#minors dni

[luvlucia]

make me a daddy - sjy

summary: jake wants you to make him a dad on father's day || warnings: dom!jake x sub!reader, unprotected sex, breeding, slight daddy kink || genre: smut, fluff, established relationship || word count: approximately 610 || a/n: see the request here!

You lie in bed, under the soft covers, scrolling through social media on your phone. You were waiting for Jake to come back from getting water before bed. Today was Father’s Day and you guys had hung out with some family during the day and had just gotten back home not long ago.

You looked up from your phone when Jake opened the door and walked in the room. He came over and put the water on his nightstand before getting under the covers with you. You put my phone on the nightstand, ready to go to bed.

You turned to face Jake in bed and he turned to face you as well. He leaned in with a smile and kissed you. You put your hand on his arm as you kissed him back. Suddenly, Jake was pushing you to lay down flat on your back as he continued to kiss you.

Jake pulled away from you for a minute, keeping his lips only a breath away from yours. “Need you so much, baby.” Jake softly said.

You smiled and leaned in, kissing him again. He smiled against your lips before he started to slowly grind against you. Jake then pulled away and kneeled between your legs. You moved your legs to the side and took your bottoms off and Jake took his off as well.

Once the both of you were undressed on the bottom, Jake was between your legs again. He grabbed his hardened member and prodded his tip at your hole, teasing you a little as he slid his cock against your wet lips before pushing inside with no warning.

“Jake..” You moaned, your hands going to his biceps as you adjusted to the feeling.

“I’m sorry, princess. Just need to fuck you so bad.” Jake sighed, his lips going to your neck, kissing the skin. “Tell me when you’re ready.” He said throughout the kisses.

A few moments passed and you nodded, “Okay, I‘m ready.”

Jake kissed your neck one last time for now before he slowly started moving. It didn’t take long, though, for him to quicken his pace and start to go harder.

Your legs were bent, your grip on his arms were tight, and your moans were loud. It felt so good, the way he was moving in you. You never wanted this to end.

Jake gripped your thigh with one of his hands, the other keeping his stability on the bed as he somehow started thrusting deeper with this new position.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby.” Jake said. “Gonna give me a baby? Hm?” Jake then asked and you were nodding, moaning out at his words.

“Yes, yes.” You said. Jake groaned and kissed you before pulling away, his thrusts not faltering one bit.

“Gonna make me a daddy, princess?” Jake asked.

“Mhm.” You squealed in pleasure.

Jake smirked as he continued to fuck you. You felt your climax growing nearer. “Jake.. Jake, gonna cum.” You moaned.

“Me too, princess. Me too. Make me a daddy, baby.” He said and next thing you knew, you were cumming. Jake thrusted into you a time or two more before he was cumming as well.

Jake cursed and groaned as he calmed down. His hand then moved from your thigh and went to your face as he caressed your face. He leaned in and kissed you.

When he pulled away he looked into your eyes, “Gonna stay in you, keep you plugged up. Make sure you get pregnant.” Jake said. That was all he wanted, to breed you, get you pregnant with his baby, and start a family with you. You wanted it too.

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[lesbielol]

Howdyyyy, do you have any good porn recs with strap on use? It’s hard to find good lesbian porn where it’s being used. If you do have any recs that’ll be golden

i’m answering all these together because why not :3

MEN and MINORS do not interact (for the love of god have your age somewhere on your blog it isn’t that hard!!)

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[prisonhannibal]

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

your post about your husband not being able to cook is so bruce wayne coded. like that man couldn’t make a decent tasting meal if he tried

"Sir," Alfred said restraining a wince with difficulty, "Are you sure you don't want me to come back-"

Bruce huffed a sigh, "It's soup and some bread, Alfred. I'm sure I can handle it."

"As you like," the butler said, amused. The new Mrs. Wayne was a sweet lady. Her list of actual riders was short and entirely reasonable. But Alfred doubted Bruce Wayne, a man who had never had to operate a hob or a can opener would be able to execute even this simple meal.

It was just tomato soup and crusty bread with some cheese melted on top. And a little side salad. Cute food. A sort of comfort meal. After a nightmare few weeks on a set you were drained and just happy to be home. Even if home didn't feel... homey quite yet.

"Feel free to call if-"

"I'm sure I can handle it, Alfred. I've seen what she orders a dozen times."

"Very well, Sir," Alfred said, making a mental note to call in an order from a local cafe that would be able to make it properly when Bruce inevitably burnt, boiled over, or wilted something.

_____________

Bruce stuck his thumb into his mouth and stifled a swear with effort, blood dribbling down his arm from the knife. And black se smoke still billowing around the kitchen.

"Father?"

"Yeah, Damian?" Bruce answered, throwing the offending knife in the sink.

"This arrived at the door," Damian reported, proffering a bag, "the delivery driver said that I'm to tell you next time you should order it BEFORE you set off the smoke alarms."

Bruce sighed and took the bag with his uninjured hand, "Thank you, Damian."

"Perhaps you should leave the cooking to Alfred, Father."

"That thought occured to me about the time I burnt the bread," Bruce said ruefully.

"How did you-"

"I hit broil instead of bake," Bruce huffed, "And by the time I realized it, it was charcoal."

"This is foolish, Father," Damian declared, looking around at the mess. "Why do it?"

"Because," Bruce said simply. "I'm happy that she's home. And she's told me it's getting a little ridiculous buying her gifts just for going to work."

[msbyslilbimbo]

imagine roommate!choso sneaking into your room and finding your vibrator n using it on himself to feel even closer to you while you’re out with your girlfriends <3

[mtojoy]

gotta get a new high score!!!

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[purple-obsidian]

Can I request smut with a jealous Bruce Wayne?!? Either that or a Jealous Dick Grayson, I am feral for both of them.

ruin you (18+, bruce wayne x fem reader) wc 1.4k

⭓ this post contains sexually explicit content and is not suitable for minors. not an example of a healthy relationship.

Your hands are trembling in anger, eyes staring daggers at the billionaire smirking at you from across the dining room of the expensive new restaurant in downtown Gotham. You know why he's here. He does this every time. You go out on a date with someone else, it goes well, you schedule a second date, and then somehow, some way, Bruce manages to ruin it every time. Last time, he shut down an entire city block to prevent you and your date from getting to your destination. The time before that, he went as far as spiking your dates food with who knows what, which made them sick, forcing your date to abruptly conclude as the ambulance rushed them away to Gotham Central Hospital.

Do you have any proof that it's billionaire Bruce Wayne who keeps sabotaging your love life? No. But you know it's him. You just know it. And it pisses you off, because if you had it your way, you would be with him. In a heartbeat. You're infatuated by the man, and want nothing more than to be his. But Bruce is the king of excuses as to why the two of you can't be 'official'. And you know your worth. You aren't the type to hang around, waiting for something that will never happen, letting him string you along with secret hookups and denying rumors about your involvement to the press.

So you moved on. Or at least, you're trying to. But when you see Bruce walking in your direction, adjusting his cufflinks with a confident strut, you just know he's about to pull some bullshit. It's always the second date, every time.

"Uhh, sweetheart? Everything okay?" Your poor date asks you, his brow furrowed in concern at the agitation on your face. He reaches his hand out across the table to hold yours, but he flinches, and pulls his hand away as Gotham's most sought after bachelor clears his throat, standing next to your table in all his glory. He smiles warmly, offering his hand to the poor man across from you.

Fuck you, Bruce.

"Hi there, I'm Bruce Wayne. And you are?" He asks, the façade of pleasantness making you seethe.

As if he doesn't already know. As if his creepy ass hasn't already run a background check on him.

Bruce inserts himself into your romantic dinner, your clueless date star truck at first, before he slowly realizes what's going on. The way Bruce looks at you. The way he touches your arm when he laughs, how he refers to you as his 'old friend' but looks at you with his infamous fuck-me eyes thats obvious to anyone watching.

By the end of the dinner, your dates ego is completely shattered, and you know the chances of getting a call back from him are next to nothing.

"Don't worry, bunny. I'll give you a ride home." Bruce whispers in your ear, your eyes following your date as he abandons you, shoulders slumped in defeat.

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"Why won't you let me move on?" You hiss, teeth clenched and eyes brimming with unshed tears of frustration. "You can't give me what I want, Bruce. You've made that clear."

"Hm." He grips your thigh tighter, hiking it up so its wrapped around his waist, giving him better access to your sweet cunt that he's been so deprived of these past few months. Your arms tighten around his neck, steadying yourself as he he pins you up against the side of his impossibly expensive car, your skimpy dress hiked up around your waist and doing little to protect your modesty. "I beg to differ."

He rolls his hips into yours, burying himself so deep inside of you that you can't stop your body from clenching down around him, a soft whimper escaping your lips. Your panties are hanging out of his back pocket, swaying with each movement of his hips.

"I think I'm giving you exactly what you want. I think you love this shit. You love being my dirty little secret." His voice is gravely but controlled, his desire clearly at its peak but never allowing himself to lose his composure. "That sorry excuse of a date could never fuck you like I could. I'm saving you the disappointment."

Your nails dig into the meat of his neck, annoyance and desire building up inside of you, the stretch of his cock giving you a sense of euphoria you only ever feel when you're with him.

"W-what makes you so sure, hm?" You ask, your anger towards him giving you an inflated sense of confidence. "How do you know I didn't already fuck him?"

Bruce's pace falters at your comeback. He frowns for a moment, trying to recall the events of the past week and a half. Your first date with the loser was only last weekend, on Saturday. Its the very next Friday, and he's been tailing you himself every day in between. He would know. You have to be bluffing, right?

With his hips stilled against yours, he searches your eyes, trying to figure out if you're being serious. "When? When would you have fucked him, hm?" His left hand, which is holding you up by your ass, squeezes the soft fat there in warning, deep blue eyes piercing into your own.

You immediately second-guess your decision to bluff, but you decide to commit, just to mess with him. "I saw him last week. Saturday."

"That was your first date." Bruce growls. His cock throbs painfully inside of you, craving more friction.

"Who says I can't sleep with someone on the first date?" You challenge, feeling a few droplets of your slick drip down off of you, landing on the ground between Bruce's fancy shoes that probably cost more than your apartment.

"You've never done that before." He challenges, a dangerous look coming over his strong features. "I don't believe you."

"Maybe I fucked him." You whisper with malice, teasing him breathlessly. "Maybe I really fucking liked him, and you ruined it for me, again."

His face hardens even more, and you feel thrill of excitement as goosebumps prickle your skin.

"I don't want someone who feels the need to hide me away, Bruce. I want more. I deserver m-"

His hand that was cupping your ass flies up to cover your mouth, forcing your head back against his vehicle. You yelp against his strong hand in surprise, eyes widening briefly before you glare at him even harsher than before. "You wanna be shown off, is that it? Huh?" He resumes fucking you, his hips rolling into you at just the right angle, slowly, hitting your sweet spot over and over until your resolve weakens once more, eyes rolling back at how deep he is inside of you. He's tempted to fuck you senseless to relieve the jealously he feels inside, but he refuses to lose control. The cocky bastard has you right where he wants you. "You wanna be my girl? Want the magazines and tabloids to write articles about you, judging every fucking aspect of your life? Is that what you want, bunny? You wanna be famous?"

You shake your head, removing your arms from around his neck to reach behind you and steady yourself against the windows of his vehicle as his cock breaks your down bit by bit, your warm arousal staining the crotch of his designer pants. "Uhh jumpp waha beh yhurrs."

"What was that? Couldn't hear you there, bun, gotta speak up." He coos.

You claw at his hand, ripping it from your mouth, angry tears finally spilling from your eyes as the words come pouring out of you. "Fuck you, Bruce! I don't care about that! Any of that! I just wanna be yours, dammit! Either date me for real or let me m-move on!"

"Oh, you're not moving on, not from me." He promises, switching up his pace so he's now rutting into you in short, rapid thrusts that makes his entire car shake. His face is only an inch or so away from yours, noses brushing, his intense eyes never wavering from yours. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else, I promise you that." His strained voice rings deep in your ear, warm breath fanning over your parted lips, just as you feel the warmth in your core tighten and threaten to spill over.

You have no response for him, opting to clamp your mouth shut as you cum, only a few desperate whimpers escaping your feverish lips while he expertly fucks you through it. You could say that your orgasm took the words from your mouth, but in reality, you have no rebuttal.

He's already ruined you.

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[hantaesansgf]

Sungchan seems like the kind of guy who likes to rub his dick over a girls underwear until she's wet, and pushes her underwear to the side to rub her clit with his dick. Basically, the same thing but without the underwear in the way. He does that before he finally puts it in. I could imagine his hand holding a girl's panties to the side or just holding them away from her while she's wearing them so he could put it in. I don't know why he'd rather hold them away from her body when she could simply take it off but he'd like the fact that she's still wearing them so he could hold or push them to the side while fucking her.

[godspeedviper]

Bunker Babe - Spencer x Goth!Reader (18+)

𖤐 Synopsis: You manage to finally convince Spencer to attend a bunker rave with you, but first he’s gotta look the part.

𖤐 Type: domestic fluff || smut || no gendered descriptions || goth reader || very firmly mid 00s

𖤐 Word Count: 1,543

𖤐 Rating: explicit || recreational drug use || semi public sex

𖤐 A/N: OxyContin has the highest bio-availability, orally. While not the same thing as dilaudid, its in the same ballpark and can be used in high quantities to approximate the dilaudid high despite their differing (optimal) routes of administration. ALSO I know this track isn't "technically" hard techno don't come at me over bpm or whatever the song is just here to set the mood.

“Babe, is this really necessary?” Spencer whines as he watches you tear through his closet in search of an outfit for tonight. 

“Yes!” You quip back. “What if someday your team needs you to go undercover at a bar or club for a case? You’re the youngest of the bunch so you know that statistically you’re most likely to be chosen for such a task.” 

He groans and rolls his eyes in defeat. “Okay okay! But only because you have statistics on your side.” 

“Oh don’t be too upset, pretty boy. I’ll make this worth your while.” You wink cheekily. “Promise!” 

At this, Spencer perked up. He watched as you lay out your choice of clothing onto his bed. You were already all dressed up for the night in skimpy black latex and mesh, with your favorite pair of platform Demonias to top off the look. Spencer’s hands were all over you as soon as he opened his apartment door for you, but tonight you had a mission and nothing, not even Spencer, was going to stop you. You sit down at the edge of the bed besides the clothing, and you wave Spencer over. 

“Come here, love.” You purred, and he instantly obliged. “Undress for me, darling.”

Spencer makes quick work of the buttons on his polo, while your hands reach to unbuckle his brown leather belt. He pulls his top off in a hurry, sliding off a pair of beige slacks, till he’s left standing before you in nothing but socks and briefs. You put your hands on his hips and he puts his hands on top of yours. You then tilt your head up, meeting his lust filled gaze. He takes in a sharp breath as you press your lips to the skin just below his navel. You take a gentle bite, and suck, leaving behind a bruise-like mark. 

“Good boy.” You whisper, pulling away from his torso. “Sit here.” 

  You stand up and switch positions with him, so that now Spencer is seated at the edge of the bed, and you’re standing in front of him. First, you grab a shirt off the bed. It was an old Nine Inch Nails tour shirt you got back in high school that was large enough to wear to bed whenever you were too incapacitated to bother changing into proper pajamas. You had left it at Spencer’s the last time you stayed over after scoring together, and it was now serving a greater purpose. You pulled it over his head, lovingly ruffling his head after it poked through the shirt. Your hands then reach back out to the bed and pick up a black pair of denim. Kneeling in front of him, you begin to kiss in between his thighs as your hands grab hold of his ankles, guiding him into each pant leg one at a time. 

“Finish putting these on for me. I’ll be right back.” You give his thighs a teasing smack and giddily make your way to the ensuite. 

“Oh no…” Spencer whines as he notices a hello kitty makeup bag in your hands and a devilish smirk on your lips. 

“Oh yes!” you reply. “Come on, Spencie! We gotta disguise you a little bit if you’re really that afraid of Garcia or her friends running into you. Besides, I have a gift for you in here.” 

You gingerly shake the bag like one would do with pet treats, and you quickly descend onto his lap, trapping poor Spencer beneath you. You unzip the bag and pull out a prescription pill bottle. Oxycodone 80mg, immediate release. 

“Ta da! Take these normally so the effects can kick in when we’re already at the party. This way we won’t risk being caught with it on us.” You wink playfully, shaking out a few green pills from the bottle onto your palm. “Alright now open up!” 

Spencer laughs and complies. You gently toss them into his mouth like m&m’s and watch his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallows the pills, enticing you forth to steal a loving bite. 

“Let's stay.” Spencer gasped out. “Please?” 

Still sitting on his lap you can feel his frustration slowly growing harder. For a moment there you’re tempted, but you quickly remember just how much more awaits you two tonight. 

“Nope, not staying!” You pull away from his neck, breaking the lustful spell.

Spencer pouts. 

 After swallowing a handful of pills as well, you turn your attention back to the makeup bag, rummaging around in search of a short black eyeliner and the accompanying pencil sharpener.

“Look up for me darling.” You say, placing a quick peck on Spencer’s pout and cupping his jaw with your free hand. “I promise you’ll thank me tomorrow. You’re gonna love tonight.” 

The pads of your thumbs delicately rub the skin of Spencer’s under eyes, smudging the charcoal-like pigment around into a messy raccoon eye style. You repeat the process on his eyelids until you’re satisfied. Then you toss aside the pencil and put a finger under his chin. 

“Open your eyes, love.” 

Spencer has beautiful eyes, everyone knows that, you’ve spent thousands of hours staring into those honeyed irises. However, nothing prepared you for the way his eyes seemed to glow in contrast to the darkness surrounding them. It was like staring into a pot of molten gold. 

“Ohh, pretty boy…” Your voice is a breathless whisper. 

Spencer blushes crimson, and he bashfully hides his face against your shoulder. You can feel his smile. 

“Come on, let's get going! I can’t wait to show you off. You’re so beautiful, Spencer.” 

You take his hand and lead him to the door, stopping only so he could slip on a pair of black converse he left by the entrance. The two of you giddily run out into the crisp night air. Goosebumps prickle your skin, the cold bites your cheeks, and your heart is ablaze. It isn’t long before you assume you’ve arrived at the clandestine location, pointing out a few straggling folks dressed as eccentrically as you are and you watch as they soon disappear into an alleyway behind a building. You follow behind, turning into the alley when suddenly you’re face to face with a rather large hole in the ground. Peering in, you see a flight of concrete stairs descending into darkness below. A faint rhythmic thudding can be heard, confirming that this is indeed the place. Spencer grips your hand tightly as you pull him along into the belly of the beast. The thudding grows louder, transforming into powerful kicks as the lights at the end of the tunnel get closer. Standing at the threshold between the tunnel and the large bunker, Spencer looks as if he is staring directly into the mouth of madness, transfixed. You smile triumphantly. You had finally managed to bring him into your element. 

The rest of the night happened in snippets. 

One: You see sprawling concrete walls covered in graffiti, the humidity of the room makes them almost look slick, reflecting the pulsing lights, all throbbing to a sound reminiscent of industrial machinery. There is an inherent eroticism to it all. You look on in awe as Spencer throws caution to the wind and starts dancing to the beat. You’ve never seen him so carefree. His sweat slicked skin glistens like a glass prism beneath the light, flickering through all the colors of the rainbow in the dark. 

Two: His hands are around your waist, pulling you flush against him. Drenched, Spencer’s auburn curls cling to the skin of his forehead and temples and the tops of his cheeks. The eyeliner has now spread all around his eye sockets, making him look hungry, animalistic, possessed. 

Three: You’re pressed up against a concrete slab, it feels cool against your skin. Your bodies have melted into one another in the high heat, welded together with slick until you couldn’t tell where you ended and Spencer began. The thick beats of hard techno penetrate your bodies, and the two of you thrust in tandem trying to keep up with the relentless rhythm. You cling to Spencer in desperation, as if the mounting pleasure would be enough to make you crumble into nothing but atoms. Your bones rattle as a powerful orgasm reverberates through your body. Your shrieks drown in the music, and everything fades to black.

The next morning, these scenes play out in your mind's eye as you lay awake in bed next to Spencer. You wondered how much longer this would all last. Both of you knew this lifestyle would only end with tragedy, but you didn't know how to live any other way. You're both addicted to the highs and lows of life, to the stress of the job, and to blowing off steam in the worst of ways. Sometimes you feel guilty about supplying Spencer with drugs, and you wonder if he ever feels the same way about you as you turn on the bed to face him. At least here, in this moment, you were both at peace. You always love seeing him sleep, the way all worry dissipates from his visage and all that's left is the beautiful boy you fell in love with.

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[snaccpopstudios]

🎉🌟 Happy Juneteenth, SnaccPop Fam! 🌟🎉

At SnaccPop Studios, we’re not just celebrating freedom, heritage, and resilience today—but, also as a proudly Black-owned studio!

And guess what? Our amazing Guest Artist of the Month for the month of May, SilkyNova, is back with a stunning new piece featuring our beloved Black SP characters celebrating with some delicious red velvet cake. 🎨: SilkyNova

Join us in honoring this important day, and let’s continue to uplift Black voices, stories, and talents! ✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿❤️🖤💚

[luvlucia]

need you - lhs

summary: you're needy for heeseung but he wants to teach you a lesson || warnings: dom!heeseung x sub!reader, reader rides heeseung, heeseung denies reader at first, reader is lowkey a pillow princess, unprotected sex || genre: smut, fluff, established relationship || word count: approximately 1140 || a/n: see the request here!

You knew that he was busy with his game with his friends. You knew that you should let him have some time to do that. You couldn't help it though. You were just so horny. Even after fucking almost all night long the night before. You couldn't control your hormones.

You walked into his gaming room, slowly walking over to his desk and standing next to him. He glanced over at you, thinking something was wrong.

"You okay, baby?" Heeseung asked in a soft voice.

"Mhm." You simply responded as you stood in front of him, blocking his view of his computer screen for a moment as you got on top of him, straddling his lap.

Heeseung put one hand on the small of your back for a moment, pulling you closer and adjusting you so that it was more comfortable before going back to his game.

"I need you, Seungie." You softly whispered.

"Hm?" Heeseung asked, not really hearing your words due to the noises coming from his game.

"I need you." You said a little louder.

He glanced at you for a moment before looking back at his game, "I'm busy, pretty."

"Heeseung.." You whined. "Please."

"Hey," Heeseung said in a somewhat firmer tone, looking at you. "If you want me so bad, then go ahead. I'm not helping you though. I'm in the middle of a game."

You pouted, though you were fine with anything he gave you, before getting up and taking your bottoms off. You then pulled at Heeseung's sweatpants' hemline and he lifted his hips so that you could pull them, along with his boxers, down for a moment.

Once the two of you were both bare down there, you straddled him again, his somewhat, but not fully, hardened dick resting in between the two of you. Your hands reached out for it as you slowly started pumping his cock. Heeseung looked down at your motions before putting his hand on your back to pull you in a bit so that he could see his computer and continue playing his game.

He wanted to fuck you. He wanted to real bad. He felt like he should make you do it yourself for once though. You needed to learn that he wasn't always going to be there to fuck you all the time. That he wasn't always going to give in. That's what he told himself anyway.

Once you saw that he was fully hard and even leaking precum, you positioned yourself over his member and slowly slid down. It felt like he was splitting you in half as you grabbed onto his shoulders for support, your head resting on his shoulder as the two of you let out sighs.

You then slowly started to lift your hips and drop them once you had adjusted. You were more of a pillow princess type and Heeseung never had a problem with it. Even when you were to ride him, he'd usually be taking control, lifting your hips for you manually and fucking up into you. This would be hard for you.

You were riding him and as he told you he would, he continued playing his game though at this point, his focus on the game was long gone and though he was playing, crappily at this point, he couldn't keep the thought of just giving in out of his mind.

As you continued, it was getting harder for you, your movements were getting weaker as your legs started to give out already. You felt pathetic, really.

"Heeseung.." You whined. You just wanted him to take care of you like he always did.

"You wanted this, Y/n." He breathily grunted as he kept his eyes on the computer.

"I can't." You whimpered as you started to slow down. Heeseung was enjoying it though and you coming close was only making the pleasure for not only him but you as well to start to deplete.

Heeseung didn't say anything as he bit his lip and concentrated on just finishing the game. He didn't care if he won or lost at this point, though he knew his friends would be mad. He just needed to get off with you.

A few moments later, the game had come to an end and he could see his friends typing in the chat, yelling and cursing at him as he was the one to cause them to lose but he didn't care. He simply turned his console off before focusing on you.

His hands made their way to your hips immediately as he looked into your eyes, "Can't do anything without me, can you? Need me to be in control all the time, hm?" Heeseung asked and you just nodded, whimpering as your legs gave out.

Heeseung slowly started to move you up and down on him for you as he leaned in and kissed you deeply but slowly. You moaned against his lips and he just pulled away so that he could fully hear your unmuffled moans.

You rested your head on his chest as he continued moving your hips for you, slowly picking up speed but it wasn't enough for Heeseung. He needed to be deeper. So, he started to fuck himself up into you. His hips thrusting up and causing you to hold onto him tighter, moaning against his chest louder.

"Heeseung.. Hee.. Fuck." You moaned in pleasure as he continued fucking up into you at a relentless pace at this point.

"Come on, baby. Need me to be in control all the.. the time. Then.. fuck.. then cum. Cum for me, baby." Heeseung grunted through his thrusts.

Your boyfriend fucked up into you a few more times before you were cumming, some of the liquid dripping out of your cunt, past his cock as he continued to fuck up into you, reaching for his high as well.

It didn't take too long, though, for you to feel your boyfriend's cock twitching inside of you before you felt his hot seed fill you up. You moaned at the feeling as he fucked up into you, riding out his orgasm before he finally stopped and left you sitting on his lap, his dick still in you as you both calmed down.

"My girl is so needy, hm?" Heeseung asked, more in a hypothetical way since he already knew the answer.

"I just.." You trailed off, trying to find the right words.

Heeseung smirked, "You were just horny and wanted my dick. It's okay, baby. You know I'll always take care of you." He softly said before leaning in and pecking your lips. Though he wanted to prove a point earlier he had come to the realization that he was just too weak for you. He'd always take care of you, no matter what it was you needed from him.

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[naughtymousey]

Hey, why’d that sound kinda…?

[lesinquietes]

Imagining Farmer!Enji, a 50-something year old man, noticing his neighbour’s daughter, a 20-something year old hardworking woman. He’s been a bachelor since divorcing his wife a few years ago. His kids don’t visit him anymore, crushing his dreams of having a family. He’s been yearning to meet someone again — someone who’s worth his time and capable of being bred full of more children 💕 it looks like you fit the ballet. He makes it a point to rip off his shirt when he’s tending to his fields on scorching hot summer afternoons, knowing you’re watching. He can see how your doe-like eyes scope over his muscular back as he works. You want him as much as he wants you. Your little virgin pussy is begging to be stuffed with his seed. But your father would never allow your union.

Part II / Part III

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

How did Alfred meet age gap!reader??

"Oh my."

Alfred shut the door again quickly thankful that this time, all he'd seen was a woman's back. Everything else was obscured by the lack of lighting and rumpled bedding. He also wondered at what point either he would learn to knock or his employer would outgrow bringing home dates.

But then, it was a rare occurrence that he didn't have ANY of the children at home. So. He simply resolved to set a second place at breakfast. And not be too put out about it. For all he knew, the young lady in question was perfectly pleasant.

__________

By the time both of you made an appearance downstairs for breakfast, you weren't wearing last night's dress. But one of Bruce's shirts was repurposed into daywear and your hair was styled. That made Alfred raise an eyebrow.

This wasn't a one night stand then. There was none of the usual awkwardness. You were too comfortable with each other. The quiet little teasing and touches were familiar... interesting.

"Alfred this is Y/N-"

"Ah yes," he said smiling, accepting the hand you offered with a shy smile- clearly not expecting this this morning- "I'm familiar with your early work. Masters Timothy and Jason found it entertaining enough to watch on repeat."

You wince apologetically, "I feel like I should apologize to every adult that had to sit through those things."

"I still hum some of those dreadful songs while I'm working," he said shuddering. "Please, I beg you. If you ever do another musical. No earworms."

"I'll take that under advisement."

Alfred winked, "Then I shall make sure if you're ever a guest for breakfast again that your bacon is not burnt."

[rottenmarquee]

Im too silly to make those Dom Posts™ bcs when I dom I am so unserious. I'm just a silly jokester! I'm like "Talk to me like that again and ill show you real fear- you know what also causes fear? People trying to steal your data! This sex is sponsored by nordvpn"

[pwurrz]

WHAT’S THIS ABOUT YAKUMO’S PERSONALIZED SPECIAL NAKED BIRTHDAY DESSERT THAT HE PUT HIS ‘HEART AND SOUL INTO’??????