#adam’s hands fit nicely on my waist.

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this post got me thinking about bodies and the way that we fit together with our f/os. do your fingers interlock perfectly? does their palm seem to rest perfectly on the small of your back? how do you match up with each other when you’re cuddling or hugging?

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Dirty Little Secret

☆Genre: Smut MDNI 18+ only

☆Pairing: sex worker!mingi x afab!reader (best friends to ??)

☆Word count: 7.6k

☆Warnings: Porn, eye contact, praising, oral/face sitting (f receiving), use of sex toys (m receiving), reader records Mingi masturbate, dirty talk, begging, Mingi is pretty soft, fingering (f receiving), you’re both desperate, reader is easily flustered and Mingi is a tease (let me know if I missed any)

☆Summary: Your best friend Mingi stays the night at your place after not seeing each other in a while. When he abandons his phone you decide to play on it, the last thing you were expecting to find was his secret porn account.

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After a nice shower, you’re lying in bed watching the show you’ve been binge-watching for days. Suddenly, you feel your phone vibrate beside you, getting a text from Mingi.

Loser (Mingi): Yo, I’m here >:)

A smile grew on your face, jumping out of bed and running toward the door. When you swing the door open, you’re met with a smiling Mingi, his sleepover bag in one hand, his other resting on the top of the doorframe.

“Wassup bitch!” You exclaim.

Mingi smiles wide, pulling you in for a hug, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as your hands wrap around his waist. You swear he grew taller from the last time you saw him. 

You and Mingi haven’t been able to hang out much anymore. With your different jobs, your schedules just don’t align. Adult life is lame. Sometimes you wish you could go back to your teenage years, when you both hung out practically every day. After school, during lunch, whenever you wanted. But here you are; you have your own apartment, car, and job, but life is still boring when you can’t see your best friend much.

“Hello to you too,” he giggles.

When you pull away, Mingi steps inside, sliding his shoes off and putting his keys down on the table.

“Oh my god, I’m so excited! When was the last time we had a sleepover? It feels like ages.”

Mingi runs his hands through his short blonde hair, thinking to himself to recall the last sleepover, letting out a sigh. 

“Damn, I don’t even remember.”

His hand dropped to his side, and you watched as his black and white beaded bracelet swung around his wrist. You look down at your matching one on your wrist and smile softly. 

“Aw, you still wear this?”

You reach over, toying with the beads on Mingi’s wrist. This was a bracelet you made for Mingi years ago, and you decided to make a matching one for yourself. It was basically a friendship bracelet, but Mingi never liked calling it that; he thought it was too cringeworthy. (You know he secretly likes it, though.)

“Of course I do; I never take it off.” 

You both make your way to the bedroom. Mingi drops his bag down on the bed, and you plop down on the mattress. He unzips his bag, digging through to pick out his sleeping clothes.

“Before I get settled, I want to shower; I just got out of the gym not too long ago.”

“Is that why you’re dressed like Adam Sandler?”

Mingi snaps his head up, glaring at you with narrow eyes, fighting back a smile.

“What is that supposed to mean?” 

You giggle at his reactions, looking him up and down with a feigned disgust.

“Oh honey, you’re wearing shorts, a baggy tee, and flip-flops. If that’s not an Adam Sandler fit, I don’t know what is.”

Mingi rolls his eyes at your comment, secretly thinking it was funny, but he wouldn’t let you know that. Your ego is already too big. He grabs his clothes and washbag, heading toward the conjoined bathroom in your bedroom. 

“I’m going to ignore you and shower.”

Mingi stops in his tracks, pulling his phone out of his pocket to hand it to you. 

“Oh, before I go, can you charge my phone?”

You grab it, still laughing softly to yourself, and plug it in the charger. 

“I got you; now go shower you smelly boy.” 

Mingi chuckles and walks off into the bathroom. 

A few minutes later, you hear the shower running, and you’re laying back in bed, staring up at the ceiling. Mingi was only gone for a minute, and you were already bored. You let out a sigh, looking around the room to find something to entertain you. You peek over at the bedside table, glancing at Mingi’s phone.

You grab the phone, laughing to yourself. You used to do this thing whenever Mingi left his phone around: take a bunch of funny photos of yourself and set them as his lock screen. You liked to see his reactions when he finds the photos, and sometimes he would keep it on his phone screen for a long time. You haven’t done it in a while, so why not do it again? It was a harmless prank that always made you two laugh. 

You turn on his phone, the screen shining brightly on your face, almost blinding you. His lock screen was a picture of an anime character from Chainsaw Man. ‘What a dweeb’ you thought to yourself. You put in his passcode, letting out a little victory chuckle when it let you in. Although your laugh immediately died down when your eyes met with a random Twitter account. That’s weird; you follow Mingi on all social media platforms, but you’ve never seen this one. 

You furrow your brows in confusion, Sir Min, the username read. What was this account? And why was Mingi looking at it? Clearly he was just on it; the app loaded up right as you turned on the phone. You read the bio, and your heart pounded.

‘18+ NSFW These videos and pics all belong to me. If you like what you see, sub to my OF;)’

What? 

You spring up, hunching over with the phone inches away from your face. You heard the pounding of your heart in your ears; you were frozen, blankly staring at the words on the screen. There was a voice in your head telling you to stop; this felt like something you shouldn’t be seeing. You should really turn Mingi’s phone off and put it away, out of sight, out of mind. 

Yeah, you definitely should put the phone down... but your curiosity got the best of you. Your trembling thumb slowly scrolled down the page. Your heart dropped when you saw the first video. 

A man sat back in a chair; you were unable to see his face; only his neck down was in view. His sweats were pulled down to his midthigh, and his shirt was hitched up, exposing his soft stomach. Your mouth grew dry when you noticed the way he was teasingly stroking his dick, occasionally slapping it against his abdomen. You watched in awe as a string of spit ran down into view and landed on his pink tip. 

What. The. Fuck. 

You watched the way his black and white beaded bracelet bounced on his wrist as he stroked his (fairly big) cock. Your breath hitched, and you were ashamed when you felt a pant of arousal rush through your body. Your stomach churned when you realized the man on the screen wasn’t just any man; it was Mingi. 

You were so engrossed in the video in front of you that you failed to notice the trickling of the shower ceased. The sound of jiggling from the bathroom doorknob brought you back to your senses, and you immediately turned off the phone and threw it on the bed. 

Mingi walked out of the bathroom, ruffling his hair with the towel to dry it off. You laid back, grabbing your own phone to look as casual as possible. 

“I feel so much better now.”

Mingi sighed, throwing the towel on a chair in the corner of the room. He looked at you with a small smile, placing his hands on his hips. You’re heart was still racing, and you had to stop your eye’s from wandering down at Mingi’s topless body. His sweats hung low on his hips, and Calvin Klein underwear peaked at the top.

“About time, I almost died of boredom.”

You sit up, internally patting yourself on the back for sounding so nonchalant. Mingi chuckled and crawled in bed beside you. 

“So what do you want to do?” 

You stared at Mingi as he grew closer to you, subconsciously scooting away a bit. It was a little change in demeanor, but Mingi noticed it right away. He decided not to think too much about it, and he leaned in closer.

“You’re not going to put on a shirt?” 

Your tone was a bit more nervous than you anticipated. Mingi looked down at his topless body and shrugged.

“It never bothered you before.”

He reached over, grabbing the remote to scroll through the TV. He’s right, it never has before, so why does it bother you now? You sit back against the headboard, staring at the TV screen. You’re mind kept thinking back at the video; you definitely shouldn’t have seen it... but why are you a bit disappointed you couldn’t see more?

You never thought Mingi would be the type to sell nudes for money. You knew there was a lot of catching up to do, but you certainly weren’t expecting that. 

“Oh my god, I love this movie. Have you seen it?” 

Mingi turns to you, his eyes bright with excitement. You couldn’t seem to stare at him; your gaze stayed on the TV.

“Oh, no, I haven’t. We can watch it.”

“Yes! Okay, I think you’ll like this one a lot; it’s hilarious.”

Mingi smiles wide and plays the movie. He lays back in the bed, turning toward your direction to lay his head on the pillow beside you. His hair tickled your arm, and your body grew hot when you felt his leg entangle in yours. You sit up abruptly, and Mingi looks up at you confused.

“I have to use the restroom. I’ll be back.”

“Ok… Don’t take too long, though. I know you just sit on the toilet watching Tik Toks.” 

You roll your eyes and chuck a pillow at him. Mingi giggles while blocking your attack. You walked into the bathroom, trying to act as casual as possible. When the door closes behind you, you press yourself back against the wall, trying to comprehend everything.

Why hasn’t Mingi told you about this? 

How long has he been doing it for? 

Why did it turn you on? 

All these questions raced in your head. You hate how you’re acting right now. I mean, Mingi is a grown man; he can do this type of work if he wanted to. You never cared when you found out other people were interested in sex work. So why are you reacting this way when it comes to Mingi?

After you pulled yourself together, you stepped out of the bathroom. Mingi laid in your bed, head resting on his hand as he watched the movie. You sat down beside Mingi, keeping a little distance from him.

“Welcome back.”

He smiled, noticing the way you sat a bit farther, furrowing his brows in confusion.

“I don’t have some kind of disease; come over here.”

Mingi reached over, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer. You gasp loudly, feeling your core ache again at the way he can easily manhandle you. You mentally curse yourself for reacting that way. 

It’s not unusual to be clingy with Mingi; you both do it all the time, but for some reason every time he touched you, you couldn’t stop thinking about how it would feel to have his hands touch other places.

You let out an awkward chuckle when Mingi snuggled his head in your lap; you’re body tensed when feeling how close he was. You couldn’t believe yourself; you’re really thinking dirty thoughts about your best friend, who is innocently snuggled into you.

The whole time you guys were lounging and watching the movie, you couldn’t seem to relax. Your hands stayed glued to your sides, and you keep getting lost in thought, not paying attention to the film at all.

Your unnatural behavior didn’t go unnoticed by Mingi. He tried to let it slide the first time, but when he saw that your body wasn’t relaxed and you weren’t playing with his hair like you usually do, he let out a sigh. He sat up, pausing the movie and turning to you with a suspicious look.

“Okay, what’s your problem?” 

Your head jerked in Mingi’s direction, not expecting him to ask that. You try to find words, mouth opening and closing like a fish. 

“What do you mean?” 

Mingi stares at you with a knowing glance and a small frown. 

“You’re acting weird. It’s like you’re scared of me or something. You won’t relax; you’re hardly talking to me, and you won’t even touch me.”

Your heart aches at his words; you were so shaken by what you saw on Mingi’s phone that you subconsciously started to treat him weirdly. You thought for a moment, debating whether to come clean or pretend like nothing happened.

Mingi stared at you intently, waiting for an answer. You can see the slight worry in his eyes. You already knew he was starting to feel a bit insecure by the look on his face. You let out a small sigh.

"No, Mingi, you didn’t do anything wrong to get me upset.”

“How did you know that’s what I was thinking?”

“You’re making that sad puppy face.” 

Mingi smiled softly at your words, looking away as you both chuckled. He felt a small pang of relief but was still worried, wanting to know what’s wrong.

“Then what’s wrong?”

He scooted closer, wanting to wrap his arm around your shoulder, but based on your behavior earlier, he kept his hands to himself. 

You decided to give in; fuck it, just tell him the truth. You take in a breath before speaking in a shaky tone.

“Well, when you were in the shower. I wanted to mess with you, so I took your phone, and when I turned it on..."

Your voice drifted off. Mingi waited patiently to hear you out. Soon he came to realize what you saw; his heart dropped and his eyes widen.

“Oh-“

You turn away feeling embarrassed; you didn’t want to look Mingi in the eyes. You felt so bad; how could you invade his privacy like that?

“I’m sorry; I swear I didn’t mean to see that. I just wanted to take funny photos of myself on your phone. The app was already open when I turned it on.”

Mingi lets out a small chuckle at your nervous rambling. The noise caused you to relax a bit, knowing he wasn’t angry.

“I’m sorry..” 

You say quietly, looking like a sad puppy with its ears flopped down. Mingi coos internally at your expression, ruffling your hair.

“It’s okay”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in, leaning back against the headboard and hiding your face in your hands. 

“Did you see anything?”

You can hear the slight shyness hiding under his attempt to sound confident. You paused for a moment, thinking back at the video you watched, and nodded slowly.

Mingi nervously chuckles at your response, trying to sound cocky and playful to lift the mood.

“Did you like what you saw?” 

You sat there in silence, your face heating up behind your hands at his question. Your silence was all Mingi needed to know the answer; he raised his brows and his heart quickened. He mostly said that as a joke, but seeing your reaction ignited a fire in him. 

“Oh…..oh. What video did you watch?”

He smirked, scooting a bit closer. You nudged Mingi away, rolling your eyes at his teasing behavior. 

“Fuck off, Mingi. I already have the sight of your dick in my head. I don’t need to hear your sexy voice.”

Mingi smiles wide, liking the reaction you’re having. To be frank, Mingi was embarrassed at first when you revealed that you saw his secret porn account. Although after seeing your reaction, he has a newfound confidence coursing through him. 

"No, no, just tell me. Which video was it?”

You glared at him wanting to smack the smirk off his smug face (or kiss it off, but let’s not get needy). You roll your eyes, knowing Mingi wasn’t going to let this go.

“It was...the one of you.”

You moved your fist up and down, not being able to say it out loud. You couldn’t meet his gaze; you didn’t have to see his face to know he was smirking wide.

“Oh that? That’s a popular one of mine.”

“Ugh, Mingi I don’t need to know what gets your fucking fans all horned up.”

You groan, pushing Mingi away. He laughs softly, noticing the small blush creeping up in your cheeks.

"Aw, come on, I know you liked it.”

It’s not unusual for Mingi to talk to you in a teasing, flirty tone. It never used to phase you, but something about this situation in particular makes you ache between your legs. 

You roll your eyes, plopping down on the bed, and cover yourself with the blanket. Mingi chuckled as he watched you hide away. You spoke back in a muffled voice.

“I’m going to bed, freak.”

He patted you on the back, still laughing softly, and turned off the light.

“Good night; try not to have any wet dreams of me.”

You kicked him under the covers; he let out a small groan and forced yourself to sleep. Embarrassing to say... you do in fact have a wet dream of Mingi that night. Not your proudest moments, but you’re only human. 

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Weeks have past since that night. It almost felt like you two grew even closer after finding out Mingi’s big secret. After that night of the sleepover, you both had a deep talk about why Mingi entered this line of work in the first place. 

He explained to you how he was struggling with money and his own body image. At first he didn’t want to resort to that kind of work, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Once he uploaded his first video, he grew an audience pretty quickly; that’s when he learned that he liked making content more than he thought he would. 

It taught him how to appreciate his body and his own pleasure, and after meeting new people in the same kind of work, he realized that he wasn’t alone in his struggles. Also, the amount of money that comes in was very nice; who could complain? 

After he opened up to you, you had a different view on the situation at hand. Knowing the reason for everything, you grew to admire Mingi more, and it never bothered you when he would speak about his "films." He would even ask you for advice or requests on what he should post next. 

What you weren’t proud of, though, was the late nights you spent staring up at your ceiling. Phone in hand, the Twitter search tab open as you fight the urge to search his account again. The amount of times you made yourself cum while watching Mingi fuck a flesh light was embarrassing to say out loud. 

You were on your way to Mingi’s house, a grocery bag of snacks in your hand. You parked in front of his house, pulling out your phone to text him. 

You: “Aye loser, I’m here.”

You gather your belongings, stepping out of the car and walking to his front door. You didn’t get a reply, which was weird. You glanced down at your phone, waiting to see the three dots to indicate he was typing. When they don’t appear, you shoot another text.

You: "I said I’m here 💀"

No reply; that’s weird. 

You jiggle the front door knob only to find it was unlocked all along. Usually when he leaves it that way, he expects you to just walk in, and that you do. 

When you stepped into the living room, it was vacant; there weren’t any games set up for you two on the table. You furrow your brows in confusion and set your bags down, slipping off your shoes.

“Mingi?”

You hear a thump noise coming from his bedroom, and your heart drops. What was that? It sounded like something falling. Without a second thought, you rushed to his bedroom, afraid that maybe he fell to the ground or something like that.

You hear a small groan of annoyance coming from his room; you barged in no hesitation and immediately froze when you saw him. 

Mingi stood at the edge of his bed, pants down and very hard; his tripod lay broken on the floor. When Mingi looked up at you, he frozen for a second, rummaging behind him to pick up a pillow and cover himself up. You quickly shut the door in your own face, walking away from his room. 

Once you reach the front door, ready to drop everything and leave because WHAT THE FUCK MINGI WAS FILMING A PORNO, you hear his bedroom door open and he runs toward you.

“Wait y/n, don’t...”

You stop in your tracks, turning around slowly when you feel Mingi’s hand grasp your shoulder. He was wearing black sweats and nothing else. His cheeks were flushed red, and he was out of breath.

“I’m sorry, Mingi; I texted you but you didn’t answer. The door was unlocked, so I came in, then I heard this sound and thought maybe you were hurt.” 

“Y/n, you’re rambling again.”

You shut your mouth, looking away from Mingi. He chuckled softly, moving his hand from your shoulder to his waist.

"Sorry, I didn’t see your message. I thought you would have taken longer to get here, and I needed to film a video.”

You scratch the back of your neck; it took every ounce in you not to look down at his large bulge in his sweats. You clear your throat, feeling awkward and bad for just barging in the way you did. 

“Do you, um, want me to go? so you can..you know.” 

You gestured toward his bulge, trying to maintain eye contact but failing. He looked down, a blush creeping on his cheeks, before covering himself with his hand. 

"Um, I would, but that thump you heard was my tripod falling and breaking into bits, so...”

“Oh, I mean, do you really need that? Just prop it down on the table or something.”

“I can't; it doesn’t get the right angle.”

You roll your eyes at his remarks, scoffing.

“You’re being picky; just put your phone down and jerk it, not that hard.”

Mingi laughs at your words, the tension in the room lifting. Your body finally starts to relax, and you can tell Mingi was feeling the same way. 

“It’s not that easy; when I put my phone on the table, the lighting looks all weird. I want to make good videos for my viewers; that way I get more money.”

He rubs his thumb and index finger together. You smile at him, finding his care for quality videos strangely endearing. 

“Let me see.”

He takes you to his room; when you enter, you see the broken tripod. It was snapped in half on the floor; there was no fixing it. 

“I mean, do you have tape?”

“No.”

You stroke your chin, thinking on how to help this situation.

“Just get a new one; do you really need to film a video now?”

“Yeah, this isn’t just any video; it’s a commission. I need to film it, or else the buyer would be upset.”

You both ponder for a moment; you wanted to help but didn’t know how. Suddenly Mingi looks over at you, a look in his eyes that you couldn’t pin point.

“What if…you film me?”

Your eyes widen, and your head snaps toward his direction. 

“What!?”

Mingi walks closer to you, grabbing your hands with a pleading look.

"Oh, come on, y/n, I need to film this video. You’re my best friend, and I need your help; besides, you’ve already seen my dick!” 

You stood there, mouth open, unable to form words. You felt your heart pounding in your chest, and your ears heated up. You scoff at Mingi, looking away, not wanting him to see the small blush on your cheeks.

He keeps trying to meet your gaze, eyes desperate and pleading.

“Please? I’m not going to make you do this if you’re uncomfortable, but please consider. Help your bestie make a bag.” 

You laugh softly at his words, looking into his eyes; it was hard to deny that look. After a moment of silence, you thought, Fuck it. Mingi needed your help; you knew you were the only one who could help in this way (totally wasn’t because you secretly wanted to see Mingi touch himself). 

“Fine, okay,” you sighed.

Mingi smiles wide, pulling you in for a hug.

“Thank you! Okay, all you have to do is stand here and record me. Pretty simple.”

Mingi walked your body to the edge of the bed, wanting you to stay there. He gives you his phone after opening the camera app and looks at you excitedly. You couldn’t help but think how cute Mingi looked right now. (Despite the fact that he was going to whip it out in a few seconds.)

“Wait, before I do this, you better promise that we will pretend like nothing happened and move on. Don’t think I’ll be your camerawoman from now on, just this once.” 

“Okay, I promise.” Mingi chuckles.

You let out a sigh, holding up the camera to point it at the bed. 

“Hurry before I change my mind," you huff. 

Mingi scurries on the bed, sitting at the edge. He grips the waistband of his sweats, hesitating for a moment.

“Make sure not to get my face. Wait, sit down. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

You roll your eyes, grabbing the chair beside you to take a seat. You were now at eye level with Mingi, sitting a foot away from him. After you take a deep breath, you press record.

“Ok go.”

Mingi moves when he hears the ding of the camera, indicating that you started recording. He reached behind him to grab something; your heart dropped when you saw what it was. 

His flesh light. 

He begins to speak, talking to the person who you presume bought this specific video as a commission. He stands up, rubbing his bulge through his sweats. You gulp, trying not to let your trembling hands mess up the video. 

You look up, locking eyes with him. Mingi twitched in his pants, biting his lip and letting out a small groan. You quickly tore your gaze away, staring at the screen in front of you. 

You swore you saw a hint of a blush creeping on Mingi’s cheeks when you both locked eyes. You watched as his hands ran up his hips, gripping the waistband of his sweats to pull them down slowly. You breathe hitched when his big dick sprung up and slapped his lower abdomen.

You swear you’ve never seen him that hard; from all the videos you (secretly) watched of him, you never saw him like this. His tip was red, leaking cum; a long vein ran down the side of his length. You subconsciously squeeze your thighs together, feeling yourself throb between your legs.

That didn’t go unnoticed by Mingi; damn him, why was he so observant? He chuckled softly, taking his cock in his hands and stroking it at a slow, teasing pace.

“You want it?”

For a second, you thought he was talking to you, but you figured he was probably just speaking sexy for the video. He tends to do that a lot (I mean, how would you know that?haha...). 

Mingi sat back down on the bed, slowly stroking his dick and moaning quietly. He reached behind him to grab some lube, lathering it on his length. 

Your mouth watered at the sight. God, he looked so good. You wish you could just drop the phone and take his large dick in your mouth. Then he wouldn’t need the lube.

Your try to shake away the thought, keeping a neutral face as you held the phone in front of you. You watch as Mingi bites his lip, taking the flesh light and aligning his length with it. He slowly pushed the toy down, letting out a low moan. 

You had to bite your lip to hold back the noises that threatened to escape. Holy fuck, you’re watching Mingi fuck himself right in front of you. Not to mention, it’s turning you on deeply. 

Mingi leans his head back, letting out gasps when he moves the toy up and down. Your stomach churned, you watched the screen intently as his hand moved faster, and you noticed the way his hips buck up slightly.

“Fuck, that’s so good.”

You felt his intense gaze, and when you looked over at him, your eyes locked again. You press your lips together, trying so hard to stay quiet. His brows furrowed as he stared at you, fucking up into the flesh light desperately.

You sat there frozen, as if you were hypnotized by Mingi’s pretty noises and desperate eyes. His gasps grew more harsh, and he quickly pulled the toy off him. He panted while his hard dick twitched uncontrollably.

"Fuck, I almost came already,” he groaned breathlessly. 

You take in a deep breath; the aching of your pussy became more unbearable the more you watched. You tried everything to ease the feeling—crossing your legs, shifting in your seat. You couldn’t help it when your hand reached down to press your fingers against your clit through your leggings. 

Mingi watched your movements, moaning softly and taking his length back in the toy. His eyes glued to your hips as he fucked himself. The squelching from the toy shot straight to your core; you can feel your slick sticking to your underwear. 

“Fuck baby…”

He groans, throwing his head back and moaning. You watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down and his chest heaving. The bed was squeaking from the way Mingi’s hips bounced up and down in the toy. He could feel your eyes on him, and it turned him on more than he thought it would.

“I’m gonna….”

He moaned breathlessly, looking back at you with the prettiest fucked-out face you’ve ever seen.

“I’m gonna come for you.” 

Your heart clenched (and so did your pussy). At this moment, you knew he wasn’t speaking for the video; he was speaking to you. Your hand reached up to cover your mouth as you watched Ming unravel.

His eyes rolled in the back of his head when he ripped the toy off him, taking his cock in his other hands to jerk it off quickly. He whimpered, cursing out loud when his cum shot up, landing on his fist and stomach. You moaned quietly when you watched some of his release land on the beads of the matching bracelet you both wore. 

He sat there for a moment, panting heavily, trying to catch his breath. He chuckled softly, setting the flesh light down and waving at the camera.

“Thank you for buying.” 

You ended the recording, slowing, moving your hands down to stare at Mingi’s tired body. He plopped down on the bed, panting while looking up at the ceiling. You clear your throat, standing up on your trembling legs, setting his phone down on the table. 

“Well….that was…interesting.”

You stand there awkwardly, hands resting in front of you, trying not to look at Mingi, who was sprawled out naked on the bed. He props himself on his elbows after cleaning himself up, laughing while he looked at you.

"Yes, very interesting; that was good.”

You smiled softly, your throbbing pussy didn’t subside, and looking at a fucked-out smiling Mingi didn’t help. You noticed the way Mingi’s eyes ran up and down your body. 

“Do you think it was good?” He asked.

You bit your lip, walking closer.

"Yeah, it was good; you looked really hot.”

Mingi smirked at you, biting his lip. He sits up, reaching forward to grab your hips. You gasped when you felt him pull you closer. 

“I can tell you enjoyed it; I noticed the way you wanted to touch yourself. And the look on your face... you looked so cute.”

You blushed at his words; you already felt embarrassment creep up from the way you acted. You groaned, looking away and holding onto Mingi’s shoulders.

“Ugh, stop teasing me. It’s not my fault; you looked so….sexy.”

Mingi smirked up at you; the look in his eyes caused your body to shudder in desire. He gripped your hips harder, hands running down to grip your thighs.

“Oh yeah? I was sexy?”

"Mingi, don’t do that.”

Mingi cocked his head to the side, looking up at you with wide eyes.

“Don’t do what?”

“Don’t talk to me like you want to fuck me. I won’t be able to control myself.” 

“Then don’t; let me make you feel good.”

You reach up, cupping his face while you look down at him. You knew deep down you shouldn’t do this with Mingi, but damn it, you both already crossed so many lines. Besides, you were desperately horny, and fuck Mingi looked so hot right now. 

You pushed Mingi down on the bed, crawling on top of him while you smashed your lips together. You felt him smirk in the kiss, and his hands reached to grip your waist. The kiss was hungry and needy, tongues darting out to entangle in each other's mouth. 

You couldn’t think about how you were acting in this moment because you didn’t care. You sat up, ripping your shirt off your body, Mingi’s hands instinctively running up to grasp your breasts through your bra. He smiled up at you, and you reached down to stroke his face.

“You looked so unbelievably sexy, Mingi. I can’t take it anymore. I need you to fuck me.”

Mingi chuckles, pulling you down to kiss you again; his hand makes its way in your leggings. His finger grazing your wet panties, he groans in the kiss, pulling away to look down at your hips. You feel his fingers push the fabric of your soiled panties to the side, dipping his finger in your folds. He gasps softly, looking up at you with furrowed brows, his jaw going slack. 

“Fuck baby, you’re already so wet. Did I do this to you?” 

You nod your head eagerly, rocking your hips to grind against Mingi’s fingers. He moans quietly at your reaction, feeling a sense of pride for having that kind of effect on you. 

He circles your clit, pressing down while watching your every expression.

There’s that look again—the same look Mingi gave you while you recorded him. You subconsciously rock your hips faster, getting lost in Mingi’s brown eyes. You whine, wanting to feel more; the slow circling of Mingi’s fingers on your clit wasn’t enough. 

“Baby, please take my pants off. I need to feel more of you.”

Mingi has never seen this side of you, desperate and pleading. He can already feel himself getting hard again, dick twitching when you begged for him.

“Oh god, don’t you worry, baby, I’ll make you feel good.”

He pulled off your leggings and panties; you kicked them off, pushing them to the side. Mingi took in your naked body, staring hungrily at you. His grip on your hips was tight, and the warmth of your pussy hovering over his hard length caused him to shudder in delight.

“Baby, before I fuck you, I need to taste you; fuck please,” he begged.

You whimper at his words, nodding eagerly and moving your body up till you straddled his face. Mingi held on tightly to your thighs, pulling you down. He did not hesitate to stick his tongue out, eagerly licking up your wetness. 

You gasp at the feeling, not fully preparing yourself for the sensation. You entangle your fingers in his short blonde hair, throwing your head back and moaning his name. He groaned the second he had the taste of your pussy on his tongue. Licking slow strips up and down your cunt, he dug his nails in your skin, needing to feel you as close as possible. 

You moaned when you felt his tongue dip in your hole, slurping up all your juices. His long nose bumped against your clit; you couldn’t help but ride his face grinding against him. 

This is something you’ve always fantasized about, sitting on Mingi’s nose while he sucked at your wet pussy. You felt like you were in a state of euphoria, moaning and whining loudly; occasionally Mingi would grunt against your pussy as well. God, you loved the sound—the sounds of his moans and the lewd slurping filling up the room. 

You looked down at him, whimpering when you saw he was already looking up at you. You felt him smile against your core; he shook his head side to side to cause more friction on your clit with the tip of his nose. He licked up, taking your bundle of nerves in his mouth and sucking, massaging the bud with his tongue. 

Your legs trembled around his head, and you pulled his hair, causing him to moan louder. His hands roamed up your body. Holding your waist to grind your hips again this face. He wanted to feel you, wanted you to smear your pussy all over him, make a mess. 

“Mingi…you are…so good,” you gasped. 

Mingi’s desperation turned you on greatly. He was so eager to please you; it was evident that he was just as needy for you as you were for him. Years and years of tension all let out in this moment right here. 

Embarrassing to admit, you were already feeling your orgasm creep up. You were so lost in the pleasure you didn’t even notice when Mingi’s hand snaked down your hips; the feeling of his finger prodding at your hole made your body tremble.

You fell forward, catching yourself with your hands resting on the mattress above Mingi’s head. His index finger pushed inside you slowly; you tried so hard not to let your arms give out beneath you. Mingi pulled off for a second to chuckle, sliding his finger in and out of you with ease. You whined pathetically and clenched hard around Mingi’s finger. Mingi, push your body up so you could sit up right.

“You wanna lay down, baby?”

His finger continued to move inside you at an agonizing pace, running his hand up and down your stomach soothingly. You couldn’t even form words; all you could do was pout and nod. He smiles at you, cooing at your expression before speaking.

"Aw, look at you; you’re so pretty. Come on, lay down on the bed for me.”

You whined when you felt his finger leave your cunt, making you feel empty. He helped you shift on the bed, laying you back against the soft mattress and crawling over to you. You looked down at Mingi, subconsciously spreading your legs wide as if you were inviting him in. 

He chuckled at the sight, his head immediately dipping down back to pussy. He softly licked your clit,  looking up at you and pushing his fingers back into your hole.

“That’s it, pretty girl; you take my fingers so well.”

You whimper, shyly looking away, feeling more vulnerable under Mingi.

"No, baby, don’t look away. Look at me.”

You felt a wave of need wash over you at his command, snapping your head back down to lock eyes with Mingi.

“Keep looking at me, okay? I want to see your face when I fingerfuck you.”

He entered another finger in you, pushing them in and out of you. The lewd sounds of your wet pussy  squelching were music to Mingi’s ears. He moaned softly, dipping his head down to suck on your clit while he fingered your hole. 

Although Mingi’s mouth and hands felt absolutely amazing, you couldn’t help but feel more needy. You needed more; you needed to feel Mingi inside you. You could scream if you didn’t get to feel Mingi’s dick in you right now.

“Mingi baby, please, I need more. I need... to feel you inside.”

He smirked, replying back in a teasing tone.

“Aw, but I’m already inside.”

“Nooo, you know what I mean.”

You squirm under his touch, whining desperately to stop his teasing.

“Come on, use your words.”

You felt a blush creep up on your face, closing your eyes for a moment and taking in a breath. 

“Please….fuck me. I need to feel your cock inside.”

Mingi’s body ignited at the sight of you begging for him; you looked so desperate; how could he say no to a face like that? 

“Good girl.”

He pulled his fingers out, crawling up your body and smashing his lips on yours. You instinctively reached up, entangling your fingers in his hair. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in impossibly closer.

“You’re so fucking cute when you beg for me,” he grunted.

You could only reply with a whimper, cupping his face to keep his lips on yours. You’ve never felt this desperate before, but there was something about Mingi; you just needed him so badly. You felt his length prod at your entrance. Mingi kissed your cheek softly, then pushed in.

The moan you let out was embarrassingly loud, but you didn’t have enough care in the world to dwell on that. Mingi’s jaw went slack; the feeling of your warm pussy enveloping him was almost enough to make him cum. 

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer to hide your face in the crook of his neck. You felt Mingi press soft kisses on your skin, letting you adjust to the feeling of his big dick. Once he felt your body relax, he thrust his hips, his dick rubbing against your slick walls.

Your moans muffled in his neck, and your legs trembled against Mingi’s waist. Mingi let out quiet moans in your ear, sucking and biting marks on your neck.

“Is this what you wanted, baby? You wanted to feel my dick pound in you.”

"Yes, baby,” you whine. 

You moan at his words; the feeling of his hard cock thrusting in and out of you made your head reel. You both held each other closely, and you could feel his warm breath on your skin; it all felt so intimate. 

“You’re pussy is so good; you’re so warm.”

“Mingi, I love your dick; please don’t stop fucking me.”

You felt his dick twitch inside you at your praise. He pulled away, adjusting himself so he could kneel in front of you. His hands gripped your hips tightly, and he plowed in you even harder and faster. 

Your eyes rolled in the back of your head, your jaw going slack as silent moans escaped your lips. He moaned at your expression, biting his lip and grunting loud. 

“Look at you, baby; you look like you’re enjoying yourself,” he chuckled breathlessly. 

You reached forward, gripping Mingi’s flexing thigh; you needed to grasp onto something to ground yourself. Your moans grew high-pitched as you clenched around his length. You felt your release approaching quickly; words struggled to form from the way Mingi was fucking you so good.

Mingi threw his head back, moaning; the clenching of your pussy made his stomach churn. 

“So tight,” he whimpered. 

“I’m going…to cum,” you managed to let out. 

Mingi let a wad of spit drip down onto your clit, taking his thumb and gently rubbing the nub in circles while he fucked you. You watched in awe, feeling a pang of desire at the sight. You arched your back, and the way your tits bounced in your bra was too enticing. 

Mingi reached up to push the padding of your bra to the side, letting your breast spill out. Your nipple was now exposed to him, and he leaned down to take it in his mouth. You gasp, holding his head in place as you grind down on his dick. 

“Cum for me, baby, please; cum on my dick, I’m so close.”

That was all you needed to reach your peak. Your moans got stuck in your throat, head throwing back against the pillow as your orgasm coursed through you. Mingi panted heavily, letting out beautiful sounds as he tried so hard not to cum in you.

Mingi’s hips stuttered, pulling out quickly to stroke his dick. It didn’t take long for him to cum for the second time that night. It landed all over your stomach. You lay there, breath heaving, feeling Mingi’s warm seed land on your skin. He caressed your thigh soothingly, moaning softly as he came down from his high.

He plopped down on the bed beside you, pulling you into his arms as he panted against your neck. You both laid there for a moment, trying to comprehend what the fuck just happened. The silence was broken when Mingi let out a small laugh, pulling his head up to look at your face. 

“Didn’t expect our hangout to lead to this... I’m not complaining though.” 

He smiled, cupping your face to stroke your cheek. You covered your face in your arms, reality hitting you like a bus. You laughed, your face erupting in a red tint. 

“Holy fuck Mingi, that was…”

Mingi slowly pulled your arms down, wanting to see your expression. He smiled wide when he saw the blush on your cheeks; he couldn’t help but plant a kiss on your burning flesh.

“Amazing?” He asked, almost hopefully. 

You turned your body to face him, cupping his face; your voice came out softer than intended when you spoke. 

“Yes, it was amazing.��� 

Mingi pulled you in to kiss you softly on the lips. You didn’t know what this meant for your friendship, but you didn’t want to ruin the moment with that thought. All you wanted right now was to enjoy his affection, basting in each other’s warmth. 

“You’re sending me that video, by the way.” 

He laughs at your request, nodding in agreement and pulling you in so you could lay on his body. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll be getting a first preview of all the videos I post from now on.” 

~

a/n: Wow this fic took longer than it needed to. I hope you guys enjoy my first official story. I got many great requests for future stories, so keep an eye out for that ;). If you guys possibly want a small part 2 for this one let me know!

update: part 2 posted here ;)

[cyberm4n]

could you pls do lucifers' oldest daughter x adam, and lucifer disapproves of it and adam rubs it in his face and the reader is innocent and has no idea whats going in between them and is absolutely in love with adam, and smut and possibly daddy kink if possible??♡♡

combined these two cause they work together really well! im so glad i got adam requests cause i am in LOVE with his man rn

cw: daddy kink, smut, readers first time, reader doesn't know of the history between lucifer and adam and i don't explain how, mentions of past tense bad father lucifer, adam is a little shit, not proofread

adam with lucifers oldest daughter reader!

■ OKAY FOR STARTERS

■ if Adam is genuinely interested in a relationship with you, like it's not just to get at lucifer then he's the biggest softy

■ im a firm believer he is a sweetheart in private moments in a relationship

■ to everyone else he's a total jackass but when you two are alone?

■ he's so respectful and loving to you

■ but if you're innocent

■ this man has the biggest corruption kink in the fucking world and the fact he gets to have his way with the daughter of his "enemy" satisfies him more

■ but it does make him feel a bit warm when it becomes obvious just how in love you are with him

■ and anytime you tell your dad about your boyfriend he lights up! so happy his daughter has found someone :)

■ but shit goes down when he asks to finally meet him, he figures if his daughter is in love he should definitely know him

quick recess from that train of thought

■ adam! who's got you laid out on his bed, working his shirt off

■ adam! who hears your little murmur about being a virgin

■ adam! who is immediately rock fucking hard at the fact he gets to take that innocence from you

■ adam! who hovers over you, kissing your neck as he helps you out of your pants, his other hand tugging impatiently at your shirt

■ adam! who can't get over how fucking beautiful you are, all other motives thrown out the window, he just wants to make this good for you

■ adam! who growls when he works a finger into you, feeling how tight you are and hearing you whimper

■ "princess you gotta relax, gonna stretch you out. i know baby, i know. just let me make you feel good"

■ adam! who scissors his fingers in you, desperately trying to make this easier for you

■ adam! whose cock makes you tremble when you see it finally, he's big. i think he'd be above average, 7-8.5ish inches, girthy too.

■ "baby don't worry ill make it fit, daddy's gonna take care of you, okay?"

■ adam! who audibly groans after you don't even bat an eye at his slip up

■ ugh he'd be so sweet as he's guiding it in you, kissing your face, maybe even rubbing your clit to try and get you to relax

■ but just as he's about to bottom out hears a little "s'too much daddy" from you and he swears he could have cum right there

■ if this wasn't your first time he'd be pounding the shit out of you now

■ but he's gentle, at least at first

■ "okay sweetheart, i need more, can you do that?" he'd murmur, so sweet.

■ and then he fucking rails you

■ HEAVY BELIEVER he's gonna try and go atleast 2 rounds with you, maybe more

■ you're just too perfect he can't help it

ANYWAYS

■ so like, you're really oblvious to the beef between your dad and adam

■ like it's just never been expressed

■ plus lucifer doesn't have a great relationship with his kids!! so the fact you've even told him about your boyfriend makes him happy

■ so you go out for dinner! it's a classic! you have no idea why you're boyfriend is acting so weird!

■ what does NOT make lucifer happy is seeing you walk in with adam, his arm slung around your waist

■ he's in denial for a moment, standing from his spot as he meets you halfway

■ "dad, meet my boyfriend, adam!"

■ there's a beat of silence, and you're not sure why

■ but lucifer extends a hand "adam, it's so nice to meet you" he says through gritted teeth

■ tbh both are pretty quiet, only exchanging niceties until you leave for the bathroom

■ adam squeezes your hand as you stand up, watching you walk off.

■ then he turns back to face lucifer, a smug smirk plastered on his face

■ "you motherfucker" "well actually technically im a d—" "shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up"

■ lucifer genuinely has to convince himself not to fucking kill adam right here. reminding himself that his daughter is in love with him.

■ lucifer decides he doesn't have to like adam for him to support you

■ but adam is such a little shit, once you get back to the table he will not shut the fuck up

■ but you seem so happy, lucifer sees the way you look at adam. he sighs.

■ even when adam tugs at your collar a little "fixing it" supposedly but lucifer knows it's definitely just to flash that little love bite he left there

■ and to you it seems like your boyfriend and dad are getting along great! you're so happy

■ at the end of the night your dad pulls you aside, doing the whole dad talk thing.

■ "if he breaks your heart.."

■ but you hug him for the first time in a long time, and he decides he can tolerate this for as long as im happy.

■ your dad loves you, maybe not your boyfriend, but you.

■ and adam.. deep down knows there's a little bit more to his facade. he cares about you, how could he not? this started out as just a way to get under lucifers skin but he's found himself genuinely hoping your dad doesn't try to sour the relationship

■ so when you take his hand as you part ways with your dad he sighs in relief

■ you're all his, and he wouldn't want it any other way <3

taglist: @reaper-of-light-12 @mxxny-lupin @wisteria-songs @t3llas

[cigarett3wif3]

HOLY, HOLY, HOLY S(EX)

Priest! Leon S. Kennedy x Widow! reader | 18+ MDNI. smut, female reader, light religious themes, Leon is a priest, reader is a widow, sexual fantasy, wax play, blasphemy kink, vaginal sex, teasing, nipple play, improper use of rosary and altar, mention of grief and death, guilt, breathplay words: 2407 tags: @ivmp, @leonskittenbunny

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A year ago your husband died. Since then you felt lost and deeply confused by your own feelings. Grief is always described as something specific with the same face. Yours was different, all you could do was stand still and not feel anything. Bad glare from people every time you weren’t fitting into a stereotypical widow, has led to guilt. He wasn’t a bad person, not at all. You got married quickly, but in the end, your relationship got more formal and was based on mutual respect. He was religious though, you do not really care about religion in general, but as a matter of respect, you decided to realize his last wish. In such confused and dark period of your life, this decision brought you a new presence in your life which spawned you a suffocating desire in your chest.

Leon is nice, he supported you after the death of your husband. Handsome too, wearing a black shirt with a nice white collarino around his neck, not hiding his Adam’s apple which makes you feel the urge to sink your teeth into its flesh and take a bite. He helped to prepare and perform the funeral, so it was natural for your attention to shift to be more focused on him, not on your sorrow anymore. Leon is a little bit awkward with you which adds more charm. And he is lonely, so it was easy for you to get closer to him, by being a ‘friend’. You like how his cheeks paint with a soft blush after you lean closer to him or your hand ‘accidentally’ brushes against his. Maybe he is a little bit older than you, but this doesn’t bother you a lot. And how your gaze always roamed lower than his face didn’t go unnoticed by him, catching him clearing his throat and rubbing his chin, but his gaze always found its way back to you. However, if you were to describe what you simply liked the most about him; he is a priest. The forbidden fruit is the sweetest and you are no different from Eve.

Leon is the man who filled every empty hole in your life, but not the one you wanted the most and you had to do it by yourself. One of many nights, your fingers would crawl under your lacy panties to touch your pussy, while the other hand would knead your breast. Filling the room with moans and picturing him to do that, how nice would his mouth feel on your nipples while the tip of his dick would kiss your cervix and paint your walls with his sperm. Such fantasies have become a routine already, touching yourself in the bed where your late husband should be, no longer feeling guilty.

Someone would tell you, you should be drowning in guilt and be ashamed, but it seems you were born shameless. You don’t care. The dim light of the stained-glass windows cast a soft, multicolored glow over you, both sitting on the wooden pew. His rough hand is resting on your shoulder gently while his blue eyes are set on your frame, his other hand reaches to your chin, tilting your head up gently and he meets your gaze. You force down more than two or three tears in front of him, your hands are clasped. Looking sad and awful over your late husband you don’t care about anymore.

“Oh father” and you can feel his hand traveling down from your shoulder to your waist and he gives it a light squeeze, his blue eyes don’t hide what he is feeling right now. He leans closer to you, his frame is a little bit over yours and your eyes drift to a Rosary that hugs his wrist, the pendant with crucifix dangling in the air. “You can call me by my name right now…” he tries to correct you in a hoarse voice, he is speaking low and quietly, forgetting about the fact that the church is empty. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned” you interrupted him, your breathing filling the space and he grinned, letting out a chuckle. Your hands unclasp to reach for the buttons of your bodice and start to undo them, not trying to be slow or teasing and exposing quickly the flesh of your chest to his gaze. Your nipples are already hard and they get harder at the cold air brushing them.

“You have indeed, my child” Leon says, biting lower lip before his hands start moving down to the skirt of your dress, raising it until your underwear gets exposed to his gaze. Hungrily eyeing it for a second before his attention shifts towards the nearby candle holder and one of his hands leaves your flesh to reach for one of the candles, bringing it closer to you. It casts a soft glow and you can see its light flickering in his blue eyes, there is a comfortable warmth coming from it too. “But I am here to absolve you of your sins, little lamb” Leon looks down at you, his hand tilts the candles and lets the dollop of wax fall on the skin of your thigh. The sensation is hot, as it connects with your flesh, making you flinch softly and letting out a gasp. The newfound pain subsides into a warm, throbbing pleasure while his other hand travels down to hold your thigh and pull your body closer to him. Raising the hot stick more, now wax is dripping on the flesh of your chest, making you arch your body cause of the feeling of a light sting turning into a high pleasure. “Pain can cleanse the soul, suffering brings us closer to God” He whispers and his eyes are set on your lower body, after the wax dries it leads to another hot dollop. It feels like a soothing caress and your senses get heightened every time a new drop meets your skin. The wooden pew creaked beneath your weight as you leaned back, the sound of it echoing through the empty church. Leon's grin widened, his eyes locked on the exposed lace of your underwear as his palm slide up to it, thumb softly pressing against the already wet slit. His digit starts slowly rubbing your clothed clit, clockwise circles and pressure applied on the bud bring more pleasure, while wax continues to drip down, a light feeling of pain adding more pleasure and making you sensitive.

While placing away the candle, Leon’s eyes behold the sight of you, legs spread and moaning quietly his name, you probably are not realizing this which makes his cock stir in pants painfully, desperate to be released and to be balls deep inside your tight pussy, or any other possible hole. The image in his mind is so clear and arousing, that he lets out a shaky sigh. He isn’t sure how long he has relied only on his fist, convincing himself that this was enough while he would jerk off on sexy chicks in cheap magazines or watch amateur porn in his bedroom, hiding from the eyes of God. Today is going to be different, this time God is going to have a good show. “Are you not ashamed?” He says, his two thick fingers press against your clit and circle slowly, before pinching it with index and thumb, forcing a louder moan. He pushed aside the wet fabric of your underwear, exposing your drenching cunt to his gaze. You don’t answer, you are too distracted by the sight of his hand coming to unbutton and free his cock from his pants. His hard length is thick and throbbing, leaking with precum from the slit of the pink tip and it is aching for your attention. You reach your hand to palm it, to feel the skin and stroke it, but all you get is a slap on your flesh, making your fist retreat.

“Seducing a man of God, you don’t even listen to me, do you?” Leon’s tongue makes a ‘tsk’ sound, condescendingly shaking his head. “A man of God should not be so easily swayed away from his faith” You taunt him, your fingertips lightly brushing on the fabric of his shirt, tugging some buttons and undoing them to take a glance at his skin underneath. A smile played on your lips, which made Leon’s face grimace for a brief moment, clearly annoyed by your words. In a quick motion, he lifts you and shoves you down on the flat surface of the altar which makes you let out a loud whimper. Another whine escapes from your mouth when a light slap lands on your cheek and you feel more slick pooling. “Maybe this is a divine plan,” he says, standing in between your legs, his cock pressed against your cunt, your hips jerking at the feeling of his spit on it. “Nothing escapes his gaze, be sure he wants this too”

The chilly liquid contrasts with the hot arousal you are feeling in between your legs. He rubbed his cockhead against your slick fold, coating it with your essence while spreading the spit around with his cock which increase the squelching wet sounds which only aggravates his own desire. Not really thinking much about anything than burying his dick in you, Leon guided your hips down onto his cock and slowly sank into your drenching heat, stretching its inner walls. Your pussy envelopes his length in a warm and slick embrace, clenching around him tightly, he lets out an involuntary groan. There is a pleasant hint of pain which quickly fades as his hips begin thrusting upwards. Slowly and teasing stroke, his hand is resting on the surface of the altar, leaning over you and he is panting heavily before his breathing gets muffled by your breasts. Burying his face in between and sucking on the skin, crawling up until his mouth stops on the hard nipple, playing with it sloppily and nibbling. Your eyes roll back into the head and your body arches into his movements when his hips sped up, his balls slap against the flesh of your ass. Squelching and wet sounds, combined with the flesh-hitting ones fill the church. Every deep and rough thrust with his cock hit well your pudgy spot, making you wetter and your walls clench tighter around him. Your own slick drips, stain the material of the altar, but you don’t notice this cause you are drowning deep in the bliss. A loud whimper escaped from your lips when you felt something wrapping around your neck, clearly not expecting it to be his Rosary and his movements ceased, holding one of the first beads and his thumb rubs onto it.

“Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name; thy kingdom come; thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven” his hoarse voice prays, Leon bowed his head closer to your lip and he kissed you. He doesn’t wait or try to be gentle with it, teeth sinking onto the flesh of your lower lip and drawing light drops of blood which he licked away quickly as they appeared. His cock began pumping again as he repeats the words, slurring. His tongue delves deeper, tasting you.

“Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of death.” He recites another prayer, his thumb shifted to the other bead while his hips move, thrusting deeper, one of these kissed your cervix roughly with his tip. His hand starts tugging tighter on the rosary, limiting the oxygen in your body. He pulls out before slamming back, roughly bullying his cock into your wet hole, his pace returns to a fast one and Leon groans at the pleasure of having your tight and wet walls clinging to his length.

“Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit…” Leon hissed breathlessly. A deep and fast thrust before he stops for a moment to grind his tip into your cervix, the hold gets tighter and your body starts getting more numb, feeling your head getting lightheaded. It is scarily arousing, your fingers reach to his arms, leaving scratches all over exposed skin. He began pounding your drenching hole and the pace grew more aggressive, hitting your g-spot and cervix more often and making you squeal. His hold tightened until the Rosary broke and you felt oxygen rushing into your body, bringing you to higher pleasure from overflowing sensations. Your frame shudders and you let out a cry, vision gets blurry and head empty, as your pussy spasms around him, sucking in and milking his length. You can feel the beating of your heart ringing in your ears, but you don’t get any time to respite. Leon doesn’t try to hold his moans, the feeling of your walls spasming leads his cock to twitch. His climax began building up quickly, making his hips roll roughly and your nails dig more into his flesh, leaving red half-moon marks. But his thrusts don’t slow down and get a little bit messier, overstimulating your body and intensifying your orgasm. He slams his cock deeper, tip pressing against the cervix as he finally reached his high - his cock sprouts rope after ropes of his cum inside your still clenching hole.

“Amen” Leon groans, his voice shaky from the pleasure circling in his body. He lolls his head back, half-lidded eyes looking up at the ceiling of the church. His chest is rising heavily, you are both out of breath and the sound is filling the space, echoing on the walls.

“Fuck, I think I was close to seeing God” you mutter out breathlessly, looking up at Leon and he finds your words funny, his hand reaches to push away your hair from your eyes. “You won’t be the first” he replies with a low chuckle, his arm wrapped around your waist to pull you closer. You shift, sitting on the table more comfortably letting your head rest against his chest. His heartbeat is chaotic and still hasn’t calmed down from your escapade, but your attention shifted and was brought to the crucifix of Christ, his half-lidded and sorrowful eyes looking down at both of you. The only witness of the act, the thought made your skin cover in goosebumps and the air of church feel chillier than before.

[faun-the-fawn77]

Next Contestant

Sinner!Adam x F!Reader

desc: Adam is so so tired of the demon scum hitting on you…especially when you’re working…in that outfit.

warnings: swearing(it’s Adam guys…), some violence, that’s about it:)

note: i am obsessed with Adam and he just for some reason fits Nickelback so much to me so be prepared for like… 18 more Adam fics with Nickelback songs(I’m doing ever song i have of theirs on my playlist)

word count: 1.7k

I judge by what she’s wearing

Just how many heads I’m tearing

Off of assholes coming on to her

And I wish she’d take the night off

So I don’t have to fight off

Every asshole coming on to her

The bar was packed tonight. Sinners of all types crowded the booths and bar table with drinks in hand and eyes bleary. The lights were dimmed to accommodate the partiers for their headaches and turning stomachs. The two workers behind the bar were making drink after drink and passing them out to the customers who ordered. 

The older worker was an octopus-looking demon who was able to make and serve drinks with all six of their arms. The other worker was that of a beautiful demoness who you could tell was only there for the paycheck. Her outfit was what made more of the male demons ask her to make their drinks. 

The door to the packed bar opened and was slammed shut. No one batted an eye at the sound but those who caught a glimpse of who just walked in looked surprised and horrified. This new demon was bigger than most. Decked out in full leather with a plain white tee under the jacket, chains dangling from his neck with a couple that had crosses(One being a rosary), the horns protruding from his head were pitch black that faded into a nice golden colour at the ends. His eyes were bright gold and golden piercings littered his face. 

Adam growled at the people who stared and whispered. He should be used to this by now but he wasn’t. That little insecure part of him always tugged at his brain. When he caught a glimpse of the bar, he made his way through the throngs of demons. His golden eyes caught onto the demoness working tonight. His eyes scanned her up and down, taking in her scandalous outfit she chose for work tonight. A black, ripped crop top with a push-up bra and high waisted black shorts with a leather studded belt to hold them up. Fishnet tights and arm covers were incorporated and he could tell that the outfit caught many demon’s eye. 

It happens every night she works

They’ll go and ask the DJ

Find out just what would she say

If they all tried coming on to her

Don’t they know it’s never going to work

He strides closer to her side of the bar and noticed a couple male demons “flirting” with her…Or what was an attempt at flirting. Adam let out a low growl and grabbed two of them by their collars. 

“Get your filthy demon asses outta here before I really show you what happens when you piss me off.” He dropped them and watched as they scrambled towards the exit. The others who weren’t as scared had held up fists and glared at the bigger demon. Adam rolled his eyes and with a flick of his bracelet-clad wrist, a shot of gold light struck the demons in the chest which blasted them across the room. 

“Fucking bitches…” Adam huffed and turned towards the demoness who was staring at him in amusement. Her eyes were lidded as little giggles escaped her black lips. Adam smirked and leaned against the bar counter. 

“Got any wine back there or is this only the hardcore stuff?” The demoness smiled and produced a bottle of vintage red wine. She only served this stuff to Adam since he was basically the only one to request something at such a place. 

They think they’ll get inside her

With every drink they buy her

As they all try coming on to her

This time somebody’s getting hurt

Here comes the next contestant

Adam noticed all the drinks left at her right side and tsked. Of course some of these fucking pricks would buy her drinks that she, no doubt, had to make herself. He could already see that none of them were any of her favourites. 

“Does this happen every night you work when I’m not around?” He gestured towards the drinks that weren’t touched. She looked at the drinks and then him and nodded her head. 

“You know I’m not working here willingly but for the money. This is the only place nearby our apartment that actually pays good. And yeah, maybe dressing this way doesn’t help me personally but does help to make more money.” Her gaze bored into his gold eyes. 

Adam was never happy about this. About having the one person he loved, dressing skimpy just to get the money to provide for them. If he could do more then he would but no one would hire him because…yeah. 

The next night was no better. Adam walked through those bar doors and noticed a shark-like demon getting real handsy with his lover. He stormed towards them when he noticed his lover struggling to get the guy off of her.

Is that your hand on my girlfriend?

Is that your hand?

I wish you’d do it again

I’ll watch you leave here limping

And I wish you’d do it again

And I’ll watch you leave her limping

There goes the next contestant

“Is that your hand on my girlfriend you fucking freak?!” The shark demon let go and turned towards Adam. 

“Touch her again and you’ll leave here limping you sorry sack of shit,” Adam growled. The shark demon nodded and scurried out of the bar. 

Adam turned back towards his girl and noticed how shaken up she was. He reached out for her hand and waited till she put her smaller hand in his and was pulled towards his chest. He hugged her tight and whispered sweet little things in her pointed ears in hopes of soothing her. He could feel himself cringe a bit and was a bit angry at both the demons here and that the shitty redemption hotel that Lucifer’s brat hosts is actually working for him.

“Let’s call it quits tonight, babe.” His girlfriend nodded and he gently guided them towards the exit. He knew this type of shit wasn’t gonna stop but he’ll try and be there to stop every single asshole who dares to touch what’s his.

And I even fear the ladies

They’re cool but twice as crazy

Just as bad for coming on to her

Don’t they know it’s never going to work

And each time she bats an eyelash

Somebody’s grabbing her ass

Everyone keeps coming on to her

This time somebody’s getting hurt

Here comes the next contestant

A few weeks had passed with no more incidents. Adam showed up when he could and made sure to handle those who were getting a bit too much for his girl. On this particular night, however, was when shit really hit the fan and opened up Adam’s eyes. 

A flock of succubus were crowded around his girlfriend’s side of the bar. Their tails all seemed to swish in sync as their little bat-like wings fluttered whenever the demoness behind the bar talked to them. 

The hearts in their eyes are what really threw Adam off. They were attracted to her? To his girlfriend? He glowered at the thought that there was more competition for his girl than just the male population of Hell. 

Don’t they know that it’s never going to work? That batting their eyelashes and attempts to grab his girl’s ass was really just about to make him blow a gasket. He saw red. He made his way towards them and cracked his knuckles. This time someone was going to get hurt. 

“Hey sluts! She clearly doesn’t want you so why don’t you back the fuck off and leave her alone?” The group of succubus turned towards Adam and glared. Did they think they were scary? What are they gonna do? Scratch him and pull his hair?

“I’m not afraid to hit bitches like you.” The group of women looked at each other and nodded. They rushed towards him at incredible speed and attempted to catch him off guard. A blast of holy light shot from his palm and nailed them straight in the face. The screams of the succubus were deafening. 

“There goes the next contestants…” Adam wiped his hands on his jeans and made his way towards the bar. His girlfriend smiled at him and thanked him profusely. He can’t believe how crazy those bitches were. 

“They were cool for a while but they started getting twice as crazy as the men who hit on me.” His girlfriend complained. Adam laughed. He knew women could be crazy. He could picture how some of his exorcist bitches would get on the battlefield. After chatting a bit, Adam sipped on his wine while his girl stirred and shook up drinks for the different patrons. He scanned her outfit for this night and grumbled.

I’m hating what she’s wearing

Everybody here keeps staring

Can’t wait ‘till they get what they deserve

This time somebody’s getting hurt

Here comes the next contestant

“I really hate what you’re wearing tonight, sweet-cheeks.” The demoness paused and glanced down at her rather skimpy-looking outfit. Her cheeks puffed as she playfully glared at him. 

“Really? I thought this was a favourite of yours? I mean, that’s what you said last nigh-” Adam slapped a hand over her black-stained lips and shushed her. 

“I just hate that everyone is staring at what’s mine. Only I should see you in clothes like that,” he grumbled to himself. He glanced around and noticed how some were looking at her with lust in their eyes. He growled.

“They’ll get what they deserve, hon. Just wait.” His girlfriend hummed and went back to cleaning several glasses before making more drinks. Adam huffed and nodded. He knew that. Karma was a bitch and these lowlife demon scum were definitely going to get what they deserved.

Is that your hand on my girlfriend?

Is that your hand?

I wish you’d do it again

I’ll watch you leave here limping

I wish you’d do it again

I’ll watch you leave her limping

And I wish you’d do it again

Each night seems like it’s getting worse

And I wish you’d do it again

This time somebody’s getting hurt

There goes the next contestant

MY FIRST EVER ONE SHOT!!! Hope ya'll like:) I now have sympathy towards all the writers on here who write fanfics. That was hard and I tried my best with this one! I read too much and write too little.

Also! For future reference: I will be giving Adam a last name in my fics cause it's so hard writing someone with no last name:(

His full name for me will now be Adam Edenis. I thought of it while I was writing another fanfiction...on wattpad...Anyway! That's it:)

[hard-core-super-star]

a kiss to every scar [H.Steinfeld]

pairing: servicetop!hailee steinfeld x [inexperienced] bottom!reader

summary: hailee sets out to show you the ropes of acting on a tv show...unfortunately, your very obvious crush on her distracts her enough to stop being so professional.

warnings: smut -> no minors allowed [this is technically porn with plot but the plot isn't important; fingering [R receiving]; praise + petnames; needy hailee [yes, this deserves a warning]; technically public sex but not really [aka sex in hailee's trailer but she forgets to lock the door]; hailee being overly protective but also very horny; R is technically younger than hailee but the age gap isn't that important, the height gap is though :) [sorry to my tall peeps]]

wordcount: 2.4k

a/n: this request comes to you straight from our beloved 🧞‍♀️ anon! i tried to balance the fluff and the smut but well...you already know i always end up getting carried away. i TRIED, though. i'm going to make an announcement soon regarding writing hailee so stay tuned for that because it's going to be important. anywho, hope you enjoy <3

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You’re no stranger to surreal experiences. 

It seems like your entire life ever since being cast in your first TV role has been a series of unbelievable experiences after the other. Most of said experiences have been due to the overall excitement that comes with learning lines, going to outfit fittings, and talking through scenes with amazing directors and producers. 

However, the biggest, most surreal, of all the amazing things you’ve done has been meeting, working, and getting to know Hailee Steinfeld herself. The reasons for that are endless since you’re not only a genuine fan of her but you also have a not-so-small crush on her.

A crush that has thankfully managed to pass by undetected considering your overall awe at the work you get to do every day. It’s managed to be so undetected that you haven’t noticed how mutual the admiration that flows between the two of you actually is.

You’re not totally oblivious so you have picked up on some of the looks she sends your way and on the way she’s so adamant about helping you maneuver through the many obstacles that come with being on set all day. None of that seems like anything more than her being nice since you’re so new to a life that she’s lived for so long so you’ve never questioned it.

Plus, you like the feeling of her hand on your waist way more than you’re willing to admit to anyone. (Especially her)

Which is how you ended up getting talked into staying on set to watch Hailee finish her last scene of the day. It’s not something completely uncommon since you love watching her and the director in action but the brunette promised to buy you dinner afterward, something that’s never happened before. 

Your heart and mind have already made up more than enough excuses to overshadow the very clear intentions behind Hailee’s invitation but nothing can take away the pure joy you feel from being near her. 

A joy that draws in the actress like nothing else.

“What’d you think?” Hailee asks as she approaches you, her face lit up by a smile you know all too well.

“You’re incredible,” you reply the same way you always do and successfully draw a little chuckle out of her. “Seriously, I don’t know how you do it.”

“Practice…and way too much free time.”

She reaches a hand out to you, an unspoken question lingering in the air between you. You waste no time in taking her hand and letting her guide you toward her trailer so she can change back into her normal clothes. 

The walk is spent in the comfortable silence that always seems to follow the two of you and you pretend not to notice the way she keeps looking over at you with every few steps. You know exactly why her eyes keep shifting over to you but you can’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed about it. 

Despite how used to being on set you might be by now, you still admire each and every detail as if it was the first day again. Part of it comes from how unbelievable it all still is and another part of it comes from how cool everything is. There’s always so much to take in and it’s become a habit of yours to be present and grateful for every moment.

A habit that, unbeknownst to you, Hailee finds really adorable.

The list of things she likes about you is quite long but at the top of the list are your wide-eyed looks of wonder and the smile on your face nothing seems to wipe away.

It’s no secret that the brunette has taken a liking to you, especially in her attempts to make sure nothing snuffs out the bright beams of sunlight you carry inside of yourself. She knows exactly what that’s like and she’d sooner lose her role as Kate Bishop than let you fall into any dark spirals.

“So…” She speaks up, gently pulling you closer to her side. “Did anything exciting happen besides watching me?”

Your cheeks flush at her words which makes her grin. “Sort of. Florence and I talked about walking around New York tomorrow since it’s just going to be you and Jeremy filming scenes.”

“Oh, yeah? Where are you thinking of going?” She leads you into her trailer while you launch into the specifics of all the places you want to visit and the things you want to see.

The brunette watches you intently, although her attention slips from the words you say to the genuine excitement your body language conveys. You’re too busy talking to notice the way she’s eying you or the way she keeps licking her lips.

You finish your explanation only to be met with complete silence and Hailee’s tall frame leaning comfortably against the door to her trailer. 

“Lee? Were you even listening?”

The tiniest of pouts tugs at your lips and the actress is quick to make her way over to you, completely forgetting about the unlocked door and her promise of taking you to dinner. “I’m sorry, baby, you’re just too cute, I got distracted.”

The “apology” makes your heart skip a couple of beats and you’re sure she notices your flustered state. “I guess that’s fine. I should probably go anyway so you can change.”

You look away from her and attempt to walk away but she stops you with a gentle hand on your shoulder. The contact makes you stiffen, not because it’s unwelcome but because it sends an overwhelming amount of feelings through your entire body. “You okay, y/n? I didn’t make you uncomfortable, did I?”

Your eyes remain locked on the ground below you as you shake your head. The lack of a verbal response only serves to worry the brunette further and her free hand quickly tilts your chin up until her warm eyes meet yours. 

She doesn’t say anything but the question on her face is obvious.

“I’m not uncomfortable,” you force yourself to answer. “I just…I think I like it too much.”

The concern in her eyes shifts to something else, something bordering on passion, but you’re far too embarrassed to question it. “Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to be nervous. I like you too.”

The words don’t fully register in your brain at first. Sure, you’ve lived through a lot of unbelievable moments but this is something right out of those dreams you can never tell a single soul about. 

“You…you what?”

Hailee chuckles, taking the smallest of steps forward so your bodies are practically touching. “I like you too, baby. I hate to break it to you but you’re not as subtle as you think.”

“Neither are you,” you blurt out.

She leans in a little and your eyes instantly drop down to her lips. “I know.”

Her whispered words are the only warning you have before she claims your mouth with her own. Whatever shock you feel fades away almost instantly and you can’t stop yourself from wrapping your arms around her and pulling her closer.

You’re so caught up in her kiss that you don’t fully register the way she gently pushes you up against the nearest wall and presses herself as close to you as physically possible. You don’t register anything besides the feeling of her lips and the way your hands tangle in her hair so easily.

Hailee’s not as zoned out as you are, though, and her ears pick up on the muffled sounds trying to escape you. She instantly pulls away from you, staring down at you with blown-out pupils. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you reply breathlessly. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Your response doesn’t seem to convince her but at least she doesn’t notice the way you’re clenching your thighs together. “We can stop if you want, I’m not looking for a one-night stand or anything.”

The sincerity in her voice is almost too much to handle and the truth slips out of your lips before you can stop it. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

She blinks a few times and you practically watch as the wheels turn inside her brain. “You’ve never…oh. Oh, wow.”

Her response isn’t bad but it leaves you flustered all the same so you lean forward and hide your face in her shoulder. “Hailee…”

“Hey, hey, look at me, baby.”

A few seconds pass before you follow her instructions and she instantly melts your worries away with a soft kiss. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. It’s cute.”

“It’s cute that I have no idea what I’m doing?” You question.

“Yeah, it just means I’ll have to show you. I mean, um…if you want, of course. There’s no rush.”

All you can do is stare up at her while you think things over. There’s no denying how nervous you are but you trust Hailee more than anyone you’ve ever met before. So, maybe it’s time to take a small leap of faith with her.

“Okay,” you whisper. “I want this. I want you.”

The brunette groans in response and the sound goes straight to the growing heat between your legs. She wastes no time in attaching herself to your neck, kissing and sucking every inch she can find.

The sensation is so pleasurable, it borders on overwhelming and your hands grip her shoulders in search of the stability you lost the day you met her.

“You're so pretty,” she murmurs against your skin. “You don't know how long I’ve wanted you for.”

“Hailee-” You gasp as her hands find their way under your shirt.

“I know, let me make you feel good, sweetheart. Can I?”

The answer is more than obvious but you find yourself nodding desperately anyway. You know deep down everything about what you're doing is desperate and yet you can't find it in yourself to want to stop. Maybe it's unconventional but you don't need anything more than the brunette to make your first time unforgettable.

Hailee detaches herself from you long enough to help you shed your shirt, her eyes swooping down to take in every inch of you. Your knees buckle under her gaze and all she does is grin. “You're fucking perfect, baby.”

The words themselves are enough to make you burn a few degrees hotter but then her hands are removing your bra and you're quickly standing topless in front of her appreciative eyes.

Her fingers soon follow the path her eyes trace and you shudder in ways you can't describe. Her thumbs gently rub against your nipples, your back arching almost instantly as you turn into putty in her hands.

“Does that feel good, darling?” All you can offer is a moan and she chuckles. “Gonna need some words.”

“Yes. Feels so fucking good.”

“There you go,” she murmurs, swooping in to litter kisses along your jawline. “Good girl.”

She pinches your nipples right as the words escape her lips and you're sure you almost pass out from the pleasure. “Oh- please.”

“Begging already?” Despite her question, one of her hands leaves your sensitive nipples to trail down the front of your body. “Do you think you're wet enough for me to touch you yet?”

You hum in response and attempt to keep your hips under control. “So wet for you.”

“Look at you,” she coos while her hand slips under the waistband of both your jeans and your underwear. “You’re already an expert at getting what you want from me.”

“Lee,” you whine. “Don’t tease, babe.”

“I’m sorry, you're just so cute like this.” She rests her forehead against yours, everything about her seemingly cool and collected while you're burning up and panting. “We’ll take it slow, okay? Tell me if it hurts too much.”

Your inexperience leaves you a little clueless…until she starts to slip one finger inside your tight cunt. You gasp almost instantly, your body tensing at the intrusion.

“Relax, baby. I've got you.”

It's hard to fully relax but Hailee does her best to keep you distracted by murmuring soft praises and keeping up her gentle touches to your breasts. The full length of her finger sinks inside and she gives you a moment to breathe and adjust.

“How’re you feeling?” She asks, warm eyes searching your face for signs of unease or pain.

“Full,” you mumble with a smile.

She lets out a sound somewhere between a moan and a whine. “Fuck. That's so hot.”

The brunette leans in to kiss you before you can reply and you happily melt into the contact. You don't realize it’s yet another loving distraction until she starts to slowly pump her finger in and out of you.

You moan against her lips, the sound coming out muffled but no less desperate. Your walls clench almost uncontrollably with every move she makes which only fuels her need to pleasure you.

“You're doing so well for me,” she mumbles. “Taking me so well, aren't you, baby?”

Her words cause an unfamiliar feeling to start to rise from deep within you that only gets stronger once her thumb finds your sensitive clit. Your hips buck into her hand and she ends up burying her face into your neck to stop herself from getting too wild.

She somehow manages to keep her slow pace, fucking you nice and gentle to build up your orgasm and prolong your pleasure. At the end of the day, all she wants is to keep you happy.

“You’re so close, aren't you, sweetheart? I can feel it, the way you can’t stop clenching around me. God, it makes me so wet.”

You don't know what triggers it, maybe it's her words or her thrusts or the tight circles around your clit, but you fall over the edge instantly with a cry so loud, she has to kiss you to drown it out.

It’s impossible to describe how you feel. It's like you're floating and underwater and in the heart of the sun all at the same time. All you know is you've never felt pleasure like this and it's all thanks to Hailee freaking Steinfeld.

Hailee holds you close until your body stops shaking and you slump forward into her. “Hey, welcome back, y/n.”

“Shut up,” you mumble, every muscle in your body feeling absolutely spent yet satisfied.

She doesn't reply. She merely removes her hand from your sensitive center and kisses the side of your head.

“So…are you still up for dinner or…?”

“You're the worst.”

[sanguineterrain]

you were made for lovin' me - s.h.

Summary: You and Steve haven't seen each other in a week. He's desperate. Just how you like him.

Word count: 1.1k

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Warnings: smut!!! 18+ only, minors get outta here. sub!steve, steve harrington has a big dick, riding, hair pulling, brief mention of breeding kink, no condoms (don't do that lol), tiny bit of oral sex (f receiving). this is just my bottom steve agenda.

Notes: um hey. idk where this came from. i hardly ever write smut, so pls be nice. hope y'all enjoy <3

Steve is already squirmy, fingers digging into the couch cushion. You sink down, inch by tortuous inch, sighing when you're fully seated. His abs tense; he’s already teary-eyed.

"God, you're big, baby. Built for this, aren’t you? Love feeling you in my guts."

Steve twitches and whines. You grin. 

"Oh, I know. Poor baby. Didn't cum all week. Did you touch yourself? Couldn't help but fuck your fist on your own?" 

"No, n-no," Steve gasps, face turning pink because you won't move. "I didn't, I swear."

"No? Are you sure?" You drag yourself up a little and Steve's knuckles turn white. Then you sink back down, plumes of heat jolting up your spine. 

"C-couldn’t!” he chokes, thighs squeezing. “I was good."

"Hm.” You consider him. "Guess you're right. You're so sensitive, sweetie. You wanna cum inside me? Watch it drip out? You always cum so much when you go a few days without."

"Can't help it," Steve grunts, looking up at you with big eyes when you curl your arms around his neck. “Don’t mean to, ‘s just—”

"I know, baby. My sweet boy gets a little dumb when he gets his dick wet, don't you? Are you pussy drunk already? I've barely touched you."

"Y/N, please—lemme touch you, just your hips—"

"Of course you can touch me, baby. You're gonna fuck me."

Steve perks up eagerly. "I am?" 

"Mmhm. Go on, sweetie. Know you wanna move."

Steve puts his arms around your waist, watching your face for guidance. You pet his hair, lifting his chin into a kiss as he starts to move. Steve drives his hips up into you, gasping into your mouth. 

“Ah-ah,” you tut when he grabs handfuls of your thighs. “Slow.” 

“Baby, baby, please—”

“Shh,” you soothe, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging. “Easy. C’mon, handsome. You’re my good boy, right? Don’t need to think about anything except stuffing this pussy. Sure you’ll fit?”

Steve turns crimson, gasping in pleasure and embarrassment. He tries to bury his face in your breast but you won’t let him, your grip tightening in his hair. He’s forced to look at you, mouth open.

“Is Steve Harrington shy? There’s really no use denying it, baby. I know all the blood rushes from your brain to fill out your fat cock. That’s all y’wanna do, right? Fuck some babies into me?”

Steve’s hips buck. You lean down to bite the tender flesh of his throat. He whines louder and you take pity. He’s so sweet under you. 

“Y’wanna fuck me?” you ask against his skin.

“Yeah, yes, yeah–yeah, please,” he gulps feverishly. “Can I? Wanna fuck you so bad, baby. Hurts, it hurts.”

Steve’s chest heaves. Drops of sweat slip down his throat and pool. You tug his hair firmly. His eyes are half-lidded. You kiss him again. He paws desperately at your hips, squeezing to the point of bruises.

"I don't think you want it bad enough," you say, cupping Steve's cheeks. 

He's already spacey. You feel him twitch inside of you when you drag your thumb over his lips. He loves being touched. And now, after going through withdrawal, Steve can't discern between touches. He'll take anything, do anything, just to sink into your heat. 

"I do!" Steve begs. "I want you so bad. I—" He swallows hard, Adam's apple bobbing. "Please, love, sweetheart, you feel so good. So beautiful. Wanna make you feel good, please, please."

He kisses up your sternum, whimpering all the while. You brush through his hair while he's glued to your chest. His fingers curl around your sides like he can't get enough of your softness. 

"Please, please?" Steve tends to lose his words when he's in this deep. 

“Okay,” you hush, grunting when Steve bumps that spot purely by accident. “Okay, sweetie. Go on.”

As soon as you give the green light, Steve’s on you like an animal. He smushes you against his body, arms crushing your belly to his. He braces his feet on the floor and thrusts. Once, twice, and then he’s pounding into you. Sometimes his strength startles you. Steve’s a little cheeky and usually holds his composure. But then there are these weeks when you haven't seen each other in days. Then, Steve is starved. 

"Don't wanna cum yet," he whines high into your skin, but his hips don’t slow. "Gotta make you f-feel good."

"That's okay, pretty," you coo, holding yourself on Steve's shoulders with how hard he's fucking you. "Just—mmnh—take what you need."

Steve shakes his head, body tight. He's trying to hold himself back. You lift his chin with one finger. His cheeks are blotchy, eyes shiny with unshed tears. 

"There's no way you'll last, baby," you tell him very gently. "You can’t do anything except dump all that cum. ‘S okay.”

Steve shakes his head again, so determined. His eyes squeeze shut. You pinch his cheeks hard so he looks at you. 

"Eyes on me," you tut. "I thought you were gonna be good. Don't you wanna fill me up, big guy? You held it all week. Gotta put it somewhere, don't you?"

"But–but you should cum," he whines, thrusts getting sloppy. "You should feel good—"

"Sweetie, don't worry 'bout me," you chuckle. "I know this won't satisfy you. You'll have to eat me out a couple times before you can think. You're all stupid for pussy." 

Steve moans, high and sweet. You nip his bottom lip, petting his neck. 

"There you go," you purr as he seizes up. "Don't hold back."

Steve cums a lot. It's hot, dribbling down your thighs and quickly cooling as it hits his legs. You gasp, your cunt making a wet sound as you shift. 

"Look at that," you say in awe. "You came so much, baby. Feel better?" 

Steve whines, panting into your shoulder. You grin. You'd known it was coming, that Steve wouldn't be satisfied with just this. 

"Wha's a'matter?" you coo. "You got to fuck me. You don't want more, do you?" 

You squeeze him experimentally, his cock softening. Steve shoots up from the couch with a shout, releasing a small spurt of cum. 

"N-no," he gasps. "Please. Baby, please. Can't—can't go right now."

"That's a shame," you sigh, twirling a lock of his hair around your finger. "I really wanted you to make me squirt, Steve."

"I can," he insists, and pulls out with a hiss. "I can do it. Wanna make you cum."

He eagerly moves you to the other side of the couch. You get comfortable on your back, legs spread languidly. Steve's eyes glaze over at the sight of his cum on your thighs. You snort. 

"What'd I say, baby?" You smile with all your teeth. "Pussy drunk."

He crawls to you, big eyes pleading. 

"Can I? Wanna taste you so bad. ‘S all I thought about." 

You bite your lip and pretend to think about it. Your heel digs into Steve's spine and he goes down with barely a push. His nose nudges your clit. Steve grabs both legs and puts them around his head. 

"Go on," you purr, feeling Steve's fingers flex impatiently around your calves. "Clean up your mess."

[cakerybakery]

“I never loved you.”

Lucifer was taken aback. He and Adam had been arguing about Eden and blaming each other for all the things that went wrong. Where had that come from?

Adam screwed up his face and stormed out.

“What the fuck was that?” Lucifer wasn’t going to let this go. Something about it bothered him. He never expected Adam to love him. Why would it upset him if Adam didn’t love him? Why would Adam say that?

There’s one place Lucifer knew Adam always hid in hell when he needed to get away.

Where everything started. When Eden was corrupted, Adam and Eve weren’t expelled just for disobedience, they were exiled to be saved. Eden had fallen along with Lucifer and Lilith.

When the ground shook, the animals fled Eden to save themselves, but some were caught in the fall. Evil infected them, turned them feral or made them demons. Monster sprang where their blood spilled and they devoured the fruit from tree of knowledge and gaining intelligence. They had become dangerous.

The tree was dead but it would not rot away. Lucifer needed to hide the tree and its putrid fruit to put a stop to the growing hoard of intelligent demons.

In a vain hope that it could be revived, and perhaps heaven would find mercy for Lilith at least, Lucifer had sought out any sort of holy light for it to sprout in but had found only one single ray in all of hell.

So he moved the tree there but to no avail. The tree and the garden never recovered.

Adam had been drawn to it from the start, as Lilith had been.

Lilith would climb the branches and settle into a crook of the wood and bask in the light. The same place Adam would hide.

They both said the same thing, they needed to feel the warmth, to hear heaven. It made them feel better.

Lucifer made his way to the garden, down the narrow path and through caverns to a sinkhole that contained the remnants of the garden. He reached for the dead plants and they turned to dust at his touch. Flowers, faded and brittle, cracked in his wake.

A single streak of holy light fell down through the red sky and smog and nestled in the top of the tree.

Branch by branch, Lucifer climbed. The tree was too thick for him to fly up and get to the hidden spot. Only that single beam of light made it through.

He had to climb a bit higher than the crook to get into it. So when he got up to the spot he was looking down at Adam.

“Fuck off.” Adam’s words held no venom to them and Lucifer slid down into the space.

It was tight. Lilith had fit nicely into it but Adam had a good fifty pound on her, adding in Lucifer and they had gotten a little wedged in. Lucifer wasn’t worried, he could teleport, but it kept Adam from being able to take off.

Lucifer has slid himself down so he was between Adam’s pulled up knees and chest. Even in Adam’s lap, Lucifer had to marvel at their height difference. Adam was still half a head taller than him and he was sitting suspended a bit between Adam’s thighs and gut. He wiggled his legs on either side of Adam’s waist to get a little more comfortable. Grinning, he looked up into Adam’s aghast face.

“Wha-wha-what the fuck are you doing?”

“Getting comfortable. I want to know what the fuck that was about at the hotel.”

“What is fucking wrong with you?!? Get out of my lap, asshole.”

“So you can take off again? Yeah, no.”

Adam tried pushing Lucifer up and off him but hooked his feet under Adam ass and wedged himself down farther. And realized why Adam wanted Lucifer off his lap.

He could work with this.

Lucifer pretended he couldn’t tell Adam’s hard dick was pressed against his ass and leaned against Adam’s chest.

“You want me to get off you?” Lucifer shifted to wiggle a little more. “Then tell me what that was about.”

“Nothing. It wasn’t fucking anything. Get fucked, asshole.”

‘Now that’s an interesting choice of words, Adam.’

“You brought it up.” He shifted again and watched Adam’s face.

How he muttered, “shit,” under his breath, how hard his breathing got, Lucifer could feel Adam’s heart racing under his hands. Lucifer was sure he had his answer without ever needing Adam to vocalize it.

Adam wore a mask to hide his face and his feelings because he had no poker face. He was nearly as red as the sky and wouldn’t met Lucifer’s eyes.

Lucifer took Adam’s face in his hands, sat up, and kissed him. The hands that had tried to push him off now held him close.

Pulling back he asked, “did you love me in Eden?”

“I did.”

“Hmm.” Lucifer kissed him again, perhaps too enthusiastically. His tongue swept into Adam mouth and he gagged.

Adam pulled away and started coughing and gagging off to the side. Lucifer patted his back. He didn’t think Adam’s gag reflex was that strong. It didn’t bode well for what Adam could do in bed, but Lucifer could figure something out.

He rubbed Adam’s back some more until finally Adam spit out a chunk onto the tree.

Lucifer stared at it. Sticking out of the apple piece was a seed.

“You-you didn’t happen to have an apple for breakfast, did you?”

“I’ve only ever eaten one apple in my fucking life.”

Lucifer pulled the seed out and held it into the light. In his hand it sprouted. Growing larger by the second it began to crowd them and Lucifer teleported them out of the tree and onto the ancient dried prairie grasses that no longer existed on Earth. Driven to extinction by humans.

They watched as from the tree roots, branches, and bright green leaves burst out of the dry dead wood. In the aftermath a beautiful new tree stood. Everything it touched turned green, the ray of light spread and so did the green. Lucifer jumped as fat cold raindrops fell for the first time. No acid, no danger, just rain.

He and Adam ran for the cover of the tree as the heavens broke and it poured.

Adam laughed. “This is fucking insane.” His voice was a little higher than it had been, more like how he sounded in Eden. He grabbed Lucifer and kissed him.

Lucifer didn’t know what Eden coming back, what the tree regrowing, would mean for hell or heaven or even Earth. But as Adam kissed him until they lay in the grass, as the rain fell, and the sounds of insects returned, Lucifer didn’t care. Adam could have been his Eden once, had he paid attention. Like the garden, Lucifer was being given another chance, and he was going to take it.

[reallyromealone]

Monty x Human! TFP! Soundwave

Warnings: nsfw, smut, gay, vtuber, my vtuber, cat boy, blow jobs, cum, pet names, spanking, it's a bit raunchy, foot job, tail pulling, kinks, gay, fucking, two dudes fucking, vtuber smut, transformers smut, au

Fandom: transformers prime

Soundwaves human name is Stephen Warren

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Monty sighed as he snuggled into his boyfriend's shoulder as he worked, tail swishing as Stephen typed away on his computer and the deep purple from the RBG lights as he felt the sound of his heartbeat soothed him "Are you almost done? 'm hungry..." Monty whispered into the other's ear, lifting his LED mask that covered his mouth and kissing the corner of his pretty lips "Come on, it's time for a break baby..." Monty tried convincing his boyfriend whose soft lilac looked back at Monty's light grey ones as the cat boy gently tugged and played with the hacker's black inky hair.

"What do you have in mind?" His voice barely above a whisper as he moved to kiss Monty's plush lips, not missing any reaction the baby pink-haired young adult gave as they were a hairlines distance from one another's faces "I dunno... Didn't think that far ahead" Monty admitted as he felt Soundwave gently rub up and down his hips and waist, cold hands slipping up his cropped purple sweater that the hacker got him last Christmas "Just wanna get food with you" Monty whined as bit as he felt the other grope at his soft hips and plush ass, the black shorts he wore today making it easier for Stephen to tug at the panties he insisted Monty wear.

Today was the cute thong he ordered for the pretty twink in his lap just last week, remembering when he had him do a fashion show for him.

"Baby? Are you even listening or are you busy being horny?" Monty pouted and yelped when the hacker played with his tail "Can't a man do both?" Stephen didn't often speak, preferring to be quiet and let Monty do the talking for him but he never missed an opportunity to chat his pretty boy into taking those slutty shorts off and letting him fuck him in just that cute little collar, a gift from their anniversary with the word 'soundwave' on it.

Clear ownership.

"Horny man" Monty huffed as Stephen kissed his pale neck and nibbled a bit and felt the other cock strain against his shorts as he bucked against Stephens's black skinny jeans "You're probably still wet from earlier... Could just stick it in" he mumbled and Monty let out a shaky breath at the thought of it "I take it you want that" he teased and pulled Monty into a kiss, pushing his tongue in and leading Monty's with his, raunchy and loud as they both moaned though the pink haired man was considerably louder and sluttier with his moans.

Pulling those tiny black fitted jean shorts down and grabbing the lube from his desk as Monty pulled away to take off his sweater, wearing nothing underneath, and made work of the other hoodie and shirt, Stephen helping him as they sat shirtless and horny. Monty kissed Stephens's neck and sucked a Hickey on his Adam's apple as the sound of his collar jingled as he felt the other long fingers push into his perky and plush ass, giving a cheek a nice smack as (name) moved to fish Stephens's cock from his black boxers.

Monty Loved his boyfriend's cock, pale and pretty, with two veins across its underside and a pretty pink at the top all at a girthy eight inches that he could see an outline of on his flat stomach when his boyfriend fucked him good. "Why don't you be a good kitty and suck my cock like the good boy you are" Monty got off his lap and stripped off his ruined shorts and stood in just a collar and his nylon sock/stocking combo "Yes lord Soundwave" he loved playing into Stephens kinks before dropping onto his knees and immediately worshipping his cocks base with sloppy kisses as his fangs gently scraped the underside as Stephen spread his legs to let the cat boy have full access to his cock.

It was his favorite view, Monty on his knees and back arched so he could see that fat little ass and cute tail swish, and the hacker's long fingers tugged at his soft silky baby pink strands of hair and rub at his ears.

"Good boy... Take it all in" he whispered as he watched Monty take him down his throat and grip his thighs as his pretty manicured nails scratched at the tall man's jeans as he took the length slowly down till his nose pressed against the other trimmed pelvis and teary grey eyes looked up as he began sucking, loving making eye contact with the others sharp lavender eyes as he pleasured him, whining as Stephen's socked foot pressed against Montys five inch erect cock. "come on, you can suck better than that" Stephen mocked coldly as Monty closed his eyes with furrowed white eyebrows, focused on sucking as his boyfriend cock like it was his life's duty.

And in this apartment, it was.

He let Stephen take care of the things that didn't matter, silly things like money and work as Monty was his good boy who went to university and made sure to get good grades and be his good kitty.

"Such a good boy, made for sucking and taking cock, no silly thoughts... Just a good boy"

Monty moaned at the taste of pre-cum in his mouth, the black-haired hacker whose usually well-styled short black hair fell in front of his eyes without warning, Stephen came down his throat with a cocky smile as he rested his head against his fist. Monty always swallowed it, every drop, and after kicked his cock clean before being lifted and ass mounted on the other still hard cock.

Something Stephen prided himself in was his ability to just keep going, despite having a job that kept him at his desk the man had insane stamina and energy that was often taken out on Monty.

Though this time it didn't involve rope and toys.

"Yes! Oh fuck!" Stephen wasted no time fucking Monty aggressively, despite his calm and passive expression, the sweat rolling down his cheek and gel gone from his hair said otherwise as Monty choked on his moans and tossed his head back, Stephen sucking on his cute pink nipples without a care in the world.

The sound of skin slapping skin and the loudest breathiest moans that could ever be produced as Monty pulled at the other's hair and scratched his shoulders and back, Stephen standing to fuck him against his desk and slapped his ass and Monty just took it.

Tugging at his tail and grabbing a fistful of his hair to pull him into a kiss as he came into Monty's pretty ass, a personal cum dumpster for Stephen "What do we say?" Stephen said as Monty climaxed onto the floor "Thank you lord Soundwave..."

"Good boy..." Now he had to get Monty some food, pulling his phone out and setting Monty on the computer chair as he ordered food and quietly took the cat boy who was still a bit in subspace to go get cleaned up and relax on the couch with a show.

[thedemonknownasbilly]

Hello hello, I hope you're feeling better! I had an idea for a request if you're feeling up to it, but don't feel pressured!

I was thinking of headcanons (or a scenario, whichever you prefer)- of how Aziraphale and Crowley would react to seeing their s/o mid work-out session?

Kinda cheesy lmao- sorry about that

-🐝

Routines

I am, thank you!

That’s definitely an interesting idea, wouldn’t mind taking a crack at it, my workouts are nothing too special so I’m having to use my best friend’s routine to go more in depth. (She and I have FaceTimed and talked so much crap while she worked out)

So sorry this took a while, last night had the glitch and then today has been a family day with Kiddo and Bestie.

Ineffable Husbands x GN!Reader

Slightly suggestive

Crowley

He hadn’t really noticed your routine, it wasn’t to say he didn’t care, it was just that you had just begun and did so typically when he was out of the house. He had gone to Aziraphale’s bookshop for some sort of talk with the Angel, something about Adam and young master Warlock even though Armageddon and the Second Coming had both failed and the world was at last safe. You had your music playing in your earbuds as you began your lifts, hardly hearing him come in, paying no mind to the trembling plants.

“Sorry about that Pet, Azira-” he cut himself off when he was met with you in skintight athletic pants and a loose fitting tank top. “Bloody hell, Satan don’t take me now.” He murmured, watching as your muscles flexed and showed with every right move, his forked tongue wetting his lip as he finally surged forward to you, grabbing you by the waist, effectively startling you. “You know, I heard of a much better form of exercise.” He murmured as he placed kisses along your neck.

“Oh yeah?” You teased him, “how about you show me.” His signature grin forming as he pulled you into your bedroom, snapping his fingers to close the blinds and door.

Aziraphale

Aziraphale first noticed with the new protein powder, it was odd to him, and he decided he wanted to give it a try in some pancakes, thinking it was just for flavor.

“Oh, that is disgusting!” He exclaimed quietly when he took his first bite, “tastes nothing like chocolate.” He tried his best to rinse the taste from his tongue with his tea.

“Good morning, Azi,” you chimed, kissing his cheek lovingly, hardly noticing his lingering gaze as he took in your athletic wear, he almost sworn you were tempting him on purpose.

“Good morning, my dear.” He smiled, going up behind you and placing hands on your waist as his head rested on your shoulder. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you up so early before?”

“Nope,” you replied, looking back to him, “but I want to finally be good about keeping my habits, so more frequent morning runs and workouts from me, rather than once in a blue moon.” Aziraphale nodded, a smile on his face.

“Certainly commendable, I know you’ll be just fine in keeping the habit, after all, you went from occasionally reading to reading everyday.”

“I think my boyfriend being the owner of the world’s best bookshop helped in that.”

“No, darling, it was all you.” He insisted, letting you go soon after so that you could get started, he certainly wasn’t about to complain, you definitely looked nice in the athletic style. Mostly he would only see you in the early mornings, right before your run, but one late morning he found himself needing your opinion on something and so he went into the spare room, not thinking to knock before he opened the door, watching in awe as you followed the instructions on your screen, different exercises he didn’t know all the names to being performed nearly flawlessly.

“Very good, my dear,” he smiled when you took a break, “very proud of you.” He adorned you in praises as he walked over and covered you in kisses.

“Aziraphale,” you giggled, “I’m all sweaty.”

“Don’t care, wanna just love on you.”

[hyufucks]

SWIMMING POOLS

pairing ➳ hueningkai + fem!reader

c. warning(s) — switch dom!kai, cockwarming, blowjob, slight cunnilingus.

w. count — 6,1k.

summary: when you and your boyfriend decide to have some fun alone at the pool at night.

✦ minors do not interact.

the night was very nice and warm, bordering on summer.

the cold water hit your exposed skin, giving you chills and goosebumps that would soon disappear.

hands wrapped around your boyfriend's neck, legs wrapped around his waist, passionate kisses and desperate touches flooded the starry night.

you pressed your center into the bulge coming from kai, moving slightly, causing moans to break free from his pretty drenched lips, lightly squeezing your legs.

his lips disengaged from yours, trailing from your jaw to your neck, biting and sucking gently, snarling against your skin as you continued to move against his erection.

suddenly, he grabbed you with both arms and carried you hard, lifting you up and onto the cold tiles that surrounded the pool.

his body hovered against yours, kissing your lips one more time before creating a new trail of kisses from the valley of your breasts, through your stomach to finally reach your inner thighs, placing part of his body between your legs.

he smiles mischievously at you before placing kisses and nibbles on your thighs, his wet hair tickling you and the tip of his nose brushing against your skin.

"kai, please…" you sighed, lifting your hips slightly in need, earning a laugh from him.

"whatever my princess wishes".

he removed your bikini bottom and gently ran two of his fingers through your wet folds, pressing the tip of his thumb into your swollen clit.

you opened your mouth slightly as you felt his hot tongue over your throbbing center, taking a slow lick that left you shivering.

you grabbed his hair and pulled it closer to you, causing the blond moan, sending vibrations that heightened your pleasure.

he sucked your clitoris hard and then licked it repeatedly, getting his lips dirty with your fluids.

"stop" you uttered between sighs and little cries of pleasure. he looked at you concerned once his eyes connected with yours, thinking that he hurt you somehow "come up here with me" you took a handful of his hair and forced him to climb on top of you.

he kissed you again, tasting your own cum once his tongue entered in your oral cavity.

one of your hands went to his naked torso, stroking and tracing lines over his abdominals with your fingertips, while the other hand went to the wet hairs on the nape of his neck, breaking the kiss and gently pulling his head back.

you leaned forward, sucking and kissing his neck, past his adam's apple. his soft moans with his closed mouth turned you on much more than you thought.

"can i suck your dick?" you looked into his eyes like a pouting puppy, inevitably causing kai to biting his lower lip, nodding in response.

you knelt on the tiles, instantly feeling how your knees burned from the pain and slightly scraped.

you removed the elastic from the bottom of his bathing suit, slowly stroking his fully hard cock, running your thumb along its hot, attention needy tip.

you slowly licked a line until you reached his base, kissing it in several places, putting a little pressure on it.

his eyes squeezed shut and he jerked his head back as he felt your tongue make contact with his nub, sucking deliciously on the dripping tip.

you looked at him quickly one last time before taking it completely into your mouth, feeling it almost hit your throat, causing you to gag slightly.

he quickly took your hair gently once you started to move your mouth, his cock going in and out repeatedly.

"that's it, honey" his voice was barely broken. he was actually making an abnormal effort not to slam his hips into your face and handle the situation himself.

you put your hand on his leg as you continued sucking on him, without letting go of your other hand, which made slight movements with the rest of his cock that didn't fit into your mouth.

you felt him tremble more and more as time went by, trying to keep a steady rhythm that makes him feel good.

he unconsciously moved his hips slightly as he squeezed your hair with much more force, sticking you more to him.

you felt it almost at the end of your throat from his involuntary movement that caused you to deep throat, almost choking on his cock.

for a second he let himself be carried away by his own pleasure, but when he fell back to earth, he stopped all his movements and looked at you worriedly.

"i'm so sorry, baby. did i hurt you? do you want me to retire?" his hands caressed your hair, slowly withdrawing from your mouth.

you shook your head with a slight muffled sound, shoving it back into your mouth. he groaned audibly, and your bare core began to throb, clenching into nothingness itself.

"god, you're a good girl. aren't you? so pretty and good for me…" his voice trailed off and he gritted his teeth as he felt cramps run through her body "princess, you're going to swallow?" you nodded with a little sparkle in your eyes, making him chuckle "so precious."

his words hurt you incredibly. eager to feel his hot cum in your throat, you pulled his cock out of your mouth and began licking his phallus, sucking and kissing the base repeatedly more than happily, before taking him back into your mouth and making him a deep throat

his eyes rolled back and moans shot from his mouth, squeezing and damaging your scalp desperately as he felt the heat in the lower part of him rise sharply, preparing himself to orgasm.

you felt his cum in your mouth, you felt it so good that you cum too, rocking your hips back and forth, whimpering with your mouth still full.

kai slowly pulled out of you, taking care not to hurt you or be too rough with you.

you swallowed his cum more than happily, looking into his eyes as you did so, waiting for some reaction from him.

he bit his lips and sighed softly before bending down to be at your height, kissing your lips quickly, impregnating his own semen on his lips.

"how about we continue to enjoy the pool?" he asked with a mischievous smile, ripping off your bikini top. you squealed in surprise, looking at him angrily "but this time without clothes" he winked at you with an amused eye.

you really swore that at any moment you were going to reach your height for the second time tonight.

© hyufucks, 2022.

[rorywritesjunk]

There's no race, no ending in sight

r rating. title comes from "two of us on the run" by lucius

(this has been on my mind since I started to write this. I'm just gonna throw post after post of this because I don't want it lingering in my head for too long. Inspiration for some of this was the song "Only The Music" by Heather Alexander/Alexander James Adams.)

Taglist: @hey-august

pt 1 + pt 2 + p3 + p4 + pt 5 + pt 6 + pt 7 +Pt 8 + Pt 9 + Pt 10 + Pt 11 + Pt 12 + Pt 13 + Pt 14 + Pt 15 + pt 16 + Pt 17 (End)

Pt 7

Sunny didn't leave home for a few days, instead choosing to organize her things, mend anything that needed it, read some books, anything to take her mind off Buggy. He was annoying her with his questions about her marriage, and why would he think anyone else would want her after all this time? No one would attempt it once they knew who she was married to.

She made lunch and brought it to Crocodile when he was working in his office, trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy for the two of them. She sometimes wondered if he truly loved her or saw her more as his possession, but he held onto her long enough, knew how protective and possessive he was of her that she figured he'd never let her go.

She didn't want to admit it but the thought was incredibly depressing to her.

Crocodile seemed to pick up on his wife's mood. He gave her the freedom to leave their home, to explore, meet with the others, everything, yet she acted like a prisoner in their home, gazing out the windows, a sadness to her that he didn't want to see.

"Darling, we should have a party." He suggested as she put his food down on the desk, once more pulling her into his lap. She let him, sitting upright in his lap with a frown. A party? She wasn't keen on the idea considering the last get together they had she almost slapped Buggy.

"Do I need to do anything?" She asked as she looked at him. "Cook? Clean?"

"Wear that dress I just bought you, that sleeveless green one." He told her as he dragged his hook up her back, causing her to shudder. "Dress your best. We'll have important people over."

"Like who?"

"Don't worry about who's coming. I just want you to enjoy yourself." He leaned down and kissed her cheek, pressing his hook against her to bring her closer to him. She let him, frowning as she wondered why he wanted to host such a thing. It seemed ridiculous but she wouldn't argue with him. She didn't feel up to it.

~

It was beautiful. The dress Sunny wore was sleeveless with a slit up the side, fitting to her body. The shades of green decorated the fabric, giving the impression of reptile scales. Her hair was up in a tight bun, keep it it from her face. Crocodile always preferred her hair up.

Everyone who showed was dressed in their best. The food and drink were delicious, her husband and the other two looked handsome, and there was even dancing to be done. The only problem was getting someone to dance with her.

"Please?" She begged Crocodile as he sat at a table with Mihawk and Buggy, as well as others Sunny didn't recognize. All she wanted was a dance but her husband hated doing it. "One dance?"

"Hawkeyes, dance with my wife." Crocodile said; Sunny looked hopefully at the swordsman as he took a sip of his wine.

"I don't dance."

"Fine, I'll find someone-"

"Clown, you're a performer, dance with her." Crocodile didn't ask Buggy nicely, it was an order. The clown knew better than to refuse. He downed his drink and stood up as Sunny tried to suggest a different partner. "If you want a dance, darling, then it will be with the clown. I don't trust these people not to do something to you."

"Fine." She sighed and held her hand out to Buggy. He allowed her to take it, dragging him out to the rest of the dancers as a waltz started up. "You can dance, can't you? Or is my husband just assuming you can dance?"

"I can dance." He shot back as she took his hands and put one on her waist and took hold of the other. She put her hand on his shoulder, waiting for him to start. He didn't want to do this, be close to her, touching her even, but she stepped on his foot on purpose and he started moving, mentally counting the beat in his head to keep up with everyone. "Looks like you can dance."

"I've always wanted to." She admitted as he spun her around, catching her in his arms before starting again. "Though the opportunity never arose."

"Oh, so am I your first then?" He asked with a smirk, pulling her close to him before dipping her back, catching her by surprise. The way her eyes widened and she tightened her hold on him had him looking smug. He didn't miss the way her cheeks turned pink at what he said. "Your first dance partner, that is."

"You're terrible." Sunny grumbled as he laughed, pulling her back upright before starting the beat again.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

Buggy spun her, dipped her, and she loosened up a bit more each time, even laughing at one point. The last dip he pulled her up too fast, too close, their faces were close and he heard her breath catch when she looked into his eyes. The music ended and Buggy was still holding her. If they were among strangers he would have kissed her, but he could feel Crocodile and Mihawk's eyes on him so he let go and stepped back.

"Can we do another?" Sunny asked, sounding breathless with a smile. "Please, Buggy?"

He didn't want to. He wanted to get away from her because he hated how quickly he was falling in love with her. He hated how they argued, didn't quite get along, yet he hated she was with someone else because he wanted to be with her all the time, arguing over dumb things and being pests to each other.

He looked over in Crocodile's direction. He was watching Buggy, cigar clenched tightly in his teeth, expression unreadable and Buggy knew he was a dead clown either way at this point. He looked back at Sunny and nodded.

"One more."

One more dance turned into two more. Sunny refused to let her dance partner go, ignoring how her heart was racing in her chest when he'd touch her, or how he even smiled a few times when she'd tell him he was wonderful at it. She didn't want to stop but she needed a break. She was warm and tired, her skin flushed from all the movement. She got herself a drink and stepped outside. To her surprise Buggy followed her.

"You're quite the dancer." She smiled as she took a sip of her drink. "Never thought pirates could dance like that."

"Yea, well, I'm not a normal pirate, am I? I'm a performer, remember?" He shot back playfully with a wink as he enjoyed his own drink. The night air felt nice, cooling them both down from the dancing. "You're not so bad yourself."

"I always thought dancing was fun." She told him as she hugged herself, starting to regret coming out there. The air was starting to chill her a bit too much. "For some reason I thought I'd do more of it marrying someone like him, you know, with these kinds of parties happening, but he never wanted to."

Buggy knew he would regret this. His hand popped off, holding his drink as he slid his jacket off and put it over her shoulders. "No point ruining the night by getting cold."

"Oh, well-"

"Look, Sunny-"

"Are you two coming back in?" Mihawk interrupted. Buggy cursed the swordsman's timing. Sunny made a face as well as he looked at the two of them. They kept their distance even as Sunny tightened his jacket over her.

"In a minute. It's too warm in there." Sunny told him as she finished her drink. "Did my husband send you after me?"

"Clearly you've cooled down enough to come back inside." He said as she headed back in. Buggy started to follow after her but Mihawk stopped him. "I don't know what you two are playing at but he's not stupid, you know. You're going to get killed."

"We aren't doing anything!" Buggy shot back as he pushed his hand away. "I did what he asked which was to dance with his wife! And I'll keep dancing with her if she asks because no one else is!"

"Are you planning something?" Mihawk asked. "It would be in your best interest to stop now, Buggy."

"Stop? Stop what?" He suddenly laughed. "Am I supposed to stop falling in love with her? It's a little difficult when her husband keeps pushing her to me, Hawkeyes! Maybe you need to be talking to Crocodile about this, not me!" He tried to push past him, any thoughts for his safety gone as he wanted to get back to the others, back to Sunny for another dance.

"Stop pursuing her. It won't do you any good."

"I'm not doing anything!" The clown snapped. "Like I said, her husband keeps doing this, it's not my fault!"

Buggy went back inside. Sunny was sitting at the table beside her husband, Buggy's jacket draped over the back of her chair as she sipped a fresh drink. Crocodile was ignoring her, speaking to some business partner or something, Buggy didn't know. He glanced back at Mihawk. The swordsman gave him a look as he headed back over to the table. Maybe he could offer one more dance.

He straightened up and marched over to the table, clearing his throat. Sunny looked up, smiling when she saw him.

"Up for another dance?" She asked as she stood up. "I'm ready."

She didn't wait for an answer before grabbing his hand and pulling him out to the dance floor. It was a little more crowded this time; the two were closer together as another waltz started. Buggy couldn't impress her with moves this time but she seemed happy just to be dancing.

"Thank you for dancing with me tonight, Buggy." She said with a smile, giving his hand a squeeze. "I know we don't always get along, but I appreciate it."

"Yea, well, gotta keep you happy, right?" He laughed nervously, knowing Mihawk was watching the two of them while Crocodile conducted business. He wished Hawkeyes would look elsewhere. "You being happy makes your husband happy which means everyone's happy!"

"I guess." Her smile lessened so Buggy surprised her with spinning her around. She was caught off guard and laughed, allowing him to pull her back against him. "Warn me next time, okay?"

"Where's the fun in that?" He grinned. "I like seeing you surprised."

She stuck her tongue out at him as they moved about the dance floor. It was a little difficult, there were so many couples, and Buggy leaned down to say something to her when another couple bumped into them. He didn't try to stop himself, he didn't want to but he'd insist it was an accident in the end. When he was bumped, Sunny was as well, pushing her harshly into Buggy, their lips meeting for just a brief moment before he pulled back.

The look on her face was shock and he felt bad, but instead of slapping him or yelling at him, she took a step back and covered her mouth with her hand.

"I'm sorry."

She turned and walked off after that, taking herself back to her husband. If she stuck around Buggy she wasn't sure what she'd do next. Her feelings were starting to change for the clown, from animosity to attraction and it scared her. She returned to her seat next to him and he put his hand on her thigh. She glanced at Buggy as she took a sip of her drink.

Buggy eventually went to get himself another drink. He needed to forget this evening sooner rather than later.

Mihawk said nothing, having watched the two all evening. He poured himself more wine.

[hazbinwrittenby]

Adam x Lute

smut (nsfw)

requested by anon :3

Hi there, this is my first ever attempt... hope you like it! I love this ship so much 🤟🥰

(oh, btw, English is not my first language, so please tell me if there's anything I need to fix!)

Enjoy~

Lute was resting after the extermination in her bed. She was extremely tired after slaying more than 200 souls, when she heard a knock on her bedroom's door.

"May I come in?" Adam asked whispering, his voice unexpectedly soft and kind.

Lute approached the door to let him in and when she did, he hugged her, making her question why was he being so gentle.

"I'm so proud of you, danger tits" there he is, Adam being his usual self. Lute blushed and rested her head on his shoulder for a bit, his hug healing her tiredness.

He made his way into her room and sat on the bed, patting the spot next to him asking her to sit, and she did. "You know, seeing you slaughter those cunts made me sooo hard" he said while turning to the right to face Lute, then grabbed her hand and placed it on his crotch.

For a few seconds she thought he was joking, as he always does, but when she felt his erection pushing to get out of his pants, she knew that he wasn't.

As Lute tried to remove the hand from his crotch, he tightened his grip on her wrist then looked at her:" I said...you make me hard. Feel how much." he ordered with a grin on his maskless face.

"Sir I-" she didn't want to oppose, she just didn't feel worthy. He's the man who started all humanity and she's just a killer, a damn good one, but still, not at his level - she thought.

He saw her insecure expression and got closer, grabbed her face and smiled, "If it still isn't clear, you dummie, I want you. Now."

Those reassuring words worked and Lute, turning red, squeezed his clothed cock, making him bite his bottom lip.

"Mm, take out my pretty dick" Adam proudly commanded, and she did, her pussy tingling with anticipation.

As she pulled down his pants, his cock bounced out. She gasped, it was really fucking big and pretty indeed, and the veins, ooh the veins pulsing, as if it was asking her to make it cum.

Lute took it in her hands, and gave it a few pumps, before Adam asked her to give it a nice, sloppy suck.

She tried to take it all in her mouth but only the tip could sit comfortably inside it, so she moved her tongue back and forth, making Adam moan: "It's so big it can't even fit your mouth", he let out a chuckle.

She smiled back, massaging her jaw because it was starting to ache.

"Oh, IT IS too big for your pretty mouth...Mm.. sit on it then" he ordered, precum forming on his tip from the slow licks Lute gave him.

She got up and tried to balance herself while squatting on the bed, him grabbing her waist to guide her down. She was a bit worried, it was really fucking enormous and she knew it was going to hurt-

"Fuck, sweetie, you're so wet" he breathed as he felt his tip getting soaked by her opening. All her worries were wiped away in a second, as soon as she felt his warm, pulsing dick push inside her hole.

"Aah-" she let a moan slip her mouth, and Adam couldn't resist to make her do it again; so he tightened the grip on her waist and thrusted inside her, Lute making more blissful noises.

"Fuck, Lute-" he groaned, one hand reaching her right boob below the dress. He started playing with her hardened nipple, and he noticed she had it pierced. He needed to see her naked body, he wanted to, sooo badly.

"Show me these pretty fucking tits" he commanded almost whining, and Lute obeyed, lifting up her dress completely.

She revealed her small, pierced breasts and Adam grinned as he approached them with his mouth. He gave her nipples alternatively a few licks and sucks, focusing on the piercings. Lute was a moaning mess, as she realised Adam had a piercing too, on his tongue and was using it, that bitch, to make her scream louder. The next time, she'd love to feel that tongue on her pussy, mainly that fucking piercing on her clit. Just the thought made her wetter and she threw her head back, as her hips drew circles on his cock, while he was wetting her nipples.

She moved faster and faster, making Adam stop focusing on her boobs and tilt his head back too, moaning louder.

They were facing each other now, she put her arms around his shoulders, and he pushed her hips down harder, he was close to cum.

"Lute I'm-" he couldn't finish the sentence in time, he let out a long moan as he shot his load inside her throbbing pussy.

She felt his warm liquid filling her up, as she reached her orgasm as well. Their juices mixed, as they looked at each other's eyes, panting.

They gave each other a tired smile, and layed down on the bed, Lute on top of him. He caressed her white hair like he was petting a kitten, as she placed her hand on his chest, feeling his heart slowly going back to the normal beats.

[juniperwoodwell]

Hey!! I heard you’re doing requests, can you do # 18 “You said you wanted to talk?” “Yeah… it can wait though. Enjoy your date.” AND #43 “Go easy, you’re carrying my child.” For Adam Sackler please? 🥺

The cliche:

Forever and always

Adam Sackler x F! Reader

•Word count:2k

•Warning(s): OOC Adam(Possibly), Pregnancy, Crying, fluff, Emotional rollercoaster, Children, cursing.

•Extra: Prompt will be bolded blue.

•Prompt(s) ADCU Prompt list

#18: "You said you wanted to talk?" "Yeah...It can wait though. Enjoy your date."

#43: "Go easy, You're carrying my child."

•A/n: I loved this idea so much! I wasn't sure if you wanted two different fics for Adam or not but I had an idea to use both in one. I hope you enjoy it!

"Hey, you said you wanted to talk?" Adam asked as he finished buttoning up his only nice dress shirt; you turned your head to him as you read something on your phone. Immediately your heart began to race. "I-I yeah, It can wait, though. Enjoy your date." You gave him your best smile, but something in your eyes must have given way to your growing anxiety. "But you made it seem important this morning." He walked over to the couch and sat down; you wanted to protest, but he spoke before you could. "It wouldn't have to do with that pregnancy test hidden in the trash bin, would it?" Your face went pale, and fear clouded your eyes. You nodded, Adam mirroring you. "I assumed so...It was positive Y/n. Did you do multiple or just the one?"

 "...I did four. Over the past two days..."

"Were they all positive?" He laid his arm on the back of the couch.

 "All except the second one I did. So...Three out of four." He hummed; you could tell he was becoming nervous as he unbuttoned the top button on his shirt.

"Okay, What do you want to do then?"

 You shrugged, "If I really am Pregnant, then I'm obviously going to keep it."

 "Okay, That's good to know. Do you know who the father is?" You looked away from him and out the window.

 This date Adam was going on was a blind date his friend set him up with; unbeknownst to the friend, You and Adam had been dating for over a year now, and It was a very open relationship. You were initially roommates, then decided to date after four years of living together. You both liked each other, but you were still exploring other relationships.

"I-...I think it's yours" You bit your lip, trying to keep your emotions at bay; when he didn't respond, you turned to look at him, His eyes were filled with tears, but none fell down his face.

"You think?"

You nodded. "I haven't slept with anyone but you since we started dating."

"Ah,"

 "I-I know how you feel about kids, and I know we were being careful...I just don't want you to be angry." Your tears were the first to fall.

"Angry?" He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you to his chest. "Why the fuck would I be angry? Kid. I love you. I didn't even want to go on this stupid date." You wrapped your arms around him, and he pulled you in tighter, kissing your head and mumbling affirmations you couldn't quite catch over your soft sobs.

Once you calmed down, he pulled back and held your face in his large palms. "We're going to have a little rugrat. Can you believe that?" He smiled, warm tears falling from his joyful eyes

"...I thought you'd"

 "I'd what? Throw a fit and tell you to get rid of it? That I'd leave you?" You nodded. "You can be so oblivious sometimes" He chuckled and nuzzled his nose against yours. "Didn't I just tell you I love you? Don't you see how happy I am? Kid, This is probably the happiest day of my life." You laughed at his exaggerated tone, and he joined, pulling you back into a hug.

"We should get married."

 "What?"

"You heard me, Kid. Let's get married. Neither of us is enjoying this weird open relationship. Especially since I can no longer see myself with anyone but you." His confession brought more tears to your eyes, but before they could fall, he kissed you. One hand lay at your waist, and the other held the back of your neck as he moved you to sit on his lap.

A few hours later, you were both in his bed, your head on his chest as he played with your hair. "So, You never answered me." His voice was low as it rumbled from his chest, "About getting married?"

"Yeah."

 "I...I would like that. But are you sure?"

"Of course, I'm sure. I wouldn't have said It if I wasn't. You know my past; you know what I had to go through...I don't want that for our kid." His voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke; slowly, you sat up and looked down at him. "I love you, Adam Sackler. We are going to get married and have a baby." He laughed at your declaration and pulled you back down.

 "I'll get the papers; then we'll call up your parents. They'd kill us both if we didn't have a ceremony."

 You smiled and nodded. "Yeah...They still might kill us."

 "...Yeah. Hopefully, the baby will save us."

You laughed. "Me, maybe, but you? You knocked me up!"

"Fuck yes, I did." He said proudly, and you smacked his chest playfully, making him laugh.

"This is a lot of change, Adam...Are you sure we can handle this?" He nodded. "Yeah, yeah. We got this. If anything, we'll get help from your folks. I know this isn't how we wanted this to go, but I'm excited to see where it goes." You looked up at him and smiled; He returned it sweetly.

The following day you woke up to Adam passed out asleep on your stomach, His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, and his cheek rested against your lower belly. Gently you started combing through his messy hair with your fingers, slowly waking him up. Eventually, he did, a goofy smile accompanying the crazy hair, kissing your exposed tummy before getting out of bed.

 "So, Who's room are we turning into the nursery?"

"Ha, you've been awake awhile, haven't  you, Kid?"

You nodded as you climbed out of bed and followed after him. "Yeah...Since six. I have a lot of stuff to process, Adam. " He turned his head as he opened the fridge. "How about we just think of breakfast first? I'm starving, and you're eating for two now." Sighing, you agreed; the both of you spoke as Adam made breakfast and then while you ate.

 Afterward, you went to your room and got changed into something nice; you had decided to go down to the courthouse and get the details sorted out; you practically ran to the front door to grab your shoes, and when you stood up, two arms wrapped around you and pulled you in close to the warm body. "Go easy; you're carrying my child." Adam kissed your head and nuzzled into you. "I know. I know, but I'm barely a month in. I think. Should we book an ultrasound too? Never mind, we'll figure that out later. Anyway, I think OUR child will be okay if I run around right now at this stage" Adam laughed softly into your hair as you spoke. "Okay. But just so you know, I'm going to baby you for the next nine-ish months. We're gonna read all the books and do the parenting classes. All the stuff I-we need to learn about taking care of you and the baby." You turned your head to look into his eyes. Tears glistened in your eyes; his gaze was soft and caring. "Kid. Don't give me those sad, worried eyes. We're gonna be just fine."

He kept his word through it all. Through the arguments with your parents and the tears. The ultrasounds and marriage arrangements. The mood swings and cravings as the months went on. Every morning he'd kiss your belly and tell you how excited he was. He took a picture of you every week to cherish your growing tummy's progress.

When it came to the final week, he was the calmest you've ever seen; he had read handfuls of parenting books and even took notes during the parenting classes. It seemed as if he had it all together, but you knew him well enough to know that he was just as nervous as you were.

"Adam!" You yelled from the living room of your new apartment; you both agreed you'd need more space. Quickly he walked over from the kitchen. "Yeah, kid?" He was used to the constant yelling now. You looked at the coffee table as you tried to sit up and grab the remote. "Help." You asked, obviously struggling, but He just leaned against the doorframe with an amused smile. "What was that?"

"Addaam," You exaggerated his name in annoyance; he chuckled and walked over to the couch "I'm as big as a boat, and you're just laughing at me"

 "You're not a boat. You're beautiful. But yes, Seeing you struggle a little bit is funny."

 "Yeah. We'll see if you'll laugh while I'm practically crushing your hand as I give birth to this baby." Your words seemed to quiet him, but that smile never left. He sat down beside you and kissed your head.

"It will be worth it."

Only a few days later, Adam drove you to the hospital a day early before the due date. After your parents got over the whole baby before marriage, they were overjoyed to be having a grandchild. They offered to pay for all the medical bills and even help find a suitable apartment; you and Adam weren't foolish enough to decline. You both worked crappy jobs and only had enough money for rent and food, so you graciously accepted and said you'd repay them with tons of visits. Adam stayed by your side the whole time, helping you breathe and talking you through it. Telling you how well you were doing and how strong you were.

Though, when it came time for him to hold his baby girl, he froze. Everything rushed over him like a tsunami; tears welled in his eyes as he stared down at her in your arms. "Oh, honey. It's okay." You said softly, doing your best to comfort him. "I- I'm terrified." He admitted when you took his hand, "Why are you terrified? What happened to all that confidence, huh?" "What if I mess this up." "You won't. Now hold your daughter Adam Sackler. She's going to need her dad to be strong for her." Adam nodded and kissed your head. "Yeah, You're right. The fun stuff is soon to come; gotta be strong." He gently took her from your arms, and the tears began to fall as she cooed at him. "I'm gonna take such good care of you and your mom. Okay? I'm gonna teach you how to walk and ride a bike and- and cook. I'll teach you how to make your mom's favorite foods." He declared all these things proudly and with all the love in his big heart.

The journey was long for you both, but the ending was just the beginning of something completely new and exciting but a little scary. You both could rely on the knowledge that you had each other's backs no matter what, through thick and thin. Good days and bad days, Forever and Always.

[fuushiguuro]

a pretty picture, with a pretty girl

adam stanheight x reader

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“Adam, can i open my eyes? please?” you giggled as you lifted your hand to grasp the ones blocking your sight. Adam tuts at you playfully, shaking his head as he returns your fit of giggles. “not yet, what’s the point of a surprise if you’re peekin?” you let out a huff at this, crossing your arms in feigned annoyance. Adam’s composure faltered slightly, not being able to tell if he truly upset you or not. as if you could hear his internal monologue you shut your eyes tight and whipped around quickly, wrapping your arms around his torso and setting your head in the crook of his neck. “i’m not actually upset, hun. i’m actually really excited to see it.” Adam returns your embrace once you say this, his confidence slowly rebuilding in his chest “well, if you’re so excited, why don’t you see it for yourself?” Adam sets his hands on your hips, turning you gently. you still had your eyes closed as he turned you, waiting for his explicit permission to open them. once he felt you were in the perfect position, his hands rose from your hips to your waist. “c’mon sweetheart, you can look now.” you did as you were told an opened your eyes, squinting for a moment due to the sudden contrast. before you was the most cute, movie-esque picnic setup you’d ever seen. you let out a soft gasp as your hand went over your heart, quickly turning around to see your beloved boyfriend. you enveloped him in another hug, making him stumble a bit due to the force of it. “this is so adorable, Adam! thank you so so much!” pulling your head out of his chest, you placed a chaste kiss on his nose before running to the checkered blanket set up before you. Adam let out a small chuckle at your enthusiasm. he quickly followed your lead, already swooning. as you looked more closely, you noticed a little box next to the new camera you had gotten him for his birthday. you didn’t see him use it often, at a certain point you thought he didn’t like it, but maybe he had a reason to bring it with him today. he looked at you expectantly, looking between your lovely face and the box before you. “babe, the box is collecting dust. open it, yeah?” that’s something else you always loved about him, his wittiness. it may be annoying to others, but that’s what charmed you in the first place.

you knew Adam always had a thing for photography, while it is his job he had always had an interest in photography in general. to Adam, you were his muse. he loves the certain smile you get when excited, the way you cover your mouth when you laugh (although he’d much rather see your gorgeous face), all the little things people gloss over, he makes sure to pay extra close attention. after all he can’t capture every moment he loves with a camera, much to his dismay. contrary to popular belief, Adam is more observant than one would expect. he Adam, in general, isn’t the bad person people make him out to be. it’s not to say he can’t do anything wrong, no not at all. it’s just nice to not be the scapegoat in every situation. he always tries his best to better himself; only drinking and smoking socially while developing better eating habits, even making sure he thinks thoroughly before he reacts. His flashbacks and nightmares of the trap can make him easily agitated, but he doesn’t mean to hurt you, ever. that’s the last thing he could ever want. you know he’s trying, making his best effort and he appreciates that, more than you could every know. Adam truly cherishes you, and he wants you to have the best possible relationship, so he’s making attempt to be the best possible boyfriend. although, he would rather die of embarrassment than let you know he’s doing this for you, for the most part. Adam’s done a lot to improve since you two became official, including becoming wiser with his spending habits. it’s fairly obvious to see that he’s not in the best financial situation, but Adam likes treating you to a little date every now and then. These little days have been, but not limited to, thrift shopping, hanging at the park, going to the movies and seeing more than you paid for. They’re simple, cute, and perfect opportunities for pictures if you ask him. Adam felt a surge of inspiration today, and decided to set up a lovely little picnic, just for the two of you.

you reached for the box, holding it gently. even though it was wood you didn’t wanna risk it. i mean, what if he made it himself? out of curiosity, you opened the box, greeted with some of Adam’s favorite photos he’s taken of you, his lovely muse. you were confused at first, in all honesty. “baby, take one and look at the back of it.” again, you did as you were told, nimbly picking up the picture and inspecting it carefully. it was a picture from the first date you two ever went on, a quiet little café with nice coffee. you were in the midst of laughing at a joke Adam had told, holding up your cup to cover your open smile, like always. it was one of Adam's mant favorites, but the reason why he loved it so much is that he could see the smile in your eyes. suddenly you remembered what he had said earlier; you flipped the photo over with haste, excitement bubbling in your chest with wonder of what it might say.

hey, baby. the photo's gorgeous, right? honestly i think you make any picture look amazing, and don't say anything because you know i'm right. anyway, i'm not the best with words but i wanted to say all your smiles are beautiful.

p.s, even the toothy ones. :)<3

you chuckled at the last part, looking over to your beloved boyfriend who quite frankly, looked like a puppy in this moment. "do all of them have something written on them?" you asked as you sifted through the box of photos, reminiscing about all the cute moments you two shared. "yeah actually! i just wanted to show you how much," he coughed into his hand before he could finsih, turning away before quickly turning back. his pace startled you a little, but he had his reasons. his main one being that this was a moment he couldn't save with his camera, not even the one he used for special occasions, the one you got him. Adam began to speak again, letting out a breath he wasn't even aware he was holding, "i.. just wanted to show you how much i love you." his words were quick and breathy, but you were able to understand. a dreamy look found it's way onto your face, and suddenly this moment was too sweet to for you. not knowing how to react, you opted for returning to your place in his arms.

"oh Adam.., i love you too."

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for graciepoo 🫶🫶 @valstarroz

[skylarmoon71]

Winchester - (Supernatural / Smallville Crossover AU) - Chapter 6

The weekend gives you an opportunity to relax.

This is possibly the longest you’ve gone without hunting. You’re sort of enjoying the ease. You have nothing planned for the day which is exactly the way you like it. 

Your phone vibrates and you look over. When you pick it up you stare. 

It’s from Clark.

“Are you busy?” 

You smile. 

“Not at the moment. Do you need help saving another civilian?” 

You giggle to yourself as you wait for his response. 

“Ha ha, I’m in stitches.” 

You laugh out loud. 

“Do you wanna come over and hang out (Y/N)?” 

“Sure, I’ll be right over.” 

You pocket your phone as you head to grab your backpack, and maybe your angel blade. 

Just in case.

Once you have all the essentials you’re on your way over to Clark’s home. It takes a little longer, mostly because you’d started craving gummies half way there.

Shoving the evidence of your delay in your bag, you greet his parents in the house before you’re off heading to the loft. The minute you step inside you hear the soft music that seems to be coming from up the stairs. The melodies sound a bit familiar, but you don’t think much of it. 

“Hey Clark!”

“I’m up here.” 

You smile, running up the stairs. 

“Sorry I took so long I had to make a stop for…” 

Your words die off at the end. Maybe you’re seeing things, because Clark is standing there dressed like…well, a prince. More specifically Prince Adam from Beauty and the Beast. Your bag slides off your shoulder and Clark is fidgeting in place. 

Your eyes take in the intricacy of the design. The familiar golden patterns that clash beautifully with the blue coat, they seem to highlight his eyes perfectly. You’re astonished, because the material looks expensive, it could not have been easy or cheap to get that costume. 

“I figured since you never had a prom, or had the chance to play a princess I could give you two wishes in one.”

The music in the background is still playing in the air, and when he steps forward, holding out his hand, you’re speechless. 

“May I have this dance?” 

You might just faint right there. He’s single handedly granted all of your fantasies. The music, the suit, asking for a dance. 

Clark’s eyes hold a gentle longing and you finally get your legs to move. Reaching out, you take his hand and there’s a bit of relief in his eyes. His cheeks are a bit red and it’s then you seem to register that he’s been a bit nervous of you turning down the offer. You can hardly believe it. You smile and Clark’s hand moves around your waist while yours moves to his shoulders. 

“Clark this is..this is incredible..” 

He smiles.

“I’m glad, you should thank Lex, he helped me get the costume.” 

You giggle. 

“It’s so beautiful, I’ll be sure to send my gratitude.”

Standing so close, you can’t help but appreciate how nice it feels. Clark begins swaying slowly with the background melody and you can’t get the smile to leave your lips. Your eyes run over the detail of the costume and how perfectly it fits his body. Even his hair is combed a bit differently than his usually fluffy look. 

“Clark, you look so handsome, just like a prince.” You gush.

He’s laughing at how much you seem to be enjoying it. He’d hoped for such a reaction, now looking at your smile, it’s ten times better than what he pictured. 

“I’m glad I could make this happen for you (Y/N). Seeing you smile like this is…it’s everything..”

Your eyes settle on him, and you seem to take it all in, how elated he is at the fact that you’re happy. It takes a moment to realize that you’re no longer swaying. Clark swallows, and you track the way his eyes move to your lips distractedly. You take a breath and when his eyes meet your gaze, his hand slowly moves from around your waist. 

His touch now against your cheek has your heart racing. All of his movements seem slower, or maybe that’s just the way your brain is tracking it. He leans in, and you all but hold your breath. As he closes the distance, your eyes lower and when his lips finally meet, your fist closes against the fabric of his coat. 

The kiss is tender, almost careful, like he’s testing the waters. He pulls back just an inch, for nothing more than one breath, and then he pulls you in. A moan escapes against your will at how much deeper this kiss is. A pleasant shiver runs right up your spine. Your lips are parting and joining to a rhythm and you're honestly having a hard time keeping up. 

There’s something desperate about the way he’s holding you, kissing you. Now you’re holding onto him to anchor yourself. You would have stayed there forever, but the surge of energy that rushes through your body makes you pull away. You gasp, and Clark looks about ready to apologize, but he pauses, staring at you. 

“(Y/N)..your eyes..” 

There’s clear surprise in his gaze and you don’t even need an explanation. You can almost see the reflection of that blue light in his eyes. You stumble back, rushing for your bag. 

“I-I have to go!!” 

Clark is quick to follow. 

“(Y/N) wait you-” 

“P-Please just leave me alone!” 

Those words cause him to stop as you practically sprint out of the barn.