend or next week. i hope you guys enjoy this, wrote this in the car. so lmk if there are any grammar errors.

| can be read as a standalone or apart of project spindle |

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They show up late. Again. 

Bucky knocks like he’s not sure he’s welcome, which is stupid, because the second the door swings open, Joaquin beams and immediately hugs Y/N, then pulls Bucky into a back patting, manly slap on the shoulder kind of thing that makes both of them chuckle.

“You’re late,” Sam calls from the kitchen.

“Forty-seven minutes late,” Joaquin adds, grinning. “Not that anyone was counting. Except me. I was absolutely counting.”

Y/N smirks. “There was traffic.”

Sam snorts. “The drive is only ten minutes away.”

“Lot of red lights,” Bucky mutters, deadpan.

Joaquin raises an eyebrow. “Uh huh. And what color were the lights in your hotel room?”

“We don’t have to dignify that with a response,” Y/N says, immediately dignifying it by running a hand through her hair.

And that’s how the night begins.

They sit on Sam’s couch with mismatched mugs, half empty takeout containers, and a charcuterie board that’s been partially devoured. Music hums low from the Bluetooth speaker, a playlist that Joaquin made that none of them brave enough to change.

The conversation winds like it always does. Casual, then serious, then ridiculous again.

They talk about how hot D.C. is. How Brooklyn’s been quieter lately. Y/N wants a cat—a white one, she insists, something soft and bossy. Bucky pretends to protest, but it’s clear he’s already on board.

“What would you name it?” Joaquin asks, lounging sideways across the armchair.

“Something cute,” Y/N says. “Like Pearl. Or, I dunno. Banana.”

“Alpine,” Bucky offers without looking up from his drink.

Joaquin wheezes. “Banana the cat?”

The laughter fades eventually, softening into quieter talk. Joaquin leans back, fiddling with his drink.

“So, what was it like?” he asks. “Working with Steve. And Natasha.”

There’s a pause. Not an uncomfortable one. Just… weighty.

Bucky sets his cup down. “Steve was all heart. And all conviction. He’d throw himself off anything if he thought it was right.”

Y/N nods. “Nat… she knew things. Always one step ahead. But she made you feel like she saw you. Like, really saw you.”

“I wish I’d met them,” Joaquin says.

“You’d have liked Nat,” Sam says. “She’d have terrified you, but you’d have liked her.”

“What about Steve?” Joaquin asks.

“He’s around,” Sam says, more gently now. “Came back quiet. Keeps out of the spotlight. Mostly helps Wanda when she needs it.”

They all nod—briefly, solemnly.

“Have you seen her?” Joaquin asks Sam.

“Just once. After Westview.”

“Is it true she—”

“It’s true,” Sam says simply. “But she’s trying.”

Y/N’s quiet, jaw ticking. “She deserved a chance to grieve. They never gave her that.”

Eventually the night sways back into lighter things. Movies. Bad mission food. How Buck still can’t make coffee right (“That’s a war crime,” Y/N declares after one sip).

Joaquin starts dozing off, fully asleep halfway through a documentary, feet hanging off the couch at an awkward angle.

Y/N grabs a blanket from the armchair and tosses it over him with a practiced flick of her wrist.

“Mother instincts kicking in?” Bucky murmurs, amused.

She smirks. “He’ll thank me in the morning.”

Bucky chuckles under his breath, watching her walk off toward the kitchen.

She helps clear the dishes while Sam tidies the charcuterie tray.

Then, Y/N leans her hip against the counter. “Hey, Sam?”

He glances over, already expecting something lighthearted. “What, you finally gonna admit Bucky was right about the wine?”

She smiles faintly. “No. I meant… you doing okay?”

He tilts his head. “Tonight? Yeah, it’s good seeing you guys.”

She shakes her head. “No. I mean—being Cap. Being here. In D.C.”

Sam goes quiet for a moment, the weight of the question settling in.

He exhales, drying his hands on a dish towel. “It’s heavier than I thought. Some days…” He pauses, eyes distant for a moment. “Some days I wonder if I’m still earning it. Other days, I feel like I already did. It’s not just the shield. It’s what people see when I hold it. What they expect to see. And what they don’t.”

Y/N doesn’t interrupt. Just watches him, letting the silence stretch as long as he needs.

“You’re doing more than okay,” she says gently. “You’re making them see it. That matters.”

Sam nods once, grateful.

Back in the living room, Bucky’s sitting quietly, rubbing a thumb along a groove in his glass. Y/N returns to him, drops onto the couch, legs over his lap like she’s claiming territory.

He glances over, a small smile tugging at his mouth. “Mission status?”

“Report filed,” she replies, mock formal. “Captain’s stable. Morale’s high. Whiskey stocks running low.”

Sam’s voice calls from the kitchen, dry as ever: “You forget to mention your field name, Sparkle Fingers.”

“Excuse you,” Y/N fires back. “It’s Agent Sparkle Fingers.”

“She’s got the pink glowy magic hands,” Sam adds, stepping into view with a grin. “I don’t make the rules.”

“She makes her own,” Bucky mutters, letting his hand rest lightly on her shin.

Y/N shoots Sam a smug look. “Good thing I’m the one writing Bucky’s post mission evaluation.”

Bucky raises a brow. “Am I passing?”

“Hm.” She pretends to consider it, then smirks. “Still under review. Might need another field test.”

He leans back with a soft laugh. “Terrifying.”

“Effective,” she says sweetly.

Sam walks to the bathroom, shaking his head. “God help us if she ever runs the briefing room.”

Y/N shrugs, raising her voice just enough for Sam to hear—but not enough to wake Joaquin. “Admit it, Wilson. You’d miss me if I didn’t.”

They stay like that for a while. Talking about nothing. Letting the night breathe around them.

Eventually Bucky says, “We should come visit more often.”

“Mm,” Y/N agrees, settling her head on his shoulder. “Next time I’ll bring Alpine.”

“We don’t have a cat yet.”

“Not yet,” she says sleepily. “But we will.”

——

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[kamisobsessed]

Copper

Pairing: Demon!Dean x F!Reader

Summary: You're on your period but that doesn't stop Dean from taking what he wants.

Warnings: Mdni. Smut. Period Sex. Oral (F Receiving). Blood play kinda. Pet Names. Demon!Dean (he's a warning). No use of Y/N.

A/N: Got an ask for this a while ago from anon. Slowly catching up on fic requests lol. Not edited well.

masterlist — taglist

The door opens with a heavy creak.

You don’t move. You’re sprawled across the bed in nothing but Dean’s flannel, your bare legs tangled in the cheap motel sheets, heating pad long since gone cold. You’re cramping, tired, and aching in that low, pulsing way you hate.

But none of that matters the moment you hear his boots hit the floor.

He’s back from wherever he went. You gave up asking. You've been with him since he became a demon. Since the Mark made him a demon.

“Hey,” you murmur, voice soft, not turning to look. “Didn’t think you’d be back this early."

Dean doesn’t respond.

You feel it before you see him, that weight in the air, thick with something dark. Something that wasn’t there when he left.

You turn your head and he's just inside the doorway. Silent. Watching you.

And then he breathes in. Long. Deep. Slow. He goes still.

“What is that,” he says, quiet. But it’s not a question. His voice is a low, rough rasp.

His eyes drop to your bare thighs. The flannel shirt bunched around your hips. The tiny smear of red on the inside of your leg.

Then his eyes meet yours, and they flick to that empty, dark, black.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he breathes, a slow, wicked smile curling across his lips. “You’re bleeding.”

You sit up quickly. “Dean, wait—”

He pushes you back down, hand going over your mouth to shut you up.

“I can smell it,” he growls, voice going low and gravelly. “The second I walked in. That sweet little tang in the air. Copper and heat and wet.”

He stands back up.

“You didn’t tell me.”

“I didn’t think you’d—”

“Would what? Say no?” His grin turns sharp. His eyes flick back to his normal green, but still dark with desire. “Fuck no. You think this turns me off?” He stands at the edge of the bed, staring down at you like you’re a feast. “You think I don’t want you like this?”

He’s already pulling off his jacket. Dropping it to the floor.

“I want you more.”

You shift, breath catching, and that’s all it takes. He’s on you in a blink, grabbing your ankles and dragging you down the bed to the edge.

“Dean—"

“You’re ripe,” he growls, kneeling between your legs, shoving the shirt up to your waist. “You’re dripping for me, bleeding for me. Fuck, baby, this pussy’s begging to be fed.”

He doesn’t ask. Doesn’t wait.

His mouth is on you, tongue dragging through your folds, licking the blood and slick like it’s the first real meal he's had in days. He groans like it hurts, fingers digging into your thighs as he spreads you wider.

You gasp, your hips jerking, but he pins them down.

“Oh, you’re not going anywhere,” he growls against your skin. “You’re gonna let me devour this pretty little pussy. Let me taste what your body’s giving me.”

He eats you like a starving man.

Your hands clutch the sheets, back arching, thighs shaking as he moans into your cunt, tongue fucking you deeper and rougher. The sound of it is obscene. The sounds of slurping, panting, low growls vibrating through your core.

“You taste like sin,” he groans. “Like blood and want and mine.”

You’re falling apart, legs trembling, your breath is ragged as he pushes you over the edge. You cry out, clenching around his tongue, and he doesn’t stop. Just keeps licking, like he’s trying to drink every last drop.

When he finally pulls back, his mouth is soaked. Chin slick with a faint red. He looks dangerous.

You're trying to catch your breath.

Then he’s already unzipping his jeans.

He flips you over onto your stomach, pulling your hips into the air.

“You wrecked already, baby?” he mutters, lining himself up. “I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

He sinks in slow, stretching you open, blood and slick easing the way. You whimper, gripping the sheets as an anchor.

Dean groans in your ear.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Feel that? That’s me claiming you.”

He fucks you deep, steady, skin slapping with every thrust.

"You take me so fuckin' well, my bloody little slut," He growls, hips meeting yours roughly.

He continues moving rough and fast until you're at the edge again, trembling beneath him as you cry out his name. He fucks you through your orgasm.

His orgasm follows as he grinds into you, filling you with his cum.

His cock is still buried inside you, his chest rising and falling with heavy, ragged breaths. His hands are on your hips, holding you wide open, and the sheets beneath you are ruined, streaked in blood and slick and sweat.

Dean pulls out slowly, and the mess between your legs makes him groan.

He stares at your cunt clenching around nothing, dripping his cum, your blood, everything.

“Fuck,” he mutters, dragging a finger through it. Watching the mixture coat his skin. He lifts it to his mouth and licks it clean with a low growl.

He lays down beside you, leaning over to kiss your neck.

“You ever hide this from me again,” he murmurs, voice still dark but quieter now, “I’ll tie you to this bed and make sure you never hide it from me again.”

A/N: We did not get a long enough time with Demon Dean.

tags: @animelucky @mystic-writings @magster196 @soldierboysdoll @caplanbuckybarnes @skywalker0809 @winchesterwild78 @cas-is-my-angel7 @jays-bonnie-on-the-side @mostlymarvelgirl @chevroletdean @waynes-multiverse @sunshinegirlreads

[sematarygirls]

hey….so I’m gonna need some down right……dirty……smut on Barry………

            ♯┆Body Shots With Barry.ㅤ  ۪ ୧

ᰋ. ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎you're speaking my language, anon 😏‎‎ also my strong suit is the lead up to the sex, not the sex itself, so sorry if that part seems kind of short :/  not edited because reading my own smut makes me cringe so bad ‎ ‎ : ‎‎ ‎ ‎WARNINGS . . . unprotected p in v, alcohol, kitchen counter sex, light choking.   ̼ ₊

YOU LAID ON BARRY'S kitchen counter, your shirt discarded, and your shorts hung low on your hips. You shivered at the feeling of the cold countertop on your bare back, your teeth biting down slightly on the lime wedge in your mouth, sending the sour taste onto your tongue.

Barry stood beside you with a lazy smirk, a shot in hand. His eyes raked over your figure, taking an agonizingly long time to down the shot as he was having an exceptionally great time oogling your half-naked body.

“I could get used to this,” he murmured, sliding his hand up your thigh, his cool rings soothing on your flushed skin. Finally, he tipped his head back, his lips pressing to the rim of the glass as he downed the clear liquid. It burned his throat, making his face contort momentarily before he dipped his head down, pressing his tongue above your belly button and licking the pre-applied line of salt up your stomach, reaching just below your bra.

He groaned lowly, moving to hover over your face, looking into your eyes. “Fuck, you taste good, baby,” he murmured, his breath ghosting over your face as he opened his mouth, wrapping his lips around the lime in your mouth, his lips inches from yours, almost kissing you before he pulled away, sucking the juice into his mouth to finish the shot.

“Took your sweet ass time to take that shot," you rolled your eyes, a small smile playing on your lips. You moved to sit up on your elbows, but he stopped you.

"Uh uh, stay there, sexy," he commanded with a smirk, pushing gently on your shoulders until you laid back down. "I'm not done enjoying my view yet." His eyes twinkled mischievously as they wandered appreciatively over your body stretched out on the counter.

You flushed, the look in his eyes making a wet spot form on your panties. You felt so vulnerable under his intense gaze, but you loved it.

“Take your bra off, wanna do a proper shot off those tits,” he ordered after a beat of silence, watching you intently. Your breath caught in your throat, but you did as he said, leaning up to unclip your bra and discard it somewhere in the room along with your shirt.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, staring intently at your boobs as you freed them. “Fuckin' perfect,” he groaned, grabbing the the tequila bottle and pouring it along your chest, the cold liquor immediately hardening your nipples as it trailed down your body.

He leaned down, his tongue trailing from your naval to your chest as he lapped up the tequila. He ran his tongue over your nipple, making you gasp. You reached up, holding the back of his head, your nails raking over his buzz as he licked and sucked at your tits.

"Mmm, fuck," Barry groaned against your skin, his dick straining uncomfortably against his jeans as he devoured your tits. He trailed his kisses up toward your neck as he fumbled with his belt, popping the button open on his jeans.

“Presumptuous, aren't we?" You teased, letting out a soft, breathy moan as he sucked on your neck, no doubt leaving a mark that would darken by the time you left—a reminder of this moment.

He kissed up your jaw, mumbling against your skin. “When a sexy lady lets me do shots off her perfect fuckin' tits, clothes start coming off.”

Your giggle in response was cut off by him pressing his mouth against yours, swallowing the sound. You moaned into his mouth, breaking the kiss to push yourself into a sitting position on the counter, facing him to make it more comfortable.

He stripped his shirt before stepping between your legs, running his hands up and down your thighs. He leaned down to capture your mouth again, his tongue pushing past your lips to tangle with yours. The kiss was hot, messy, and full of need as he grinded his hips into you.

“Knew you had ulterior motives when you suggested body shots,” you murmured between kisses, your breath coming out in hot pants.

“You ain't exactly the protesting,” he shot back, biting your lip hard enough to sting as he grabbed your hands and placed them on the zipper of his jeans. “Unzip ‘em, baby.”

“Perv,” you grinned playfully, unzipping his jeans for him.

He smirked, wiggling out of his jeans, letting them drop to the floor. His boxers did little to conceal his rock-hard erection. "Guilty as charged." He stepped closer, now clad only in his boxers and a sexy grin, the bulge prominent.

You bit your lip, unbuttoning your shorts and letting him pull them down along with your underwear, leaving you naked before him.

He groaned at the sight of you, completely bare and vulnerable before him. "Fuckin' hell," he muttered, his eyes darkening with lust. He stepped closer, pressing his body against yours, his erection rubbing against your thigh.

“You just gonna stand there or...?" You grinned, running a finger down his chest.

“You want me to fuck you right here?" He asked, running his thumb over your lips. You sucked his thumb into your mouth, nodding at him. “Yes, ma'am,” he smirked, pulling his thumb free so he could push his boxers down, freeing his hard length. He gripped the base, rubbing it along your slit and gathering your wetness on his tip, making you moan.

He watched your face closely as he slowly pushed himself inside you, inch by thick inch, until he was fully seated. He groaned deeply at how tight and wet you were, pausing to let you adjust.

Your mouth opened in pleasure, your hand shooting out to grip his bicep and dig your nails into it.

He groaned at your reaction, his hips flexing slightly as he began to move, slowly pulling out and then pushing back in. "Fuck, you feel so good," he muttered, his voice strained with pleasure. He leaned down to kiss you again, his tongue pushing into your open mouth, muffling the sounds of your moans.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as his length slid in and out of your walls, letting you feel every vein and ridge of his hard dick.

"Shit," he cursed softly, hitching your legs higher around his waist, causing him to slide deeper inside you. His other hand went to your throat, wrapping around it and squeezing lightly in a way that made you whine in pleasure.

“Just like that,” you breathed out, feeling a jolt of pleasure through your body as he hit that special spot inside you.

He growled softly, using his grip on your throat to angle your head for a deeper kiss. He started moving faster, his hips slapping against yours as he hit that spot over and over. “This what you wanted, huh, dirty girl?” he panted between kisses, his thumb moving between your bodies to rub your clit in time with his movements.

“Uh huh,” you whimpered, feeling yourself getting closer and closer. Barry could feel it too in the way you began to rhythmically pulse around him.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, feeling your pussy tighten even more around him. He was close, too. “You’re gonna make me come,” he warned, his thumb moving faster over your clit.

It wasn't long after that you felt were arching your back, head tilting back as you moaned, your orgasm triggering his own as he flooded your pulsing cunt with his cum.

He let out a deep, satisfied groan as he came, his body shuddering with the intensity of his release. He kept moving slowly, milking every last drop of pleasure from both of you. His grip on your throat loosened, and he kissed you gently, his tongue softly exploring your mouth. “Good fuckin' girl,” he mumbled.

[chantersboard]

Lovely To Be Rained On With You

Summary: 3K. Reader and Joel rush to find shelter from the storm

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, post-outbreak, oral f!receiving, unprotected PIV, creampie

A/N: okay I have spent so much time on here reading other Joel fics and enjoying myself so I kinda wanted to give back. but first of all I need to get three things off my chest. one, it's been a long time since I've written anything. two, this is my first writing The Last of Us. three, and probably most important as I beg for kindness, it's my first time writing smut. this has been sitting in my docs for too long so Imma just press post and walk away. enjoy! AO3

EDIT: This was a one shot that got continued! You can find it here: Lovely To Sleep With You

The weather was changing rapidly. Not long ago it had only been partly cloudy, but now, for as far as the eye could see, the sky was one massive, threatening cloud. The leaves danced on their branches as the gusting wind flowed through them; their rustling a constant melody accompanied by the quickening beat of two pairs of boots.

Tightening the grip on your rifle, you look up at the darkening sky. The weapon could protect you from a lot, but not from this. It had been four days since you left camp and it was still another day’s walk until you returned. 

There was no outrunning this storm.

A few feet ahead of you Joel Miller marches onward, his broad frame and long legs setting a rapid pace you struggle to keep up with. The pack on your back is overfilled and heavy with recently looted goods. It causes your steps to be slow, more cautious and measured. 

You take a deep breath, “Joel…?” you begin. You’re both thinking it. Someone has to say it out loud. “It’s gonna pour in any minute.”

His graying curls dance along with the leaves in the wind. He steps over a fallen tree then turns and offers his hand to help you over. You graciously accept it, sliding your fingers over his calloused hand. The weight of the bag digs into your shoulders as you step over. Had it not been for the heavy sack you would have been closer to camp by now, but those supplies are the sole reason the two of you journeyed so far away.

“I know,” he says as you join him on the other side of the log. 

“We’re too far from camp—”

“I know,” he repeats, his brows furrowing. He scouts the distance, bright eyes scanning left and right, through the trees and beyond. A bead of sweat slowly falls down his face, the unseasonable hot May weather demanding to be acknowledged.

“There was a cabin…” he trails off, lost in thought. You look ahead, only seeing trees. “D’you remember? Was it before or after all those alliums we saw?”

You think back and try to remember this area from a few days ago but a lot had happened since: Joel injured his shoulder wrestling with a jammed door; you found and promptly devoured a can of ravioli; there were two separate attacks with solitary infected; finding the motherlode of supplies in what looked like a doomsday prepper’s basement; oh, and then there was last night. 

Still riding the high of finding all those medical supplies and ammunition (and a bottle of bourbon), the two of you spent last evening in high spirits. You shared stories and laughed and drank. Joel hummed a tune that had you swaying your hips and smiling towards the obsidian sky. For a moment things felt so easy and normal. 

At some point that night, with only a sliver of the moon in the sky, you stumbled in the darkness and fell into Joel’s arms. You had looked up at him, your hand rested on his strong chest as you breathed in the scent of him. Your body tingled where his hands pressed into your waist. The stars twinkled above him as he smiled crookedly and whispered, “y’okay, sweetheart?” and you nearly confessed. Nearly told him how you truly felt about him. Nearly revealed you knew he watched you when he thought you couldn’t see. 

Nearly kissed his gorgeous face. 

But then he dropped his hands, the magic of the moment gone, and you swallowed your feelings. You fell asleep last night wishing things were different. Wishing Joel was yours. 

A single raindrop plopping on your forehead brings you back to the present. “We saw the cabin first,” you recall. “And then the flowers.”

Joel nods, walking forward even faster than he had before. He too must have felt a raindrop. 

The two of you continue onwards, the sky teasing you with singular drops of rain as you migrant the woodsy terrain. It doesn’t take long until you see them in the distance. 

Alliums. The purple flowers, towering high on skinny stalks, sway in the wind. The bulbous plant, petals like bursting fireworks, are scattered across the field. The sight of them brings you relief. It shouldn’t be much longer until you find the cabin. 

Just as you walk past the last bunch of flowers the sky begins to open up. The rain comes softly at first. Small drops that slide off your skin and moisten your clothing. Foolishly, you believe if it continues like this you’ll be fine. But as lightning shoots across the sky and thunder shakes your body, the drops grow heavier, their frequency increasing. 

The rain continues to fall harder as you trek on. The sound of water blanketing the land drowns out everything else. Joel turns and looks behind at you, his normally bouncy hair weighted down and plastered to his face. Another clap of thunder rings as the rain soaks through you. It seeps all the layers of your clothing, through your jeans, through your socks, pooling in your boots. 

Walking is becoming more difficult as your boots sink into the mud, your clothes are soaked through and heavy and your cumbersome backpack doesn’t help. You’re about to yell ahead, tell Joel it doesn’t even matter anymore, that you’re too tired, but then you see the cabin. 

It’s a tiny little thing. The sheltered patio leads into one cozy room. To your right is a kitchenette, directly in front of you is a small living space, and further back, against the wall rests a bed. There’s a closed off area there as well, presumably a bathroom. 

Joel crosses the cabin, his hand resting on the pistol holstered to his hip, and peers into the smaller room. His posture relaxes and he gives a quick nod. The cabin is safe. 

You rest your rifle against the wall by the door and unceremoniously drop your bag. Relief spreads through your bones. You arch your back and stretch your arms upwards, pulling the muscles along your spine. You glance across the room and there it is again—Joel is watching you. His eyes travel your body and linger where your soaked top clings to your chest.

He’s lost in the sight of you. You raise your arms higher, his gaze warming your cheeks and your core, and you push your chest further out to taunt him. The wet fabric is unforgiving and you're sure he can see your hardened nipples even from across the room. 

You decide to break the silence. “You think it will last long?”

Joel snaps to attention, his eyes finding yours as he runs his fingers through his hair. “Huh? What was that?”

“The storm,” you pause to lick your lips. “Do you think it’ll last long?”

Joel sets his backpack down at the head of the bed. “Not too sure,” he looks past you out the window at the turbulent weather, “regardless, we should stay here for the night.” He opens his bag and begins to rummage through it. 

You nod as you walk over to the foot of bed. With your back facing him you sit on the edge. “In that case I’m gonna get out of these clothes.”

You wrap your fingers under the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head. You toss the clothing and it lands with a loud slap on the wooden floor. After kicking off your boots and socks you lift your hips off the bed enough to push your jeans to your thighs. You struggle to get the tight and stiff wet denim off your legs. 

You lean back on your forearms and look behind at Joel. He’s suddenly very interested in his bag. You watch as he digs around, the muscles in his arms pressing against his tee. His face is glistening wet and it highlights the slope of his nose and the curve of his jaw. He’s just as handsome as always. 

“Hey, Joel?” You bite your lip and wait for his attention. 

His hands still as he looks down at you. “Yes, sweetheart?”

The endearment makes your heart swell. You swing your dangling legs. “Can you help me out of these? They’re giving me trouble.”

He looks at the jeans halfway down your thighs. You’ve changed in front of Joel before but after last night, after spending so much time alone with him, things have gotten intimate.  You feel exposed half undressed in your mismatched undergarments, but it’s also exciting and your breath quickens under Joel’s glare. 

“Yeah, I can help,” he nearly whispers. He drops his bag on the floor, the stuff within no longer important, and rounds the bed. You lift your legs when he gets close and await his touch. 

He holds your ankles first. Gathering the material there, he attempts to pull, but the jeans barely move. So his hands climb up, over your calves, then behind your knees, and when they reach your thighs he pauses. He hooks onto the edge of the material, his thick fingers touching your bare skin, and pulls.

The jeans start to give way. As he tugs your body jostles, your breasts bouncing lightly in your worn bra, each jerk becoming more arousing. Once he’s peeled your pants off he discards them onto the floor along with your shirt. 

“There ya go,” he says as he comes between your legs and leans in. “Will you be needin’ anything else?”

He looks at you, his eyes intense and questioning. He’s so close you can feel his body heat, even with his cool wet shirt brushing against your bare torso. A flash of lightning briefly brightens the room. You swallow hard and wait for the resounding thunder. You won’t repeat last night. You won’t let this moment pass. 

“Kiss me,” you whisper. 

And suddenly Joel’s lips are pressed against yours. He kisses you hungrily, mashing himself against you, finally feeding the longing you’ve both felt for some time. You part your mouth and allow his tongue entry as you melt into him. You explore each other, your hands running along his chest as you’re rendered breathless under his kissing. Your fingers tangle in his shirt. You pull at the fabric wanting to feel his skin against yours. 

Joel breaks from the heated kiss and straightens his body. His eyes are dark and filled with lust as he yanks his shirt off. You watch him as you scoot back on the bed and fully lay down. He kicks off his boots and undoes his belt and jeans. His body is strong from years of manual labor. There’s a line of hair on his soft belly that trails under his boxers.  

“What else do you need, sweetheart?”

You can’t tell if the roaring in your ears is the sound of the rain or of your quickly beating heart. Joel waits for your answer as he unclips the gun holster from his belt and rests it on the floor. His hardening cock springs free when he drops his pants and boxers. 

He strokes himself slowly and you watch as his cock gets harder in his grasp. You rub your thighs together, desperately seeking relief for the growing ache between your legs. You unclasp your bra and cup your breasts. Joel softly grunts when you pinch your nipples between your fingers. 

The sight of him bare and beautiful leaves you breathless. He looks so handsome with his hair slicked back and glossy from the rain. The sight of his cock, hard and ready for you, sets you on fire. He licks his lips and all you can think about is those lips on you. On your mouth, on your tits, on your cunt. You have never wanted someone so badly. 

“You, Joel,” you finally say. “I need you.”

He smiles at your answer and makes his way onto the bed. He takes his time crawling up to you, planting kisses along the way. He pauses when he meets the apex of your legs. 

His fingers curl around the band of your panties and he pulls them down and off. You open your legs, inviting him in, so desperate for his touch. 

He looks up with hungry eyes. “I want to taste you,” he says as his fingers part your pussy lips, opening you even further for him. 

Joel opens his mouth and presses his tongue against your cunt. He licks up, takes his time savoring you until he passes over your sensitive bundle of nerves. The sensation has you moaning and lifting your hips to meet his mouth. 

“Oh, Joel,” you whine as he continues sucking and licking you, alternating between the flat of his tongue and the point of his tip. One of his large fingers finds the entrance to your hole and pushes inside. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me already,” he mumbles into your folds. “One of my fingers isn’t enough, is it?”

Your hands run through his hair as he inserts another finger inside you, your walls clenching around him. He pumps his fingers in and out of you, curling them into the spot within you that has you moaning his name. 

Your pleasure grows as Joel finds his rhythm, his mouth and hand working together to bring you closer and closer to orgasm. 

“Please, Joel,” you’re begging, pleading with him. “Don’t stop! I’m so close, please don’t stop!”

So he doesn’t. His moans join your screams of pleasure until the pressure in your core finally snaps. Your back arches and your legs shake as your orgasm rips through you. Joel’s fingers continue to work through your high, prolonging your pleasure until your legs relax and your grip loosens from his hair. 

“Fuck,” you exhale as Joel crawls up, his strong body caging around you. He leans into you, the touch of his skin on yours and the weight of him soothing your body. He nestles his face into the crook of your neck as one of his hands squeezes your breast, his fingers playfully twisting your nipple. 

He’s planting kisses on you again, on your neck, along your jaw, then on your lips. You moan when you taste your own release on his tongue as he slips it between your lips. You spread your legs further underneath him, a fire burning in your core that only he can put out. His cock rests thick and hard between you. 

“I still need you,” you whisper, lifting your hips to grind yourself against the length of him. You need all of him, every pound and every inch. You need his touch, his lips, his moans. You need him around you. You need him in you. 

He grunts as you rub against him, your wet hole eager to be filled. 

“I need you too,” he whispers back as he reaches in between your bodies. He grabs himself and aligns the thick head of his cock at your entrance. 

You whimper as he slowly pushes himself inside you. Inch by inch your walls stretch to accommodate his shaft. Seeds of pleasure start to grow when he’s fully inserted into you. 

Joel stills inside you and looks into your eyes. His face is twisted in bliss. “Goddamn, your pussy is squeezing me so tight,” he rasps. He sharply exhales when you flex your cunt around him. 

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. He begins to pump his hips then, making soft shallow thrusts until he’s gotten used to the feeling of you. He moans into your mouth as he picks up the pace, nearly pulling himself out of you entirely before plummeting back into your depths. 

His dick is intoxicating. Waves of pleasure wash over you each time he rams himself deep in you. He fills you completely, your wet hole stretching around the length of him. 

Joel begins stroking faster, his hips snapping into you at a blinding pace. Your fingers dig into his back when he rocks into the spot that makes you arch your back and moan his name. 

He smiles, satisfied with the pleasure his cock gives you. “Right there?” He asks as he continues to mercilessly drill into you, pounding your sweet spot over and over again. 

“Yea—oh my god, Joel—yes!”

He’s already pushing you towards your next orgasm and he can sense it. He repositions your bodies, folding you nearly in half as he brings your knees up. 

You scream out as the altered position lets him stroke deeper inside you. His cock hits your cervix, pain and pleasure meshing together, forcing you closer to the edge. 

“You like that, sweetheart?” Joel asks as your moans increase in volume. “Look at your pretty pussy juices making a mess… so fucking wet.”

You look down where the two of you are connected. You watch as he disappears inside you and then reappears again, shiny with your slick. The image makes your head spin. 

“I… oh fuck! I’m gonna… I’m gonna—”

“You’re gonna cum on my cock for me? Huh?” His strokes are becoming more erratic, his own orgasm approaching. “Gonna let me feel that pussy grip my dick while you cum?”

Joel’s filthy words combined with his dick destroying your cunt sends you over. You yell out as your orgasm knocks over you. Your pussy pulsates around Joel, pushing him over the edge. You milk his cock as he cums, his dick twitching inside you as his warm seed fills your hole. 

The two of you lay there a while, Joel softening inside you as his body envelopes yours. When your body has relaxed and your breathing has slowed Joel softly presses his lips to yours. He rises and slowly pulls out. You feel your combined arousal spill out of you once he’s completely out of the warmth of your cunt. You immediately miss the fullness he gave you when he rolls over to lay beside you. 

The storm continues on outside. Fat raindrops pellet the cabin and the wind rattles the windows. Staying in was a good call, the sky was already darkening with the approaching night. 

You look over to Joel. His eyes are closed, his face is soft and relaxed. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him look so calm before.

“Y’okay, sweetheart,” you ask, mirroring Joel’s words from last night. 

Joel chuckles as he intertwines his fingers in yours. “Yeah. I am now.”

[emptywwwriting]

Brat

Paring: Joel Miller x reader

Summary: After you make a stupid call and get you and Joel into a bad situation he teaches you a lesson

or

Joel fucks some sense into you over a table.

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, Joel is mean, Joel calls you names, reader is high on pain pills lowkey but everything is consented to, it makes sense I promise just read, Joel pushes you around, age gap

WC: 2.5k

A03: Brat

Notes: This is nasty asf im so sorry, feel free to leave feed back. also send asks if u have ideas for future fics. Anyways I have had this written but unpolished for a while, and im lowkey unmotivated with my age gap Jackson fic rn so I wanted to give y'all something until then

Edit: I finally edited it! i hope it sounds a little better, and tysm for notes :)))

“What the fuck is your problem?” Joel yells slamming the door harshly behind him.

“My problem? What the fuck?” You throw your bag down in defeat. 

“We could have brought back all that fucking supplies and you just blew it all up.” You’re yelling at him now.

“Yeah,” He huffs. “real good it would have done us dead!” He's taking steps towards you.

Your throat tightens.

“That loss was on fucking you. We could have just slid by and not started nothin’, now we're down on supplies even more and you have a fuckin hole in your side.” He’s seething and growing closer.

“Yeah, I would've had a real good fix if you had listened to me!” You're shaking, and taking steps towards him, finger in his face.

It's a screaming match, but you're losing steam, the wound on your side is manageable but painful, the stitches pull at your skin and you're still a little dizzy from the blood loss, but the pain pills Joel had shoved in your mouth should kick in any moment.

You and Joel had just stumbled into the middle of a hunter's base while traveling. It was filled with supplies like ammo, guns, and food. The two of you disagreed on whether to get the supplies or not, Joel thought it was too risky but you disagreed. Your stubbornness led to a massive shootout, and shortly after the first shot was fired, the two of you were cornered. Joel had to throw a pipe bomb, which inevitably killed the hunters and blew the supplies to pieces. You barely escaped the fight after a bullet grazed your side. Now you were left with no ammo or supplies, and a pissed-off Joel.

“Listen to you?” He retorts, shocked. “You nearly got us killed!” He's gaining on you, backing you into the wall.

“I was thinking ahead! If you would have just followed me and not made a fuss, we would have been fine!” Your voice starts to falter as his tall frame devours you.

“Thinking ahead my ass, you were only thinkin’ bout yourself!” He furiously spat. 

You back up slowly, as he continues to yell. You can't think of anything else to say, and your throat feels raw. His eyes are filled with rage, brows pinched together tightly. His hand lands on your shoulder, and with a firm shove, your back instantly hits the wall. Before you can process what happened, his hand flies up, grasping your jaw harshly and pulling your head to look up at him.

“If you’re gonna act like a fuckin’ idiot again, don't drag me down with you.” He says carefully. 

His chest is rising and falling quickly fighting aginst the constaints of his flannel The breath has been ripped from your lungs as you stare up at him anticipaitingly. You can't break eye contact, and silence is starting to take over, only both of your heavy breathing fills the air. His eyes are black, staring so deep into your own you feel like you can't hide anything. His grip on your jaw loosens, only for a moment before you are yanked towards him. His lips crash into yours messily, capturing you in a violent kiss. His body is pushed into yours, knee slotting in between your legs, pressing you even further back into the wall. You feel his teeth graze your lips, biting and nipping at anything he can. You try to keep up with the frantic kiss, but can't. His hands move from your jaw to your neck, to your shoulder and back, like he doesn't know where to go. Your own are frozen at your side, balled into fists. The fast pace is bruising and your jaw begins to ache from his force. 

His lips leave yours, as he brings your head up further craning it. Just as you are finally able to take a breath, he reconnects to your neck. Sucking on every inch of skin he can, it's fast and almost narotic, anamiliostic even, but it doesn't stop you from trying to squeeze your legs together. His bites become more harsh and you can't help but let out weak groans. He pushes his knee up into you more and your legs go numb. Your mouth is wide open, eyes screwed shut.

Joel is littering kisses and merciless bites down the column of your neck, hands feeling feverishly up and down your sides.

He trails to your collarbone, biting it gently then making his way back up. He kisses his way to your jaw and over to your ear before standing up completely. His leg disappears from under you and you have to catch yourself from falling.

Looking down at you, his eyes are still dark.

“Go stand in front of the table.” His voice sounds scratchy and out of breath. 

You stare at him blinking dumbly trying to make sense of everything that just happened. Your mouth opens to say something, but the thought is lost as soon as it had come to you. His hair is disheveled, sleeves are rolled up exposing his aged yet muscular forearms. He is so tall and so brooding, it's so terrifyingly attractive. Something about his rage is just turning you on more and you know its wrong but it feels so good.

“You stupid or sumthin’?” He sounds mean, so condescending, and normally his talking down on you enrages you, but right now, everything in your head wants more of him. His kisses, his smell, the way his knee felt pushing up against your most sensitive part, you feel high.

He tilts his head at you warningly, and you slowly push yourself off the wall and walk shakily over to the table in the middle of the dusty room. You place your hands on the edge of the table standing up straight and facing away from Joel. It's quiet for a minute before you hear the thudding of his boots growing closer to you. They stop just behind you and you're shoved over the table by a rough hand. You whine at this quietly, hands braced against the surface. Once again he makes contact with your back, pushing you slowly yet firmly into the piece of furniture, forcing your arms out to the side of you.

“You’re a fuckin’ brat.” His hands trail their way to your hips squeezing long and hard, pulling them against his own. He's kneading the flesh, you feel his eyes burning holes into you.

“Just a stupid kid, thinkin’ you always know what's best.” He trails off and starts pulling your jeans down and over your ass slowly. The cold air of the room gives you chills and you attempt to push your legs together.

You turn your head to the side.

“N-not a kid.” You are barely able to get out, your lungs still feel empty.

His hand makes contact with your now bare ass. Not hard, but enough to make you close your mouth.

“Shut it.” He's serious.

He sighs and continues.

“You're cocky, and young...” He pauses for a moment, maybe second guessing himself about to fuck a twenty year old girl, the same thought crosses your mind but neither of you really care at this point.

Your head is spinning out of control, a slight nausous feelings seeps into your gut when you suddenly recall the three multi-colored pills Joel had given you earlier. Your stomach drops for only a moment before you recognize the euphoria flooding your brain. 

You barely notice the sound of Joel’s belt buckle coming undone.

“Should have listened to me ya know,” He says, grabbing your ass firmly and pulling it away from the table, and snapping you out of your thoughts. 

“I've kept you safe for how many months now?” He grunts, prodding your entrance.

You gasp.

He leans to the side and makes eye contact with you.

“Listen to me next time and maybe you won't have a fuckin’ hole in your stomach again.” He stands back up straight again.

“Mhm sorry-” Your apology is empty, you feel like you're melting into the table, and all you can think about is the feeling of his dick at your hole. You're not really sorry, your just sorry hes not already in you.

You know this, and he knows this.

“Yeah, sorry don't cut it no more. Think you can look all pretty at me and I'll forgive you? I'm done with that shit.” He thrusts into you so suddenly you yell, or at least you think you do, but you're too dizzy and the feeling of his cock deep inside is all you can feel. He's saying something but you can't hear anymore, your eyes are shut and all you know is the weight of him inside you. His touch is like a mantra in your head.

Joel Joel Joel Joel

He pulls back quickly, then slowly sinks into you again. You're moaning over each inch, unable to do anything but take it. He pushes your ass apart, and pulls out slightly, sinking back in once more. He repeats this slowly a few more times, mesmerized by the sight of you sucking him in. Your moans come out strangled, and you stumble over incoherent words.

“I always take care of you right?” His voice is low. His hands go to your hips again and continue at a slow pace. The wet sound is so disgustingly loud, that it makes you cringe, but just as with every other thought, it is quickly blurred. Your brain is foggy with lust, and probably the painkillers, but that doesn't matter right now, nothing but this amazing feeling inside of you matters.

You moan in response. He huffs out a laugh.

“You're never this compliant, this what I have t’do to make you listen?” His hands squeeze you harder.

You hum so brokenly in response he almost feels bad, but the way you're gripping around him lulls him in further, there's no going back now.

“Gon' be real good for me?” His southern drawl drips off of every word he says. 

“Let me take care of you like I always do. You be a good girl and keep layin’ here.” You go to speak but your words die in your throat when he slams into you again. 

His pace quickens so fast you can't move anymore. Your eyes are now wide open staring across the empty room, mouth open moaning non stop. He is hitting something so devastating inside of you that your knees go weak and hang loosely over the table. He's grunting, with each thrust, lost in the way you feel.

“Fuck, so good. Feels so good.” He's breathless, holding onto your bruised hips for dear life.

“Shoulda' done this months ago.” He slurs.

The thought of Joel fucking you, in the truck, in the woods, in dilapidated houses, really anywhere, is making the blood rush to your head. Your neglected clit is throbbing needily, and your stomach is beginning to tighten.

Your walls squeeze around him and his pace falters for a moment as he lets out a strangled moan, he sounds like he's in pain. You on the other hand are just yelling at this point, weak moans lace everything that comes out of your mouth. Your arms are gripping the flat surface as much as possible, bracing yourself against his violent movements. The coil tightens and you feel your orgasm approaching.

An “Oh god” leaves your mouth but it's so slurred and desperate it doesn't feel real.

“Come on baby girl.” He angles his hips down and you're blinded by the feeling. 

“Fuckin’, god... Brat. Come all over me.” He sounds breathless, yet still furious. 

You're so high on his everything, that the words only push you further and further over the cliff, and suddenly your whole body tenses so unbelievably tight you can't move. Your hips stutter back against Joel, locking him inside of you. He's sputtering your name, mixed with Fuck’s and You feel so good’s.

Your insides clamp down on him and he stops moving completely, now just grinding his hips into yours weakly. Each wave tightens your body even more than the last, it goes on for what feels like forever. Eventually, the final surge passes and you melt into the table, completely limp. Your senses are numb, and all you can feel is Joel's dick jerking in you rhythmically.

He must have come but you were so overwhelmed by your own orgasm you didn't even notice. He's breathing hard above you, your body is coated in sweat, soaking through your shirt. Slowly your feelings come back. Joel finally releases your hips and pulls out of you gradually. The feeling is deflating, and you feel even smaller than before. Your hole flutters around nothing, but you can't move off the table still. You feel Joel staring at you, and then you feel it start to trickle out of you, shame floods your mind and your face goes red. You feel him bend down to grab the jeans that were still hanging off your ankles, pulling them up and over your ass again. The dampness of his cum makes you shift slightly, and you try to push yourself up off the table. When you do your vision goes black, and you hesitate not wanting to pass out on him right after he fucked you.

Slowly now you stand, legs trembling under your weight. The euphoria of the painkillers is coursing through your body so intensely, that you had forgotten about the wound. Reaching down to feel it, it was dry still not bleeding. 

That's surprising.

You turn to see Joel gathering his things from around the room, and throwing his backpack over his shoulder. He's running his hands nervously through his hair.

How does he look so composed?

Your hair is tangled and messy, dried tears crust your face, and your jeans are still not buttoned and unzipped.

“Get your stuff.” He says quietly, timidly, and not making eye contact.

He wants to leave now?

“We’re not-, I can't even-” You stutter, shocked at how he expects you to be able to walk back to the truck in this state.

“Get  your   stuff.” He says again, giving you a warning glance. 

You blink at him, you're dizzy and weak, everything is sore in the best way possible but you genuinely don't feel like you can walk. You struggle over to your backpack and scoop it off the floor, putting it on. When you look up Joel has already opened the door and is scouting the area, making sure no one is in sight. Once clear he steps out, holding the door for you. You walk slowly, limping over to him not looking him in the eye, you're too embarrassed to. When you step outside he closes the door and begins walking in the direction of the truck. You feel frail and the idea of the half-mile walk back makes you feel even more fatigued. He seems weirdly unbothered by everything that just happened, while you on the other hand are a wreck. 

The whole way back, you stumble after Joel, underwear uncomfortably wet.