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killerplink · 3 months ago

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SHIFT

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Female Reader

Plot: You spend the whole night teasing Dick—subtle touches, flirty whispers, pressing up against him just to watch him struggle. But the second you're alone? He snaps. You wanted to play? Now you're taking everything he's been holding back.

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Dick fucking hates clubs. The loud music, the sweaty bodies pressing too close, the overpriced drinks, it's everything he actively avoids. But you wanted to go, and, well, there's nothing he won't do for you.

He keeps an arm around you the whole night, not because he's possessive—okay, maybe a little—but because you look too damn good in that tiny dress, and he's had to glare down more than one pair of wandering eyes. You're all over him: draped around his shoulders, whispering against his jaw, grinding against his thigh like you don't give a shit who's watching.

And maybe you don't.

Maybe it's the cocktails, or maybe you just love pushing him to the edge, seeing how much he can take before he snaps. Either way, his patience is running on fumes by the time he gets you in the car.

Now, as he drives home, his knuckles tight on the wheel, you're still at it—still teasing, still testing him.

"Dick," you hum, voice all soft and sweet, your head resting against his shoulder.

You drag your nails down his thigh, just barely brushing against his cock through his jeans.

He tenses, jaw clenching. "Baby."

His voice is warning, firm, but you don't give a shit.

You shift closer, lips ghosting against his neck, pressing a kiss to his pulse point. "You're so tense, baby..." Another kiss, this time against his sharp jawline. "Should let me help you relax."

Dick exhales through his nose. "You've had too much to drink."

"So?" you purr, shameless. Your fingers move higher, tracing the outline of his hard dick. "You're so hard, my love."

He curses under his breath, adjusting his grip on the wheel. "Of course I am," he mutters. "You spent all night rubbing your ass on me like a little brat."

You giggle, shifting in your seat, pressing your thighs together. You're soaked, your panties sticking to your cunt, and you know he knows. He can see it, smell it, feel the heat radiating off you.

"Can't help it," you murmur, lips brushing against his ear. "You're so fucking sexy, baby."

His grip tightens on the wheel, and you swear his foot presses just a little harder on the gas.

"We're almost home," he mutters. "Behave."

But you? Oh, you don't behave. You slip a hand between your thighs, pushing your dress up just enough for him to see. You let your fingers trail over your soaked panties, gasping softly at the contact, putting on a show just for him.

And when he glances down—just for a second, just to see what the fuck you're doing—he groans, deep and frustrated, gripping the wheel like it's the only thing keeping him from losing his mind.

You don't stop there. No, you drag your fingers up, pressing against the damp fabric, rubbing slow, lazy circles right where you know it'll make you shiver. Your other hand grips your thigh, spreading yourself open just a little more, just enough to drive him insane.

"Fuck," he grits out, knuckles turning white on the wheel. His jaw clenches so hard you think it might snap. "You're testing me, sweetheart."

"Mmm," you hum, teasing yourself right in front of him, letting out a soft whimper just to push him further. "You don't like it? Thought you liked watching me, my love."

His breath shudders, and his grip tightens, muscles flexing as he struggles to keep his focus on the road. His eyes flick between you and the street ahead, torn between staying in control and pulling over to ruin you.

"Baby," he sighs, his voice strained, dangerous. "You're really testing me tonight."

"Good," you pout, wide, pleading eyes locking onto his. "I need you."

And fuck, if that doesn't snap the last thread of his self-control. Dick knows you too well by now. Knows how you get when you've had one too many cocktails, how you love to test him sometimes, to push just to see how far you can go before he snaps. And usually? He doesn't let you get to him like this.

Usually, he's more composed. He can handle it because he expects it. Because he knows you. He sees the glint in your eyes before you even make a move, can read you like the back of his hand. But tonight?

Tonight, he's fucking struggling.

Maybe it's the dress—the one he loves, the one that hugs your curves just right and rides up dangerously high when you sit. Or maybe it's the way you look right now, flushed and giggling, a little tipsy, a little messy, so fucking breathtaking he can barely stand it.

Either way, the fifteen-minute drive home is pure torture.

His cock is throbbing, painfully hard, pressing tight against his jeans, and all he can think about is you. Your soft moans, the way you touch yourself just to tease him, the way your fingers trembled when they brushed over your soaked panties.

Fuck. He grips the wheel tighter, jaw clenched so hard it aches, forcing himself to focus on the road instead of the filthy thoughts running through his head.

Because if he thinks about it too much? He's definitely pulling over. Pulling you into his lap, yanking that little dress up around your waist, sinking into your dripping pussy and fucking you right here, right now.

But somehow—somehow—he makes it home without losing his goddamn mind.

The second he parks, he's out of the car, moving fast to open your door. But you're even faster, throwing yourself against him, pressing soft, sloppy kisses against his neck as he exhales sharply.

"Baby," he mutters, trying—trying—to sound stern, but you just hum, nuzzling against his jaw.

Then comes the elevator. You're quiet at first, a little sheepish, standing close but not too close. But the second the doors close? Oh, you're an absolute menace.

At the same time you press the button, you press back against him, your ass grinding against his hard cock like you need him to feel how wet you are, how much you want him. His hands snap to your hips, gripping tight, a weak attempt to stop you, but he can't fool you.

"You're so hard," you whisper, voice all sweet and teasing, rolling your hips just enough to make him groan.

He exhales sharply, fingers digging into your waist. "You're cruel, my love."

You moan, just to push him further, just to make him suffer, and fuck, he can feel how badly you want this, how hot and slick you are even through your panties.

But then, the elevator dings.

And like you weren't just grinding against his dick, like you weren't just whimpering for him, you peel yourself away, stepping out with a little sway in your hips, heels clacking against the floor as you walk toward your shared apartment.

He doesn't move for a second. Just stands there, hands clenched, dick aching, trying to comprehend the fact that you just left him like that. You fumble with your keys, giggling when you can't quite get the door open, and he sighs—trying to sound exasperated, but you know better. He's not fooling anyone.

His large hand lands over yours, steadying you just enough to push the key in the lock and open the door. And then? Then you step inside, looking back at him with that wicked, teasing little smile, like you know he's about to ruin you.

But before he can grab you, before he can even shut the door properly, you take full advantage of just how worked up he is. You press back against him, ass grinding right against his dick, slow and deliberate, feeling just how hard he is for you.

His breath punches out in a harsh growl, hands snapping to your hips so tight it's almost bruising. "You're playing a dangerous game."

"Am I?" you murmur, pushing back again, rolling your hips in a way that makes him curse under his breath. His cock twitches against you, and you grin, knowing just how much you're getting to him. "Doesn't feel like you mind."

"Fuck," he grits out, pressing you against the nearest wall, hips grinding right back into you, making you feel just how much you've been teasing him. "You really think you can pull this shit and not pay for it?"

Your only answer is another slow grind, dragging your ass right over the outline of his cock, feeling the heat of him through both layers of fabric. The way he shudders, the way his fingers dig into your hips—it's intoxicating.

His patience? Snapped. And you? You're about to find out exactly how he plans to handle you.

You step inside the hallway with a soft, breathy hum, throwing your keys into the little basket by the door before carelessly tossing your purse onto the coat rack. Then you kick off your heels, sighing as the ache in your feet fades.

Behind you, Dick moves slower. Slipping off his jacket, kicking off his shoes, rolling his shoulders like he's trying to shake off the tension. But the second that door finally clicks shut, the second the world outside disappears? He's on you.

Big hands grip your waist, spinning you around so fast it makes you gasp. And then he's crowding you against the wall, his chest pressed against yours, his breathing slow and deep, like he's trying, really trying, to control himself.

"You think that was funny?" he murmurs, voice low, dangerous.

Your breath catches as you ask in a soft, almost sheepish tone, "What, baby?"

He huffs out a quiet laugh, but there's no humor in it, just pure, raw frustration. "Grinding on me all night. Acting so sweet, so innocent, then leaving me hard as fuck in the club? In the car? In the damn elevator?" His fingers dig into your hips, his lips ghosting over yours. "That was cruel, sweetheart."

Your stomach flips, a rush of heat flooding between your legs. "I—"

Smack.

Your words cut off in a choked moan as his palm cracks against your ass, the sharp, stinging heat stealing the breath from your lungs.

Oh. Oh, he's never done that before. And fuck, you love it.

You make a soft, desperate sound, and Dick stills. You feel the tension in him, the hesitation, like he's waiting, watching, trying to see if he's crossed a line. But you arch into him, pressing your ass back against his hand, silently begging for more.

His breath shudders out of him, and then—

Smack.

The second one lands harder, sending another sharp, electric jolt straight to your aching cunt. You whimper, thighs clenching together, and fuck, Dick feels it. The way your body responds, the way you melt for him, eating it up like you were made for it.

He groans, his hand smoothing over the sting, then gripping hard. "Yeah?" he murmurs, his other hand tangling in your hair, tilting your head back so he can see your face. "You like that, don't you?"

You bite your lip, nodding quickly, breathless. "Yes. Fuck, yes."

He exhales harshly, his cock twitching against your stomach, throbbing. And then? Then he grins.

"Well, in that case..." he murmurs, dragging his lips along your jaw, his fingers kneading the soft flesh of your ass, teasing, promising. "Let's see just how much you like it."

He spins you around, pressing you up against the wall before you can even catch your breath. His grip is firm, unyielding—one hand on your hip, the other splayed over your lower back, guiding you exactly where he wants you.

And you? You don't hesitate. You know what he wants.

Your hands brace against the wall as you arch your back, pushing your ass up and out, grinding against his dick like you need to feel him. A deep, ragged breath leaves his lips, his fingers tightening on your hip as his cock twitches, aching for you, for relief.

Fuck.

He scrunches your dress up around your waist, shoving the fabric aside, only to be met with the sight of your little red panties, soaked straight through. Jesus Christ. He can see the shape of your pretty little pussy through the lace, the way your folds cling to the delicate fabric, drenched, so wet you've left a spot on his jeans.

And suddenly, he's fighting with himself.

Because fuck, he wants you. Wants to drop to his knees and bury his face between your legs, to fuck you with his tongue until you're begging, gasping, sobbing his name. That's what he usually does, after all. Dick Grayson never fucks before he tastes. It's his rule, his ritual, his religion.

But tonight? Tonight, you've been a brat.

Grinding on him all night, touching him like it was nothing, teasing him with those pretty, drunken smiles while he sat there, barely holding himself together. You knew what you were doing, and you didn't stop, not even in the car, not even when he warned you.

And maybe you thought you'd get away with it. Cute.

A third option slithers into his mind, sharp and wicked. He exhales slowly, dragging his palm over the swell of your ass, feeling the heat of your skin through the thin lace of your panties.

And then? He presses his fingers against your cunt, rubbing you through the slick fabric, slow, torturous, just the barest pressure over your clit, up and down, teasing.

The noise you make is sinful—a soft, needy moan as you roll your hips, seeking more, seeking him.

He doesn't give it to you. Instead, he slaps your ass, sharp and quick, watching the way you jolt, the way your thighs clench together like you felt it between your legs.

And he swears—swears—he sees your pussy flutter around nothing, even through the fabric.

Oh, you really like this.

He groans, low and deep, as he hooks a single finger into the band of your panties, dragging them to the side and exposing your soaked cunt to the cool air of the room. He watches, fascinated, as your folds glisten, all slick and swollen, so pretty, so needy. But he's not done teasing you.

He slides two fingers between your folds, trailing up and down, deliberately missing your entrance, barely brushing your clit. The way you tremble against him, the way your breath hitches every time he almost gives you what you want—it's driving him insane.

"Baby, please," you gasp, voice breathy, desperate.

He groans, slapping your ass again. Your walls clench around nothing, and his cock throbs, painfully hard, aching to be buried deep inside you. But no, not yet. Because he's curious to see how much you can take.

Your whimper is pathetic, desperate, when you try to grind down against his fingers, seeking more—seeking anything—and he pulls them away. You whine, high and needy, hips rolling, chasing after the touch he just denied you.

But Dick? Oh, he's enjoying this far too much.

His cock is aching, thick and heavy, straining against his clothes, the damp fabric sticking to him from how much precum he's leaking. His whole body feels hot, his blood thick in his veins, his self-control hanging by a thread.

And yet, he can hold himself back a little longer. And he will.

He hums, dragging a single finger down your folds, pressing lightly against your clit, circling it—slow, lazy, like he has all the time in the world. You shudder, your thighs trembling as you press your forehead against the wall, panting softly. Then, without warning, he slides one finger inside you.

You gasp, your slick heat sucking him in immediately, coating him in wetness.

He keeps the pace slow, deliberate, thrusting his finger in and out with steady precision, feeling the way your walls clench around him, already so fucking tight. You push back against his hand, desperate for more, needing more, only for his finger to slip out entirely.

"Fuck," you breathe, frustrated, needy, your cunt clenching around nothing.

Dick smirks because God, you're getting so frustrated, and he loves it. His free hand moves to your ass, spreading you open so he can see better, his breath catching at the way your glistening folds twitch, your arousal dripping down onto your thighs.

"Messy little thing," he murmurs, more to himself than you, but you hear it anyway.

Your breath stutters. Dick doesn't tease you like this. Not verbally, at least. But tonight? Tonight, he's feeling cruel. He resumes fingering you, adding a second finger, stretching you just a little, his thumb rolling over your clit in slow, tight circles.

"Look at you," he mutters, almost toying with the words, like he knows how much they affect you. "You wanted my attention so badly, and now? You can't even ask for it properly."

Your pussy clenches around his fingers, and he groans, dragging them out almost all the way before plunging them back inside.

"Come on," he goads, voice deep, smug. "Use your words, sweetheart. Tell me what you want."

Your nails scrape against the wall, frustration bubbling over, because you do—you do use your words. "Baby—"

And then... he pulls his fingers out. You sob, thighs shaking, your cunt clenching, unclenching, desperate, so close, so needy, so fucking ruined. But he's not done playing with you yet. Not even close.

Because just as your walls flutter around nothing, aching, desperate to be filled, he slides them back in—slowly, so fucking slowly, stretching you all over again, making you feel every inch, every knuckle as he sinks them deep inside your dripping, swollen cunt.

The wet, obscene squelch of your slick-soaked pussy makes his cock throb, and he groans, curling his fingers just right, rubbing against that spot that makes you jerk, makes you keen, makes you shudder.

"Ohhh, fuck, Dick—"

You're trembling, moaning, arms weak as they brace against the wall, legs barely holding you up. Your cunt is wrecked, aching, stretched wide around his fingers as they pump in and out of you.

He's fucking you with them, really fucking you with them now. Hard, fast, each thrust making your slick, messy pussy squelch obscenely. His palm is rubbing against your swollen clit with every movement, sending sharp spikes of pleasure through your already overstimulated body.

You feel so close, so fucking close, your orgasm curling low in your belly, threatening to snap at any second. Your moans are getting higher, faster, desperate. You can feel it, feel it about to—

He stops and pulls his fingers out entirely.

Your cunt clenches and unclenches around nothing, a pathetic little sob escaping your lips as you whimper, "No, no, baby—please, please..."

"Tsk."

The sound is sharp, cutting through your desperation, making your breath hitch.

And then—

A crack. His large hand lands against your already-flushed ass, a sharp sting blooming across your skin, your walls fluttering from the impact. But before you can so much as moan, he soothes it instantly, grabbing, squeezing, kneading your sore flesh.

"Look at you," he murmurs, voice deep, filthy, full of mock sympathy. "So wet, so fucking desperate, dripping all over my fingers like a needy little thing."

Your head is spinning. Your legs are shaking. You're dying. "Please—baby, I can't—"

"Oh, you can."

He shoves his fingers back inside you, hard, your body jolting forward with the sudden stretch. You wail, eyes squeezing shut, back arching as he fucks you hard and fast, his fingers scissoring inside you, stretching you wider as he pumps them deep.

Your walls clench tight, soaking him, making a mess down your thighs. His free hand grips your ass, spreading you open, letting him see the way your pussy flutters and squeezes around his fingers.

"Look at you," he rasps, voice thick, wrecked. "So fucking greedy. You wanted my attention all night, and now you have it. So take it."

Your whole body shudders, his filthy words making your clit throb, making you tighten around his fingers. Your breath catches, muscles locking up as the pleasure spikes too high, too fast, and you know—you know you're about to cum—and then he stops. Again. Pulls his fingers out. Again. Leaves you a moaning, trembling, ruined fucking mess.

You sob, whining so fucking pathetically, tears pricking your eyes, "Dick, please, I—"

He leans in close. So close you feel his breath against your ear, warm and thick with control.

"You're cumming on my dick," he murmurs, voice low, dangerous, "or not at all."

Your breath catches. And then you hear it. The sound of his belt being undone. The slow zip of his jeans. The soft click of a button. Your heart pounds. You don't dare move. Don't dare breathe. And you fight the urge to glance over your shoulder.

But then you feel it.

Hot, thick, heavy, his dick, pressing between your soft thighs, grinding against your drenched, aching pussy. You whimper, your whole body twitching as he slides between your folds, coating himself in your arousal, his cock dragging slow, deep against your clit.

"God," he groans, voice strained, the swollen head of his cock bumping against your entrance, notching against you, teasing you. "You're dripping. Making a mess all over me, baby."

Your thighs clench around him, slick and warm, making his dick pulse, and you know he's barely holding on.

"Oh, f-fuck."

You're shaking. Whimpering. So soaked you can hear it, each slow, deliberate glide of his cock through your slick folds, each teasing drag of his heavy length over your swollen clit, each lazy, torturous grind against your aching entrance.

It's cruel, the way he does it—his dick throbbing, leaking precum that mixes with the mess between your thighs, the heat of him smearing against your folds, spreading you open just enough to feel it.

To feel him. But not inside. Not where you need him. He slides against your entrance, lets the thick head of his cock push just barely in, lets you feel the stretch, lets you tremble around the intrusion.

And then he pulls back. Slow. Purposeful. Your pussy clenches around nothing. And you sob, pushing back, trying to catch him, trying to make him slip in, but he's faster.

"Ah-ah, my love," he murmurs, strong fingers tightening around your hips, keeping you still as he drags his cock up again, slick and fever-hot, pressing against your clit until your breath catches and your thighs shake.

"So desperate, aren't you?"

He grins when you nod, when you whine, hips twitching, trying to get something, anything, but he denies you again, shoving your panties farther to the side so he can feel every last inch of your messy, aching cunt. His cock pulses, needy, heavy against your folds. And you are soaked.

So wet, it coats his length in a shiny, glistening sheen, his cock sliding effortlessly between your lips, so slick he can feel it drip down his balls, making a filthy mess of both of you. And yet, he still doesn't give it to you.

"Dick, please—"

Your voice is broken, breathless, needy, and it's exactly what he wanted. But instead of giving in, he just smirks. And then he slaps your ass. Hard. The sound echoes through the room, sharp, obscene, your body jolting, pussy clenching so tight he can feel it, even without being inside.

"Please, what?" he breathes, grinding against your slit again, the fat tip of his cock nudging your entrance, teasing your clenching hole.

You cry out, words slurring together as you moan his name, pushing back against him, desperate for him to fill you.

"You're so fucking messy," he rasps, his voice thick, rough. "Such a wet little thing."

Your walls clench around nothing, your body begging for him to finally just—

"Baby, please, I—"

The words die on your tongue the second you feel it. The hot, swollen head of his dick pressing against your aching entrance, thick and leaking, already so fucking hard it makes your thighs tremble. And then he pushes inside.

The stretch is instant, a slow, searing burn that has your lips parting, a gasp breaking free from your throat as your body struggles to take him. He's just so thick, so big, and no matter how many times he fucks you, no matter how many times his fingers work you open beforehand, it's never enough.

He always splits you open so fucking good, always fills you so deep, the blunt head of his cock dragging through your slick, squeezing walls, forcing you to take him, inch by aching inch.

Your pussy flutters, clenching around him, trying to adjust to the stretch, and he groans—a deep, gritted sound that rumbles through his chest as he grips your hips, holding you still, holding you open for him.

"Fuck, baby—"

His voice is wrecked, raw and shaking with restraint as your walls pulse around him, so tight, so wet he slides in almost effortlessly, your slick making a filthy mess of his cock, coating him, dripping down his balls as he sinks deep—deeper.

So fucking deep, stuffing you to the brim, his thick cock stretching you open, forcing you to take all of him, and your whole body shudders. And him? He loses it. His restraint—his precious, steady control—snaps like a goddamn rubber band.

Until he bottoms out with a harsh grind of his hips, until he's buried to the hilt, his heavy balls flush against your swollen clit, his cock filling you, stretching you, forcing your body to take him all. And fuck, he feels it.

How hot you are, how tight, how your pussy clings to him, sucking him in so deep he swears he can feel it in his bones, his teeth gritting as you pulse and squeeze around him like you never want to let him go.

And maybe you don't. Because nothing—nothing—feels better than this. Than him.

You're tight. Hot. Warm. Clenching around him. And the way you squeeze him... his head spins, his vision blurring. His fingers dig into your hips, the bruises already forming, but he can't help it. He pulls out, only to slam right back in.

"Baby—"

Your moan breaks, your body jolting against him as he starts fucking you. Hard. Deep. Fast. The slap of skin against skin echoes through the apartment, obscene, filthy, wet.

He drives into you, his hips snapping forward with a force that has your body rocking, has your thighs trembling, has your pussy clenching around his thick cock like you can't help it.

The way you squeeze him, the way your slick drips down his shaft, making a mess of his balls, making it easier for him to slam into you, deeper, rougher, making your pussy stretch and mold around him, like your body was made to take him.

And you're so fucking tight. So warm, so wet, so needy, your walls fluttering, gripping him like you don't want him to pull out, like you need him, need every inch, need every ruthless, punishing thrust that makes you whimper, that makes your knees threaten to buckle beneath you.

But he doesn't let you fall.

His grip on your hips is firm, unyielding, possessive, fingers digging into your soft skin, keeping you steady as he ruins you, as he forces you to take it, every brutal snap of his hips, every stroke of his cock dragging along your aching, swollen walls, pressing so deep it feels like he's in your fucking throat.

Your pussy clamps around him, and he grunts, the sound low and rough, his rhythm stuttering for just a second before he drives into you harder, making you gasp, making your eyes roll back, making a fresh wave of slick spill down your thighs.

And he loves it. Loves how messy you are, how fucking perfect you feel around him, how your cunt flutters and clenches every time he slams deep, every time his heavy balls slap against your slick, swollen clit, every time his cock stretches you to your limit, but you still take it. You still need it.

And he gives it to you.

Fucking you like he owns you. Like you belong to him. Like he's not stopping until you're falling apart around his dick, soaking him, creaming all over him, until your body is trembling, until you're so fucked out, so wrecked, you can't take another second.

"You wanted this, huh?" His voice is rough, ruined, breath ragged as he pounds into you. "Wanted to be fucked like this? Made me wait all night—fuck—all fucking night, just to be a dripping, needy mess for me as soon as we got home."

You whimper, your pussy tightening around his thick cock, making him groan.

"Oh, you love that, don't you?"

His hand cracks against your ass. You jerk, moaning so prettily, your walls fluttering around him. He kneads your flushed, sensitive flesh, soothing it for a moment before—

Crack. Another slap.

And fuck, your cunt clamps down on him.

"Fuck, there you go," he growls, voice dark, thick with filthy approval. "Squeezing my dick so fucking tight—shit—you love this, huh? Being fucked nice and rough, just how you fucking need it."

You sob, overwhelmed, the pleasure so much, so good, stealing the air from your lungs.

"God," he groans, fucking into you even deeper, your slick, tight heat making his head spin, his control crumbling with every thrust. "This pussy's fucking perfect. Taking me so fucking well, baby."

And you? You're losing your mind. You barely know your own name right now. Because what the fuck? He's never fucked you like this before. Sure, Dick always fucks you good, always knows exactly how to work your body, but this? The filthy words, the rough grip on your hips, the way he spanks you without a second thought.

This is something new.

And through the fog of pleasure, through the way he's slamming into your pussy, his thick cock stretching you wide, fucking you so deep you swear he's in your fucking throat, you love it. You love every second of it.

The sting of his palm against your ass. The sting of his cock stuffing you so full, pushing against that perfect, sweet spot inside you over and over. The sting of being used, of being fucked just how you need it.

And him? Dick is barely holding on. Your pussy is squeezing him so fucking tight, like you're trying to pull his soul straight out of his fucking cock.

"Oh, fuck—" he grits his teeth, his hips slamming against your ass, the impact making you jerk against the wall, making you fucking whimper. "This tight little pussy is fucking unreal—"

And then he does it again. Another hard slap to your already tender ass. And you gasp, your walls clenching down so hard around him he nearly fucking chokes.

"Fucking shit," he groans, his fingers digging into your hips, leaving bruises on your soft skin as he pounds into you, lost in the wet, filthy sounds of his dick driving in and out of your dripping cunt. "So fucking tight... gripping me like crazy."

Your pussy's so soaked, so slippery, your wetness leaking all over his cock, down his balls, your thighs, making an absolute mess of both of you.

"Shit—" His head tips back, sweat dripping down his temple as he wrecks you. "Gonna cum for me, pretty girl? Hmm? Gonna make a fucking mess on my dick?"

And fuck, you are. "God, baby, I—"

Your voice shatters, your whole body shuddering as the orgasm slams into you.

Hard. Fast. All at once. It steals the air from your lungs, makes your vision go white, your toes curling, your nails digging into the wall as you sob.

Your pussy pulses around him, clenching and fluttering, so tight he can barely fucking move, his dick struggling against the suffocating squeeze of your convulsing walls.

Your slick gushes out in hot, messy waves, coating his cock, his balls, dripping down your thighs in sticky, glistening streams. Every aftershock makes you jerk, makes your body spasm, your walls gripping him in tight, desperate pulses, milking him for all he's worth. And he feels every ripple, every shudder, every desperate, squeezing tremor that makes his cock throb inside your spasming cunt.

But he doesn't stop. He won't stop.

"Fuck, baby—"

He groans, his voice so thick, so fucked out as he keeps going, fucking you right through your orgasm, his thick cock dragging against your spasming walls, his hands everywhere, grabbing, kneading, spanking.

And your slick? It's fucking everywhere. Dripping out of your swollen cunt, coating his cock, his balls, your trembling thighs, making a sloppy, wet mess between your legs. You barely have time to breathe before you feel it—the slow, teasing glide of his fingers down your belly, slipping lower, brushing over your sweat damp skin before reaching your swollen, aching clit.

"Baby, n-no—"

You whimper, your body shuddering as his fingertips press against the throbbing bud, rubbing tight, slow circles. The touch is too much—you can barely fucking breathe from the overstimulation, from how hard he's fucking you, how deep, every thrust knocking the air out of your lungs.

And he laughs. A deep, dark chuckle, rumbling straight from his chest, so fucking smug as he rubs your clit harder.

"No?" he taunts, his voice thick with mockery—with lust—as he watches your legs tremble, watches your body jerk with every flick of his fingers, watches the way your swollen pussy clamps down around his cock, desperate for relief, even as you try to deny it.

"But you've been such a brat, pretty girl," he hums, his thrusts slowing—deep, shallow strokes that have you seeing fucking stars, the tip of his cock dragging against the soft, hot walls of your pussy, hitting your womb with every heavy grind of his hips. "You were so desperate, weren't you?"

He tuts, rubbing faster, making your whole body jolt, your knees buckling as your arms nearly give out, leaving you gasping, moaning, tears of pleasure blurring your vision.

"Now you're gonna take everything I give you."

His free hand slides up your body, rough and greedy, grabbing at your hips, your waist, your ribs, before reaching your tits.

And then he pulls your dress down. The fabric pools around your waist, leaving your soft, aching breasts bare, and they bounce with every sharp, hungry thrust of his hips.

"Fuck—"

His voice wavers, his movements stuttering for a fraction of a second as he watches, completely fucking mesmerized.

Your tits are perfect. Soft and sensitive, your nipples tight and pebbled, practically begging for his touch.

And he gives it to you. He palms one of them roughly, squeezing, kneading, his thumb teasing over your nipple before rolling it between his fingers, tugging just right, making your back arch, making your cunt pulse around him.

"Dick," you sob, pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave, your body trembling as your orgasm builds again, sharp and intense, growing so fucking fast you can barely think.

He can feel it. The way your pussy flutters around him, the way your thighs shake, the way your moans turn into desperate, high-pitched whimpers. And he doesn't slow down. If anything, he fucks you harder.

"That's it, baby," His voice is thick, dripping with lust, with filth, his fingers still working your swollen clit, his hips snapping forward in that relentless, brutal pace. "Cum for me. Fuck, I need to feel you cum again—"

And then you break. You moan, your body convulsing, your back arching as pleasure rips through you. Your pussy clamps down hard, squeezing his cock so tight, so wet and hot, milking him in the most obscene way. And he groans, long and deep, his fingers digging into your skin as he keeps fucking you through it, drawing it out, making your body tremble with overstimulation.

"God, fuck," he grits, feeling your slick gush out, making a mess, dripping all over his cock, his balls, his thighs. "So fucking tight—"

And he doesn't stop. Not until you shudder under him, not until your body collapses, boneless and spent. He's so fucking close.

He can feel it. That sharp, unbearable heat coiling at the base of his spine, the tight pull in his gut, his whole body tense as he pounds into you, hard and deep, his dick soaked in your wetness. Every thrust pushes his cock against that perfect, spongy spot inside you that has you gasping, whimpering, legs shaking beneath him.

And you—God, you're so fucking tight, so wet, so warm, sucking him in so deep, so desperate.

"F-Fuck," he chokes out, voice ragged, his hand gripping your hip so fucking tight, like he's holding on for dear life.

And you clench around him. Tight, wet, perfect, and he breaks. His whole body jerks as he thrusts deep, hips snapping forward one last time, burying himself to the fucking hilt as his cock pulses inside you.

Thick, hot spurts of cum flood your cunt, filling you up until you feel it, sticky and wet, deep in your belly, so much it seeps out around his cock, leaking down your thighs, mixing with the mess of slick already dripping from your swollen, used pussy.

And it undoes you. The second you feel it—his hot cum spilling inside you, claiming you—you shatter. You sob, your whole body tensing, back arching as pleasure rips through you, as your pussy clenches around him, milking his cock for everything, sucking every last drop from his pulsing length.

Your walls squeeze him, gripping him, and he groans, long and low, his hips jerking, his cock throbbing, spitting more cum inside you, stuffing you so full it drips from your stretched little hole, trailing down in thick, filthy strings.

It's so fucking intense, so overwhelming, your orgasm slamming into you like a tidal wave, leaving you breathless, helpless, your pussy spasming around his cock so fucking tight he chokes on a moan. His hands grip your waist so hard it burns as he forces himself deeper, grinding his dick into your wrecked, soaked cunt, pushing his cum deeper, making a fucking mess of you.

And you cream around him, your slick gushing, your cunt squeezing his still-hard length, milking him, coating him in your release, dripping down your inner thighs in slick, milky streaks.

You're so full, so fucking wrecked, your pussy fluttering, overstimulated, still clamping down around his spent cock like you don't want him to leave, like you want to keep every drop of his hot, thick load inside you.

And he fucks it into you. Even as he trembles, even as his body shudders with every aftershock, he keeps moving. Slow, deep, languid strokes, fucking his cum deeper, feeling the way your walls flutter around him, milking every last drop, until it's too much, until you're both shaking, until neither of you can breathe.

And then he stills. His dick still buried inside you, his body pressed against your back, both of you panting, trembling, moaning soft and breathless into the sweat damp air.

And then he hears it. A sniffle. And just like that, he's back. The haze of lust fades, replaced with something softer, something tender, something so undeniably him.

"My love..."

His voice is soft, low, thick with concern as his arms slip around your waist, pulling you close, his nose nuzzling into your soft hair. "Are you okay?"

And you—God, you can't even speak. Because this was everything. The best fuck of your life. Because it's him. Your boyfriend. The love of your fucking life.

Because he's so perfect, so good to you, even after ruining you like this. And so you just nod, still breathless, your whole body limp against him, sinking into his warmth, his touch, into him.

And he... he can't believe he did that. Because this—this is new. He's always been gentle with you, careful, attentive. Because he adores you, because he wants you to feel safe, to feel cherished, to know that he loves you more than anything. But tonight, fuck, tonight you did something to him. And he liked it. Maybe a little too much.

His lips press against your shoulder—soft, lingering—like an apology, like a silent I've got you.

And he does.

Even as you tremble in his arms, even as you gasp, still shuddering, still fucked out and overwhelmed, he holds you—one arm wrapped tight around you, his other hand slipping down, splaying wide over your soft, aching belly, grounding you in the aftermath of everything.

His touch is everything—soft, gentle, his.

Your breathing is still shaky, uneven, little exhales of pleasure spilling from your lips as you slowly come down—drunk, euphoric, and so fucking warm, floating somewhere between exhaustion and pure, blissful satisfaction.

"Baby..." Your voice is so soft, so breathless, and then you gasp out, "That was... God, I can't even explain it."

And his breath hitches. Because fuck, he suddenly feels bad. Like maybe he pushed you too far, like maybe he should've held back, like maybe he should've stopped, should've made sure you were okay before ruining you like that.

Because you've never told him you like stuff like this. And truth be told, he didn't think he had it in him, either.

But God.

The way you melt into his touch, the way you sigh, blissed out and so fucking content, the way you're smiling, lips parted, breath shallow and slow. Maybe he didn't push you too far. Maybe he gave you exactly what you wanted.

So he swallows, presses his lips to the top of your head, and then he pulls out—slow. Careful.

But still, you whimper, and he winces. "I'm sorry, baby, I—"

But before he can finish, you're turning in his arms, slow and lazy. Your face is flushed, your makeup smudged, lips swollen from how many times you bit them trying to hold back your moans. And still, you are the most beautiful woman he's ever seen.

And then... you giggle. And it wrecks him.

Because you're fucking glowing, drunk and giddy, your arms looping around his neck, your body pressing flush against his, and he can feel it. Your warmth. Your breath. Your happiness. Your love.

And he's looking at you like you just rewrote the stars, like you just changed something in him, like he doesn't know what the fuck to do with himself anymore.

And then you murmur, "I mean it. That was... so fucking good, baby."

And he just laughs, pressing his lips to your forehead, wrapping his arms tight around you, pulling you in, holding you close like he'll never let you go.

"You're impossible, pretty girl."

And you pout, all soft and tired and adorable, and fuck—he needs to kiss you, but before he can, you whisper, "Maybe... but you still love me, don't you?"

And he doesn't even hesitate, "More than anything."

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dating-eveeything · 7 days ago

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Mac romantic hcs please? 🥺 (preferably with a gender neutral reader but whatever you are comfy with writing is ok too!)

Romantic headcanons for: MAC

Featuring: Mac

Fic type: headcanons, fluff!!

No content warning, pretty short length wise, Gender neutral reader :)

Yay!! I love Mac soo much, made me so happy to see this in my inbox ❤️

First of all, once you enter a relationship with Mac your 11.5 hours of screentime a business week skyrockets higher than a person who touches grass could ever imagine.

Mac is pretty in-between when it comes to physical affection; though they tell you late one night that they only like it when you touch their keys or mess with the mouse.

Kisses are an average occurrence, leaning over the side of their chair and grabbing onto your shirt like it's the end of their life to tug you down- Peppering your face in kisses.

Post-getting together they push just a little more for you to get better parts for their system, promising that a new fan would work wonders for both them and you. Of course they understand the hesitation to replace anything, parts are so expensive nowadays, but they know eventually they'll wear you down.

And obviously, not only do they get you to buy things for them, but things for you too. That shirt set you wanted but decided on not getting? They're holding you close and telling you about how nice you would look in them, how good it'll feel to 'treat yourself'.

Sadly, you can't sit on their lap. Their legs don't have the strength to keep up any weight over ~10 pounds. But that doesn't mean you can't still cuddle up to them; Mac can sit on your lap, or the two of you can sit on the floor together under the desk, or you can lay in bed together.

Albeit, Mac doesn't like standing idle, so it might take some work to get them to rest. They always want to be working on something, even if that work ends up being a boring desk job where you really only respond to emails.

They enjoy showing off things they think you'll like, using popups to show you a funny video they saw online, or a jacket that's just your style, it's one of their most common ways of showing they pay attention to you.

Their love language is Parallel Play. Simply sitting next to you and working on separate things is fine with them. Hell, you could be talking to Chance or Dasha and they wouldn't care- as long as you hold their hand and squeeze it from time to time.

Not really the jealous type, they know you on a very intimate level, they know your type; they are your type. It's going to take more than some mediocre pick-up lines over text to get them jealous.

Though, there was this one time where they shut off the show you were watching instead of working because you kept oogling one of the actors. So maybe it isn't as hard as you think?

Flustering them is rather easy, no double clicking needed. Praise gets their fan running quicker than it probably should. They especially enjoy it when you praise them for their smooth running systems after a long day of running some pretty big programs and they'll melt.

#date everything x reader #date everything #de x reader #de!#date everything!#date everything Mac #mac date everything #Mac x reader #fluff #headcanons #dating headcanons

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yourlipstogodsears · 1 month ago

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Teasing and Tasteful Mornings (Jack Abbot Smut!)

Summary: Jack decides to make their lazy morning more exciting. (established relationship, Teasing, dryhumping, fingering, praise, the usual smutty stuff)

He laughs softly, pulling her against him and wrapping his arms around her.

"Because you looked too adorable sleeping in my bed and my shirt. And I figured l'd sit and drink coffee and not wake you yet..." He kisses the top of her head. "So?"

she tackles him down onto the bed.

Laughs loudly as he falls back onto the bed with her on top of him. "Is that a yes you’re okay that I did that or are you trying to tackle me into submission?" He wraps his arms around her waist, keeping her pinned to his chest. "Because either way, I like where this is going."

she kisses him, mmm good

He smiles against her lips, kissing her back deeply. "I love you." He runs his hands up her back, pulling her even closer.

He grins, flipping them over so that he's on top. He starts trailing kisses down her neck and collarbone. "I can wake you up early when I get up if you’d rather…." He mumbles against her skin, already starting to get distracted by her.

“mmm” she hums “ god forbid you let me sleep on our rare day off…”

He chuckles softly, knowing exactly what she means. He pulls back slightly to look into her eyes, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Sleeping in it is." He leans down to kiss her deeply, his hands exploring her body under the shirt she's wearing.

she spreads her legs to allow his hips between them.

He slides between her legs perfectly, his growing hardness pressing against her center through their clothes. One hand holds himself up next to her head while the other traces patterns along her bare thigh. "You know, I'm starting to think you only want me for my body,"

“I’m starting to think you need these pj bottoms off..”

He laughs, the vibrations rumbling through his chest. He quickly strips off his pajama pants, tossing them aside carelessly. His hard length springs free, pressing directly against her core now. "Better?" He asks teasingly, grinding his hips slowly against hers.

she moans “yes-”

He grins, loving the sound of her moans.

He leans down to kiss her again, his hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm against her. "God, I love how you feel against me." He whispers against her lips, his hands sliding under her shirt to cup her breasts.

she reaches down to take her panties off.

He stops her hand with his own, holding it gently. "Leave them on." He commands softly, his voice low and husky. He kisses her again, his hips continuing to move slowly against hers. Through the thin fabric of her panties, he can feel how wet she's already becoming.

She whines, “why”

He laughs softly, his hips jerking slightly against hers. "Because it'll feel good like this." He explains softly, his voice dropping an octave. He spreads her legs wider with his thighs, hitting her higher with each thrust against her panties."No condom, just fabric."

“I'm not dry humping you like a teenager”

He chuckles deeply, nipping at her bottom lip playfully. "Oh, believe me, beautiful..." He grinds against her harder, pressing right against her clit through the thin fabric. "This is far from teenage dry humping."

she whines and arches “that's so unfair”

He smirks, knowing he has her right where he wants her. "Life isn't always fair." He grinds against her again, hitting that sweet spot perfectly. "And besides," He leans down to whisper in her ear, "I'm not just rubbing against you like some horny teenager.”

“Mmm please Jack”

"Please what? He continues the maddening rhythm, his lips trailing down her neck. "Please fuck you?" His thumb hooks into the edge of her panties briefly, teasing her entrance but not quite sliding inside. "Or please make you come all over my cock through your panties?”

Mmm, she whines

"Those moans are killing me, beautiful." He continues the torturously slow grind, making sure to hit her clit with each movement. He leans down to catch her bottom lip between his teeth. "You want more pressure here? *He asks, pressing harder against her through the wet fabric."

she whines and gasps “fuck- don't make me cum”

He smirks devilishly, knowing exactly what he's doing to her. "Then tell me to stop." He grinds against her harder, faster, his hand moving to keep her panties in place. "Because from where I'm sitting, you're damn close."

she blushes, finding it a little embarrassing how close she is to cumming like this

He notices her blush and softens his expression, but doesn't stop the slow grind against her. He knows she's close and he loves seeing her like this— flushed and embarrassed but incredibly turned on. "There's nothing wrong with coming like this." He whispers softly, "In fact,"

"It's fucking sexy as hell." He leans down to kiss her gently, his hips never stopping their slow, sensual movement against her. "You have no idea how hot it is to see you like this…all flushed and needy, ready to come undone from just a little friction."

He groans softly, feeling his own arousal growing more intense. He loves her little sounds and knows he's pushing her right to the edge. "Goddamn, those noises..." He grinds against her harder, hitting her clit with more force. "You're so fucking close."

“So- close”

His self-control is impressive. He knows he's essentially dry humping her, making that wet spot on her panties bigger with each thrust. He spreads her legs wider with his thighs, going deeper. “Baby, answer me one question." He growls softly."Mmm?"

“Mmm yeah?”

"How badly do you want to come right now?" He increases pressure slightly, knowing exactly where she's most sensitive. "Would you hate me if I made you cum like this through your panties?" He whispers against her ear, his breath hot. "In about five more thrusts?"

“Mmm it's so embarrassing” she whines into his shoulder.

He groans deeply at the whine, his hips moving harder against her. “Embarrassing is fucking cute." He presses his lips against her neck gently.

"And I promise not to tell anyone how my woman came apart from getting fucked through her panties."

“You better not-“ all heat is silent on her tongue with a rock of his hips.

His breath catches at her reaction, feeling her about to lose control. He presses against her harder, faster, hitting that perfect spot over and over.

"Shit..." He murmurs against her neck, knowing she's seconds away. "You're soaking through your panties..."

she grips him tight, “don't move much just rut”

He freezes slightly, then grinds against her shallowly and slowly-small thrusts with a lot of pressure. He gets it. She's close and she doesn't want it too intense. He spreads her legs wider with his thighs, rutting softly.

she cums hard soaking his cock through the layer of lace. His eyes roll back slightly. He swallows hard, his hips moving slightly faster as he realizes he's made her come just from dry humping her. He pulls back to look down at her panties-wet spot big and dark. He groans softly, pushing his hips forward again slowly.

"Holy..."she pants

He leans down to kiss her neck gently, continuing the slow, shallow thrusts against her soaking wet pussy through her lace underwear. "You came so fucking hard, baby." He groans softly against her neck.

"Look at your fucking underwear." He hums against her neck, “They're soaked. So fucking wet." He kisses her neck again, his hands gripping her hips possessively. "I can feel how warm your pussy is through them."

He continues to grind against her slowly, knowing she's sensitive now. "Goddamn, baby."

“Mmm feels so warm”, she blushes beet red.

He runs his nose along her jaw line, enjoying her blush - completely turned on by how sensitive and sweet she is.

"You know what's fucking crazy?" He continues slow, gentle thrusts, barely enough to feel but keeping her arousal going.

"I can feel how warm and puffy your pussy is through your underwear." He presses his hips forward, making her feel his hard length through the fabric.

"And I can feel how hard your clit is." He kisses her neck softly. "It's sticking out through the lace.”

“Mmm gonna take care of my creamy pussy?”

"Fuck..." His breath catches at those words. "Yes ma'am, I sure am. But first..." He continues the slow grinding motion, not wanting to stop touching her. "First, let me just..." He presses against her clit directly with the head of his cock through the fabric.

she whines softly.

"Mmm, yeah." He presses harder, moving his hips in slow circles. "Let me just enjoy your wet little pussy for a second through your underwear." He groans softly, knowing he's being ridiculous but completely addicted to the warmth and wetness he feels.

she blushes at his words and nods.

He smiles softly against her neck, his hands squeezing her hips gently as he continues the slow, teasing circles against her clit through her soaked underwear. "That's my good girl." He murmurs softly. "Just let me play with your pretty pussy for a little bit longer like this."

she nods, god he's so hot when he talks dirty with her.

His self-control is impressive. He knows he's dry humping her pussy through her underwear like a teenager. He Spreads her legs wider with his thighs, watching her face get redder with his dirty talk.

He realizes she loves it. He presses harder against her clit. "Baby?"

"Does my sweet girl like it when I talk dirty to her while I grind against her little pussy?" He keeps a steady, firm pressure on her clit, feeling it swell against his cock. "You getting all red and cute for me? Knowing I'm making your panties soaking wet..”

"Good fucking girl." His self-control is really starting to break. The way she just melted at 'Yes sir' makes his cock ache.

"You know what l'm imagining right now?" He maintains the slow, steady rhythm on her clit.

"I'm imagining pushing these wet little underwear to the side and sinking my big dick inside your tiny pussy." His voice gets lower, rougher. "I bet you'd be so fucking tight, your little cunt gripping my big dick so good." He bites her neck softly.

she gasps and whines at the mental image, she swears she can almost feel it and he hasn't even done it.

"Would you like that, baby? Having your tight little pussy stuffed full of my cock?" He continues the slow grind, knowing he's driving her crazy. "Would you take it like a good girl? Would you let me fuck you deep and slow?" His breathing is getting heavier.

“Mhmm please Jack”

"Fuck, baby." He groans softly, his hips moving faster against her clit. "You know what I want to do?" He kisses her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth as he speaks. "I want to rip these fucking panties off and fuck you right here."

“Please” she whines.

His self-control almost snaps. He loves reducing her to needy whines and soft cries. He spreads her legs wider with his thighs, knowing her underwear are the only thing between his big dick and her tight little pussy. "Baby?"

“Yes sir?”

"I'm gonna start fucking you through your underwear, okay?" He looks her in the eyes, checking for consent. "I'm gonna grind my cock against your clit until you soak through these panties and make a mess of your bed." He waits for her nod before continuing the movement.

she blushes, “you wanna do it again..?!”

He smirks, loving her innocence and eagerness. "Fuck yes, I do." He presses his cock harder against her clit, feeling the wetness soaking through her underwear. "You like when I rub my big dick against your little pussy like this?"

“You wanna make me cum a second time just grinding?” She mumbles and asked.

"Mhmm, I do." He kisses her deeply, his tongue swirling with hers as he starts to pick up the pace, grinding his clothed cock against her clit harder and faster. "I wanna make you squirt all over these pretty panties and ruin them for me."

"If I slide my fingers under your panties right now and touch your pussy, would you be wet and swollen for me?"

she nods.

"Fucking hell." He groans softly, his hips moving faster as he imagines her perfect little pussy. "Let me check real quick." Before she can even respond, he slides his hand under her underwear, finding her soaking wet and completely drenched “Jesus Christ” he mutters.

she hums covered in my own cum covered lace.

"Fuck, baby." He groans, his cock throbbing at the sight and feel of her.

He rubs her clit gently, spreading her wetness around. "These panties are fucking ruined now." He grinds his cock against her clit harder through their clothes.

"You know what I want to do now?" He asks, his voice low and husky as he continues to grind against her. "I want to take these panties off and see how much of a mess you made." He slips his fingers under the waistband, slowly pulling them down.

As he pulls her panties down, he can see the glistening wetness on her thighs and the soaked fabric. "Fucking hell, baby." He tosses the panties aside, revealing her swollen pussy lips. "Look at you. You're fucking drenched."

“Mmhmm” her pussy coated in her cum, more cum at her opening.

His eyes darken as he takes in the sight before him. Her pussy is literally dripping with her own cum, some of it even leaking out onto her bedsheets. He swallows hard, his self-control hanging by a thread. "Spread your legs wider for me, baby."

As she spreads her legs, he gets an even better view of her messy little pussy. He can see how puffy and swollen her lips are, and how her hole is gaping slightly, more cum leaking out. "Jesus Christ, you're a fucking mess."

“Please Jack... need you”

His control snaps. He quickly grabs her thighs and pulls them over his arms, spreading her wide open before him like a feast. "Fuck it." He lines himself up with her dripping entrance.

she gasps softly as his thick tip pushes in. He has such a pretty cock- atleast 7 inches, big viens that drag against her walls beautifully, trimmed pubes, circumcised.

"Fuck, baby..." He slowly pushes more of himself inside her tight little pussy, watching as her cum coats his cock.

"Look how fucking perfect you take me..." He enters her inch by inch, feeling her walls stretch around him. "Your fucking cream all over my dick..."

she nods with her mouth softly agape.

He bottoms out inside her with a grunt, his hips flush against her thighs. He's fully sheathed in her tight, messy pussy.

"Fuck….. I'm all the way in." He pulls out slowly, watching her cum slide down his shaft before pushing back in just as slow.

Mmm feel good?

"Fuck yes, baby." He groans, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm as he fucks her. "Your pussy feels so fucking good. So tight and wet." He leans down to kiss her softly, his cock still moving in and out of her.

she kisses back moaning softly.

He deepens the kiss, his tongue dancing with hers as he picks up the pace. He starts to fuck her harder, his hips slamming against hers with each thrust.

The sound of their skin slapping together fills the room, along with her soft moans. "You like that, baby?"

“so fuckin good”

"Mmm, fuck yeah it is." He grunts, one hand reaching down to play with her clit as he pounds into her. "Your pussy is so fucking messy and perfect..." He hits a spot deep inside her that makes her eyes roll back.

she arches and her eyes roll “fill me so well” she mumbles the pleasure taking her strength to speak.

"Fuck, baby, you feel so good when you're like this." He groans, his cock swelling inside her as he continues to hit that spot over and over. "You want me to fill you up, don't you?" He asks, knowing full well that she does.

“Mhmm”

His self-control disappears. He spreads her legs wider apart and lifts them up higher, changing the angle. He starts hammering into her little pussy like a madman, each thrust going deep and hard. Her tits bounce with each thrust, her mouth open in a silent O. "Damn baby-“

she grips the sheets, moaning and whining and squealing when he hits just right.

He leans down and takes one of her hard nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting on it as he continues to fuck her senseless. He can feel her getting tighter around him, her pussy starting to flutter and clench. "Fuck, baby, you're gonna make me cum..."

“Fuck l'm so close- don't stop please don't stop-“

"I'm not gonna stop, baby. I'm gonna fuck this messy little pussy until I fill it up." He growls, his hips moving faster and harder. He can feel himself getting ready to blow his load deep inside her.

"You gonna cum with me, baby?"

“Yes yes yes!” she chants she's right at the edge, each thrust sending her teetering on climax.

"Fuck yeah, cum for me." He roars, his cock swelling to its maximum size inside her as he slams home one final time. He holds himself deep as his hot load starts to erupt, filling her tiny pussy with thick streams of cum. “Ugnngh fuck-!" He hisses.

she whines at the warm as she cums with him, their combined fluid overflows as he starts to buck his hips, each buck pushes their cum leaking onto the bed.

He continues to slowly move his hips, milking out the last of his cum into her as he kisses her deeply. He pulls out and watches as his cum leaks out of her well used hole and onto the bed. He smirks and pulls her close. "You did so good, baby."

He kisses her forehead gently, knowing she's sensitive and tired after being fucked so hard. He pulls her onto his lap and starts playing with her messy pussy, spreading his cum around. "You're all full of my cum now." He murmurs possessively. "So fucking cute."

He squeezes her ass, his fingers still playing with her messy hole.

"I love seeing you all messy and used like this. My good girl." He praises her, his voice low and filled with desire for more.

she whines softly “you love playin with it huh”

"Mhmm." He slides a finger slowly inside her, feeling his own cum dripping out.

"Your messy little pussy is fucking addictive. I could play with it all day." He kisses her neck softly. "Does it feel good when I do this?"

she whines “yes-“ she loves when he kisses her neck and fingers her.

He smiles against her neck, his finger moving in and out of her slowly. He adds a second finger, stretching her a little more as he kisses and bites her neck He loves how responsive she is after being fucked so hard. "Spread your legs wider for me."

He slips a third finger into her pussy, stretching her wide and making her moan softly. He loves how easily she takes him now that she's so wet and messy from their sex. "Such a good girl for me." He praises her while moving his fingers faster inside her.

she whines and her hips buck to his hand

He chuckles and holds her hips down, keeping his fingers buried deep as he curls them up to hit her spot. "Shh, baby.

Just let me play with my messy little pussy." He whispers against her neck, his fingers moving in and out at a steady pace.

she whines and pushes her face into his neck, it's the only way she can settle and let him play.

He smiles softly and spreads her legs wider apart, giving him better access.

He starts moving his fingers slower and deeper, watching her little body react to his touch. He loves that she's so sensitive and needy after good sex.

she hums and whines against his pulse point “Jack-“

"Mmm?" He picks up his pace slightly, knowing she's getting close again. He loves hearing his name like that - needy and breathless. "What do you need, baby?" He asks in a low whisper, his fingers driving in and out of her soaked, messy pussy

Gonna cum- her voice is whiny, like she's unsure of if it's okay or not.

He smiles against her neck and curls his fingers up, hitting her spot perfectly as he bites down gently on her neck. "Then cum for me, baby. Cum all over my fingers like a good girl." His voice is commanding yet gentle, encouraging her release.

she cums hard for a third time tonight.

Abbot’s been keeping count. 5 is her limit

He smiles as she cums around his fingers, her body convulsing with pleasure. He keeps his fingers moving slowly through her orgasm, drawing it out as long as possible. Once she starts to come down, he slowly pulls his fingers out and brings them up to her mouth. "Clean them off, baby."

she opens her mouth instantly.

He pushes his fingers into her mouth, coating her tongue with their combined tastes. He watches as she sucks and licks his fingers clean, her eyes fluttering shut in contentment. "Good girl." He praises her softly, removing his fingers when they're clean.

her lips chase his fingers, she likes sucking on them.

He smiles at her cute habit and slips his fingers back into her mouth. She immediately starts sucking again, humming softly as she sucks. "You really like sucking on my fingers, don't you?" He asks quietly, his other hand squeezing her ass possessively. "So fucking cute."

she drools softly as their combined cum drips onto his strong thighs.

His eyes darken as he watches her drool and his own cum drip down his thighs.

He's suddenly hit with a dirty thought.

He pulls his fingers out of her mouth slowly, watching more saliva and cum drip out. "Baby?"He calls softly, his voice lower than before.

"I want you to lick my cum off my thighs..." He watches her reaction carefully, knowing he's pushing her boundaries but turned on at the idea of her sweet little tongue cleaning up their mess. His hand squeezes her ass tighter. "Only if you want to, baby."

she blushes, “I made a mess on your thighs?”

He nods, his eyes burning with desire as he watches her blush. "Yeah, you did.

Our cum is all over my thighs right now.

I want you to lick it off for me." He spreads his legs wider, giving her a better view of the mess she made.

she grinds her pussy on his thigh getting it covered.

His eyes roll back as she intentionally grinds her soaked pussy on his thigh, spreading more cum and her own arousal. "Fuck... you're making it worse now." He hisses, his hands gripping her hips to hold her still. "Stop teasing me and just lick it off already."

she hum and dismounts and lays between his legs and runs her tongue the length of his thigh, her tongue capturing the release and pulls back and shows him before swallowing.

He watches in awe as she lays between his thighs and starts licking his thigh clean. His heart races at the sight of her small tongue lapping up their combined release. When she pulls back and shows him before swallowing, he groans loudly, his dick twitching back to life.

"Holy fuck..."

"Jesus..." He mutters softly, watching her innocent face pucker slightly to taste their combined release. He finds it surprisingly hot. He watches her small tongue dart out again to lick more off his inner thigh.

Afterwards Jack walks to the bathroom with a slight gait in his steps. He needs to take his prosthetic off and relax. So they get cleaned up and lay on the bed in light layers of clothes. Her body drapes over his. She kisses his tan freckled skin.

“Jesus Christ is he a Keeper or what?” is all her mind can think.

#the pitt #the pitt fic #dr jack abbot #jack abbot #abbot x reader #jack abbot x you #jack abbot x female reader #jack abbot x reader #jackabbotbrainrott

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shadow4-1 · 1 year ago

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I'm just imagining the 141 looking for a medic because all of the ones they sign on keep dying or getting poached by other task forces. And you're a baby medic who is shadowing your higher rank and well esteemed teacher (who is actually the one on the 141's radar). But something goes horribly wrong...

You've done everything you possibly can but he's still drowning in his own blood.

He's tried walking you through everything through wheezing, wet breaths. He has a knowing look in his eye, this isn't working and it won't work. You're in the EVAC helicopter, but the time it'll take to get you back to base is too long.

"I-I'm sorry." You whimper, tears forming on your lashes. "I'm not a very good student."

Your mentor smiles sadly, his eyes glassy. He was always sweet to you when he was no nonsense with everyone else.

"You're doing great, kid." He huffs, blood leaking out the corner of his mouth. He winces and sputters up more but you're there. You try to fill up his vision and give him something to focus on. "People crash. Don't give up on 'em till it's over."

You cradle his head, memorize every wrinkle, scar, and patch on his kit. And then, it hits you.

He's right, its not over yet.

You rip through your medical supplies with shaking hands. It feels like it takes forever but it's merely seconds before you're sticking a needle from your vein into his. You watch the bag as it quickly fills with your blood before entering into him.

Your mentor chuckles and shakes his head weakly. This is nowhere near anything he taught you. But he knows it might just save his life since you're both the same blood type.

You go through multiple more needles releasing pressure on his lungs until he's even more stable than before. He finally has a shot and that's all that matters.

You're so close. Fifteen minutes out when he starts to crash again. You've exhausted everything. Your medical supplies are dwindling. You have no more blood to give. Your teacher just continues to smile at you. And he keeps smiling at you and he keeps smiling at you. You rub at his face, his eyes are far away. You feel for his pulse.

You scream.

It's not one of fear, but a deep, mournful cry. You turned your comms off forever ago but you know everyone could hear you, even through the wind. It carries your scream off and away as the heli's motors clip around you. You feel empty. He was supposed to teach you more. He was supposed to live.

You scream again and throw yourself over him. You sob and scream and grab at him, trying desperately to look for vitals. You know you won't find one but you're delirious. He's supposed to live! You did everything right!

Tears blur your vision but you notice someone out of the corner of your eye. It's one of the members of a different task force assigned to help your squad with this now terribly failed mission. He's their Captain, you think. He tries to reach down but you hiss at him. You don't care about rank. You don't care about the social ramifications. You scream to be heard over the wind.

"DON'T TOUCH HIM!"

The man's eyes soften. You don't imagine what you look like. You probably look wild, feral, gnashing your teeth and growling. You don't care. He's YOUR teacher, he's YOUR responsibility. Quite frankly, you don't trust any of the other strangers watching you. You hiss at them too. Then you cry again.

You bury your face into your now dead mentor's chest and sob.

- - - - -

The look in your eye is like nothing he's ever seen before in a medic.

Price had watched you exhaust every possible avenue to save your superior's life. When all else failed you gave him your own blood. And when he finally succumbed to his injuries you threw yourself over him, not allowing anyone or anything to get close.

Even when they arrived on base, when your other superiors tired to swoop in, you stood your ground.

"I don't care! Even in death he's MY patient!" You yelled at your own Captain.

And surpisingly, they let you take care of him to the end. They even let you escort his body to the morgue. It's where Price finds you hours later.

You sit in a rusty old folding chair just outside the morgue doors. Your eyes are glazed over, far away, and still brimming with tears. He kneels in front of you to get on your level. He doesn't say anything, just waits for you to finally see him. You blink slowly and look up at him.

"I-I'm sorry..." You apologize. "I d-didn't mean t-"

"It's alright, Love." He hums and offers you a tight smile. "I understand."

He pats your knee in a fatherly way before standing up. His knees pop and he winces. You immediately stand up, your eyes searching him up and down.

"S' alright, I promise. Just a lil' stiff s' all." He soothes. "I need you to come with me."

He notices how your pretty lil' eyes widen. He shakes his head and offers a hand to help you out of the chair.

"You're not n' any trouble, sweetheart. I just want to talk with you."

He looks down at you with a knowing, sweet smile.

Your commitment is exactly what he's looking for.

#cod imagines #mw2 #call of duty #mw2 headcanons #cod mwii #captain price #price x reader #captain john price #john price

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newrochellechallenger2019 · 2 months ago

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line cook!art who makes you hold his cigarette while he's fucking you because it's 'easier'... hmmm........ hm....................

ava i could kiss you right now...thank you...

a ticket.

"your place or mine?" scrawled on the back of table 49's order in his familiar handwriting. you'd been wondering when this 'invitation' would appear, ever since you'd caught art's eye as he leaned on the doorframe of the kitchen, his arm muscles flexed. you'd heard the rumours, the warnings from other servers when you'd started, "don't ever sleep with the line cooks!" "are you crazy? it'll fuck up the whole job!" but art was different from the other line cooks, he wasn't some constantly hungover teenager or the 50yr old man who you were 99% sure sold drugs on the side. so, you started rolling up your skirts just a little higher, leaning over the counter just enough that your boobs pushed up in the right way and it worked. art noticed, and he reciprocated, leaving you leftover fries or hashbrowns on the side of the kitchen, for which you were incredibly grateful.

"yours" you scribble back hastily with a smile on your face, walking back to the kitchen, making some excuse about forgotten items on the ticket to the other servers eyeing you suspiciously as you pass by, handing the order back to art, who just offers a small, innocuous nod in response.

art's waiting for you when you clock out, leaning against a car that must be older than either of you, arms folded across his chest in a way that makes the muscles bulge yet again and you fight the urge to giggle like a schoolgirl at the sight. your eyes drift back to the car to distract yourself, noting the dented wing mirror and scratched doors.

'grandma's.' he offers as a curt response to his old car before you even open your mouth to ask.

you nod awkwardly, 'how is she?' you say out of bumbling politeness.

'she died.' he shrugs, though you note the flicker of grief in his eyes when he says it.

'i'm sorry.' you mumble sympathetically, holding his gentle gaze.

art looks away from you at that, running his hand through his unkempt hair and opening the passenger door. you take the hint and scurry over, slipping into the seat and he winks at you as he shuts the door, back to the art you knew.

he walked round and got in the driver's seat, the car spluttered to life and he put his arm round your headrest to see if he could pull out safely and you blush, unbeknownst to you he spots the pink dusting your cheeks and smirks.

the journey to his place is fairly silent and outside your window the bustling city centre is slowly fading into downtown, the streets getting quieter and more deprived. art's humming beside you, tapping his calloused fingers against the steering wheel in tune to some rock band cd you don't know.

pulling into a backstreet, an apartment building slowly comes into view as art parks deftly, car creaking slightly as he does. he gets out the car and comes round to open your door, and you step out, his arm going round your waist protectively as he ushers you into the building.

'elevator broke weeks ago' he mutters, shaking his head in disappointment as you glance at the taped up silver doors and back at the steep staircase. art seemed to realise your fear and nudged you playfully, 'don't worry baby, i'm only on the first floor.'

baby. that pet name sent shivers down you spine and you struggled to keep your composure as you nodded in acknowledgement before the two of you climbed the stairs, his arm encircling your waist even tighter.

'welcome...' art grins as he turns his jangling keys in the lock, '...to Casa Donaldson' he jokes, stepping inside the apartment with his arms outstretched.

it was crappy, no other way to describe it. a dimly lit studio apartment with a few standard kitchen counters on your left, a minuscule bathroom to your right and just beyond the kitchen island is his bed, the bed. you're surprised it even has a bedframe based on how bare the rest of the place is.

art steps back towards you, cutting the impromptu judgemental tour in your head short. he's taller but not by much, just enough for him to tilt your chin to face him, a flirtatious smirk on his face as he looks you up and down. 'now...where were we?' he leans down, blue-green eyes closing as he press his lips to your supple ones.

you gasp into the kiss, melting into the feeling as he pulls you closer, your bodies moulding into one. at some point the kisses grow hungry, tongues colliding between parted mouths, and your back hits the door as art cages you in. 'you're so hot baby' he murmurs between hot kisses, fingers unbuttoning your white work blouse. 'c'mon doll show me those pretty tits of yours' he growls against your neck, his hands snaking down to your bra and pushing your chest up and you whine. 'you like showing these off huh? tryna get my attention that badly?' he taunts as he unclips your bra, 'mmph...yes...' you pant, your hands roaming all over his body desperately.

'well...you've got it' he grunts, his hands slipping under your thighs and lifting you so you have no choice but to wrap your legs around his waist, feeling the bulge in his trousers start to grow. he drops you unceremoniously on the bed, lifting your hips to slide your work skirt off and reveal your lacy panties. 'wearing these for me too?' he teases with a devilish smirk, finger slowly running up the fabric and you squirm, 'art-'. wordlessly, he slides the panties off your legs and tosses them onto the wooden floors of his apartment, his own trousers and boxers following suit. he leans back down and captures your lips in a ravenous sloppy kiss, before pulling away. 'c'mere doll' he says, crooking a finger and you sit up, surprised. 'here.' he repeats, patting his lap, his cock standing to attention.

you shuffle over towards his lap under his watchful eye, and he grips your hips, lifting you onto his cock. you feel the tip start to penetrate you and you squeak, 'that's it...' he purrs encouragingly as you sick down on his cock. it's big and you can feel it stretching your walls and you moan, 'ngh- oh-' until you bottom out and art groans, throwing his head back, 'fuck...yep...good girl...' he says through gritted teeth. your brain short circuits at 'good girl' but you remember something about coconut so you slowly start to move on his lap and art's breath comes in short pants, hands gripping your hips so hard you know they'll be marks left there tomorrow.

however, it doesn't take long before art starts to get bored, your movements not creating any stimulation for him. he reaches down and grabs a cigarette from the jacket crumpled on the floor beside the bed and you still, 'did i-?' 'one sec baby' he interrupts you, thumb flicking at a lighter as the cigarette catches flame, he takes a long drag and breathes out a plume of smoke whilst you stare at him in shock. 'could you hold this for me doll?' he smirks, slipping the cigarette between your teeth and you cough in surprise, smoke spluttering from your mouth. 'thank you' he pats your cheek mockingly before his hands return to your hips, 'now...baby...may i help? he croons and you nod dumbly.

art starts to lift his hips up into you and you gasp, his tip hitting your gspot roughly, 'mm-ngh-' comes art's moans as you flop around like a ragdoll in his lap as he repeatedly rams into that spot that makes you see stars from below. 'oh! oh!' you shriek, as art leans in and takes the cigarette from your mouth with his own, inhaling smoke with pleasure. you clench around him and he moans, 'oh baby-hughh- that's- yeah-' as he feels himself nearing release. his lifting hips become more erratic as he continues to pump into you, 'i'm- uh- fuck- i'm gonna-' is all he can manage before he's shooting his load into your tight pussy and you gasp, eyes wide as you feel his seed fill you and that action is enough to cause you to clench around him, 'art please- please-' you burble as you cum on his cock, draining ever last drop from him as your juices swirl with his own. you rest your head on his shoulder as you come down from the high, both of you panting in unision. 'please tell me you're on birth control' he pants and you nod meekly, 'oh thank god' he murmurs, slowly helping you off his cock and into the bathroom, seeing your own slick coating your thighs and smirking with pride.

you're awoken the next morning by an empty space beside you and the sound of cooking. you open one bleary eye and see art stood at the kitchen island. he winks at you 'and here i thought i'd killed you with my mega cock' he laughs and you groan, turning your face away and hiding in the sheets in shame. there's a creak as he sits down on the bed beside you and holds out a plate, 'grilled cheese?'.

tags: @blastzachilles @s0ftcobra @femme-lusts @glennussy @cha11engers @stanart4clearskin

#reader is not a virgin but is sexually inexperienced #first server job give her a break #thanks again ava!!!#merry writes 𓋼𓍊 #barely proofread idc #art donaldson #art donaldson x reader #art donaldson smut #art donaldson x you #challengers movie #challengers smut #challengers #challengers 2024 #line cook!art #line cook!art donaldson #merry's inbox 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

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hellenhighwater · 2 months ago

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Ho sorry to bother you

I’ve been lurking for a while loving all your sculptures and your kitties!

I’ve had cats my whole life, but they’ve always been short-haired. I rescued a long-haired stray not too long ago and unfortunately had to get most of his fur shaved off due to matting.

Now it’s grown back to a decent length and I was wondering if you had any tips or tricks to keep his fur from matting again.

Malice, Vice, and Mayhem always have the prettiest looking coats so I was curious if you used any particular brush for them and how often do you groom them?

Thanks so much for giving us awesome kitty content! Hope ya’ll have a wonderful day!

Brush regularly! I mostly use an undercoat rake, a slicker brush, and a regular hairbrush. Mayhem and Vice don't actually need help with their coats (that may change when Maybe outgrows her baby fluff) but Malice absolutely does. She's got incredibly dense fur that she doesn't do a great job with on her own. The undercoat rake is going to do the most to prevent matting near the skin.

Malice is very, very prone to matting, more that any other cat I've had. And she haaaaates being brushed, even when bribed. She does prefer a wet brush, though-- it's less staticy. I just dunk the brush in a container of water intermittently, which does also make the shed fur easier to gather up.

I've tried a lot of different brushes with her and haven't come across any she prefers, so I'm sticking with the effective undercoat brush and bribing her. I should note that if a mat does form, I often cut it out instead of trying to brush it. I'll brush out what I can, but she doesn't mind the little round-tipped fur scissors at all and it's less stressful for her. Sure, it'll occasionally result in a little short patch, but it's less stressful for her and that's a higher priority than her looks. I try to finger-comb knots out too, which is also less hated than the brush.

It may be that now that your cat is in better living conditions, he'll be able to keep up with his coat without help-- it really does depend on the individual and the coat texture.

#malice holds grudges about being brushed but also forgets them if i lay down because Horizontal Me is her favorite person

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tarotbyjam24 · 3 months ago

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Pick a card : your 1st meeting with your future spouse

this reading is a Collab w one and only @intutive-peechu 🦕

Masterlist \pick a piles feedbacks

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Likes , reblogs and feedbacks are very much appreciated 💗Thankyou for stopping by let's dive in ☄️ Choose the pile you feel most drawn to 🧸

Disclaimer: this is general reading . It may or may not resonate . If reading doesn't resonate let it fly and choose another pile or simply there were no messages for you through this reading 😊 Take the reading lightly as nothing's set in stone until you believe so 🕊️

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Pile एक

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Hi pile 1 , excited to meet them already? Your 1st meeting is gonna happen when some of your relationships fall apart and you decide to walk away from them in hope of having new good connections for you . When you and your fs you both may want to create something like you guys meet each other through some project collabs. You both initially won't be talking to each other than about work because you may feel somewhat closed off because of your past relationships doesn't specifically have to be with your lovers it can be with anyone. But you both were meant to meet each other because universe have already created a path for you which you both will be walking down together. I can already see a vision of you and your spouse walking down the aisle together which will feel like a path to heaven . You both may share few drinks on your first meet after getting your works done. Your 1st meeting can happen in winters but you'll be wearing your summer clothes hahaa and they'll be all packed with the clothes. You both will be secretly taking glances of each other and trying to hide your smile by looking away . Even tho you both won't be opening upto each other that much but you both will be receptive with eachother you both will be willing to accept each other as you both giving . It's giving we listen and we don't judge hahaa. You both will try to be open minded at your 1st meet. You both may think that you both aren't capable but you both will lowkey want be with eachother and already could have imagined few marriage scenarios. You both will want to to keep each other in your future plans. After few dates you both will open your chained mouths and start telling each other how both of you feel about each other . Initially you both will only want to try out worldy things but nothing too deep like going out t,trying things together. You both giving introverts at first but after few days we turn into extrovert. But trust me it'll proceed into something more amazing . Thank you for reading 😊

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So when I first time try to channel your pile I got nothing but darkness, and when I was writing this in my textbook my pen died in middle so I think the time when you meet your fs you guys will be going through some problem not a huge one no I'm not getting it but can be work related which make you tensed. So I think meeting with your fs will be unexpected for you , I saw guys you will meet your spouse in a party 🎉 your fs will be someone on higher position I heard " boss " so they can be actually a boss . Some of you in this pile might work in related to media , news , article, journalism etc. They will be someone known in their work or will be famous between people related to their career. People does respect them a lot I saw a scenario where a man come to attend a party and the time he come down from his car camera light started to flash, and then his eyes meet with someone for brief second before he entered inside ( that someone is probably you ) anddd.....( no his not a celebrity the time I write all this down this msg come soo soon that write this down it's imp ) so no guys they are not celebrity!! Your partner will have an attitude in them , positive negative don't know but chances are you will be getting irritated by them lol 😂

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Pile तीन

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Hi pile 3, your first meeting with your spouse is going to be amazing. You both will be mirroring each other perfectly. You both will feel compatible right after your first meet. But still you may think how come we both get so well with each other being lil skeptical. You'll be dressed beautifully. Your hairs can be tied up when you meet them . Your life may be throwing lemons at you . But after you meet them your heart will a strange wave of peace which you may not find familiar. You'll feel you suddenly got lucky strike or is god mistakenly blessing you with other's blessings but no lol it's all for you . You'll want be a kid when you meet them may even feel sleepy because of how much warmth is suddenly nature is oozing after meeting them. If you are wondering you'll be getting your dream spouse or not the answer is yes you'll get them. When you meet them for first they will be well established already . So there won't be any space left for worries . They'll treat you amazingly. They can even treat you like a child if you would want to be . Anyways they'll be spoiling you right after you meet them . Your first meeting can be set up by your parents. They'll be dressed well too. You may fall for them on first sight because of how handsome they look and their smirk oops 😩 . Your charming prince's\princess's eyes are so seductive . They can have a angular face too that catches up with modern beauty standards . Thank you for reading 😊 I feel pile 3 may feel confused choosing between pile 2 and 4 too or might read another pile instead of pile 3 .

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Hello pile 4 🥰 for you guys I'm getting two different scenarios but there something is common in them Nature , greenery, flower and trees . So the first scenario is that , that you guys may meet your fs in a garden or park . Where people go for a walk or for doing stretching, yoga etc. I saw scenario where a man holding a peace of paper in his hand walk towards a girl asking for address but the time that girl saw his face her mind got blank like this peaceful feeling washed over me so I think you guys will be the one to hooked . I mean to fall in love with them ( it's cute ) and for another scenario I saw that you guys might go for camping or hiking and loose the track of people and get lost and then you will be meeting your fs they will help you to find your way . Hmm now they can be the guide of group or they come for hiking too , but the time you find them there to help you in that problem, a relief will wash over you . You feel this gratitude towards them and an admiration for helping you . They will be probably handsome or charming and something about their physics too . They might be a lil bulky , you guys might don't feel any attraction ( I mean not getting romantic feelings right away ) but a memory will stay or you might hope to meet them again .

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wwooyology · 6 months ago

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Birthday Blues | S.JY

「pairing」 : bf!jake x fem!reader 「word count」 : 2.2k

「synopsis」 : your birthday was supposed to be a happy day. go have brunch with your friends before coming home and spending the rest of the evening with your loving boyfriend. however, the people you thought were your friends made you feel like complete and utter shit. upon your early arrival, jake knew something was wrong, and he was going to do his best to cheer you up and bring a smile back to your face.

「genre」 : smut, slight angst, fluff, comfort

「warnings」 : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, kissing, unprotected sex, clit play, fingering, crying, petnames (pretty baby, baby, babygirl, sweetheart, my love...), teasing, soft dom!jake x sub!reader, jake is just a overall sweetheart, biting/marking, soft sex, pantie ripping, oral (f. receiving), creampie, slight breast play, tooth-rotting fluff at the end, lmk if I missed anything!!

「notes」 : this is a request from this anon here, and I decided to just finish this fic and post it for everyone as my final farewell to the enhablr community (at least the writing part of it) after this I probably won't ever write another full fic for any of the members 😞 but even if this isn't the best I hope you all enjoy this full-length jake fic, especially you nonnie!! mwah 🫶

You had willed yourself to not cry, not wanting to waste any tears on people who didn't deserve them. Though you couldn't help the tightening feeling in your chest as you stepped closer and closer to your apartment door.

It was your birthday. You were supposed to be out celebrating with your friends. You even went as far as getting all dolled up, wearing the new sundress that Jake had bought for you. Just to be completely and utterly humiliated by the people who were supposed to be your friends.

Sniffling, you dug your keys out of your purse before unlocking the door. Pushing the door open, you were met with the soft sound of music playing in the kitchen, telling you that Jake was home. Sighing, you shut the door behind you and slip out of your shoes. You didn't have the energy to put on a fake face, not that it'll work with Jake anyway.

Hearing the door close, Jake stood straight, looking over his shoulder; you weren't supposed to be home for another hour or so. Dusting his hands off on his jeans, he turned and made his way towards the entrance hall, a silly smile playing on his lips. However, as soon as he caught sight of your distraught expression, his smile dropped.

“Baby, what's wrong?” His tone was dripping with concern as he made his way to you, taking your arm in his hand.

Swallowing thickly, you looked up at him, tears brimming on your waterline. “I don't wanna talk about it. I'm just gonna go change.” You spoke in a low tone, scared that you'd cry if you spoke any higher.

Jake, however, didn't let go, keeping you rooted in your spot.

“We don't have to talk about it, but don't change, you look beautiful.” He pouted, the sight making your heart squeeze, and he knew damn well that you'd give in to him.

You sigh, “Okay. What were you doing in the kitchen?”

A bright smile then spreads on the male's lips, and he grabs your hand, pulling you into the other room. As soon as you walked through the threshold, your eyes went wide.

The room smelled like vanilla, the lights were dim, and there was a small birthday cake at the center of the dining table.

Jake pulled you over to the table so you could see. Your heart flips in your chest as you look over the decorations.

“Jakey, baby, you didn't have to do all of this.” You go to turn and look at him, but he stops you when his arms snake around your waist, pulling you into his chest.

He hums, planting soft kisses on your exposed neck, “You deserve it, baby, all of it.”

You sigh, head falling to the side to give him more access to your skin. His hands started to roam your body, his left coming up to cup your breast, squeezing softly.

“Jake.” You breathe out, your body starts to grow warm, and his kisses start turning into hot, open-mouthed kisses.

“Shh baby, let me take care of you. I'll make you feel better, I promise.” He whispered against your skin as his right hand moved down to the hem of your dress.

You completely melted in his hold, letting him do as he pleases, your hands gripping his shirt from behind you.

His plump lips glided over your skin, biting down every so often to hear the soft whines that would fall from your lips. His right hand slips under your dress, finding your clothes core.

“My pretty baby is having such a bad day.” His hand cups your heat, eliciting a breathy moan from your parted lips, “But it's okay, Jakey is gonna make her feel real good.”

He presses against your clit loving the way your body starts to tremble from such a small action. Pulling your panties to the side, he runs his fingers through your folds, feeling how wet you had gotten from just a few kisses. As much as he wanted to tease you for it he went with his better judgment and kept his mouth shut.

“You're soaked, baby,” Jake's voice dropped an octave as he found your clit once more, pressing slow circles on the bundle.

“Jake.” You whine, clearly wanting him to go faster, but he doesn't. Instead, he pulls his hand away.

You opened your mouth to say something but were silenced when he turned your body around, grabbing the backs of your thighs and propping you up on the dining table.

A gasp fell from your lips but was quickly swallowed by Jake's. His hands tugged at your dress until it was a pool on the ground.

“God, you're so fucking beautiful.” He groans as he takes in the new skin shown to him, tracing every inch of your body as if he hasn't seen it countless times before.

Despite that fact, you still found yourself growing shy under his watchful gaze; heat crept up your neck before painting your cheeks a cherry red.

“Lay back for me, baby.” He pecked your lips once more, laying your body flat on the table.

“Jake.” You breathed out when his lips latched into your nipple and flicked the bud with his tongue while his free hand trailed down to your panties, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

Your hips bucked into his palm as he pressed down on your clit once more, a sweet moan falling from your lips. Your fingers move from the nape of his neck to thread them through his deep brown stands, pulling softly.

“J-Jake.” You huffed out, eyes rolling slightly when he prodded at your entrance. “Jakey, please.” Tears started to well up in your eyes before falling.

Jake coos softly, peppering your face with kisses as he slips his fingers into your warm heat. Your eyes rolled back as his skillful fingers easily found your sweet stop, pressing right against it.

“There's no need to beg, baby, I'll give you what you want.” He mused, pressing his lips against yours, stealing the air from your lungs, and his fingers picked up their pace, stars dancing across your vision. All of the tension and sadness from earlier slowly dispelled with every stroke of his fingers.

Soft moans fell from your parted lips as he continued his leisurely pace, his mouth preoccupied with your chest. Deep red marks littered your skin as his lips trailed down the valley of your breast, down your navel, before finally coming face-to-face with your weeping cunt. Without so much as a second thought, he buried his face between your thighs, inhaling your scent as his nose bumped against your aching clit. A shocked gasp tore through your throat, your hand flying down to his head as he licked a stripe up your pussy, starting from where his fingers were still working into you before stopping to wrap his lips around your clit, sucking gently.

The softness of his movements was sending your mind reeling. He was always so eager to get you to cum. Even more so if it was on his tongue. However, seeing him now, all he cared about was your pleasure and helping you relax.

His eyes caught yours from your tense tummy, love, and adoration gleaming in his warm chocolate orbs. The love and tenderness that was seeping from him brought tears to your eyes. Noticing the glassy look in your eyes, he removed his mouth from your clit and crawled back over your body.

“What’s wrong, baby?” His voice was soft as he pulled his fingers out, leaving you empty. The feeling caused you to whine softly, but you swallowed it down as Jake leaned down. He captured your lips in a gentle kiss, relishing in your taste, your eyes fluttering shut as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I need you, Jakey. So bad.” You murmured against his lips when he started to pull away, and Jake could feel his pants grow even tighter at the desperation in your tone. His fingers danced across your skin as he looked down at you, slotting his body fully against yours.

“Hmm, how do you need me babygirl?” His tone was nothing short of teasing as he continued to pepper kisses all over your face, down to your chest.

Your fingers curled into the material of his shirt, tugging roughly when he nipped at your collarbone. “I need you in me, Jake. To fuck me, please!” You cried out, the tears that had built up on your waterline finally spilling over.

“Such a dirty girl,” He cooed, lips detaching from your skin to take in your messy appearance, Mascara was already running under your eyes from all the crying you’d done, and your once glossed lips had the pink tint smeared all over your chin. It wouldn’t be a surprise if Jake had some on his chin as well. “But I did promise to take care of my needy baby.”

He wasted no time in discarding his clothes and quite literally tearing the thin fabric of your underwear away from your body. After there were no barriers left between the both of you, Jake moved forward, pressing your thighs further apart. Jake pulled small whimpers from your swollen lips as he teased your clit with his tip, relishing in the way that your body trembled in his hold.

“J-Jake.” You looked up at him with a pleading gaze, “You said I wouldn’t have to beg,” The pout that formed on your lips had his cock twitching in his hand, a small groan falling from his lips.

“I did, didn’t I?” He chuckled, trailing his tip down to your slit but not quite pushing in yet, “Okay, I’ll give my needy girl what she wants. All she needs is Jakey's cock to make her feel better, hmm?” Then, with a final hum, he pushed into your tight hole, and your back arched from the sudden intrusion.

“Fuck! Yes, just need Jakey’s cock!” You cried out in pure ecstasy as he slowly rutted his hips into yours, watching your body twitch with his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

Before too long, his slow pace grew steadily until he had your legs dangling over his shoulders as he bullied his thick cock into your twitching cunt. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping and a mixture of your broken moans and Jake’s low whimpers as he neared his release.

“Fuck baby, I’m so close.” His voice was borderlining a whine, his fingers tightening around the plush of your thighs, nails leaving crescent shapes behind. “I need you to cum for me, sweetheart, please.” The pleading tone in his voice had your pussy tightening around his length, the coil in your stomach tightening crazily.

“Jakey!” You cried as when the rough pad of his thumb met with your aching clit, rubbing tight circles over the small bundle of nerves. Tears blurred your vision when you finally felt that coil snap, your release gushing all over Jake’s length.

The intensity of your orgasm sends Jake over the edge, his face burying itself in the crook of your neck as he damn near folds your body in half. He released hot spurts of his thick cum inside of your fluttering walls. His warm breath fanny the sweaty skin of your neck, making you shiver.

Neither of you said a word as you both came back down from your highs, bodies still entangled on the dining table. Jake was the first to speak, his lips ghosting over your jaw as he lowered your quivering legs so they could relax.

“How was that present? The best yet, if I do say so myself.” He gave you a lopsided smile as he pulled out of your spent cunt before helping you sit up. Heat flushed your face as you smacked his chest.

“You’re something else, Jake.” You shook your head, but a wide grin still spread across your lips, and Jake looked at you with an endearing gaze. His intense eyes caused you to suddenly feel shy, cheeks turning a rosy red, “Why are you staring at me like that?”

“That’s the first time I’ve seen you smile since you got home.” He mentioned that you felt a guilt start to settle in the pit of your stomach. However, Jake was quick to grab your attention once more, “Forget about them, my love; if they’re making you feel like shit, then they don’t deserve to be your friends.”

Tears involuntarily filled your eyes as you looked up at him. Your bottom lips quivered as you fought back the urge to cry once more. Jake hushed you as he wrapped his arms around your smaller frame, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Your arms wrapped around his midsection as you soaked in his warmth, a few stray tears sliding down your cheeks. If there was one thing in the world that you were most grateful for, it would be your boyfriend. He always, always went above and beyond to make sure you were happy and cared for.

Smiling softly, you nuzzled into his chest. This was where you belonged because even if no one else would have your back, Jake would without fail. It was truly a blessing to have met him, and you’d be damned if you were ever going to let go.

He was home.

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