#and I won't have much time to do it tomorrow before I need to leave for work

[thezombieprostitute]

You're new in town and the sheriff stops by to tell your how things work around his county

Too Easy

Summary: Sheriff Bodecker gets up close and personal with a single woman moving into his county.

Warnings: Assault, Corrupt cops, Implied violence, Sexism. Please let me know if I missed any.

A/N: Reader is plus sized, female. No other physical descriptors used.

Lee licks his lips as he watches you get the last box from your truck. The neighborly thing to do would be helping you, but he likes watching your curves as you move and bend over. Wouldn't be too neighborly showing up to help with an obvious hard-on.

He'd heard the little house on Knox Rd had sold and was surprised to learn it was bought by a lady. The realtor said it seemed like you were fresh from a divorce. Lee huffed. With a body like yours, you must've been cut loose for your personality. No moving company, no help? You're probably one of them "independent women" types.

He'll teach you better.

For now, he'll let you get settled. Once he gets over the shock of how pretty you are and how much he wants his hands on those hips of yours.

About a week later, Lee knows he's got you figured out. He's been watching you like a hawk and learning all about you.

You're as sweet as you look, getting along well with just about everyone. He almost pulled his gun on the young Arvin fella when he shook your hand. Lee's got it bad for you and he knows it. If he wasn't already married he'd pick you up in a heartbeat. As it is, he's looking forward to getting the benefits without the hassle of a wedding.

The fact you live alone almost makes it too easy for him. Good thing he's never had a problem with taking the easy way. Besides, he can be nice, if you'll let him.

There's a knock at your door and you rush from the kitchen with a cheerful, "who is it?"

"Sheriff Bodecker, ma'am."

You open the door with a small frown that brings out the cutest lines in your face. "Can I help you, Sheriff?"

"We got some reports about Ol' Bob doin' a bit o' thievin'." He lays the accent on thick to get you to lower your guard thinking he's just a good ol' boy.

"Oh no!" your hand flies to your face in concern.

"Bein' new in town you're more'n likely to be a victim," he explains, leaving out the fact that there is no Ol' Bob. "Do ya mind if'n I check to make sure your place is secure? I'd hate to have him take somethin' precious o' yours."

"Of course, Sheriff! What do you need from me?"

"With yer permission I'll check the locks on these here doors and windows. Did ya have 'em changed before movin' in?"

A look of concern crosses your features. "No, I...I didn't think to!"

"Well fer now I'll go ahead and check 'em. But tomorrow you best be headin' to Billy and Ralph's hardware to get some replacements. I'll even come by and make sure to help you install 'em properly."

"Thank you, Sheriff, but you won't need to do that. I'm pretty handy."

Lee fights the irritation he feels at your comments. Just as figured, you're an "independent" type. He's gonna have to fix that.

"May I still come in an' check on your windows?"

"Oh, yes! Of course!" You smile widely as you gesture for him to enter.

"Thank you," he nods, smiling at how easy you're making all of this.

He makes a good show of checking some of the windows, giving himself a better idea as to the layout of the little house. He can't have you hiding from him when he's hungry for a rendezvous.

Your kitchen is smelling heavenly, he thinks. It's a damn shame you're not looking for a man, you'd be getting all the good, and bad, men courting you. But since you'd rather be all alone, he gets to treat you like a whore.

"You mind me askin' what your cooking? Smells divine," he praises, getting you to walk closer to the counter.

"Oh, it's just a strawberry pie," you coo. "Though it is about time to get it out of the oven."

Lee steps away as you put on some oven mitts and bend over to get the pie. He licks his lips and readies himself.

As soon as you close the oven door and set down the pie, Lee pulls back his arm and smacks your ass. You let out a yelp and turn to him, eyes full of confusion and fear.

"You've got quite the peach," he purrs. "Been wanting to get my hands on it since you moved in."

"Sh-sh-sheriff, that's not--"

He crowds closer to, pushing your back into the counter.

"Not what, darlin'?"

"Not...not right! You're the sheriff!"

"Which means I'm the man in charge," he replies. "I get to choose which rules get enforced and which ones can be ignored, and by which people."

"But...but..."

He chuckles coldly. "And ain't nobody gonna believe you, either. An outsider to the community? A woman living on her own? They'll be marching you through town with a scarlet A on your chest."

"I...I can go above your head!" you argue, tears forming in your eyes. "State police, FBI, even!"

"Even if they would listen, you'd never get to 'em before my boys get to you, hurt you badly, and leave your body where no one will find it."

"Your deputies are in on it?" you gasp.

He laughs, "not them. People much worse than them. Ruthless people who, if you're nice for them, will give you a quick death instead of a slow one at their hotel with them other girls."

A sob escapes your lips and Lee starts fondling your breasts.

"And damn you'd make those O'Donovan boys a lot of money."

"O'Donovan? The...they run the Heavenly Rest?"

"They're the ones. And they get one notice from me that you're trouble, they will make you wish for death."

"Roger that!" you shout, making him pause long enough for you to headbutt him.

Lee staggers back a few steps before charging towards you, ready to hit back. You easily dodge the blow and head towards the front door, Lee giving chase.

The second he steps outside, though, he's greeted by a couple of State Police vehicles. Some of them with open doors and officers pointing guns at him.

He angrily raises his hands in surrender.

The tallest officer steps forward and Lee recognizes him.

"Captain Rogers," he spits. "Fucking golden boy. Since when do you send innocent women to do your dirty work?"

"The Detective here was only too happy to sign up," he shrugs. "And I can't argue with the results. She even got you to give up your partners."

Lee's eyes furrow in confusion for a moment before turning into rage. "Recording device?"

"Yup," Rogers confirms. "We were expecting this to take a lot longer but, lucky for us, you're too easy."

Tagging: @alicedopey; @blacksilks; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @irishhappiness; @iwudbutnah; @kmc1989; @lokislady82; @peaches1958; @ronearoundblindly

[quitedisastrous]

i wish i could just do nothing for a few days straight. maybe even just sleep for a few days straight. sooo excited for constant misery over the next 20 days

ranting in the tags. i would just scroll past if i were you

[merlinfromberlin]

I really was so naive as to believe that Make You Feel Alright chapter 5 would be no longer than maybe 3.5k at the best. And then they just kept talking and now it will be somewhere closer to 5k. ;-;

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Co Parents To Lovers Again (part 2)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader

Warnings: fluff (smut in the next part)

part 1

It's been three days since the unfortunate misunderstanding with Charles and you haven't heard from him at all since.

You were overthinking the whole situation that happened on Sunday and couldn't come to any proper conclusion. At the same time, you were sad because he thought you would bring someone else into your bed, even though it wasn't your shared bed anymore, but you couldn't believe that he thought so little of you after all the years you'd spent together.

And yet on the other hand, you were thinking like any woman, you were glad that he was jealous and that the very thought of someone replacing him bothered him because that only meant he wasn't over you and that he still wanted to make things right between you two. Basically, you were torn between your brain and your heart once again and it was just a matter of what would prevail between the two this time.

Even though deep down you knew you couldn't fight yourself. You broke up over some disagreements that when you look at things more closely weren't worth destroying your relationship and your little family. You were both stubborn, he was a little too possessive, you were lacking in understanding, parenting, you spent most of your time alone with Lou and everything came together and exploded.

Now that you look back on the whole year you spent without him, you know that as hard as it is sometimes to be with him, it's ten times harder to be without him. You realize that you both made a rash decision, but then again maybe it had to happen only to make you realize how much you need each other in every way possible.

It's Wednesday night and while you're preparing tonight's dinner and tomorrow's lunch, Lou is sitting at the dining room table drawing. Soon your cooking is interrupted by the ringing of your phone on the kitchen island. A strange feeling comes over you as you wipe your hands on a dish towel and look at your phone only to see Charles' name on the screen.

You want to answer the phone, but you don't want the conversation to end in an argument so before you pick up the phone, you take a deep breath and try to calm down and strengthen your voice so it doesn't sound shaky.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's me." He says it in a completely normal, calm tone and you're grateful for that.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Umm, I'm leaving tomorrow for the race so I was wondering if you could put Lou on the facetime so I can see her since I won't be able to have her for the weekend?" He asks.

"Sure, just let me switch to facetime."

Once you did, Charles face appeared on the screen and he smiled when he saw yours too. You tried to hide the blush on your face and quickly walked over to Lou putting the phone in front of her.

"Baby, daddy wants to talk to you" You said setting the phone in front of her and leaving them alone to talk.

Since the kitchen and dining room were connected, you went back into the kitchen and could hear everything the two of them were saying. You didn't want to eavesdrop, but you kinda did.

"Hey, daddy!" Lou exclaimed excitedly.

"Mon ange, what are you doing?"

"I'm drawing and-and mommy is cooking" She says.

"Yeah? What are you drawing?"

"I'm drawing you in a red car. See" She says putting up the paper in front of the camera for him to see.

"Good job, baby. It looks great!"

"It's for you, I will give it to you when you come get me" She says forgetting that she won't be spending the weekend with him.

"Thank you, baby, but unfortunately we won't be together this weekend because papa has to work, but we'll see each other next week, okay?"

"Oh.." She pouts.

"Don't be sad, we'll see each other very soon, okay? I miss you so much and I'm thinking of you all the time."

Your heart is completely softened by his words and the immeasurable amount of love he has for your daughter.

"I miss you too, daddy"

"Okay, baby. I'll talk to you soon, I love you."

"Bye, I love you too." She says waving her hand as he blows her a kiss.

You watch her from afar and see how her mood immediately changed when she heard that she wouldn't be seeing him. Shaken by emotions, you move closer to her and squat down next to her.

"What's wrong, bug?" You ask her.

She doesn't look at you but frowns looking down at drawing on the paper in front of her.

"I miss papa" She says, hear eyes filled with tears.

"Can I tell you a little secret?" You say and she nods. "I miss papa too." You whisper making her look at you.

"Would you like to watch him race this weekend?"

"You mean on the TV?" She asks.

"No, I mean how about we go and see him?" You suggest and her eyes light up.

"Really?!"

"Would you like that?"

"Yes, yes! And I can give him this!" She says excitedly and you chuckle at how sweet she is.

"Then we have a deal. Now, finish up your drawing and go wash your hands because dinner is almost ready okay?"

"Okay, mommy. Thank you"

Nothing can compare to the happiness you feel when you see your daughter happy. Both you and Charles would do anything for her, and that's why you decided to quickly run upstairs to your bedroom, turn the hoodie right side out.

When a print of an F1 car was visible on the black hoodie, you took a picture of it and sent it to Charles without any additional explanation, because you knew that everything would be clear as a day to him once he saw it.

After just a few minutes, your phone vibrated in your hands.

'Been looking for it for a while now..' Charles' message said.

'I really fucked up this time, didn't I?' He added.

'You kinda did.' You replied.

'I'm so sorry, y/n..'

'You're lucky your daughter adores you so much and you better send a plane for the two of us so we can make it to the race on time.'

part 3

@charlesgirl16 @aleatorio1234 @teamnovalak @watermelonslut @diaryofarandomkid @sunny44 @tempo-rary-fix @ggaslyp1 @janeh22 @seonghwaexile @seasonswinter @itgirlofthecenturysposts @ricciardosredbull @amz824 @sarx164

[invincibledc]

My birthday is tomorrow…. Can I get some Raccoon! Reader? Pretty please? 🥺

LITTLE RASCAL

BATFAMILY X RACCOON!READER

summary: such a little rascal, but that little rascal belong to the Waynes.

info: raccoon!reader is a small child of the age of 5-6. Adopted into the family, Damian found you in a dumpster and declared you as a Wayne, the other batboys have no saying other to accept the child. POV switch up cause I didn't even notice myself.

genre: short story

word count: 608

a/n: despite me being busy, here. ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

Having a raccoon-baby sibling is crazy! The batboys have to babysit their adopted animal shifter who is a raccoon the next minute and a small child the next.

Dick keeps them dressed in onesies with his hero merch.

Jason always makes sure they are mostly fed and out of trouble.

Tim makes them have their nap time and most of the time distracts them with some puzzles that they are smart at despite the speech impediment.

Then Damian, the one that always buys them clothes, and most snacks, and just a spoiling big brother who adores how cute his baby sibling is!

And now, here they are, now freshly five years old, or five in a half, always doing reckless things like the racasl they are.

As much as the Batboys love them, they are such a kid to take care of.

Certainly, a little raccoon child was running around the streets of Gotham City, fully in raccoon form. The small raccoon jumped across fire escapes of apartments, running through other things like alleyways. Finally, they found a motherload, a trashcan with fresh thrown-out food from a pastry shop.

The raccoon chirped, smiling wide as their grubby greedy hands grabbed a clean cupcake. Inching the sweet treat into their mouth, they were suddenly grabbed up by a tight grip.

Jason narrowed his eyes at the animal shifter as the raccoon shifted into y/n. A cute little chubby child that loves to eat, oh how their greed disgusts Jason.

“I knew I should've gotten that damned child leash,” Jason says, leaving the alley as y/n screams, throwing a tantrum with their broken English.

“Ja-Ja lets y/n down! Y/n go down! Down!” their chubby hands smack Jason’s buff arm that's holding them. But of course, it had no effect as Jason put the small child in front of him—sitting calmly despite the angry child whose raccoon ears were flat against their head and arms crossed with a puff.

“Keep poutin' you brat, that won't let me let you eat straight trash from dumpsters.” he puts a small helmet on you and puts his significant one on as well. Jason rode down quickly to the Wayne manor, as they made it up there. Y/n was still petty and pissed. How dare their older human brother do this to them?! How dare he! Shame on them all!

Y/n must’ve spaced out so much, that now they are in timeout, facing the wall as they looked back to see the whole family consulting each other.

“We have to buy a child leash.”

“That’s too dangerous! What if they strangle themselves!” Damian exclaims, slamming his hand onto the table.

“But think about it, the pros of a child leash is that they don't get lost and run into traffic,” Dick says with a soft grin, placing a hand on the youngest brother’s shoulder. Damian gave him a quick face before nodding.

“I can comply with this 'child' leash then.”

Tim nodded along, “Plus, when on a mission, they don't go wild and get injured.” now all the boys nodded as Bruce stayed quiet watching his sons agree. Looking to the side to see you kicking the wall, Bruce got up and went over to you. You looked at him, ringed tail creased under your legs, neatly between them as you fully turned to him.

“Papa!” you lifted your arms, getting picked up by the man whose eyes softened despite his stoic nature. “Then it settles.”

The boys looked at their father, seeing Bruce let out a smile as you smiled, just happy to get out of time out.

“This little rascal needs a leash.”

[mcflymemes]

"I NEED TO STOP AND REST" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for taking a break, adjust as necessary

give me a minute to catch my breath.

you go on without me.

i'll just be a minute.

we should camp here.

i don't think i can take another step.

you're falling asleep standing up.

i think we should stop for a while.

we can't fight them if we're exhausted.

it's time for a break.

we'll pick this up tomorrow.

you need to rest. that's an order.

you're going to fall over.

i don't think i can take much more of this.

sit down before you hurt yourself.

you're going to tear those stitches right open if you don't stop.

i need you to stop and listen to me.

you can't save anyone if you're exhausted.

you need your rest.

i'm not asking you to sleep, i'm telling you.

pushing it won't do you any good.

we'll take turns keeping watch.

tell them we'll make camp here.

i'm stopping to rest. you can keep going.

sit down before you hurt yourself.

you'll pull a muscle if you don't stop.

listen to me. you have to take a break.

i'm out of breath.

just give me five minutes to sit down.

i'll be fine with some rest.

let me sleep for a while and then we can go on.

i won't do any good if i'm exhausted.

you won't save anyone if you're like this.

slow down.

you're just making it worse by not stopping.

you'll work yourself half to death.

i'm not letting you do this.

when are you going to think of yourself?

break time's over.

you'll just make your injury worse.

i'll keep watch while you sleep.

you need your sleep just as much as i do.

we have to be at our best if we want to save them.

at least take a five minute break.

give yourself some time to collect yourself.

i insist you take a break.

i can't go on.

i'll pass out if i keep at it.

never thought i'd be the one saying this, but i need to stop.

sleep would be great.

i'll just close my eyes for a few minutes.

wake me when it's over.

tell me when we're getting ready to leave.

this looks like the perfect place to take a nap.

[ozzgin]

OZZ OMG OMG OMG THAT YANDERE PRISON THING OMG OMG OMG

*jitters with excitement*

I NEED MORE AHHHHH IT TICKLED MY BRAIN THE RIGHT AND WRONG WAY AT THE SAME TIME

Like if you're nice they'll just become your dogs and if you're not nice they'll give you a very rough foursome I'm down for either OMG OMG OMG help I have problems

To quote Markiplier: "I'm not a masochist, this is about power"

*drops dead*

*instantly revives*

Ahem, I saw you mention you might come up with small plots, so I'll do the logical thing to try to inspire you:

- clueless darling ask the leaders about their gangs and whatnot. Like nonchalantly. Because they're too nice darling thought it's no big deal lol

- darling subconsciously avoid blonde man (even tho he is my favourite hahah) after seeing him beat up the guy

- darling got drunk (somehow in a prison) and either gets horny (and try to let it out under the blankets forgetting they got roommates)or innocently touchy hugging all three of them and poking their unique features, sitting in their laps and so on. Or better yet, touches/approaches other inmates in front of the roommates...

content: gender neutral reader, alcohol consumption, NSFW below the cut!

Inmates are creative. They will always find a way around the rules, and this time it happened to be a rather clumsy attempt at brewing alcohol. Had this been discovered by a guard, whoever concocted the beverage would've landed in detention.

Instead, it was you who found it, innocently assuming someone must've forgotten their water behind. You gulped down the clear liquid, thirsty after you walk, then promptly grimaced at its unexpected bitterness.

Safe to say you're now quite drunk.

That in itself would already be troublesome enough, but another thing is endangering yours and everyone else's peace: you're in a particularly flirty mood.

"What the hell are you doing?"

The officer's smile drops instantly, and he turns towards the deep voice. One of your criminal roommates glares at the sight with hollow eyes. You were clinging to the officer's arm, a dumb grin plastered on your face. The man in uniform quickly shoves you aside, his features pale and drained.

"It wasn't me who started it," he pleads.

You're quickly picked up by your bunkie, who is still staring at the guard. He won't be leaving this prison alive, that's for sure. Now, however, his priorities lie somewhere else.

The hallway spins as you're being carried away, and you shamelessly cling to your ride, feeling and groping the muscles and tracing along his tattooed skin.

"My God, at least wait until we're back to our cell," he groans with flushed cheeks.

The blonde one is trying to play it cool. Come, now, you're obviously out of it. He needs to be mature and tuck you in, or something along the line.

Easier said than done, especially with a raging boner. You're quick to notice it, and you certainly don't hesitate to point it out, making lewd gestures with your hands as some sort of offer.

"Are you sure you won't regret it tomorrow?"

"Hey now, I'm drunk, not unconscious," you bark between hiccups.

He may have interrogated you further, but the thought of your pretty little mouth struggling to take him in is too much to bear. He's essentially drooling by the time he pats his knee for you to come over.

The pierced one drops you on your bed with a flat expression. Annoyance? A closer look at his pursed lips, and one can tell he's really just struggling to maintain his composure.

"Please, I really need to-"

You hold him back by the arm and bat your eyelashes. In return, he clicks his tongue. Is this some sort of test from above? His beloved Darling is essentially begging to be fingered. Yet, he shouldn't be taking advantage of your state. He shouldn't...

Too late. You gasp at his rough fingers making their way in.

"Alright, don't be too loud," he concludes with a faint smirk.

The masked one gently places you on your bed, then plants himself before you with crossed arms.

"Nonsense. You're drunk."

"I mean it", you repeat yourself.

He does his best to look imposing. Truth be told, his knees weakened from the moment "fuck me" slipped out of your mouth. He gladly would, but he has morals. Well, when it comes to you, anyways.

Your pout seems to suggest this would be a long standoff. He sighs, then pushes you back onto the mattress.

"How about this? I'll take care of it," he explains quietly, his cloth hovering above your groin. "I'll be awaiting your offer again once you're sober."

For now, his tongue will have to do.

[Yandere Prison] | [More Yandere Stories]

[smutoperator]

How I Met Her Father

Jeon Somi x Male Reader, Somi's Father

Part 3 of 4 of All In Family

Tags: (lots of) big tits worship, bimbo, cum on tits, dirty talk, facefucking, full nelson, girlfriend, incest, living room sex, saliva, (lots of) spit-roasting, swimming, titfucking, wife duties, whisky

Word count: 4715

After years of focusing her efforts on her career, Somi wanted to settle down a bit. She had finally found the perfect guy for her, as you two had been involved in an increasingly romantic relationship.

But she needed one more thing before you two moved a step further.

"I want you to meet my father, I want to talk to him before we continue with our relationship," Somi said, still naked in your bed as you prepared to get to work. "Sure," you answered her. "Let's do it tonight," you continued, kissing her before you headed to work.

Somi went to her father's house, doing some dishes while waiting for you to arrive. "So you want to marry him?" her father asked. "Yes, Dad, I feel like the time has come, my career won't go much further than this so I need to start thinking about my life afterward," Somi answered.

The night came in as Somi set the table. You were greeted by her father as you two started talking about typical manly things, Somi just listening while washing the dishes as you two also talked about her, drinking some whisky in the living room while she started setting her plan up.

"Dad, do you want some more whisky?" Somi asked, serving both of you. "Sure," her father answered as Somi walked into both of you in a beautiful black dress that showcased her beautiful big tits with a nice cleavage, before heading back to the kitchen.

"My daughter, you know, I don't think she's really wife material yet, she's a little too wild, she goes flashing her boobs with her best friend in photo boots, and every time she goes out with Chaeyoung or Giselle she returns a drunk mess. She truly behaves like a bimbo who doesn't think about tomorrow. Sometimes it feels like she's just a pair of big tits on a stick," her father tells you, unaware that Somi is hearing everything you two are talking about.

"I need to take a little break," you told them, leaving Somi alone with her father. "Me too, I'll go to the bathroom, stay in there, Somi," her father told her. Somi sat in the living room, knowing she had to act if she wanted to get her father's approval for her relationship.

Somi's father returned to the living room but her daughter wasn't there anymore. He walked into the pool, drinking some more whisky and staring at the moon before Somi approached him.

"Big tits on a stick huh?" Somi asks her father. "What do you mean?" he asks her. "Don't try to fool me, I heard everything you said to my boyfriend in that room. You're really doing everything to convince him not to marry me. A bimbo? A fucking bimbo? Don't you have any respect for your daughter?" she angrily asks.

"You certainly don't do much to dispel this notion, do you?" Somi's father tells her. "Well, you certainly seem to like your big tit bimbo daughter," Somi says, taking her dress off as she starts swimming naked in front of her father, her boobs so big they stay above the water's line, before she finally turns around, her wet naked body in front of her father as she starts grabbing his pants.

"Big tits on a stick, let me show them," Somi says, crawling out of the pool and rubbing her father's crotch. He drinks another dose of whisky as she takes his belt off, kissing his underwear before unveiling his cock, softly sucking it. "Somi, be careful, your boyfriend is in the house," her father says. "Well, she's not the one I need to convince," she answers her dad.

Somi gives her father a very slow-paced blowjob, getting his cock harder and harder, maintaining eye contact at every second. "You seem to be enjoying your bimbo daughter sucking this cock," she tells him as she notices him groaning, moving her head faster against his shaft before going down to suck his balls. "Fuck," Somi curses as she licks his cock from the balls to the tip.

"Give me those big tits," Somi's father commands as she spits on his cock's head, offering her big pair of udders for his cock to rest on, before squeezing his shaft between her huge milkers. "Come on Dad, fuck those big tits from your bimbo daughter," Somi tells him as she starts moving them up and down his shaft.

Somi's dad quickly obliges, bringing his daughter's body closer to his and thrusting upwards into her big tits. "Oh my God, you squeeze my cock so good," he tells his daughter, kissing her as he bangs her big boobs. Somi moves her tits into his shaft as he pours some whisky into it, before saying a couple of words.

"Let's go inside," Somi tells her father as both of them return to the living room where you and her father were talking just some minutes ago. Somi and her dad share kisses, him grabbing her big tits as she strips him down, before he dives into her huge udders, kissing and sucking them.

Somi sits on one of the many couches in the room, going back to suck her father's cock as she bobs her head on his cock without using her hands. "Oh fuck," her father groans as Somi takes his shaft deeper in her throat. "Yes, baby, suck your dad's cock, " he tells her, unbuttoning his shirt as Somi keeps spitting on and twisting his dick.

"Take this saliva and spit on your fucking tits," Somi's father tells her as he sees a huge string of saliva coming out of her mouth after she sucks his cock. Somi obliges as her father gropes her big boobs, sticking his cock between them for a second round of titfucking. "Yes, baby, just like that," he tells her as he bangs her udders while kissing her, enjoying her throbbing tip popping out from time to time.

"Oh my God, you're such a good bimbo," Somi's father says as she spits once again on her tits, letting her father's cock slide with ease as he kept banging her tits. Somi took this shirt fully off, getting both of them naked. "Oh my God baby yes," her father groaned as Somi got on all fours for him to fuck her face while he reached to grab her ass.

Somi choked on her father's cock like the good bimbo she is, her boobs bouncing hard as he delivered deep thrusts into her mouth. He sat on the couch, letting Somi deliver him a no-hands sloppy boss-chair blowjob. Somi was enjoying bobbing her head on her father's dick, strings of saliva coming out of her mouth, until she turned her head and saw you entering the room.

Somi blushed as she got caught by surprise, the saliva still connecting her mouth to her father's cock. You looked at your slutty girlfriend, pretending to be angry. She didn't know you had watched her whole sequence with her father by the pool, but soon, her boldness would surprise you even further.

"Come join us, honey," Somi asked you, who felt shocked as those words hit your ears. "Didn't you hear me? I said come join us, honey," Somi repeated. You lowered her head just as Somi lowered hers to suck her father's cock, but you obliged, lining up behind her and eating her pussy while she kissed her father.

"Suck his dick too," Somi's father commanded as she turned her attention to you, kissing you with her cock filled mouth before you quickly unzipped your pants, Somi taking turns between sucking your cock and jerking her father's dick off. You grabbed her face and shoved down your meat while her father played with her big boobs and jerked his own cock off, before Somi turned his attention to him, rolling her eyes. "Such a good bimbo," he told her.

Somi got so sloppy that strings of saliva connected both cocks to her mouth. Both of you took turns fucking her face, making her big tits bounce. Somi gets ready to sit on the couch, only to get surprised by her dad's cock impaling her pussy. "Ahhhh," she moans but it gets muffled by your big meat pounding her mouth.

"Yes baby," Somi's father celebrates as he thrusts up her pussy, enjoying her muffled moans and her bouncy boobs as he fucks her pussy while she chokes on your cock. "Oh my God," Somi moans as she strokes your cock after gagging on it, her father grabbing her big tits from behind as they keep bouncing while she rides his dick.

"You like that, you fucking slut?" you ask Somi as she bounces on her father's cock. "Yes, fuck, I love that, getting taken by my dad and my boyfie at the same time," Somi moans as she jerks your cock off before getting spit-roasted. "Look at those big tits, they bounce so beautifully," her father tells you as Somi turns into exactly what he wanted, a free-use bimbo whose only purpose in life is to be a cockslut.

"Oh yeah, choke on this cock," Somi's dad commands as she turns your cock into a mess of spit. "My turn next," you tell Somi, lying her on the couch and drilling her pussy hard, punishing her for being a cheating slutty girlfriend while her dad feeds his cock full of her pussy flavors for her to taste.

Somi takes a good pounding, her tits bouncier than ever as you relentlessly attack her cunt. Even after her father stretched it out, it's still the same tight pussy that made you fall in love with her. "Fuck me, fuck, me, fuck me," Somi moans as her body shakes, you are barely able to hear her moans as she chokes on her dad's cock.

Somi's dad gropes her tits as he fucks her face, you still pounding her pussy as Somi gets spit-roasted hard. You open her legs further, her pussy turning into a fleshlight for your cock while her father grabs her tits, bringing them together and sucking her big pair of milky udders. "FUCK," Somi screams as she gets overwhelmed by her dad licking her nipples and your hard thrusts in her cunt.

"AHHHHH, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," Somi screams, her father licking her tits harder than ever, you plowing her cunt harder than ever. "We're just starting, you fucking slut," you tell her, your thrusts making loud noise hitting her hot tall body, her father now with his face completely buried between her big boobs. "OHH, OHHH, OHHHH," Somi moans. "Bounce those boobs for your boyfriend," her father says, watching his daughter get turned into your cocksleeve.

You keep fucking Somi hard, fingering her pussy as her father slapes and worships her tits. "AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH," she moans, kissing her dad which only makes you push harder into her pussy, spitting on her body and massaging her cunt with both your hands and your cock, making her boobs bounce harder at each thrust you give her.

"Good girl," Somi's father tells her as she chokes on his cock. "Oh it feels so good, don't stop fucking my pussy," she tells you in between kisses from her father. "Bounce those tiddies," he commands again, sucking Somi's jiggling udders as you keep pounding her tight wasian cunt. "YEAH, YEAH, AHHHH," she moans as you clap her cheeks hard, Somi quickly loses her breath.

"Lemme get her," Somi's father tells you as he tosses her daughter's hot body into the main couch, putting both of them sideways as he slides inside her pussy. "Hmmm yeah," Somi moans as she presses her tits, you quickly come to stuff her mouth. "Oh baby, your pussy is so tight," her dad says as he grabs her waist and starts thrusting inside Somi's fuckhole.

Somi grabs her tits, preventing them from bouncing as you fuck her face and her dad fucks her pussy in perfect sync. She looks at you as you smile at her, loving to see your girlfriend turned into a bimbo. "Your father was right, you are just a bunch of tits on a stick," you tell her.

Somi's dad continues the destruction of her daughter's cunt, pushing her legs up as she thrusts hard inside her, pushing her to choke on your cock while doing so. "OH FUCK YES YES YES" Somi moans as her dad reaches from behind to grope her big tits, loud clapping sounds come out of his thrusts into his daughter's pussy.

"AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHHH," Somi moans loudly as her dad picks up the speed, you also increase the speed and fucking her face hard. "Open your mouth," you tell her, spitting on it before sliding your cock back in. "Fucking stupid bimbo," you talk dirty with her, just as her father attacks her pussy even harder. "YES DAD, DESTROY MY FUCKING PUSSY," Somi begs as her dad's balls clap hard against her clit.

Somi's dad stops the pounding as he dives to eat out his daughter's stretched-out cunt. Somi tries to breathe but you quickly shut her mouth, fucking her face as you play with her tits, before letting her freely moan and grinding her hips in her father's mouth. "Such a hungry slut," you tell her as Somi gets back to being spit roasted, her face covered in saliva as her father drills her from behind and gropes her tits. "YES, YES, YES, AHHHH," Somi moans, her father spanking her ass.

"Turn around," you tell Somi as her dad lets you take your turn fucking his daughter. Somi soon was bouncing on your cock, her big tits jiggling in front of her father as he looked at his slutty daughter work on your big cock, riding it to perfection as you reached to grope her boobs.

As soon as Somi started moaning a little louder, her dad shut her mouth with his big cock, Somi now moving her hips even harder up and down your cock. You met her move with hard thursts and some slapping in her tits. "AHHHH FUCK," Somi screamed as you pumped her cunt up, her father now diving to suck her boobs while she got pounded hard. "FUCK, YEAH, YEAH," Somi moaned, riding you even harder, you quickly countered by fingering her pussy.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," Somi moaned as she looked like a complete slut in front of her father, her big tits bouncing more than ever while her dad punished her by slapping his hard cock in her milky udders. "My fucking bimbo slutty daughter likes her boyfriend's big cock a little too much for my taste," he said.

"Damn Somi, you're so hot, my best creation," her father told her, slapping her thighs and telling her to sit on his cock next. "OH MY GOD," Somi moaned as she grinded on his dick while sucking yours, her father making her big tits bounce from the get-go as he thrust into her while you shoved your cock down her throat. "Take it all," her father commanded as Somi gagged on your cock while he groped her tits.

"FUCK ME, DADDY, FUCK ME, FUCK ME," Somi screamed as she kept getting drilled by her father. You two kept passing her around, as after a short but rough pounding session, her father quickly handed your girlfriend back to you, ordering Somi to get on all fours as you took her from behind next. You grabbed her waist and got back to fuck Somi harder than ever. "OHHHHH," she moaned.

Somi's father lay on the couch, enjoying his daughter's bouncy boobs hitting his face as you thrust deeper and deeper inside her pussy. "OH MY GOD," Somi screamed as you spanked her ass and your cock hit her deep in her cervix, her father making motorboating sounds between her big boobs. "FUCK YES, YES, YES," Somi screamed as you pounded her so hard you knocked the air out of her.

You kept pounding Somi nonstop, her father jerking his cock off while Somi's big tits hit his face. You couldn't stop using your girlfriend's tight pussy, getting heavily turned on the more you fucked Somi in front of her father. "OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK," she kept moaning as you showed no signs of slowing down, clapping your balls hard against her clit.

"Please, Dad, let me suck your cock," Somi begged as you pounded her hard, driving her head against her dad's cock as she performed a family 69 with him while you kept pumping her cunt furiously, watching Somi's moans get muffled by her dad's dick. "AHHH, AHHH, AHHHH," Somi moaned as you drilled her so hard she couldn't hold her father's cock in her mouth.

"Stroke those dicks," you ordered to Somi as you took a break, her taking turns bobbing her head in your cock and her father's, getting both of them harder for the next rounds. "Such a nasty bimbo," her father told her as Somi sucked his dick.

"Let me fuck those big tits," you ordered to Somi, getting on top of her and banging Somi's big boobs really hard. "Is that what you like, you fucking slut? Getting those big fucking tits banged in front of your father?" you ask her as you squeeze her tits in your cock and pound them, her father fucking her face as Somi's head falls down the pouf while she gets spit-roasted.

"This is the only thing those big fucking tits are worth, being a sleeve for my fucking cock," you tell Somi as she now jerks her father's cock and sucks his balls, smiling with you like a dirty whore as you slap your cock in her boobs. "Gag in that fucking dick," her father commands, you fucking her tits and him fucking her face at perfect sync, treating Somi like what she truly is, nothing but tits on a stick.

You move down back inside Somi's pussy as her father continues to pound her face. Your thursts are still very intense, her father massaging Somi's boobs while you spread her legs. "OH FUCK, YES, YES, OH FUCK I LOVE THAT," Somi monas as she gets drilled, completely spit roasted in the middle of two hungry cocks. You finger her pussy while her father sucks her boobs. "OH MY GOD," Somi moans as she squirts a little, unable to cope with the pressure you two put in her erogenous zones.

"OH FUCK, AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHHH, OH MY GOD, AHHHH, YEAHHH," Somi moans as you finger and spit all over her pussy, her dad kissing and worshipping her big boobs. You put her under a mating press, her dad leaving you all by yourself as you destroy his daughter's cunt in an intense one-on-one. "I see that's what she likes," he says. "AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH, "Somi moans out of breath.

Somi's dad can't resist the urge and quickly shoves his cock back in his daughter's mouth, fucking it at a straight angle, his ass almost hitting Somi's doll face while you keep obliterating your girlfriend's needy cunt. "Fucking slut spitting all over my cock, looks how much she loves being spit-roasted," her dad says, spitting on her tits and sucking them again as he finishes fucking her face.

You and Somi's dad team up on her big tits, one sucking each of her udders. Somi grabs your head, pushing you in the direction of her left boobs, moaning softly as both of you worship her boobs and lick her erect nipples. "Taste your pussy, suck his dick," her dad commands as Somi raises her head in the direction of your cock to taste her juices. "OHHHH," Somi moans but it gets muffled in your dick as her father comes from behind to shove his cock back in his daughter's cunt.

"Come on baby girl, suck his dick," her father commands as he thrusts into her pussy, you grabbing Somi's head and pushing your cock towards it. "You look so sexy," her father says as his thrusts make Somi's hot body bounce, saliva falling all over her tits as she now dives into your balls with her father pounding her hard. "So fucking good, choke on his dick," her father commands, gagging sounds coming out of Somi's mouth as she does just that.

Somi looks into your eyes as you sit on the floor, letting her choke on your cock as you thrust up to her face while her father thrusts down into her cunt in a prone bone position. "Such a hungry cock slut," her father says as Somi gets sandwiched between both your cocks. "Yes, yes," her father groans as Somi gets her face down and ass up like the good slut she is, taking both your cock in her holes as deep as possible.

Somi gags on your cock as she deepthroats it. "You got it quite wet, now sit on his cock," her dad commands as he leaves the scene a bit, Somi moving towards your body on the floor and impaling herself on your big pole, bouncing her hips on it and giving you a naughty stare as soon as she starts feeling it reach deep in her pussy. "OHH FUCKKK," Somi moans, you give her ass a little spank and thrusts upwards. "Take that cock, you fucking bitch," you tell her, Somi's father back to spit roast her while her big tits keep doing what they do best: bounce, bounce and bounce.

A string of saliva comes out of Somi's mouth as she chokes on her dad's cock. "YEAHHHH," she moans, elated as you keep pounding her tight pussy nonstop, her father slapping her bouncy boobs as Somi looks sexily at him, both of them kissing each other before she drops down to kiss you.

Somi crawls over the room, you grabbing her head and shoving your cock deep in her mouth for her to taste her pussy one more time. "She's still hungry," you say as Somi deepthroats it enthusiastically. "Ohhh," you groan as she does so.

"You want more?" you ask your girlfriend. "Yeah," Somi answers with a soft, baby-esque voice. "Yeah?" you ask her, Somi getting your cock further wet with another deepthroat. "Then get your face down and ass up," you tell her.

Somi does as you ask, her messy hair covering her pretty face as your cock penetrates her pussy once again. Somi's father takes a backseat, enjoying his daughter getting pounded as you spank her butt. "Spread that ass for me, you fucking slut," you tell Somi, using all your strength to destroy her pussy. "OH YES, YES, MAKE ME CUM, MAKE ME CUM," Somi begs as you turn her into a fleshlight, her pussy sore after so much pounding.

"Work this fucking cock," you tell Somi as she spins on your dick, giving you a big smile. "I"m the perfect slutty girlfriend, ain't I?" she asks you, moving her hips against your crotch. But as soon as you two start having more fun, Somi's dad suddenly intervenes.

"Lemme shows how to fuck a slut properly," Somi's dad says as he grabs his daughter's body into the couch, placing her under a full nelson as he destroys Somi's pussy as hard as possible. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," Somi screams as her father drills her cunt and gropes her big tits. "Take that cock you fucking slut," he tells her, fingering her pussy and then pressing her big tits against each other while she clings to your cock in her mouth.

"OH FUCK THAT FEELS GOOD," Somi moans as she keeps getting plowed by her dad. You feel a little jealous, watching her father imprint the shape of his cock in your girlfriend's cunt at crazy speeds. "YES, YES, YES, YES, AHHHH, OH FUCK," Somi moans as her body gets turned into a fleshlight.

"Suck your juices, nasty slut, like that," Somi's father tells her as she throats his cock. Taking advantage of her weakness, you two team up on her to use Somi further, her father pumping his cock up her mouth while you take her pussy from behind, seizing the opportunity as Somi gets on all fours.

You two pump Somi in perfect sync once again, the big tit bimbo getting stuffed hard in her mouth and her cunt, gagging all over her dad's cock while her ass recoils with your hard thrusts. "Yes baby, gag on that cock, oh my god, such a good slut," her dad tells her as Somi bobs her head on his dick. "Oh fuck," he groans while you spank her ass and run your hands all over her body.

"I want to see him cumming on you, two lovebirds enjoying themselves until they burst," Somi's dad says as she hands his daughter to you, Somi lying on the couch as you take her in a missionary position, her dad jerking his cock off in enjoyment. "Come on Somi, show me how much you like being a bimbo for your boyfriend," her father says.

You fuck Somi and make her big tits bounce one last time, her father jerking off to the scene of his daughter getting destroyed, you fingering her cunt to the rhythm of the jiggle of Somi's boobs. Your balls clap hard against her skin, Somi looking at you with needy eyes and fingering herself. "Do you want our cum?" you ask her. "Yes, please, give it all to me, OH FUCK," she moans as you relentlessly attack her pussy.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, YES, YES, YES," Somi moans as you hit her deep in her pussy, her father strokes his cock harder and harder. "Oh yeah you're gonna make me cum baby," he tells her. "Oh yes cum for me, daddy," Somi legs.

"I'm gonna cum, HOLY FUCK," Somi's father groans as he ejaculates on his daughter's left boob. "Holy fuck, that's so much cum," he groans as he covers Somi's boob full of his seeds. Watching her boobs covered with cum makes you push extra hard, you drilling her harder than ever. "Cum in her too," her father tells you.

"OH FUCK, OHHHHH," you loudly groan as Somi brings her boobs together. You shoot a massive load in her right tit, some of it spilling to her face and her midriff as she gets covered by both yours and her dad's love custard. Somi smiles, enjoying draining the balls of both guys, looking at you with sexy eyes as she milks the last few drops from your cock, rubbing the cum all over her body in front of you.

"I'll be upstairs if you need me," Somi's dad says. You and her stay in the room, contemplating the full moon whose lights bathes the room. But as things cool off, Somi starts feeling a little insecure.

"I don't think he's fully convinced yet," she tells you.

"Then what can we do?" you ask her.

"I have a last card in my hands, come with me" she answers.

You follow Somi as she climbs upstairs in the direction of her dad's bedroom. She notices some moaning sounds come out of it, looking through the keyhole and watching her dad masturbate himself to a porn movie with a tall girl with big tits serving two cocks, before opening the door and catching him red-handed.

"Oh hi Somi, what do you need?" her father asks, quickly switching the TV channel and acting like nothing happened.

Somi then pulls out her final card.

"I need you to stuff both those cocks in my pussy at the same time," she says.

"Alright, come here, just keep in mind I won't take it easy on you," her father says

"That's exactly how I want it, stretch my pussy until it's sore, I want both of you cumming inside me at the same time," Somi answers.

Soon, both of your cocks are in her pussy, and Somi is screaming.

"FUCKKKKKKKK," she yells as her cunt gets stretched out.

"Don't back off, let us fill your pussy and I'll let you marry him," her father tells her.

And this is how Somi's night ends, trading off a sore cum-filled pussy for a wedding ring.

[plutodexay]

Thunderbolts* Headcannons

Them asking you out on a date and how they would go about doing it!

Includes Bucky, Ava, Walker, Yelana, and Bob! In that order

⋆˙⟡Bucky⟡˙⋆

He would be awkward but weridly confident. Like he would need to pysch himself up in the corner before walking over to you but would also have the idea that theres no universe in which you'll say no to him.

Its not the most romantic thing, he didn't bring flowers or a gift but he has that old timey mindset of how to do these things and that comes heavily into play.

"Would you like to go to dinner with me?" Bucky asked, a smirk on his face that for once showed no malice.

"Dinner?" You could feel your eyebrows furrowing at the simple question. Bucky was mostly distant with you, making this honestly a somewhat scary situation, but also an exciting one.

"I like you." His hand reached out to grab yours, the warm skin a contrast from what you'd expected. "And I would like to treat you to a nice evening if you'd let me." Emphasizing his words by bringing your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss into the back of it. You knew what your answer was.

⋆˙⟡Ava⟡˙⋆

Something tells me she'd be waiting for you to ask her first, like she would be secretly staring at you and trying to egg on conversations that could potentially lead to the two of you being alone together.

If she did end up asking first, it would be out of despration or a slight outburst in the middle of a conversation. Asking is hard but she also doesn't want to risk you getting with someone else or leaving.

"I mean I have the reservation, I'll probably just ask some random tinder match to go with me ya know?" Yelena laughed along with you at your words, the topic of this stupid gifted reservation on valentines day driving you insane.

"Could take me." Ava muttered, face strained in annoyance as she stood by the both of you.

"Sorry say that again?" You asked, trying to make sure you heard her right, and you really hoped you did.

"Take me." Ava said louder this time, a tone of anger in her voice. "I'm right here, more than willing to have all the cringe romance shit you could just take me."

"I'd love to." Her face turned to one of pure shock, matching Yelenas similar expression. "You'd be the perfect date."

⋆˙⟡Walker⟡˙⋆ (Im still in the constant changing opinion of this man but I am a women of giving daydream ideas to people so enjoy)

I don't even think he asks. He's full of that surface level confidence that slowly fades the more comfortable he gets around you. His pride is intense so he just doesn't ask, he tells you.

Even with this he'll get visbily excited when you don't say no. He has an extra kick in his step when he walks away from you after it. You can't point it out until much later in the relationship which by then he'll admit to rehearsing it all in a mirror the nigth before.

"You me the park at 7pm tomorrow." John said as he walked up to you, no hello's or anything else.

"Oh yea?" You chuckled as you watched his smirk faulter at your pushback for just a moment.

"Yea, you have a problem with that." He took a step closer, keeping eye contact with you seemingly attempting to challenge you to push him furhter. You weren't going to, you knew that but the fact that he did not for these few seconds made it much more fun for you.

"I'll be there." You broke the silence, and all you got was a nod from him as he turned to walk away, watching as he walked as if he'd had multiple shots of expresso hilariously.

⋆˙⟡Yelena⟡˙⋆

Oh so stereotypical for some reason. Once she knows she wants you she will be getting you and that is the end of the discussion. She'd ask you while handing you a huge bouquet of your favorite flowers wrapped in perfectly tied ribbon.

It'll be done in private to, a timed place where nobody could dare to interupt. She wants it to be perfect even if its just a first date and she will make it painfully so. She won't have anything planned for the actual date though, wanting to get your opinion on it before hand.

"Is there any reason why we're out here?" You said aloud, looking around the quiet park. This specific spot you were in had nobody running around it, you could hear the rest of them off in the distance yet here and now it was just you two.

"I wanted peace and quiet so I could ask you." Yelena's tone was serious but her face gave off hints of excitment. You watched as she ducked below the bench to pull out of bundle of flowers. "For you." She extended the flowers towards you, waiting with a smile until you grabbed them.

"Why?" You could feel the confusion on your face as you switched focus between the flowers and her.

"I would like to take you out on a date if you'd let me." Now she was nervous, you could hear it but god was it endearing.

"Please do."

⋆˙⟡Bob⟡˙⋆

Sleepily, its the only time he has enough confidence. You two would be resting in the common space after a mission, everyone else had left to go to their own rooms but you two always watched something before doing so.

He'd be half asleep bundled under a big blanket on the couch next to you when he'd ask. Saying he'd been thinking about it for ages and would really like to start sharing couches. Falls asleep the moment you agree but thankfully remembers in the morning.

"We should share a couch one day." Bob mumbled, words coming out at the right commercial break.

"Yea?" You chuckled, pushing your own blankets down enough to get a view of his red but bundled face in the tv's light.

"Mhm." He hummed, eyes closed and shifting further down into the cushions. "If we go out on a date we could do it." A smile grew on his face, imagining that scenario.

"I'd like that." You responded, watching him grin adorbly. "If you'd like." You added, knowing his tired mind races from him often enough that it can and has become an issue.

"Zoo date?" He whispered, prying his eyes open to look at you with baited breath for a response that wouldn't ruin the moment.

"Zoo date."

[felixbit]

up all night

pairing: bang chan x gn!reader w. 3.9k genre: shameless smut summary: chan is in the studio working late, stressed about a deadline and pushed to his limit. you convince him to take his mind off work. warnings: reader has somewhat implied afab anatomy but no gendered terms/pronouns are used. petnames used: baby, love, honey a/n: making my smut debut with chan! written for the best person ever

As of late, Chan has been in the studio far more often than you'd like.

You knew he was a workaholic when you got into the relationship. He cared about his career, music, and group so much he'd push himself to the brink. He wrote, composed, and produced all of his own music and wouldn't have it any other way. If he wanted success, he needed to make it himself.

It came at a cost, though. You saw the way his mental health would deteriorate around the time of deadlines. He'd spend almost entire days in the studio, perfecting every last word and beat. You watched as he shaped this music from his hands, sculpting them to smooth out every edge and imperfection.

Even Chan was far too aware how bad it was for himself. You'd try to find ways for him to take breaks, always bringing him food and water to keep him going. He'd thank you in a million ways, with words and fond touches but it ended in him going back to work.

When he finally was home, he returned to the kind and gentle boyfriend you knew him to be. Holding you as you fell asleep and buying your order at the local coffee shop before you woke up. He'd make you breakfast in bed when he had the time, writing love notes whenever he had to leave before you woke up.

As it always happened, a new deadline was approaching. Chan often slipped out after schedules to the studio and worked himself down to the bone. You tried your hardest to spend as much time in there with him, even if it was just laying on the couch scrolling your feed. Every little thing helped.

That night, you'd ordered him some takeout but it was eaten long ago. The time on your phone showed it was half past three in the morning and Chan was at it in earnest. Headphones on, replaying samples and tweaking sounds.

You looked over from your phone when you heard him swear under his breath and take his headphones off. Chan let out a long sigh and covered his face with his hands for a moment before looking back down at his work.

"It- it just won't sound like I need it to. It's not right, it's.." Chan rambled into the air.

You got up from the couch and walked behind his chair, putting your hands on his broad shoulders and massaging them with your fingers. "I know, Channie. Is there anything I can do to help you right now?"

"No, I'm sorry," Chan let out a long sigh and smiled up at you weakly, "You being here is enough."

You felt a stirring in your stomach at the sentiment, but you wouldn't give up that easily. "I can't just let you suffer alone here. Do you want to take a break or wrap up for the night?"

"I won't remember how I want it tomorrow. If I give up on this now, there's a chance I never fix it and it goes out sounding wrong. I can't do that."

"Chris," You stopped massaging his shoulders to turn his chair around, looking down at him, "I know you want it perfect. Write it down on a sticky note what you want and take a break. It's gonna be four soon and I'm not letting you spend another all nighter here."

Chan looked up at you curiously before deflating back in his chair. "I mean- are you sure? If I forget, it's gonna be noticeable, and-"

"I'll remind you. I'll put it in my phone and tell you exactly what you need to fix. Here, tell me what it is and I'll write it down. Got it?"

Chan paused for a moment before nodding, allowing you to open your phone before speaking. He gave you the exact timestamps of the song and the strange producer jargon that you couldn't quite make sense of. You wrote it down word-for-word just as he needed it.

"There, it's in here for you later," You recited it back to him and he gave a confirmatory nod, "You're all set for tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? I can't be done for the night, there's too much to work on and not enough time. I'm sorry, just another hour. Please?"

You shook your head and set your phone down on the table before sliding into his lap, straddling him in the chair. "You're not working another second on those songs tonight, Chris."

Chan looked up at you a little stunned before a sly smirk crossed his face. "Baby, you know that's not fair to me. I need to work and you're doing something dangerously distracting."

"What are you going to do, then?" You replied back, unable to hold back a grin, "You gonna remove me from your lap to do some boring work instead?"

You could see Chan chew on the inside of his cheek before sighing. "It's not boring, and I really should get back to it.."

"Then you're going to have to remove me yourself, because I'm not moving."

Chan let out a dramatic sigh before his hands moved up the outside of your thighs, resting right next to your hips. "You know damn well I'm not going to do that."

"And why's that, Channie?"

His hands moved over your thighs, giving a light squeeze. "God, you're driving me insane. Coming into the studio every night and making yourself useful at every opportunity.. I wanted so bad to stop just to make you feel good. You deserve that, instead of me working the whole day."

"Your opportunity has finally come, I'm all yours if you want me right now."

Chan chuckled, "You could ask me that a thousand times and I could never say no."

You leaned in to his ear and whispered, "Then make your move."

There was a moment of silence before Chan pulled you in for a kiss, messy and rushed. His hands were all over your thighs, waist, back. He couldn't pick a spot and stick to it, deciding instead everywhere needed to be felt over.

You tried to keep things centered, your arms wrapped around the back of his neck. One of your hands played with the curls growing on the back of his head, enjoying the soft feeling through your fingers. It was the only thing keeping you sane.

His hands finally found a place to reside when he hooked them on the hem of your pants, giving light tugs as you felt him squirming under you. Pulling away from the kiss with a grin, you looked down at Chan and his flushed appearance. "So eager.."

"Can you blame me? Now stand up and help me get those off," Chan demanded with a rushed voice, helping get you to your feet as he followed in your footsteps. His usually deft hands were fumbling as he desperately pulled your pants off of you and discarded them to the floor.

Watching him undo his own sweatpants like a madman had you giggling at the sight. "You go one week without any action, and this is how desperate you get?"

"I'm a starved man, honey," Chan's face was red and already had sweat on his brow, "I can't wait any longer, not after all that teasing."

"Teasing? What-"

"Get on the damn couch."

That much was enough to have you laying down on the couch without hesitating. His sweatpants joined yours on the floor, showing off the black boxers he was sporting underneath. A quick glance showed he was pitching an obvious tent.

Although as quick as you were, Chan caught you looking. He raised his brows and laughed, "And I'm the eager one here?"

"You are the eager one here, hardly put your hands on me and you're giving those boxers a run for their money," You responded with your own laugh.

"You little.." Chan shook his head and leaned over you, putting his weight on one forearm on the couch as he kissed you once more. Instead of the fast and desperate pace he had set before, Chan was far slower and delicate. It was almost infuriatingly slow.

You couldn't show how much you wanted him to go faster, that would only prove his point. Instead, he was slowly breaking you down by the second, one arm stabilizing himself and the other hand on your neck, softly stroking your jaw with his thumb.

The waiting game paid off when Chan suddenly took your bottom lip between his teeth, giving it a small tug before he pulled away. "I can't keep this up. You win. Damn you, I'm eager."

There wasn't time for any words to respond before Chan was back where he was before, sloppy and fast. He kissed down your neck, excessive in his biting and sucking at the sensitive skin. Not expecting it, a sound broke its way out of you.

You did your best not to give in to the rest of his harsh and aggressive kisses down your neck. After a week of downtime, he was making up for it in marking your neck as his own. Nobody was going to know who the perpetrator of the hickeys were later (other than the upset staff), but it was the idea that mattered.

There were bigger problems actively stealing your attention. Namely, the small amount of friction made with him moving ever-so-slightly between your legs. It was easy to ignore at first, but the neck kisses were causing the pleasure parts of your brain to kick into high gear.

With one harsher movement than the rest, you were unable to bite back a small, unfiltered sound that escaped you. Chan broke contact with your red and bruising skin to look up with a grin on his face.

"What was that, love?" Chan's tone was starkly different than before, far more teasing and with a dark edge to his voice that you only recognized coming out in bed.

Attempts to take his attention off of it failed and you were forced to fess up in the moment. "You have to stop moving like that, it's driving me crazy."

"Moving like what?" Chan shifted his legs, slotting his thigh directly between yours and pressing firmly against you. This elicited a frustrated sigh, the feeling too strong to push away.

Upon no immediate response, Chan pushed his thigh forward and forced a fuller, more in-tact moan out of you. "Fine, fine- that. Putting your thigh between my legs. That's the thing that's driving me crazy."

"There you go," Chan's words were sickly doting in a way that made you break at the seams, "What do you want instead?"

With his thigh slotted firmly between your own, finding coherent strings of words was difficult. "Just.. get this underwear off me and use your fingers instead."

Chan smiled, clearly pleased with your answer. He moved his leg out from between yours, relieving the pressure and allowing you to breathe. He sat back on his legs as he removed the last layer of clothing from below your waist, tossing it to the growing pile on the floor.

He nudged himself closer, Chan's hand finding its way to where his thigh was once situated before. His middle finger teased you with a circular motion around your entrance, so close to where you needed it most.

"Chan." You demanded, shooting him a glare.

"Okay, okay. Just admiring how worked up I've got you," Chan smirked before his finger pushed inside, slowly filling you up and drawing out a long sigh. He worked slowly yet decisively, knowing exactly how you like it.

That was one of the things you loved about Chan: he knew your body like the back of his hand. Where you were most sensitive, what drove you wild, how rough you liked him to get. He could push your buttons perfectly, string you up in his words until you were tied up into a nice present for him.

Before you could process the first, Chan had already added a second finger and was growing more confident. He worked his fingers in and out in a steady rhythm, not slow enough to leave you wanting more nor fast enough to want to slow down.

"That good, baby?" Chan's eyes met yours, and you saw a different side of him for a moment. The way he sought your approval and made sure everything was right had your heart melting. He had confidence in his abilities, but occasionally needed reassurance.

You nodded eagerly, on the cusp of desperation. "It's good, Channie, you're doing so good," You said between soft moans as his fingers pumped deep, feeling him tease a third and giving him a nod.

The third was always a stretch that had you biting back whines in conjunction to moans, but the feeling was too good to beat. The feeling of being full, on his fingers or otherwise, was what drove you wild.

He kissed you once more, slow and tender as his fingers continued to work. It was hard to keep properly connected, devolving into moaning against his lips with small kisses in between.

"Chris," You said, "Can't wait any longer. Need to have you inside, baby."

Instead of his usual entourage of teasing questions, Chan nodded. He made quick work of his boxers, tossing them haphazardly towards the pile as he moved back to you. He was painfully hard, already leaky and worked up.

"Can I?" He looked down for your reassurance, which came with a nod as he lined himself up. His hips moved forward slowly, feeling him filling you up more by the second. It always took a second to adjust to the size, catching your breath as he bottomed out and waited for your signal.

When you gave him the go-ahead, Chan couldn't help but begin a slow and steady pace. He knew better than to go fast right off the bat- he was a lot to handle. But you could hear him whining softly over top of you and knew he was desperate.

Looking up at him, you cupped his face and pulled him in for a quick kiss. "You can go faster, Chris. You won't hurt me."

You heard Chan let out a breathy laugh before his thrusts grew harsher. Instead of the slow, fluid motion of before; he was faster, precise. Every movement had purpose, each angled just right and hitting the sweet spot.

The sudden adjustment had you whining and letting out louder moans, unable to properly cope. It was overwhelming how good he was at it. All you could do was wrap your hands around the back of his shirt and claw at it helplessly as he had his way.

The fabric getting in the way of your fingers on his skin was beginning to frustrate you. "Off," You managed to get out, "Shirt- off."

Chan grinned, sitting up for a moment and slowing down to a snail's pace to pull his black t-shirt over his head and discard it. You reached up, dragging a hand down his chest and over his abs. Every muscle was yours to touch, to claim.

"You like what you see?" Chan said with a laugh.

Deadpanning, you shook your head. "Shut up."

In a second, he was back over top of you and his pace was back with a new force he didn't have before. It was often he was without clothes, but you weren't under the impression a shirt would be the thing holding him back. Either way, you relished in the fact his back was open to you.

Your nails dug in to his tanned skin, dragging along as he fucked into you steadily. You could hear him sucking air in between his teeth followed by his soft moans. He was always one to endure a little pain.

An idea popped into your head when you thought of before, sitting in the chair in his lap. "Chris, stop for a sec." He immediately halted all movements, looking down at you to make sure everything was alright. "Sit normally, facing the booth."

Chan looked at you perplexed for a moment, but pulled away. He did exactly as you told him to, sitting with his legs spread facing the booth he was just sitting in front of not twenty minutes ago. "What are you planning?" He asked.

You sat up and climbed over to him, straddling his waist with your legs and feeling him hard underneath you. "What I wanted to do to you when I was in your lap earlier."

The realization slowly filled his eyes and a knowing smile returned to his face as he sat back, leaning against the black couch cushion behind him. "Go right ahead."

"If you make me do all the work, we're going to have problems," You glared at him as your hand guided his cock, slowly sinking down on it with a sigh.

Chan's large hands wrapped around your waist, slowly guiding you as you moved up and down. Riding wasn't always the easiest job, and it definitely took some getting used to at the start. Your thighs were slowly building up muscle from the practice.

"God, you're so pretty like that," Chan's voice pulled you from your thoughts, looking down at him to see him smiling up at you. His face was pink and he almost had stars in his eyes.

Seeing just how infatuated he was made your heart race and your face flush, almost forgetting to continue to move. "You're pretty, too."

Your hands were situated on his shoulders to keep steady, but one dragged down and you couldn't resist feeling up his chest a bit. Chan looked up at you smirking again. "Do you ever keep your hands off those?"

Snickering, you pushed down a little harder to see him whine and catch his breath before you responded, "If you're going to keep your clothes off all the time, I'm going to feel up the assets you work so hard on."

"Why do you insist on teasing me all the time? You know what happens when you do that," Chan had a dark look in his eyes that you knew far too well.

Shrugging, you moved your hand up to run through his hair. "Did you ever consider I might like what happens when I tease you?"

"So be it."

Without hesitation, you felt Chan's grip around your waist suddenly tighten. You leaned forward instinctively, both of your hands secured around his shoulders.

He began to thrust up into erratically, fast and without caution or precision. The sound of your skin connecting was obscene, thanking the amount of soundproofing around you as a chorus of moans spilled out of you. Every movement had him deep inside you as you attempted to roll your hips along with him.

"Fuck, Chris," You whined, his pace unrelenting and seeming like he wasn't going to let up any time soon, "Close."

There was a distinctive feeling growing, one you knew too well. The amount of pleasure from every movement was rapidly growing as your body was being overwhelmed. Chan heard you, but didn't stop for a moment. It was almost if it was a sign for him to fuck you faster.

Either way, you were tipping over the edge before you had time to process it, spasming around him as you let you a whorish moan. He slowed down, letting you ride out the high. "That's it, baby," He coaxed, "You got it."

Just as you settled down, you felt him start to work himself into a moderate pace again. Your legs felt shot from your energy levels dipping so you asked, "Do you want to me to move, baby? I don't think I have much in me to keep going right here."

"If it's not comfortable to be right there, of course we can move," Chan said with a smile as he allowed you to reposition to pretty much the same spot you were in before. You laid on your back, Chan coming back over top of you. "That better?"

"Much better," You said with a nod as he went back to the pace he had set before. It wasn't as rough as before your orgasm, but steady enough to keep you whining and your brain somewhat fogged up from the constant pleasure.

Meanwhile, you could see Chan was already getting worked up. His face was redder than usual, his eyes trained on one spot, breathing hard as he kept the effort going to thrust his hips in one continuous pace.

His deep groans and whines had begun to turn into full-fledged moans and swears under his breath. His hands eagerly gripped and kneaded at your waist, seeming like he might accidentally bruise the skin. You were about to open your mouth when he said something.

"Honey, I-" Chan was cut off by his own faltered moan, "I'm close, so fucking close."

You pulled him down to kiss him briefly, keeping his face inches from yours as he continued to erratically thrust. "You don't have to wait, cum for me."

Chan nodded vigorously, his hips snapping back and forth at a speed that had you holding onto the couch for dear life, hearing him let out strained moans and teary-eyed cries as he climbed closer and closer to the top.

All of the sudden, he pushed deep inside you, letting out a gasp and a whine as you felt him come deep inside. His hips stuttered as he slowly rocked them, riding out the high. "Oh my god, that.. that was amazing."

Allowing him a moment to catch his breath, you smiled up at him and gave him another quick kiss. "I've missed you, Chris. I've missed this," You admitted after another silent pause.

Chan nodded, pressing his forehead against yours and sighed. He had finally mellowed out, still buried deep. "I've missed you, too. I'm sorry I haven't been able to do this with you and.. be a good boyfriend."

"No, you're okay. I know how much work matters to you and getting things right means that you see that success you've always wanted. I just always miss you in the times you're working, even if I'm in the same room as you."

"I just feel bad when you're here til way too late at night. Speaking of, what time is it?" Chan slowly pulled out, leaving his mess inside you as he quickly grabbed his phone from the floor, "Oh my god. It's half past four."

Your jaw dropped, standing up quickly as Chan hurried around the room to find something to help you clean up. He settled for his own black t-shirt, telling you he'd just go home shirtless if he had to. Of course it looked terribly stained when you had wiped yourself down, sighing while knowing it probably cost a crazy amount.

Digging through a closet, you found one of Chan's old jacket. Chan was standing shirtless and pacing with the rest of his own clothes on, the defiled shirt balled up in his hand.

"Channie, guess what I found?" You asked with a grin, hiding the jacket behind your back.

Chan looked at you with a nervous smile. "Is it something good? I'm just not super stoked to walk home shirtless at four in the morning.."

You tossed the jacket to him, Chan opting to drop the shirt in his hand before he caught it to not get the filth on it. He happily slid it over his shoulders and zipped it up all the way, picking up the soiled shirt once more.

"Shall we go?" Chan said as he double-checked his pockets and walked towards the studio door.

"We shall."

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Hello ♡

I was wondering if I could request boyfriend headcanon for Pau?

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Boyfriend Headcanon~Pau Cubarsi

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

・❥・a/n: I still have requests for Jamal Pedri and Gavi headcanon hehehe. I'm probably writing them tomorrow.

❖ bf! Pau is a blushy baby. Pau blushes so easily. Like, if you call him “handsome” or “my boy,” his ears go pink instantly. You love teasing him just to see that reaction; a hand under his chin, a soft “you’re so pretty,” and he’s ducking his head with a shy little smile, mumbling, “Stop…” (but secretly he loves it).

❖ bf! Pau is a fan of gentle touches and always asking first. He’s incredibly respectful with physical affection. He’ll always ask, “Can I kiss you?” even months into the relationship.

❖ bf! Pau keeps every little gift you give him. The little letter you sent him when you were away visitng your parents? It’s folded neatly in his wallet. The bracelet you made him on a random Tuesday? He never takes it off.

❖ bf! Pau always whispers your name like it’s sacred. He says your name so tenderly. Like he savors it, so soft usually under his breath when you’re cuddled on the couch or falling asleep on his chest. Sometimes it’s just a whisper between kisses a gentle reminder of the love he has for you.

❖ bf! Pau gets nervous around your friends. Even though he’s so composed on the pitch, when he met your friends for the first time, he’s the shyest thing ever. He stood behind you a little, offering quiet smiles, rubbing the back of his neck. But he really tries, because he wants them to like him. He’ll even ask you afterward, “Did I do okay?”

❖ bf! Pau is secretly obsessed with you but plays it cool (he always fails). He’ll act chill in public, but one compliment from you and he’s absolutely melting. He tries to play it off like, “Yeah, I missed you too,” but the way his cheeks flush says otherwise.

❖ bf! Pau gets flustered when you wear his stuff. You in his hoodie? That’s it. Game over. He stares like you just walked out of a dream, then tries to act normal. But you catch him smiling into his water bottle or fiddling with his rings just to distract himself when he looks away from you.

❖ bf! Pau sends you song at night. He’ll randomly send you soft acoustic songs before bed with a simple “this reminded me of you.” He won’t explain more, just leaves you melting, while he lies in bed blushing and hoping you liked it.

❖ bf! Pau kisses your hands when words fail to express his adoration. Whenever he’s overwhelmed or struggling to say how much he loves you, he takes your hand and kisses your knuckles softly. It’s his quiet way of saying “thank you for being here,” or “I love you so much. I don’t know what to do with it.”

❖ bf! Pau never shuts up about you to his family. You haven’t even met all of them yet, but they already know everything, “She loves strawberry ice cream,” “She’s studying so hard for her finals, I’m bringing her dinner,” “She gets cold easily, I need to bring her a scarf.” His mom tells you later, laughing, “He doesn’t stop talking about you, cariño.”

❖ bf! Pau has eyes that can never hide how deeply in love he is, and still falling even more. Even after months. You catch him looking at you with that soft smile like he’s still stunned by how lucky he is. He gets that dazed look whenever you’re laughing or talking excitedly about something you love. He doesn’t interrupt, just watches, so in awe, heart full.

❖ bf! Pau is the biggest gentleman. He was raised to be one, and he won't do anything less for you. Opening the door for you, paying for your dinner, helping you clasp your necklace. He believes it's the only way to treat any woman, especially you. The one he's deeply in love with.

❖ bf! Pau is the most loyal person you can meet. You see his loyalty for Barça? He's even more loyal to you. The way he sees his whole future with Barça is the same way he sees your relationship in the future. Forever and always.

❖ bf! Pau adores sleepovers with you. You always have something new planned for him when he comes and sleeps at your parents' house. It's either baking together, playing new card games, or having a movie marathon. He just loves spending time with you doing whatever, as long as he sees your smile and hears your laugh.

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housewife ♡ s.r. × reader

tags: fluff but there's maybe lowk a bit of angst in the beginning? idk but dw it's cute; husband!spencer, fem!reader, GIRLDAD!SPENCER they have a daughter who's named luna because of my bsf cough cough we don't talk about it; maybe probably ooc sorry

w/c: 1.3k

a/n: I hate this somehow more than the last one yay !! this is just a quick little thing I wrote a few days ago when I was bored in class so yeah it sucks sorry guys

“baby, i'm so so so sorry”

you don't even need to read any of the other fifteen messages spencer sent you to figure out what happened—it’s the third time this month.

“there were some problems with the paperwork from the case

i'll have to be home late

i'm so sorry, sweetheart

it won't happen again

i'll make it up to you, i swear”

among many other apologetic texts, all things he's told you an uncountable amount of times before.

you just reply with a that’s okay and start putting away the silverware and candles from the nice dinner you were trying to prepare. you put away the food after making yourself a plate, and you sit down on the sofa to eat while you stare at your phone screen, the messages he's sent.

you can't be mad at him. he warned you about his job before you got together, and you promised him you could handle it. you’d feel almost guilty if you were angry, as you know how important his job is, both to him and to the country. he's saving people's lives, getting rid of the bad guys, as he likes to tell your daughter. you can't be mad at him for working, not when that's what he does. but, god, were you upset.

he had promised to get home before the sunset, and it was now almost midnight. when you picked up your daughter from her grandparents’, where she had been staying to give you and spencer some alone time—if he had gotten home when you planned it—even though she begged to stay up for her dad, you had to put her to bed with the promise of seeing him tomorrow.

when he gets home and sees you doing the dishes from the dinner, he immediately walks up to you and hugs you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck, peppering soft kisses there.

“i'm so sorry, baby.”

you nod, repeating the words you've probably said the most ever since getting married: “it's okay.”

“it's not, though. i shouldn't be leaving you girls like this so often.”

you hum and stay quiet for a while, until you finish up the dishes and turn around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a smile. “it's okay, spence.”

“stop saying that, it's not okay. i haven't seen you and luna in what feels like forever, and when i get home, she's already asleep, and you're upset. it's terrible. you shouldn't be so accepting of that.”

“it's not your fault, honey, really. this is your job, i can’t blame you for doing it.”

“i could find a new job, then.”

you stare up at him silently, processing his words for a moment, not knowing whether he's joking or not. you want him to be, because otherwise, you'll let him do it, and you don't want to be the reason he leaves a group of people he loves so much.

“i’m serious. i could be a professor full-time. or stay at home, if you want to go back to work.” he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, smiling as he speaks in that dulcet tone.

“no, but you can't. you love it too much. you love the team too much.”

“i love you more, though”

you chuckle, shaking your head while you talk “it's like when house tried to quit being a doctor. he couldn't.”

“no, but i can. i really can. i’m willing to leave the team, they'll get it. i want to be a better husband and father, i don't… you know what happened to hotch and haley. i don't want you…” he can't even bring himself to say it. as he trails off, he shakes his head and squeezes his eyes shut, before looking back at you.

you stay quiet, your gaze falling from his eyes to a random spot behind him as you think of what to say. but when you hear the bedroom door creaking and soft footsteps, you both look at the hallway and see a tiny girl rubbing her eyes and mumbling sleepily.

“daddy?”

your tiny girl.

you smile and your arms fall from his neck, freeing him to go over to her. he lets go of you, albeit hesitantly, and takes her in his arms instead, twirling her around in the air as he gives her kisses.

“oh, my sweet girl, why aren't you asleep?” he asks with a chuckle as she wraps her arms around his neck and hides her face in his chest—hugging him similarly to how you were just seconds ago.

“i wanted to see you, daddy.” she mumbles, her tired voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt, making him look up at you with a pout like he hasn't seen the full extent of her cuteness many times before.

as he tries convincing her to go back to bed, he unknowingly and simultaneously convinces you it might not be that bad of an idea for him to leave the bau. seeing him tuck her into her bed like that made you wonder if he should ever be apart from her again.

so, as soon as you're alone again, this time after having showered and lied down, you gather up the courage to bring up the subject again.

“you're sure you want to quit?”

“yes.” he says with a certainty you'd never heard from him or anyone else before “yes, i'm so sure. i'd love to be able to spend more time with you and luna, to have dinner at home more than twice a week. i should've thought about it sooner, really.”

you hum and shuffle closer to him, tucking your face into the crook of his neck and whispering “okay.”

suddenly, you hear a weak knock on the door, and it's opened before either of you respond. luna walks in and stands in front of the bed, holding her stuffed giraffe to her heart and looking at you before speaking softly, “mommy... please, can i sleep with you tonight?”

“are you okay, baby?” you ask, a worried tone to your voice as you pull away from spencer to make space for her.

she crawls into bed, lying down between the two of you and wrapping her tiny arms around him, though they're too short to go fully around his torso, “i miss daddy.”

he chuckles and presses a kiss on her forehead, putting his arm out, where you lie your head. he brings his other hand to her back, rubbing circles on it and holding her close against his chest in order to get her to sleep, “i know, sweetie, i'm right here.”

soon enough, she's snoring.

after a long moment, you tilt up your head to check that spencer's still awake, and when you see his open eyes smiling at you, you whisper, “i'd love to go back to work.”

he lets out a breath, barely a chuckle as his hand around you starts running through your hair, “yeah?”

you hum with a nod, “mm-hmm. the bread making wife.”

he laughs at that, shaking his head, “yeah, i'd love to be your stay at home husband. if you'll have me as such.”

you giggle quietly and nuzzle your face into luna's hair. “would you wear a nice apron? like a proper housewife from the 1950s?” you ask after a beat, looking up at him through your lashes.

“do you want me to?”

you stop to think for a second, voice barely more than a shy whisper when you speak again, “kinda.”

“i will, then.”

and as soon as you go back to working, throughout a week of coming home to spencer making dinner while wearing an apron, you figure out why men like having their wives do it so much, and you almost stop hating that.

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Hi loves! Happy 2025 🥳 I know I’m two months late and I’ve been gone for way longer than I had expected, but I’m so happy to be back!! I hope everyone’s new year is going amazing!

Pile 1- The World, King of Wands, Eight of Cups and, Strength.

Hi pile 1!

So right off the bat I feel like your person is such a character! They don't like to be bored, very adventurous and free spirited. If you're a home body I'm not sure if you'd like this about them, but if you're someone that also loves a good adventure I see you two being partners in crime! Everyday is something new really, I think even days when you're both just chilling in the house they like to make it fun, there's always laughter in y'all's home.

So I see this being during a time in life together you're both financially stable, living together and the both of you just really love to live out your days to the fullest, enjoying life together, I hear you guys will always hear complaints from your friends and family how you're never around anymore because you're always on trips lol, living with this person is almost like a whole new world almost, you'll feel like nothing's impossible.

I feel like your person is very fiery, they like to charge through life with their head held high, very outspoken and would rather be a leader than a follower, they fight back, they're so loud too, they won't be ignored. You'll always see these things about them throughout life, you'll see how they love to take charge and stand ground, how they don't like to put up with anyone's bullshit.

I feel like for fun you two will do things kinda sketchy, like my cards show a person graffitiing on the wall, you two will do things for the adrenaline rush of not getting caught but even if you get caught that adds to the fun cause you'll just run away. This person could make you feel younger than you actually are, I just see lots of giggling and mischief, things you'd probably never even thought you'd do because you're like "nah I'm too reserved of a person" but this person will make you want to branch out of your comfort zone, they'll help you through every high and every low, they'll be your strength when you have none.

I feel like if you're someone that's like me and ALWAYS bored, you'll love this person because they're like how could you ever be bored of me? Even conversations with this person are crazy and wild because I don't really think they care for a filter, they seem to not really fear anything in life lol I love their energy, they'll totally rub off on you some of their fiery ways too, they like to see you strong and in your power.

I hope you enjoyed this reading, please leave a heart and reblog!! ♡

-Cupid 𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡ꗃ⋆࣪.

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Pile 2- Seven of Cups, Temperance, Nine of Cups and, Three of Swords.

Hi pile 2!!

So your future spouse and you will like to plan, I see you guys discussing everything first before you actually do it. You guys just might like feeling secure and safe, planning for the long run, but also being like "okay, so, what's for dinner tomorrow? Do I need to go to the store tomorrow morning?" That kinda energy in almost everything. You guys also like planning your alone time, you might be busy people so I see you two sitting down discussing your little get away from everyone and life temporarily.

Funny enough with the Temperance card here I think this person also likes to go with the flow, maybe this person loves days when you're both free from work or your schedule for long periods of time and can finally focus on each other.

I think during days like those your person will just love making their days about you, they feel kind of clingy and quality time is their love language tbh, they don't really care what you guys do as long as they're with you, they could just sit in silence with you. This person loves focusing on healing the both of you daily, they're really into health and fitness I think but also mental health as well, they're the type to make you a random snack when they've noticed you've skipped breakfast or haven't eaten in awhile, I think they really love taking care of themselves but you as well!

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-Cupid 𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡ꗃ⋆࣪.

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Pile 3- The World, Eight of Swords, The High Priestess, and Six of Coins.

Hi pile 3!

So starting off with The World card I have a very big feeling this is a very free flowing and creative pile! Maybe you do something creative for work, an influence online or something along the lines of that, or your future spouse could be! There’s a vibe here that you and your spouse might like to travel a lot, I feel like your life is a little less planned out, for example you guys might do lots of things out of the blue, random dates, going out shopping together but getting distracted and deciding to go out on a little dinner date at a new restaurant you two stumbled upon while shopping, that kind of unplanned/spontaneous energy.

I feel like your spouse is someone very supportive with the Eight of Swords here, I think in the future together you and your spouse will like to keep things light hearted, I’m hearing in the world we live in these days you and your spouse will try to not like this world break the two of you apart, change your character or value. You guys feel like a very positive couple, the kind to go donate to Charity, volunteer ect etc. Your spouse also likes to take of you! They’ll also be the shoulder you can cry on, they’ll want to make life easier for you too in this world we live in!

Your spouse will honor you, they’ll think and respect your home like a Kingdom, they’ll honor you and the ground you walk on, everyday! From the moment you open your eyes in bed, they’re the type to wake you up with breakfast in bed, except they’ll let you sleep in while they’ve been up for awhile cooking for you. So sweet! A real partnership💕

With the Six of Coins here I think your spouse might be wealthy or is destined for wealth, your spouse wants you to live a life with them where they can pamper you! If you want to be a stay at home parent they’ll support that (if not that’s okay too, they’ll support you working as well!) they’re just like that! They’ll support anything you do! I think this person wants to be so wealthy that they can make money in their sleep and can relax on vacation with you!

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[mirohlayo]

GIRLY GIRL : YOUR LANDO'S

LIPSTICK MARKS

( Lando is often your art painting, especially when it comes to kissing him )

warnings : none just fluff

note : I loved the first girly girl writing and I decided to turn it into a little series of girly girl things

word count : 934

You weren't really the type to wear lipstick. Well, it even made you wonder if you often wore makeup. But if there was one thing you never forgot about your makeup, it was to beautify your lips not only for you, but also for someone else's face.

“Stay in my arms baby.” Lando whines as you deliberately try to escape from his embrace. “I would love to spend this day in bed too, but we have to get ready to join your friends.” You scold him gently, pulling the covers over your legs.

"I can cancel the outing. And stay with you." His dejected puppy eyes beg you to let him cuddle you in his arms under the soft blankets, and despite this adorable face, your brain has other plans in mind. You smile before placing a long kiss on his forehead. "We'll do this tomorrow. I'll go get ready."

Lando reluctantly lets you escape from his hold, while he watches with a sulky face you locking in the bathroom. You rush to wash and put on makeup, since it's already quite late and the morning is soon coming to an end. After getting out of the shower, you stand in front of the large mirror that adorns the wall to put on some light makeup.

You grab a brush lying around in your makeup bag to apply blush to your cheekbones, making your face softer and brighter. Your mascara is attached to your lashes and your liner is impeccable and symmetrical. All that remains is the final touch, the one you love above all else. Your lips.

You much prefer glosses to lipsticks, but today you decide it's time to change your habits. You rummage through your makeup bag until you come across the little tube of nude lipstick that you adore so much. And that Lando particularly appreciates too. You pass the product on your lips to apply a generous layer.

The bathroom door opens to reveal an enthusiastic Lando, perhaps still a little sleepy, but dazzled by the person standing before him. A huge smile takes place on his face as he wraps his arms around your waist. “Beautiful as always, princess” His lips brush the tip of your nose to place a soft kiss there.

“Thank you my boy. Now it’s your turn to get ready, I’ll leave it to you.” You smile at him one last time before moving away to leave him alone, but his arms hold you in place. You raise your head to meet his sulking gaze. "Ah-ah. I want my kiss."

A mocking smile spreads across your face as you subtly roll your eyes. But your boyfriend's face looks very serious and you can see that he is just waiting for your lips on his skin. So, leaning on his chest, you press your lips to his cheek. You stay like that a little longer than a simple kiss, to trace the mark of your lips on his cheek.

You pull back slowly, and Lando can't stop smiling like a silly child as he admires the trace of your lipstick on his skin. “Ohh, I love it.” You let out a laugh as you kiss him one last time, leaving the bathroom. And it's not long before he leaves the room as quickly as he entered it.

And on the doorstep, Lando won't be able to stop begging you for yet another kiss. “Baby, I need another lipstick kiss.” He literally begs you with his eyes. “Lando, you already have three on your face.” A laugh escapes your throat at the sight of your boyfriend, simply adorable with his lipstick marks all over his face.

"Yes, but I want to make sure everyone knows you're mine. My girl" He pouts a little, begging you again for one last kiss. And as you finish tinting your lips with your lipstick, you cup your boyfriend's face to press your lips to his temple.

And there's no need to describe Lando's euphoric expression when he looks at himself in the mirror by the door, happy to be covered in four pretty traces of your lips. "Now we can go out. Let's go baby." He wraps his hand in yours and finally closes the door behind you.

And on the way, you won't be able to help but admire him. His curly hair falling lightly on his forehead, and your lipstick marks on his cheeks and face. Oh sure, there's no one more adorable than this boy. But perhaps the most adorable thing is the way Lando cherishes your kiss marks.

Because for him, it's the best way to show that he belongs to you, that he is destined for you and that for nothing in the world he will replace you. That you are his and that he intends to repel every girl who approaches him because of your lipstick marks. Oh gosh, he could really die to be covered in these marks.

The way your lips press gently against his skin, delicately imprinting him with the nude color of your lip product. And the silhouette of your lips on his face. He'll probably never admit it, but it's one of his favorite things in the world. It might be a little too showy, but Lando doesn't care, because after all he'll never stop begging you for more.

And you can be sure that he is extremely proud of it, when he displays this grandiose smile in front of your friends "Those kisses? Oh, they come from the most beautiful and adorable girl on this earth. My girlfriend".

[sturniqlo]

TWO STRESSED MINDS- MATT STURN

summary: y/n, a current college student, is caught up with studying before her finals start. and she's stressed to say the least. matt and his brothers make a mess as they filmed their video and y/n promises to clean the mess, what happens when a stressed out matt gets home and the mess isn't cleaned up?

cw: angst, crying, yelling, stress, fluff

an: thank you to the lovely @monroesturnns for the idea

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"That's one class done." Y/n sighs as she closes her book and moves all of her notes for that one class to the side. She blinks a couple of times as she closes out all of her tabs, opening new ones for her other class. She had now been studying for about an hour and a half. Unfortunately, she was stressed out of her mind as finals were coming up really quickly.

"Hi, baby. We're about to start filming the video." Matt comes through the opened door of their shared bedroom. "Oh okay, I'll be in here still. Studying." She spins on the desk chair to face Matt, rubbing her eyes from all the reading and bright light from her computer.

"Are you sure you don't want to come and watch us film for a bit, get a break from all your studying? You've been cooped up in here for almost two hours. You need a break." He takes a couple of steps towards her and he rubs her shoulders as she looks up at him.

"As much as I would love too, I want to get all of this reading and writing studying done before tomorrow since I'm going to do all of my lab studying tomorrow on campus." She sighs in relief as Matt massages her tense shoulders. "Alright-" Matt gets cut off by Nick yelling. "Matt, come on!" Y/n giggles.

"I'll be back in a bit, want me to shut the door? We're gonna be pretty loud." He kisses her forehead. "Please." She says. "Okay, don't stress yourself out. You'll do prefect on your finals." He reassures her, he knows how anxious and stressed out she's been since finals are getting closer and closer. "I'll try not to."

Matt soon leaves the room and quietly shuts the door. Y/n turns back to the desk and opens yet another book for her next class. "Fucking hate this class." She mumbles to herself, grabbing her pen to start writing notes. Soon enough she starts hearing the loud commotion coming from the kitchen which was really close to her and Matt's room. She didn't mind it, in all honesty it helped her more knowing that they were having much more fun than she was made her study faster so she can try and catch them and watch them for a bit.

Unfortunately by the time the triplets finished filming their video, she was only half way through her studying for the class she had started on when the boys started filming. "Still studying?" Matt closes the door behind him, she didn't even hear him opening the door, to focused in her work. "Hey, didn't hear you come in. And yes, unfortunately. I still have three more classes to study for." Y/n puts her pen down, taking a mini break.

Matt takes a seat in the unmade bed, Y/n usually has done every morning after they get up but this morning she had to meet up with one of her classmates and share some notes from class, "We're going to head out to the warehouse, the merch got there so we can start packing and sending out orders." He says, frowning at Y/n's tired face. She had light under eye bags, looked a bit pale and her lips were red from the excessive biting.

"And we probably won't be back until late at night." Y/n nodded. "Oh okay, I'll probably be asleep by the time you get here, I'm exhausted and I'm still not finished." She sighs. They keep a conversation for bit until Matt realizes it's time to go. "I'll see you tonight, okay? I love you." He gives her a kiss on the lips. "I love you more."

Y/n took a break from studying after the triplets left and decided to order herself some lunch. When she got the notification that the food had arrived, she quickly ran out to get it, not paying any mind to the state of their home. She ate, tossing the trash in the trash can they had in their room and went back to studying.

Sometime between four and five in the afternoon, Y/n's phone buzzed causing her to wake up lifting her head up from her book, grabbing her phone still half asleep.

matt<3

hi baby, i know this is too much to ask for but can you clean the kitchen for us? we're having people over tomorrow around ten to film a video. thank you sooo much. i love you! be home soon :))

Y/n, too tired to read any more words, just replied with a simple okay even though she didn't know what she was saying okay to. She got comfy, resting her head on the desk once more and took another nap. It to have been thirty minutes later because it was now 5:39pm and she gasps looking at the time. "Shit- why'd I sleep for so long?" She pulled up her third class' study guide and got back to what she was doing before.

Three hours later, Matt was finally home. As he walked through the door he went up the stairs and was met with the same mess in the kitchen. "What the hell? I thought she was gonna clean it up?" He said angrily, running a hand across his face. "Matt, it's okay. She's-" Nick started but Matt didn't care to hear any of it and went to their joint room and closed the door behind him.

"Didn't I tell you to clean the kitchen?" He spoke loudly, causing Y/n to get startled as she didn't hear in come in. "Oh- Matt you're home." She said. "Didn't I tell you to clean the kitchen?" He said once more. "No you didn't?" She furrowed her eyebrows. "Yes I did! I clearly sent you a message and you replied with okay." Y/n finally realized that was the message she had received earlier. "Oh my god! I'm sorry, I was half asleep when I saw the message I didn't even read it." Matt grew angrier.

"Were you even studying this whole time I was gone? Or were you busy sleeping?" Y/n is taken back, Matt has never yelled or raised his voice at her. "Hey, what's gotten into you?" She says softly, trying not to rile him up even more. Standing up and walking toward him, she tries to wrap her arm around him but he pushes her arms back to her.

"No, you were here the whole afternoon and couldn't get off your ass to clean the fucking kitchen? Me, Nick and Chris are having people over tomorrow, do you know how embarrassing it is for people to walk in and see the mess?" Y/n starts to tear up. "M- Matt, I'm sorry, I'll go clean it right now, okay? I'll- I'll put my studying to the side." Tears roll down her cheeks. "You couldn't even make the fucking bed? It's the least you could've done! You're useless around here." He yells.

"Matt." She whimpers, sniffling as her tears continue to fall. "Hey, Matt. That's enough." Nick suddenly appears behind Matt. Y/n wipes her tears, not wanting him to see her like this. "Nick, get out. This isn't any of your business." He turns around and looks at him. "You're making her cry! You're doing too much. She's busy studying, she can't just drop everything and do whatever you tell her to."

"Nick, it's okay." She says. "No, Y/n, it's not just because he had a shitty afternoon doesn’t mean he should take it out on you." He looks at Y/n before looking back at Matt. "Chris is cleaning the kitchen, let Y/n finish her studying." Matt doesn't budge. "No, let her clean it. She's done nothing all day." Y/n has had enough. "Are you hearing yourself, Matt?! Do you not see my desk? My fucking eye bags? I've been studying all day!" She motions the desk that's littered with papers, books, notes and her open laptop.

"I- Nick can I sleep with you tonight?" She lowers her voice and looks at Nick. "Of course, let this fool cool down for the night." Y/n grabs the remaining of her notes for her leftover class, her laptop, and phone before heading out the room with Nick.

"I'm sorry about him. Anything he said is not true. He probably hasn't even picked up a broom ever since you went on vacation last year." He tries to lighten up the mood. "Thanks, Nick. Can I use your desk to finish studying?" He nods. "Go ahead, I'm going to go help Chris." He leaves the room, lightly closing the door behind him.

Coming down the stairs and rounding the corner he sees Matt helping Chris with cleaning the kitchen. "Is she- can I go talk to her?" Matt says, tossing away a couple of dirty napkins. Nick shakes his head. "She has so much on her mind right now, try tomorrow." Matt sighs, knowing Nick is right. He had lashed out on her knowing she was already stressed.

The next morning came and Y/n woke up before her alarm in Nicks bed. She yawned, sitting up and stretching. Carefully, she threw the covers off of her and walked to the desk to collect her belongings. Knowing everyone was still asleep in the house, she quietly trodded to the bathroom to use the toilet and brush her teeth.

Quietly entering her and Matt's bedroom she found Matt still sound asleep, fully clothed in the outfit he came home with. Y/n placed her materials in her tote bag so she wouldn't forget them. She picked out an outfit and grabbed a towel so she could take a shower. After her shower she let her hair air dry and did a bit of makeup. Everything she did, she did it as quiet as possible so Matt wouldn't wake up.

She made herself a quick breakfast and once she finished eating, she washed her dish, as always, and entered the room once again to grab her bag and key so she can head out. "Hey, where're you going?" She hears Matt groggily say from their bed. "I'm going to study my lab experiments." Y/n starts to leave the room but Matt quickly gets up and gently grabs her arm.

"Wait, can- can we talk?" Hs says, his eyes still trying to focus on the bright light outside. "Matt, I- I have to go now or I'll be running late in a bit." He frowns. "I'm sorry about yesterday. I understand if you're still mad at me." Y/n gives a sad smile. "I'm not mad anymore or upset. I know you weren't mad over me not cleaning. Nick told me something happened at the warehouse?" He nods.

"We can talk when I get back this afternoon?" She grabs his hand. "Okay, yeah. That sounds good." He smiles. "I love you." Matt whispers. "I love you more." She kisses Matt on the lips. "I'll see you later, okay?"

That afternoon, Y/n returned exhausted from trying to perfect certain chemistry experiments and hearing her professor repeat the same words over and over to her. "It's almost there, just add a bit more of that." He would say and point to a certain chemical. "I'm home." She said loudly, placing her bag on the table. "Hi, baby. Chris and Nick are out." He came out their room, going over to her to place a kiss on her lips.

"Hi, babe. Where'd they go?" She walked to the fridge to get a cold bottle of water. "They went out with the people who came over earlier." He said. "Mm, have you eaten? I can make something really quickly." She walked back over to him throwing her arms over his neck and he holds her waist. "I haven't yet- I thought we could go out for lunch." She nodded at his suggestion.

"Can we talk first?" He said, rubbing her waist. "Sure, let's go to our room?" Matt nodded. In their room, Y/n kicked her shoes off and got comfy. "I want to start off by saying I'm sorry for everything- and I mean everything I said yesterday. I didn't mean a single word. I don't even know why I asked you to clean the table, you were so busy with studying and I know how much it was draining you. I just- half of the merch that came in was defective and we were trying to get in contact with the company who made it and then Chris had mentioned people were going to come to our house I panicked and texted you and then came home stressed out and lashed out on you. I'm sorry, please forgive me? I can promise you I will never ever raise my voice at you." He pulls out a bouquet of flowers and a small bear from out of nowhere and she's stunned.

"I forgive you," She gasps and grabs the items from him. "Thank you baby." She sets them down next to her and goes to sit on his lap. "I think we both need to take a day for ourselves and have a stress free day." She moves the hair out of his eyes. "Can we have it together?" He says. "Of course." She whispers, before placing her lips on his. Seconds later Matt's stomach growls.

"But first let's get you some food and put my flowers in a vase." She giggles.

[lilolebambi]

six fit under by the weeknd.

toxicex!reader x toxictaken!matt blurb. ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ you just can't let him go.

warnings.ᐟ.ᐟ: dom to subby matt. meanish reader?? she knows it's wrong but she doesn't gaf. fem receiving. fingering. (matt the munch🙂‍↕️)

You shouldn't be here. You have one of the most important exams of your life tomorrow, but you here you are. At Matt's frat. You're steering away from every drink you're offered, every alcoholic game that your friends want you to play because you know what's gonna happen.

One way or another, you're ending up in Matt's room by the end of the night. You hate admitting it yourself, but he's your Achilles' heel. You can't stop yourself from giving into him.

You run one of your hands through your hair, letting out a deep sigh. "You good?" One of your friends asks, seeing the distressed look on your face. "Fine. I'm fine." You say, beginning to walk off towards the kitchen.

One shot won't hurt.

Five won't be that bad.

Ten won't lead to a terrible hangover. You can handle it.

You can't remember how many shots you took. All you know is that frat boy who said he could take more shots than you is probably throwing up.

You're stumbling off to the bathroom when you realize that you left your phone somewhere in the kitchen, you groan. You just need to check how your makeup looks and maybe pee, then you'll be back in there.

You stumble back as someone bumps into you. "The fuc—?" As soon as you look to see who bumped into you, his cologne fills your nostrils.

"Matt." His name files out of your mouth before your brain can catch up with your actions. He looks you up and down, "You look good."

"I know." You say, "Where ya going?"

You raise an eyebrow. You both know that you know exactly where you're going, you know this frat like the back of your hand.

"Bathroom." You begin to walk again just for him to block your way. "Matt." You say sternly, searching his eyes for the reason he's doing this and you're met with lust. Pure lust.

"You should come to my room."

"I need to check my makeup." He rolls his eyes. "You know I have a mirror in my room." You know know that, you remember when you caught him fucking some girl in front of it.

"Need to pee too—" You try to walk off, but he grabs your wrist, "Come to my room."

"Matt." You say sharply. You're trying so hard to resist, trying so hard to get him to back off. "Please?" He says, low and whiney.

You bite your lip. "Will you finally leave me alone after?"

He nods.

"Fine. Move."

You can see him staring at you from the corner of his bed as you push up your lashes and bend down slightly to fix your dress as you fix your twisted bra. "You look good."

"I know." You repeat. "Like....really, really good." He stands behind you in the mirror. You didn't even hear the bed creak when he got up.

You barely have to blink before his lips are on yours. Your eyes flutter shut. God, how you missed the feeling of his lips against yours.

It's embarrassing how much you let him get away with. He picks you up and wraps your legs around his waist as he carries you over to his bed.

When he throws you on his bed, it's like deja vu, the good kind. A moment you wouldn't mind staying in as his chain dangles in your face, and your eye contact becomes sinful.

Until the thought that he has a girlfriend appears in your mind. You swerve his kiss. "I get you all the way to my bed, and you do thi-?"

"You have a girlfriend."

"Oh, c'mon—" He says, staring down at you with disbelief in his eyes. "Knees."

The way his body instantly responds to your command makes you smile. You wonder if his new girlfriend knows he has this side to him.

You sit up slowly, admiring the sight in front of you. She probably doesn't, the first time you tried to be in control Matt freaked the fuck out.

He stares up at you with those puppy eyes. He knows what those do to you. "You're terrible." It comes out way softer than you wanted it to but you can't think with the way he's looking at you.

He smirks. "You let me kiss you." You scoff and cross your arms. "Before I remembered you had a girlfriend."

"Don't you want me to fuck you?" He presses, parting your legs and pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. "Remember that time I fucked you so hard you couldn't go to class in the morning?"

You avoid his gaze. Your panties are soaked, to say the least. "Yeaaah, let's refresh that memory." His hands slip up to the hem of panties, "Couldn't move, had me carrying you 'round all day...Let's go back to that. Let me take care of you, baby."

His words are getting to you. Bad. You won't give in, you won't. You remember how your heart broke into a million pieces when you found out Matt was cheating on you. You won't do that to another girl.

Yet, you still let him slip off your panties. "Fuck, you're dripping, sweetheart. You were craving me, huh?"

You won't give in. You won't give in. Yet you make no moves to push him away as he presses soft kisses from your inner thigh up to your core.

Fuck it.

You pull his head back his hair, causing him to let out a whimper. "You're not fucking me."

"What—?"

You tug on his hair harder, making him whine. "You're eating me out." He eyes you with disobedience, "Do you seriously think you deserve think to feel good after what you did to me? You're lucky I'm even letting you near me."

The venom in your words is wounding, but he still doesn't think you're serious. "Y/n—"

You lean foward and tug his face to you. Making him let out the most pained sound you've ever from him. "One more fucking word Matt. One more word that isn't you saying yes, you're not even gonna get this. I'm gonna storm out of here, find your girlfriend and telling her what a fucking asshole you are." He gulps as you threaten him gravely, but the tent in his jeans gives off another emotion than scared.

"Th...that hurts." He whines. "What's it gonna be, Matt?"

"I'll...I'll eat you out." He mumbles. "Louder."

"I'll eat you out."

You finally let him go from the deathgrip you have on his hair. "Are you gonna be a good boy?" He nods eagerly. "Say it."

"I-I'll be a good boy for you... Mama."

"Good boy." The way his ears turn pink almost makes you feel bad for how mean you just were to him. Almost.

He wets his lips and leans in before licking at your clit, he eyes you. You tilt your head at him, knowing exactly what he wants. "Gotta do more than that if you want praise, baby."

He furrows his brows together. Matt slips his fingers inside you, making a scissor motion. You gasp at the stretch. You haven't been the most sexually active ever since you guys broke up.

"T...tell me I'm doing good, please?" He mutters against you, causing you to moan. You want to, but you'd rather see him needy and wanting.

You bite your lip and refuse to let out any moans as you watch the attention he's paying to your clit increase and feel his fingers reach deeper inside you. "Ma, pleasepleaseplease—" He mutters against you again, placing sloppy kisses down your pussy. "M being a good boy, isn't that what you wanted?"

You let out a loud gasp as he reaches that special inside you, "S-see— m making you feel good? Please?"

You can't take it anymore. Him thrusting into that spot repeatedly with his fingers causes you to fall flat against the bed. "Yeah— you're being a really good boy Matt— being ah— such a good boy for me—" You say, getting interrupted by moans. It only spurs him on more, making him latch onto your clit.

You practically scream. "Matt— matt— ohmy— Your back arches off the bed. "Please." He whines, taking a break from sucking your throbing nub. "Can you feel clenching down on my fingers."

"Wan' me to come for you—?" You choke out. "Please, Mama, been so good for you."

"Fuck—fuuuuck— baby, m coming!" You scream, coming all over his face. You whine as he spreads your legs wider to lap up your release.

You pant heavily as you come down from your high, squirming as you feel Matt still working in between your legs. "M..matt." You say weakly, he ignores you. Pussy drunk.

You pull him by his hair. He pouts, slowly pulling out his fingers. "Just wanna taste you." He says, hair sticking to his face from your release.

You smirk down at him. "Bet you're all hard from that, huh?" He nods slowly. "Tell you what," You sit up, "Make me come again, and I'll think about letting you fuck me."

The way he immediately tries to dive back into you makes you laugh. You have to throw your doggy something.

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