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I need him

inner child

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Another night where the two of you could be home alone, enjoying yourselves however. And enjoying you were.

His tongue swirled around your sensitive bud before sucking and delving deep in your wet cunt. A groggy yet quiet groan escaped his lips as his fingers gripped at your thighs and pushed them closer to his head.

Having him buried between your legs was the sexiest thing, his tongue bringing you closer and closer… then pausing. “Hhng.. please.. aah- ah.. I wanna cum..” you whimpered pathetically, his gaze meeting yours before he hummed, his tongue fucking you slowly. He pulled away just a bit, a string of saliva connecting you two before pressing a sloppy kiss to your inner thigh.

“The longer it takes, the better it feels when you finally cum.. shouldn’t you be thanking me?” He teased, his tongue grazing your eager clit, earning a shudder from you.

“And..” he murmured against you, “I love your noises, I could do this all night..”

- stein (se); hawks, aizawa (mha); leon (re) ; shu (dl) ; gojo, nanami (jjk) ; dick, jason (dc)

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🦋 calico critters - willow deer family 🌷

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I saw u write for clark and i was curious if u could write anything random for john constantine hes like my favorite ilhsm!!

Interruption

John Constantine x GN! reader

How come you always manage to interrupt him while he's in the middle of sex? Bloody Hell...

You knocked on the door that belonged to a scrawny, bitchy, and annoyingly amusing John Constantine. The faint sound of punk music could be heard down the hallway of the dirty apartment. After waiting for a moment, you furrowed your brow, knocking even harder. "Hey! I can hear your loud ass music, John, open the door!" You exclaimed against the door, pausing for a moment.

"I swear, if you're in there havin' sex after knowing I was coming over." You groaned, a loud noise erupting from inside the apartment. Suddenly, the door swung open as that blonde angrily grumbled.

"I was in the middle of something, bloody hell!" John grumbled angrily, walking back into the bedroom.

Awkwardly, you stood there, some guy quickly dressing in the back before rushing out the door, bumping slightly against your shoulder. As if by habit, you raised a brow, "Ooookay.."

John slammed the door and walked back into the bedroom, cursing himself for allowing you to surprise him as you usually did. Or maybe he just had no perception of time. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, looking back at his bed with a wistful expression…and promptly shoved his face into the sheets to drown out his irritation.

"Bollocks…" he murmured, cursing himself. Again.

You took a detour and clicked the power button off on the speaker, the home filled with a silence. John heard you step into the room, and gave you an almost pouty glare. "You'd best have a bloody good reason for ruining my evening."

"You told me to come over!" You defensively whined, following John and standing in the doorway of his bedroom. After a long silence, an odd one for John, your brow furrowed and your head cocked.

"You actually mad?" You asked, a teasing smile painting your lips as your posture relaxed ever so slightly.

John sighed, flopping down on the edge of the bed and rubbing a hand over his face, still feeling the effects of his interrupted "relaxation."

"Yes! I was in the middle of two man snake wankin' when you interrupted me!" John whined, still half naked due to his comfortable nature around you.

"It's a real crime, you know! I've got a reputation to maintain."

"Haha! a reputation? What is this, some kind of whore house?" You responded with a boastful laugh. "Id be more embarrassed playing Misfits while having sex than to be interrupted."

John rolled his eyes dramatically, his irritation fading slightly as he played along. "Oh, my reputation's got nothing to do with what I do with my free time, love. It's about the music.” He paused, giving you a mock-indignant look. “And the Misfits are a classic, you can't deny that." Of course, you couldn't agree more.

He smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Now, you came here for somethin', didn't you? Or did you just want to interrupt my little private time and ruin my fun love?"

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What music the Sakamaki brothers listen to

Shu;

It's canon that he listens to classical music

and girls moaning

I believe he's more into the violin side of classical instead of strictly piano

He likes softer, more delicate music

Heavier music is more "noisy" to him than anything

Thinks he's superior because of his music taste

Honestly though, he is probably secretly defensive about his music taste, but won't end up freaking out but would still be upset if something negative was said about it

Likes Malice Mizer

Reiji;

Same as Shu, but obviously he has to be different than him

He prefers more of the piano and less intense or fast

I can totally see him secretly into stuff that is more 50's

I mean like jazz, Frank Sinatra

He'd totally have a record player in his room

He probably uses it when he's studying or relaxing

the music stays on during sex

Ayato;

Hip Hop

That's it.

He feels like those kind of guys who says the N word when listening to the music simply because he does NOT care.

He's probably not as serious about it as the first two

He's very judgy about music

Makes sure to blast it loudly

Oftentimes this ends in Reiji lashing out as he usually does

Kanato;

He really strikes me as someone who is into Tanbi-kei

He'd probably enjoy the softness of Malice Mizer

He finds loud music aggravating

He doesn't listen to music that often, only when he's looking at the past brides or alone

He probably listens to music the least out of all them

Laito;

He loves those sexy songs

obviously

He's into club music but specifically stuff like Nelly or that kind of sexual music

He listens to a lot and is the most flexible of the brothers when it comes to music

enjoys some rock

Jazz is also another favorite of his

Plays music when having sex

He really enjoys intimate music

dress by Buck-Tick reminds me of him

Subaru;

Do I really need to answer such an obvious question?

Emo

Add in a bit of metal, too

Shockingly, he also likes softer music or softer rock if he's especially stressed

Sometimes, he calms down due to the tender tune

Most of the time, it's heavier

He can play a couple instruments but doesn't focus on it much

He dislikes rap and jazz

He says they're annoying and boring

Likes exciting music

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SAVE ME WESKER 🙏 🙏

Family-friendly version of the stripping Albert. I THOUGHT about censoring his foot too...

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could you plz have Matt feeling your face to memorize your face? I love the idea of his blindness affecting him genuinely instead of him being some sort of indestructible force. Thank you!!!

Yesss!! Having Matt understand your face due to his senses is already amazing, but having him intimately just feel your face to try and memorize you as good as he can feels much more personal.

Memorizing your face

Matt Murdock x GN! Reader

After a long day, you and Matt sat together on the bed, the home silent. your hands slid down to Matt's, taking note of how cold they felt against yours. He seemed tired, the way his thumb lazily rubbed over yours, staring at you but.. not quite. “Matt.. do you wish you could see me?” You asked with a certain tenderness.

A chuckle escaped your lips, “Well.. I know you can, kind of but.. you know? See me.” You murmured. The room was silent for a couple more moments, Matt's gaze lowering just slightly as he thought.

"No, I don't," he says without hesitation, shifting to wrap his fingers around yours. "Sometimes seeing too much can be...dangerous, even traumatic."

He raises your intertwined hands, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles, tracing them with a thumb. "Besides..." he adds, his tone a bit more playful, "you forget—I have other ways of seeing you."

Instinctively, you rolled your eyes, “well I know that.” You teased, your gaze stuck on your husband for a moment before looking down at your intertwined fingers.

“I still remember when we first got serious, back in College.. you were so shy to ask me if you could touch my face.” You whispered, unraveling your fingers from his and guiding the palm of his hand to your cheek. Your eyes closed at the gesture.

“I may not be the prettiest, but I like it when you “see” me. It makes me feel wanted.”

Matt's smile softens at the memory. "I was not shy; I was just being respectful," he counters, his hand finding your cheek, fingers gently tracing the lines of your face, mapping out every feature. Matt’s fingers curving into every dip and caressing, as if making a model of you in his head

"You're pretty to me," He murmurs, the pad of his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "And there's only one way I want to see you—through my fingertips. It's more intimate, more...personal."

Your eyes fluttered open slightly, giving Matt the softest look, “You think I’m pretty?” You questioned in a hushed tone. Matt's expression was one of utter adoration. Despite his lack of sight, his other senses screamed at him that you were gorgeous. It wasn't just physical attraction, either.

"The prettiest," he said softly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "The shape of your lips..." His fingers trailed down to your jaw. "Your eyes..." The pads of his finger's grazed along right beneath your eyes. "...the line of your nose..." He finished, his touch as gentle a feather.

His hand moved down to the column of your throat, "the way you feel when I do this," Matt whispered, gently tracing the tender skin with his fingertips, feeling the way your pulse fluttered at the touch.

You let or soft laugh, pulling away Matt’s hand and placing it back on your cheek. “You don’t care that I don’t have that supermodel body? I’m glad you never see me when I’m fully relaxed. I look like a creature from a movie and develop 3 chins." You pickily chuckled.

Matt shook his head. "You don't need to look like a supermodel," he said adamantly, his other hand rising to caress the other side of your face, cupping it in a way. "I'm not looking for someone to put on a pedestal. I'm looking for someone real."

His thumbs gently brushed over your chin and jawline. "And besides," he added with a sly, gentle smirk, "I'm pretty fond of your chin(s). The more the merrier."

You shook your head and rolled your eyes, “I can’t with you-“ you laughed, your hand lightly patting Matt’s chest before leaning your head forward and resting on his shoulder. “You can touch my face whenever, if you want to see me.. if you're bored.. I’m okay with it all. You are my husband, aren't you?”

Matt chuckled at your familiar laugh, the warmth of it filling the room like a cozy blanket. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, tugging you closer. He then pulled your head back softly and slowly, his gaze on you, but as usual, off.

"Your permission is appreciated, but I'd always wait for your consent," he said softly, his touch still tracing the features of your face. "And if you're bored, how about we keep things interesting?"

His fingers gently found their way to the nape of your neck, his touch light but possessive, a subtle claim.

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Lord 🙏

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Could you write a small oneshot of Matt Murdock x reader where you help him shave?? 🥺🥺 like where you’re on the bathroom counter with him between your legs just letting you shave him??

Of course!! I love the idea of Matt trusting you with something so intimate, even if it is a small act.

Helping Matt shave

Matt Murdock x GN!reader

Matt’s hands ran along your thighs, tracing shapes that didn’t even seem to make out anything. Mornings like these brought a sense of assurance in his life, a way to ground himself in who he really is. Yes, he is the man who goes out at night and “saves the city”, but he’s also just a man, a man who is desperately in love with you.

He wasn’t the kind of man to fall this hard, but he couldn’t help himself. It was the little things you’d do for him, like now.

You sat atop the bathroom counter while Matt stood between your legs. You had a hand on the bottom of Matt’s chin as you dragged the razor along your boyfriend’s shaving cream covered face. Matt’s eyes were open, staring, but unable to see. He craved more than anything to see you, to admire your beauty.

The way the razor swiftly dragged along his jaw earned a content sigh from him. Matt’s hand was still on your thigh, slowly moving up your leg as you shaved his face. He liked being pampered, and the way you had him wrapped around your finger was making him fall apart at the seams. He bit his lip at the thought of how much control you held over him before he opened his mouth to speak.

“You’re doing a good job.”

He spoke with that smooth tone that sent chills down your spine, his voice a bit raspier from tiredness. He was so soft for you.

“And how would you know?” You retorted, a gentle smile painting your lips at the joke. It was common, the two of you to joke of his blindness.

A smirk tugged on the corners of Matt’s lips as he let out a soft chuckle, his thumb gently rubbing your thigh at your comment.

“Oh, I just know.”

He quipped back, shifting his neck so you had better access to shave below his jaw. He let out a sigh when the razor glided over his skin, his tone suddenly softer as he added, “Keep going.”

You dragged the razor along Matt’s neck, the white shaving cream on his face and neck soon disappearing. “There, I’m all done.” You whispered, pecking his nose as your hands cupped his face.

“Now you feel all soft,” you tenderly cooed. Matt smirked at your touch, the corners of his lips turning upwards at your praise. As you finished up shaving him clean, Matt leaned just a bit closer, his body pressing up against yours. He loved having you this close to him, your proximity was like a drug he couldn't get enough of.

“All thanks to you, sweetheart.”

He murmured, his voice low and gravelly as his smirk turned into a soft smile. You couldn’t help but kiss him, hands sliding up to the back of his neck as you pulled away and admired him, and despite the fact Matt couldn’t see, he opened his eyes eagerly.

In typical Matt fashion, he cupped the bottom of your thighs and picked you up, guiding you through the house with ease to your shared bedroom.

A soft noise escaped your lips as Matt’s lips locked with yours. This is gonna be a long night…

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is your name based off of the vkei band gazzete if thats true i fucking lov u ur awsome

It is!! I really love the Gazette, especially Reita. I’ve been listening to them for years now and I’ve spent well over $700 on them haha. It’s a bit of an obsession. . .

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AAAAWHHH hes so cute I cannot

bday post 🥳

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This is so sick

Original prime assets (almost gave up on this like 20 times)

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Late Night Sutures

Matt Murdock x GN! Reader

synopsis; slightly based off the show, a wounded Matt Murdock is found by you, but luckily you're a doctor.. still in college. You tidy him up and share a rather gentle moment with him. After a shitty day, how was this the best part of your night?

You weren’t sure what was going on, this evening had already been shitty. A man stood you up, you were feeling particularly lonely, and your mail came today, shit the bills looked bad, but you’d expected them. What you didn’t expect was that a man dressed in all black and severely wounded would be on your couch, unconscious.. and bleeding all over your new furniture.

“Ah fuck, fuck..”

You groaned, your hands working fast to grab all the supplies you needed. They swiftly pushed against the pulse point on his neck. Alive, but barely. You could’ve had a cozy night, watch a movie or something, hell, even sleep would be nice. It’s your day off after all! 

“What the hell were you doing..?” you asked, though it was more of a question for yourself than the mysterious man on your couch. 

You slid his black cloth mask that covered only half his face off and tossed it aside, placing the end of the stethoscope against his chest to listen for any abnormalities. When it sounded okay, you pulled away to expect his body for any wounds. Three gashes on his sides and the back of his head and ear covered in blood. God, if the cops came, you’d be arrested instantly, especially in this god forsaken city. 

You needed to take this man to the doctor, how naive were you to think you could fix this man up? You really should call the police, they’re so corrupt here that if they found this man alive in your home in this state, they’d assume you did it. Idiots.

“What even is my life?” you tiredly exasperated. Your hands grabbed your phone, though a groan from the man earned a half-scream half-yelp from you. “Jesus- Fuck!” you exclaimed, Matt’s eyes opening as he groaned even more. He appeared lost, his eyes dancing around absentmindedly, as if searching for something.

“Where..- agh.. Where am I? Who are you-” Matt weakly asked, attempting to sit up but filled with a pain that radiated throughout his whole body. “Sir- you’re in bad shape, you can’t-” “Why am I here?” he interrupted, his eyes searching around, yet that familiar nothingness filled his world.

“You’re in my apartment- I found you outside.” you admitted, though he continued to grumble and grip at his side where the largest gash was. “I need to take you to the Hospital, you’re in really bad shape.” you added, though the man still appeared uncomfortable. “No, No hospitals. I can’t let them.. Agh.. know who I am.” he grumbled, his breathing ragged and labored. “Know who you are??” you questioned, but before you could ask anything, he did. “Who are you?” Matt asked again, though his tone sounded like a demand more than a question.

At this point, you could conclude he was blind, but who the hell would hurt a blind guy? “I'm a doctor, well.. In training.” you nervously admitted. My name is {name}, I swear it wasn’t me who hurt you.” 

“I know.” he grumbled, a soft pant escaping him as the pain surged through his abdomen, a whimper leaving his lips after as well. “Who the hell would hurt a blind man- you are.. blind right?” The question earned a pained chuckle from Matt, his head falling back against your couch pillow. “There’s things about me- you don’t know..” he whimpered, biting back a grunt. “Well obviously, but I really need to fix you up. If I don't, you could get an infection. ” 

You grabbed the needle and thread and pinched together his gash. “This is gonna hurt, I'm sorry.” you murmured as you pushed the need through his skin. 

“Aah- ah..!” he bit his lip and tossed his head back, painful, close-mouthed moans escaping Matt’s lips as you tended to his wounds. He let out shuddered breaths, his eyes staring at the ceiling, his pupils dilated.

After maybe 10 or so minutes, you finally set the needle down, rubbing away the remaining blood on his wounds. “What the hell did you do to get yourself into this situation, and the-” you paused, sighing, “Black mask? What are you, a wannabe superhero?” You questioned, his whimpers still filled the small area. “You could.. say that- agh..” he grumbled.

“Does it still hurt?” your hands found their way to his abdomen, a grunt of approval escaping him before his hand gently gripping yours, but his gaze never quite reached yours. “Thank you.. Just- I can’t get law enforcement.. involved. Okay..?” He weakly spoke. All you could do is simply nod.

“Okay, I won’t.”

I absolutely LOVE Matt Murdock, and I only just started the show??? I love his character so much ommmghhghgh

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His hands slid around your waist, hips swaying for a moment as he relished in the tender moment. The smooth jazz made the romantic moment even more serene. He admired you, his gaze locked onto yours though the way your gaze kept averting only earned a soft chuckle from him.

“It’s just us, darling… there’s no need to be shy.” he stated, his hand sliding to yours as he intertwined your fingers and held your hand up. “You look stunning tonight.” he whispered, his gaze full of a longing, a tenderness. You couldn’t help but sigh and lean your head forward, pressing it against his chest.

 “What did I do to deserve a man like you?” You murmured, closing your eyes for a moment before feeling his hands pull away from yours and cup your head, “You deserve nothing less than love, and I promise to give you all that I have.” he whispered against your head, pressing a light but loving kiss to it.

-- toshinori, mirio (mha); chris, leon, ethan (re); nanami, suguru (jjk); bruce, clark (dc); matt (ddba) ...if matt could see

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You and Clark lose your virginity

Virgin Smallville!Clark x Virgin GN! Reader

I absolutely LOVE smallville clark Kent and I knew I needed to write a smut scene for him but I’m weak at the knees for needy!clark and virgin!clark 🙈

Clark led you to the barn’s bed, the two of you sitting down as his fingers shyly and delicately ran along your cheek. “You really are so pretty,” he murmured tenderly. You laid down on his bed as he got on top of you, his hands spreading your legs open as he slowly undid your jeans and undressed you.

Your gaze landed up at Clark’s as you felt him brush his hands against your cheek. You’ve never had sex, you saw it as personal, and luckily, he did to. Clark’s soft voice reassured you, "Relax.. It's going to be fine. Trust me." Clark’s tone was soft as ever, kissing your cheek as you two were in bed. you were undressed now, watching him undress as well. You tried to calm down a bit, watching clark lean over to get something, soon dripping some lube onto his fingers. You couldn’t help but gasp as Clark began to tease your hole with his fingers. You liked it but it felt.. strange.

 "Mmhn.." You hummed quietly as your legs parted slightly, Clark teasing the wet hole gently with his fingers. You were already feeling the heat of lust building up as your body began to relax more

Clark smiled. "That's it, baby.. you're doing amazing. Just relax, and enjoy it.." He brushed his fingers in slowly, gradually moving deeper. He gently played with your hair, leaning down to brush his lips lightly across your forehead as he pushed even deeper with his fingers

You used the back of your hand to cover your mouth and lower face as your head turned to the side. It was definitely beginning to feel really good.. it was kind of embarrassing. Clark smirked a bit at your expression, hearing your soft, shaky breaths as his fingers pushed deep.

“You're so pretty, baby.. you're doing good for me." Clark’s husky voice hummed. Your eyes closed as you focused on the feelings, your brow furrowing as you felt Clark push that spot again and again. Your moans got slightly higher in pitch before your toes curled and you felt right on the edge.

Suddenly, you came hard, your hips buckling against his hand. You gasped and covered your mouth, your hips trembling as any small movement that happened on Clark’s end made you tremble even more."Aah..! Mmh-nn.." you panted lightly.

“You did so good..” he murmured, though he was slightly awkward. I mean, he’s never done this, was he sure you weren’t lying? He slowly slid his boxers down, precum dripping from his aching cock.

“Relax, baby.. I know this may seem scary and new to you, but I promise you'll enjoy this so much more.." He rubbed himself against you, his fingers lightly massaging your thighs to help you relax.  You then felt Clark slowly, very slowly push in,  your mouth agape as you tensed up a bit. "Relax.." Clark’s deep voice mumbled gently. It was way more thicker than his fingers..

You couldn’t help but put your hands on him, his toned muscles turning you on. Though your hands on his back and in his hair slid down to his cheeks as you cupped his face for a moment, kissing him softly before feeling Clark’s lips against your shoulder and neck again. You couldn’t help but shakily whimper as Clark pushed his cock pushed into you.

"You're so pretty,” Clark’s voice sounded almost as if it had been hit by a wave of tenderness. Your face was buried in his neck as your hands gripped his black curls. You couldn't help but moan softly as you also kissed and nipped at Clark’s neck, feeling him push deep. You kept your legs wrapped around him as your bodies pressed together, a sheen of sweat covering your bodies. You whimpered as your hand ran along your boyfriends forearm, for "support" when it was really to feel his muscles.

You couldnt help but let out lustful moans, your hands grabbed into Clark’s arms to support yourself. You panted as any small movement from Clark send shivers down your spine. You tensed up around him, earning a soft grunt from him. Your head tossed back, feeling Clark’s lips press against your nipples and chest as his movement increased.

Fuck, you’ve never felt this good before, the feel of his cock pressing against you so deeply.. fuck.

Your hips shuddered, your grip on him tensing as you came. Your hole tensed around him even more, groans escaping him as he felt your body tighten around him. Once you then came down from your high, Clark suddenly pushed his cock back in. 

His lips went back up to your ear as he whispered. "Does it feel good, baby?" His voice was filled with passion and lust, his fingers digging lightly into your hips. He moved his other arm underneath your neck and upper back, gently lifting your body towards him.

You two were now slightly sitting up, Clark’s hips pushing into you quicker, the sound of skin slapping getting slightly louder, you two’s moans getting more intense as you sat on Clark’s lap slightly. Your arms wrapped around his neck, moaning into his. Clark’s hands slid down from your back to your ass, grabbing at it gently. He moaned before coming to a halt Your eyes widened as you felt him cum, his cock twitching inside you. 

“Clark- aah.. hhng.. did you cum-?” You whimpered, though he simply grunted out a tender “yeah.. sorry.”

He rubbed your back gently, and kissed you again. "You're so hot, baby.. I want more-"He moaned softly, and he pressed his cock into you again, moving in and out. Clark’s movement paused again as he turned you around. You felt shy in this position. Your ass was lifted, but luckily the lights were dim or you’d end up somehow pushing him on the floor in embarrassment. You can’t see what’s behind, anyways!

You were suddenly caught off guard when Clark’s hands grabbed your hips, pushing back in. You were now laying on the bed, burying your face in the pillows in embarrassment. This is gonna be a long night…

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Why The Hell Ain't Dinner Ready?

Leland Coyle x GN! reader

WARNINGS: Dubcon, rough sex, degrading, aggression.

Great. Here it was, 5:30 in the afternoon on a summer evening in Blackwell, Oklahoma, just barely finishing chopping the carrots for the stew. Damn, Leland gets off work soon and dinner ain't even ready for him? Almost comically, the front door slams shut, the familiar sound of heavy boots being kicked off, thumping against the wall beside the door and under the small coffee table. You’ve been married for a couple months to Leland, a respected man due to his charisma and being one of the better cops in this goddamned town.

Sure, Leland wasn’t the sweetest man, but he had his moments. At the beginning, that was. You were just 19, so maybe you had those naive expectations when it came to marriage. At the beginning, Leland would show you off when you’d go to the bar, he’d dance with you to those good ol’ country tunes, and even the sex was amazing. Now it's always late nights at the bar with his buddies, or paperwork, or a bad day at work... Today was a particularly bad day. 

Leland’s gaze turned towards the dining room and into the kitchen. He slapped his police cap onto the table, "How come my dinner ain't ready yet?" He snaps, scowling at you a couple feet away. Nowadays, all you ever see is that scowl on his face, and those Aviators. Why doesn’t he ever take those damn things off?

"You try'na starve me, huh? How many times've I said dinner oughta be ready by the time I walk through that goddamn door?" He reprimands, grabbing his hat and using it to gesture at you. Talking to such a man with an irritated tone gives way to more issues, so instead, your voice is a tender coo, like a gentle siren’s song. “Leland, honey–” “Don't you hun me, goddammit!” He snaps in retaliation, yanking his aviators off and shoving them into his pocket. 

"Don't you dare gimme that damn, sappy, oh, honey-" He mocks by doing a pitchy impression of your voice, one that's far more exaggerated than it actually is. 

"You know goddamn well I had a rough day. The station was a shithole." He exclaimed, stepping closer to you as he used his cap to continue gesturing.

"I.. didn't know you had such a bad day." you soft murmured, your tone much quieter than before. "It's got'a nother 30 minutes, alright.. sweetie?" 

"30 minutes. You expect me to stand here for another goddamn half hour?" Leland retorts, stepping over to the counter, his gaze shifting down to the food being cooked. "You think I got all the time in the damn world, don't you? Don't think I got better things to do other than wait for you to put my food on the table like I ain't got a whole day's work ahead of me tomorrow, huh?" He grabs a bottle of beer from the table. He always keeps a few stashed away.

He pinched the bridge of his nose before grabbing your arm and pushing you against the side of the counter. “I ought’a teach you a damn lesson.” He grumbled, his hand pushing your head down onto the counter as he fumbled with his belt.

He pulled off your undergarments with ease, giving your ass an aggressive slap. An instinctive yelp escaped your lips, Leland let out a gruff laugh, grabbing your ass and squeezing it roughly. "Yeah, that's what I thought, darlin’." 

He keeps you pinned against the counter with a handful of your hair in his hand, grinding his hips against your ass. He takes a swig from his beer, his cock semi-hard in his jeans as he lets out a satisfied groan. "You'd do good to keep that attitude in check. You don't wanna see what happens if you get too bitchy with me."

Leland’s cock brushed against your now red ass from that one slap. “Aah.. hnng.. Leland, honey..” you whimpered, your hips trembling in both shock and anticipation.

"Don't you honey me, darling. You've been acting like some kind'a brat lately.” Leland grumbled as he grabbed a cigarette and lit it almost instantly, something he’d perfected over his years of stress. His cock rubbed against your ass, threatening to push into you, “That ain't a good thing. You've gone n' forgot who's in charge around here.” he angrily grumbled.

He lowers his head and spits on his hard-on, “Ah.. hhn.. Sweetie-” you breathily moaned, though once his cock pushed into you, another yelp escaped you. He pushed into you instantly, filling you up completely.

“Aah- ah- fuck.. Nngh.. Leland–” you shakily stammered, your hips shuddering as he gripped them with one hand, rocking against you as your whines filled the room. “Mm.. fuck, Sugar.. I love those little noises you let out.. Soundin’ like some kinda whore.” Leland chuckled gruffly.

The way Leland’s hard-on slid in and out of you roughly felt so good, even if you hadn’t expected this 5 minutes ago. His hand gripped your hair aggressively, his grunts audible from behind you as the sound of skin on skin and your moans filled the room. 

“Fuck, feels like yer’ gonna snap my dick off, you’re so tight..” he grumbled, his brows furrowed as he felt your wet hole clench around him tighter, more groans escaping him. “Nngh.. Leland- honey– Haa.. i'm gonna cum- ah-!” You whined, your body tensing as that familiar bliss fell over you.

His grip on you didn’t loosen, if anything, it tightened. Leland’s breathing got more labored, leaning over you as his cock pummeled deeper and deeper before a warm liquid spurted into you, his head burying into your back as he panted. 

His movements stilled, his breathing labored before he spoke. “Next time.. Dinner ought’a be ready when I get home. You hear?” he angrily grumbled. He reluctantly pulled himself out of you before stepping back, his chest still rising and falling as you whimpered against the counter. Your head turned towards your husband before a sheepish smile painted your face.

You weren’t sure if you should make dinner on time or wait just a while again the next time..

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