#...i‘m getting soft

[cowboylikeyouu]

my favorite bucky hc is him not cutting his hair after endgame but instead letting it grow a bit longer and becoming a huge hair-care girly with a 7 step routine and everything, and yes you may braid it if you ask nicely but if you brush it wrong he will stab you

[s0ftcr33p]

❤︎ Let me be the one to ❤︎

❤︎ Hold your hand forever ❤︎

❤︎ We'd be good together ❤︎

❤︎ I'll make you feel special ❤︎

❤︎ Help you feel less stressful ❤︎

❤︎ Fix the holes in your heart ❤︎

❤︎ It's what I wanted from the start ❤︎

[semiloml]

cw: praise kink, overstimulation, soft dom akaashi, basically just a smut drabble

Akaashi had always been meticulous in everything he did.

The way he spoke, the way he carried himself, the way his sharp eyes analyzed everything in a room—there was a precision to him that was undeniable. And that precision, that control, extended to the way he touched you.

Which was why you were currently spread out beneath him, trembling, overstimulated, and utterly wrecked.

“You’re so messy already,” he murmured, his voice smooth and even despite the wreckage he was making of you. His fingers trailed down your slick skin, dragging deliberately through the wetness between your thighs. “We’ve barely started.”

You whined, hips shifting, but his other hand pressed down on your stomach, keeping you in place.

“Be still,” he ordered, and you immediately obeyed.

Akaashi rewarded you with a small smirk, dipping his head to press a soft, deceptively sweet kiss against your collarbone. “Good girl.”

The praise sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through you, but Akaashi was in no rush. He took his time, every movement controlled, every touch designed to make you fall apart just the way he wanted.

His fingers slid into you so easily, your body already pliant from how long he’d been teasing. He worked them in deep, curling just right, his thumb rubbing lazy, calculated circles over your clit.

“You like this, don’t you?” he mused, watching your face intently, cataloging every shiver, every twitch. “Letting me take my time with you? Knowing you don’t get to decide when you come?”

You nodded frantically, breathless. “Yes—yes, please—”

“Patience,” he murmured, pressing his lips to your ear. “We do things at my pace, remember?”

You whimpered, muscles tensing as he kept you teetering on the edge, never letting you tip over. He loved this part—seeing you get so desperate, so needy, unraveling piece by piece under his touch.

Only when you were practically begging did he finally line himself up, his cock pressing slowly, deliberately inside. He bottomed out with a low, satisfied sigh, pausing just to feel you clench around him.

“So tight,” he murmured, one hand gripping your hip, the other wrapping around your throat—not squeezing, just resting, just reminding you who was in control. “You take me so well, sweetheart.”

Then he moved.

Deep, controlled thrusts that made your breath hitch, his grip unyielding as he owned every inch of you. He never let you squirm away, never let you hide from the pleasure.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he ordered, and when you tried to look away, his grip on your throat tightened just enough to make your pulse race. “There’s my good girl.”

You could do nothing but take it, whimpering, gasping his name as he drove you closer and closer to oblivion.

And when he finally let you break—when pleasure slammed through you, leaving you shaking beneath him—Akaashi just smirked, dragging his fingers through the wet mess between your thighs.

“Messy,” he murmured, voice full of satisfaction. “But I suppose I’ll allow it.”

AUTHOR‘S NOTE: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE SUPPORT <33 I‘M CURRENTLY WORKING ON ALL MY REQUESTS AND I WILL NOW POST DAILY >.< (atleast I will try!!)

[littledes1re]

How to disappear | Chapter: one

Summary: after the passing of your mom, you and your dads best friend get close. You find comfort in him and he does the same because he also once lost something. While a relationship between you two sounds wrong and taboo, your feelings grow stronger. But Joel is an old man, guilt and the fear of losing you too, overwhelms him. So he leaves you.

Warnings: Angst, grief, heartbreak, lots of emotions, (fluff as a flashback), joels alcohol problems, dad that doesn’t care for his daughter, age gap! (23 and 61), crying, kind of depression, smut (as a flashback)

A/N: Okey Okey, I may said next week but I was already done with it so finally it’s here. Some dbf and Oldman!joel angst hehehe. Ngl I kinda hurt myself with this one.

Dear joel,

i‘m still thinking about the first time you kissed me, gentle, careful, caring.

I wish you‘d see how much I love you, how much I love being in your presence, how much I love our midnight talks.

We are both broken, something connected us. You made it a reason to leave me, I made it a reason to call you my soulmate.

I feel heartbreak. I cry myself to sleep, tell me..is that better than us comforting each other and having fun?

I miss our conversations, I miss your smile and your ability to comfort me.

Dad is asking why you are distancing yourself.

I love you, always.

Winter felt like forever.

A never ending cycle of dark and cold days, where the world stays still when snow falls. Lingering loneliness creeping up, as you fall for the hopelessness of it all and allowed the weather to dictate your mood while in the back of your mind the soft touches and whispers swam around of someone you where aching to be revolved around with once again.

Joel Miller.

Your last conversation stuck in your mind like the withering words only an enemy can say to you. Repeating itself over and over till there is only a echo of two words. We can‘t.

But there was no flicker of rejection in his eyes as he touched you, no regret as he cuddled you after his release, no shimmer of a different personality you weren‘t aware of, you knew him long enough. At least you thought so.

The aching in your heart and tummy was one that didn‘t go away no matter how much time had passed. The sadness clinged on you, wrapping tightly around your ribs, making it hard to breathe. It was one that grew each day for the past season, now coming to the point that you feel yourself getting sick from it. Flashes of memories startle you while you want to go on with your day. The glimpse of his brown eyes, landing on your face, soft and gentle the way you always knew him. Faints laughs of you two whenever it’s quiet.

And somehow underneath all of this it remembered you of your mom. The day she passed, the darkness that fell on you, the ability to not think straight as your eyes were hurting from crying. The shock not letting up, moving like a ghost trough life, pretending to function. Time would heal, but it didn’t. Time just showed you how to carry the pain without showing it.

You wanted to be small again, cradled by your mother’s hands, soothed by her voice.

“It feels like time has stopped for you and the people around you don’t care. You somehow have to function, but the person was your sole reason to function.” His eyes were emotionless.

Joel stopped crying after five months. He became a vessel of a man who once showed his kindness through actions and words and now someone who shuts everyone off. Grief is not predictable. It changes, buries itself deep beneath the skin and eats you alive. Joel never asked for comfort. But he gave it to you. He thought he didn’t deserve warmth, he thought he didn’t want to feel joy. But he let you feel all of those things.

The rough patch of his beard tickled your skin as you laid on top of him, nuzzling your face into his neck. The tears were dry on your cheeks, your eyes swollen and red as a headache started to form. His big hands rubbing circles on your back, soothing you to sleep.

“She is watching over you.”

The line that was crossed was blurred. The day you caught feelings was unknown. You just knew that there had been this silent connection between you two right after he decided to knock on your door to check on you.

“How y’doing, kiddo?”

Maybe it was the fact that you didn’t except it from him. Maybe it was the fact that your dad was distant after your mom’s passing. Maybe it was the fact that both of you lost something.

A man you should suddenly avoid because of his alcohol problems; your dad’s sayings. After his daughter’s passing he developed an alcohol problem, something that was clear whenever he was in your house, his eyes hazy, movements too unsteady. Your heart ached for him, never understanding how people do that to themselves. But after your mom, you did. His actions spoke louder than his words. He still helped your father around the house, with his job, with other things. He was there ,only his emotions were completely submerged, a veil placed over them so no one could recognize his true feelings.

That night, changed it all. He calmed your nerves, gave you the comfort you’ve been aching for the past eight months, and after that he finally let you in his heart. Told you what he was feeling. Guilt, anxiety and anger. His lips were quivering, eyes dark and swollen. Jaw clenched, as if he was trying to bite back the sob clawing up his throat. His breath shaky.

“I should’ve been there.” The only thing that he would murmur and then silence. A rather comfortable and understanding one. You don’t say anything, you just watch. Seeing the same emotions going through him as the day you lost your mom. His eyes would finally lift, and they would shine but not with kindness but with anger and sorrow. You could see it.

“An-and I feel selfish. For now coming in here and telling you this while you also lost someone.”

“Hey, hey. No.” Your hand gently lands on his shoulder, slowly moving to his hair caressing through his curls, while looking at him. His eyes softened, suddenly filling full of worry, bottom lip pouting. Looking at you like a kicked puppy. You felt tears leaving your eyes, landing on your thighs, you wanted to hug him. You knew how he was feeling. You also wanted to give him comfort.

“Don’t even think like that. You’re not selfish for speaking it out. You’re human, joel.”

He tilts his head slightly, you doing the same. A flicker of something knowing passing through your gaze.

“And if you really think thats selfish, then i’m selfish too. For wanting to hear it. You should’t carry it alone.”

For the first time, joel let’s go of the breath he has been holding for a long time. It doesn’t fix anything— but in this quiet moment, something shifts.

A piece of his sorrow, no longer carried alone.

He came over more often. Opened your door, sneaked in your bed and cuddled you, whenever your father was at home, you went to his place. He didn’t care anyway. You two had small road trips, where he drove you to his favourite places, music in the background, your head out of the window, enjoying it. It felt safe, it felt right.

Every worry in your head disappearing when he put your head on his chest. Soft humming and fingertips caressing the skin. Your conversations were not only about loss. They were flowing easily, they were funny.

“This thing is gonna give me a heart attack one day, I swear.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket, trying to find the right buttons to put it on silent.

“Ain’t working like that, wait—you have a nokia? Where the hell is your phone?” You asked widened eyes, after you snatched his supposed phone out of his hands.

He snatched it back, eyebrows furrowing.

“What about it? Tommy bought me one because they are easy to use.”

“No, no. S’nice.” You tried to suppress a giggle. And as you swallowed you looked around his house, he looked at you with a grumpy expression.

“What? I can’t keep up with your new generation shit.”

“Oh I bet, I bet. I just find it funny.” You finally giggled, laying back down on his couch, holding your tummy.

“Y’know what’s real funny? You don’t even know half of these movies that I showed you.”

You gasped, sitting up again. His face all smug, a smirk on his lips.

“What? They are cult classics c’mon now—“

“Yeah, for old people.” You rolled your eyes playfully, seeing his face all serious now.

Giggling, you stood up as he abruptly did so too, stretched out his arms to reach for you.

And you knew what that meant. You laughed just more, running around his coffee table and he followed you, trying to grab you. And suddenly he did, throwing you gently on the couch and began tickling you.

“J-joel” you couldn’t breathe from the laughter.

You thought your dad would comfort you and be there for you after what happened, you didn’t think it was going to be joel. But your dad locked himself up, ignoring his dad duties. Leaving you alone, not showing his emotions, not letting you show yours. His demeanour was cold, distant it felt like living with a stranger. You understood why. You understood that he also lost someone, but he never once asked how you are, never once opened the topic of Mom again. Deleted it from his life like it never existed. And while doing that he also deleted you slowly.

Your friends stopped texting, one didn’t know how to comfort you. The other one was acting like it wasn’t a big deal. So you also deleted that topic from them, from your father. Joel was the only one who heard you talking about your mom.

And then he left you. So now, you were completely alone.

But maybe you didn’t really love him. Maybe you just loved his comforting. Maybe you just needed someone and he was there. Would you love a man forty years older than you if your father acted like a father? The way he looked at you, worshipped you, made you feel good. Made you feel special. Took care of you. Something connected you two. Wasn’t those signs of love?

“Hurting?”

“No, think i’m good.” You whispered to him. The stretch was unusual, nothing that you haven’t had before but it felt different. It was with joel.

“S’good, real good.” He nodded his head to you. Under the covers, vulnerable, you two were naked. There were goosebumps all over your skin, and his too. Joel lets you adjust on his shaft, worried eyes scanning your face to see if you show any sign of discomfort.

The atmosphere in the room was calm, lights dimmed and if felt comfortable. The first time you really made out with him and laid your hands on his bulge he stopped you. “Wanna do it right.” He took his time, kissing every inch of your body, teasing you, loving on you. Calling you his pretty girl. Making your eyes almost tear up of how much love he was giving you.

He was extra careful as he started to thrust into you, little breaths leaving his mouth, your hands gripping his biceps. A little moan leaving your lips, feeling the pleasure in your belly slowly fill.

His gaze never left you, he noticed it all. The smile you give him, cheeks flushed, trying to breath right and suppress a loud moan. The way he handled you with gentle hands cupping your cheek, kissing your forehead.

“Joel—please.” A coo leaving his mouth, speeding his thrusts into you.

Joel would bite back a groan, his thrusts sometimes sloppy, sometimes losing the rhythm because it’s been so long. But you didn’t care. You loved feeling him all, you loved being with him.

And when he came his face would twist, you would gently touch his face. He would bury himself into you on last time and then hide into your neck, leaving wet kisses while catching his breath. While you didn’t come, you were still content and satisfied to have him on top of you. But of course he realised it and ate you out for one hour, taking his time, giving you the best orgasms of your life.

You never got an answer from the letter. You never got an answer on your countless texts and calls. He cut you out. And you were trying your best to be angry, you really were. But deep down, the sense of understanding was spreading. You knew how much trouble you two would be going through if your father or anyone in your family found out. Anyone in his family too.

The age gap would let everyone turn their heads in the streets.

Your friends, colleagues everyone would think he is a weirdo. That you are a weirdo.

But then you ask yourself why?

Why did he let you develop these feeling for him? Why did he give you a reason to think that he was in love with you? Why did he comfort you? why did he give you this feeling that everything is going to be fine? Why did he make you believe that there was a connection between you two?

A knock pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Can you help me set the table? Joel is also coming—oh and his girlfriend too, apparently.”

AAA this took so long, but i’m actually proud of this. Please if you see mistakes or want to give feedback, feel free to do so.

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Chapter two!

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[rafesslxt]

⋆˚࿔ reading 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

summary: mattheo finally get‘s to see what you‘re really reading

warnings: fluff, mention of smut in books, cursing, kinda dirty talk, little grinding against each other, reader making fun of mattheo at the end

words: 691

notes: love reading dark romance so that‘s where i got the inspo from 🫠 english is not my first language

Mattheo had always thought you were the smartest girl on the planet. Always studying, writing good notes even If you didn‘t.. your nose was always in a book with those dark mysterious covers.

When he asked you what they were about, you always answred something like oh just a silly romance or oh just some thriller stuff, with a blush on your cheeks which he had thought came from thinking he might find it corny that you read such things.

That‘s when your birthday was close and Mattheo wanted to buy you the biggest book boquet you had ever seen. He looked for someone who also lived in the muggle world like you and your family did to get you some of them. He just had to figure out what you were reading exactly and what you already had in your gigantic bookshelf.

So imagine his wide eyes and dropping jaw, when he opened one of your books and read right into it, landing on a page he almost wanted to get a priest for.

"Oh hey Matty, what are you – oh my god put them down!" you screamed at him in shock when you realised what he was doing. "Why the hell are you reading literal porn?" he gasped, taking his eyes away from the book, meeting yours.

"It‘s not porn! It‘s a romance, dark romance.", your corrected yourself. His eyes went back to the pages in front of him and he started to read something off of it. "His fingers toyed with my already dripping pussy –" "Mattheo!" you gasped and ran towards him, slapping a hand over his mouth so he couldn‘t continue reading.

Your boyfriend pushed up his eyesbrows, looking at you with a expression that was supposed to look like as If he had just proved a point. You took your hand away, his mouth opened instantly, "Wow here I am thinking my girlfriend is so smart for reading all of these books.." he gestured towards your full bookshelf, "and here she is just reading two people fucking over pages the whole damn time."

You rolled your eyes and walked towards your bed, dropping your bag down next to it and letting yourself fall onto your soft bedsheets. Mattheo continued to look through the pages, his face changing between shock, confusion and being surprised.

He put the book away and walked towards you, climbing on top of you. "Do you want to try some things from your books? Is it that why you read them? Because you want them too?" He smirked arrogant and just as you wanted to fire back a comment, he grabbed your wrists with one of his big hands, the other one on your hip and turned you onto your stomach with one swift motion.

He grabbed you unter your stomach and pushed your ass up, your back arching almost automatically. His hips grinding slowly and teasingly against your ass, slowly pushing your skirt up.

A gasp left your lips. "Mattheo!" "Be honest.. you just wanted someone to fuck you like they do in the books right? I always had thought that you were satisfied enough from all of the fucking we do."

You pushed your ass more against his scrotch, making him groan in a primal tone, feeling the heat rising in his stomach. "I am!"

He leaned down over your shoulder and whispered into your ear, voice dark and controlled. "I‘m gonna pick out one book per day now and you‘ll tell me what you wanna recreate from it. We‘re gonna do this until you need new books."

You bit your bottom lip and slowly nodded, knowing there was no use to tell him no. "So.. tell me what‘s first baby."

You had to tease him at least a little bit so you thought about the books you had and let out a quiet giggle before telling him. "They‘re fucking with his best friend.."

You looked over your shoulder and started laughing loudly when Mattheo looked at you as If you had three heads and were the devil itself. "Fuck no."

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[not-magdi]

-soft mornings / Lando Norris

Warnings : none (maybe some pregnancy-fever)

Words: 900

Reading time : 3min 45 sec

A/N

I‘m currently having the biggest baby fever, this was my inspiration for this post.

Hope you enjoy it!

Love you guys, Magdi <3

The soft light of the Monaco morning seeped through the sheer curtains, painting the bedroom in gentle hues of gold. Y/N stirred slightly, nestled against the warmth of Lando’s chest. His arm was draped protectively around her, his hand resting on the curve of her growing belly. She could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing, a soothing rhythm that lulled her in and out of a comfortable haze.

“Morning, love,” Lando murmured, his voice thick with sleep as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. His curls tickled her cheek, and she couldn’t help but smile softly, her eyes still closed.

“Morning,” she whispered back, her voice barely audible as she shifted closer, burrowing herself deeper into his embrace.

Lando’s hand moved gently over her belly, his touch light but reverent. “And good morning to you too, little one,” he added, his tone warm and playful. He rubbed slow circles over the bump, his voice dropping to a soft murmur as he spoke to their baby. “You keeping Mum comfy in there? Let her sleep a bit longer today, yeah? You can kick me later if you want.”

Y/N chuckled softly at his words, her smile widening. “You talk to her more than you talk to me these days,” she teased, her eyes fluttering open to find Lando’s boyish grin.

“That’s because she listens to me,” he quipped, feigning a pout. Then, as if he couldn’t resist, he leaned down and placed a tender kiss on her belly. “You’re going to be a good listener, aren’t you, baby girl? Not like your mum.”

“Oi!” Y/N laughed, swatting his arm lightly, though the joy in her voice betrayed her attempt at being stern. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love me for it,” Lando countered, pulling her closer still. His arms wrapped around her fully now, his chin resting on her shoulder as he continued to cradle her bump.

They stayed like that for a while, tangled together in the warmth of their bed, until Y/N finally stirred, stretching slightly. “Alright,” she murmured, “I suppose we should get up before you smother me with affection.”

“Smother you? Never,” Lando teased, helping her sit up. “But fine, let’s get you fed. Can’t have my girls going hungry.”

———-

The kitchen was bathed in soft morning light as Lando rummaged through the fridge. “How about pancakes? Or eggs? Wait, no—both,” he said, his excitement bubbling over.

Y/N leaned against the counter, her hand resting on her belly as she watched him with a fond smile. “Both sounds good,” she agreed.

“Perfect.” Lando grinned and walked over to her, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead before crouching down to kiss her belly again. “Hear that, baby girl? Pancakes and eggs. You’ve got great taste, just like your mum.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but laughed, letting him take her hand and lead her toward the counter. “Alright, chef, tell me what to do.”

“You,” Lando said, spinning her gently and placing his hands on her shoulders, “are going to sit right here and supervise.” He pulled out a stool for her, making sure she was comfortable before diving into his pancake batter preparations.

But Y/N wasn’t one to sit still for long. “Lando, I’m pregnant, not incapable,” she protested, standing up to grab the whisk.

Lando gave her a playful pout but didn’t argue, instead sidling up beside her as they worked together. As Y/N whisked the batter, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. “Teamwork,” he murmured, swaying slightly with her.

“You’re clingy today,” Y/N teased, though she didn’t mind one bit.

“Just excited,” he admitted, his voice soft. His hands found their way to her belly again, rubbing gentle circles. “It’s getting so real, you know? She’s really in there.”

Y/N smiled, leaning back against him. “She is,” she said quietly, her free hand covering his.

As the batter was poured onto the pan, Lando suddenly said, “Speaking of her, we should really narrow down some names. I mean, we can’t just keep calling her ‘baby girl’ forever.”

Y/N laughed. “Alright, Mr. Planner. What’s on your list?”

Lando turned thoughtful, flipping a pancake before answering. “I like Ella,” he said. “Short, sweet. What about you?”

“Ella’s nice,” Y/N agreed, tilting her head. “I’ve always liked names like Sophie or Amelia. Something classic.”

“Amelia’s cute,” Lando said, testing the sound of it. “Amelia Norris. Sophie Norris. Hmm.” He glanced over his shoulder at her with a grin. “What if we went a little wild? Like Nova or Luna?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Nova? Are you trying to make her a future Formula 1 driver already?”

“Could be,” Lando said with a laugh. “We need a name with star power.”

“Well, let’s keep a few options in mind,” Y/N said, resting her chin on his shoulder as he plated the pancakes. “We’ve still got time to decide.”

“True,” Lando agreed, turning to kiss her cheek. “But whatever her name is, she’s going to be the luckiest little girl in the world. She’s got you as her mum.”

“And you as her dad,” Y/N countered, her voice full of warmth.

Lando’s grin softened, his eyes full of love as he pulled her in for a proper hug, one hand inevitably finding its way back to her belly. “She’s got us,” he said simply.

————-

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[rinneganed]

HOUSE OF BALLOONS — UCHIHA VARIOUS.

ENJOY A DOSE OF . . . ⌨️ : ̗̀➛┊͙꒰ dry humping ꒱

cw ! afab!reader, virgin!sasuke, hair pulling, biting, degradation, praise, spanking, penetration, creampie, sex deprived!itachi, maybe i missed some more..?

today’s registry . . . ⌨️ : ̗̀➛ sasuke, itachi, madara.

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀notes ; not revised oopsiesssss

⁀ ۫ ִ ୨💉៹ ۫ ݂ sasuke ! ੭ꠥ ۫

SASUKE truly never had time to mingle in any unimportant business that got in the way of his goals, and yes that meant he lacked any sexual experience. he had always denied and dismissed any little daydream he’d have, he couldn’t allow himself to act on his hormone’s. he always swore up and down he would never let his sexual frustration get in the way of his success, that was until he met you. since meeting you he started to pick up on new habits, he’d often lose himself at the sight of your lips and even found himself getting hard when you’d get too close to him. it was like a moth to a flame, his body yearned for sexual comfort and you were that essence his skin had been seeking to fix his drought. it got to the point where it was unbearable and any time he was alone he would find himself with his swollen cock in his hand with a cloudy head and you on his mind. he started to fantasize seeing you on top of him stuffed so full with his length, moaning his name with spit trickling down your lips as your hands grappled onto his body to find stabilization.

he was currently trapped in the heat that erupted from his body, soft moans spilling from his mouth as his hand squeezed his dick. he was so vulnerable, body drenched in sweat as he imagined vigorous things— he couldn’t catch himself in time before his mouth moved on his own. “m-mm fuck, [name] ‘m gonna—“

“sasuke..?”

his body froze as his climax deflated, “shit, [name] wait i promise this isn’t—“

you shushed him as you neared, your knees sinking into the bed that he laid upon. there was something about how helpless he currently looked, a look of fear spread on his face as his chest caved in and arose. “no need to make an excuse, sasuke. i saw it all…” you threw your leg over his body, now straddling him. your finger drew a line from his chest, up to his chin, and to his lips. “you look so cute whimpering my name… i mean seriously you should really feel how wet i am…”

sasuke winced beneath you, grunting as his cock twitched against the fabric of your shorts. “let me feel, please?” he looked up at you with such wide puppy eyes, thrusting his hips upwards in an attempt to slightly grind against your cunt.

you moaned as you felt his hard cock glide against your slit, “i‘m gonna help you cum, ‘kay?” you smiled as he shook his head violently. you wasted no time in rocking your hips against his groin, feeling your stomach tingle as a harmony of moans began to fall off his tongue. he was panting as the two of you sung sweet songs of hums and grunts, you were soaked and this only allowed his cock go slide inbetween your clothed pussy with ease.

he was full of different emotions that varied from excitement, ecstasy, lust and weakness. he was a whimpering mess and the moment he heard his name come from your mouth his hands latched onto your hips as his fingers dug into the meat of your waist. “oh f-fuck, ‘m gonna c-cum—“ he grunted and groaned when you turned nearly animalistic in the way you thrusted against him and continuously blurted out his name. it was over in seconds when the pit in his stomach unraveled and gasps emitted from within him, he was heaving as his cum spilled from his cock and all along your shorts, dribbling down your thighs and along his waist. both you and sasuke were full of cum and sweat.

⁀ ۫ ִ ୨💉៹ ۫ ݂ itachi ! ੭ꠥ ۫

ITACHI is definitely not a virgin, though because of the fact he had been away from living a normal life and rather took up the life style of a criminal; he no longer had time to slip in an occasional fuck. more recently he’s been itching to fuck you, and you’ve made it oh so difficult. you were different from any of the escorts from villages, you would egg him on and often tease him with a little nibble after kissing his lips. this is what drove him crazy and he hated when he would be left alone with his own thoughts because it is you who he would immediately focus on.

he had enough of the little game you had lead on with him, which is why as of now he had you straddling him your hair thrown over your shoulder and onto the other side of your head. he gritted his teeth, “fuck, grind harder!” his palm collided with your ass as he laid down a slap, earning a whimper from you.

you listened to his directions, your tits bouncing in his face as you rode his covered cock. you were wearing a dress— scratch that— you were told to wear a dress and now you saw why. he wanted you to have as little possible layers, when he saw you in such a short thin dress he knew exactly what he wanted to happen. now rather than him being the desperate one, he wanted to see you rub and thrust against him as you screamed his name during a weak attempt at cumming. his hand slipped under your dress, pushing your panties to the side to allow you to feel his hard cock through his loose pants. you moaned and it nearly slipped out as a scream from the friction, “i-itachi— feels so good, ‘m gonna!—“

another spank landed on your ass cheek, this time he dug his fingernails into the fat of your ass. “you’ll cum when i say so, got that?” his free hand grabbed your chin, forcing you to stare back into his sharingan eyes. he scoffed, “look like such a good little slut, i bet you wish you were bouncing and taking my cock inside.” he cocked his head to the side, smirking. “whimper my name and i’ll let you cum.”

although he spat his words like venom, you were quick to obey. “itachi, im so close im gonna cum for you!” you were trapped in a messy fit of moans, your breasts slipping out of the dress as he roughly grabbed onto your thighs to allow him better control and access to your cunt; thrusting his cock up against you in the same rhythm you were. he used both hands to slap your bum, grabbing handfuls of your ass as he slammed you down onto his hardon.

you screamed in delight, throwing your head back as strands of hair stuck onto your forehead; you grunted his name as your body began to shake. he was delighted to see you in such state, his length was twitching and he had already felt himself pre-cum; he knew exactly what was next.

⁀ ۫ ִ ୨💉៹ ۫ ݂ madara ! ੭ꠥ ۫

MADARA is a sex hungry man and his way of fucking was animalistic, he couldn’t stand being teased by you. the second he noticed how horny you were he was quick to pounce, although he did enjoy a little bit of pre gaming.

he loved teasing you, standing behind you in the kitchen with his fat cock pressed up against your bum. he would grind against you until you’d throw you head back and allow him access to your neck. his teeth gnawed at the skin, sucking, licking and kissing all along your throat. he was groaning in your ear—his favorite thing to do. “you feel how hard ya got me…?” he mumbled as his lips turned towards your ears, his canines nibbling on your ear lobes as his right hand explored your breasts and his left locked into your hip.

you allowed him easy access, pressing you ass closer to his cock as his name flowed from your mouth with ease. it was a matter of seconds before his hands were toying with your waistband, ripping your pants down and sliding his cock against your skin.

“fuck, you open up so easy to me…” he held the base of his length in his hand, sliding it against your wet slit before deciding he couldn’t take this teasing stage any longer. in seconds he had your face planted into the countertop with his left hand forcing you to arch your back and his right hand gripping your ass cheek.

his balls were heavy and full, slapping against your wet cunt; you were both sweaty and moaning. he let go of your ass, leaving his fingernails indented in your skin and the outline of his palm embedded in your ass. he targeted your hair, yanking it backwards and forcing you to look back at him. “you love taking me, don’t you?” he roared as a grunt rolled off his last words, slamming in and out of your sloppy pussy. you moaned in return as tears formed in your eyes, this caused him to pull harder. “i wanna hear you say it, be a good girl and let me know how much you love this dick!”

you screamed as his he propped his leg onto the counter, his hands grappling your hips and pounding in and out of you with hunger. “fuck fuck fuck! keep going, madara! f-feels so good, mm—“ your body quivered, your teeth cackling against eachother. “f-fuck! i’m gonna cum all on your cock!” your eyes rolled back as he dropped your head of hair, you face planted into the counter as you felt his strokes coming to an end and tuned into his grunts and groans.

“shit, you squeeze so good around me…” he grunted one last time before emptying completely inside of you, thrusting gently inside of you as he ran his course.

[sugary-strawberry-shortcake]

“You’re Not Supposed to Bleed” ( Yandere Older Brother! Dick Grayson x Poison Ivy’s Daughter Reader)

A/N: I’m literally typing this in a car rn. The moment it gets published (I used the queue lol) I’m probably feeding wildlife elephants in Cambodia. So it will be tough for me To answers questions immediately, but I will do so in a few days!!🩷🩷

i‘m not familiar with TWs, but just a warning Dick is a bit more crazy (he‘s a yandere tbf) than usual

She was in the bathroom again.

Door closed. Water running. Muffled footsteps back and forth.

Dick stood outside her bedroom, arms crossed, jaw tight. She had avoided movie night again, ignored three messages in the group chat, and skipped dinner—even though she said she’d be there.

It wasn’t like her.

At least… not like she used to be.

Not like the sweet little girl who would cling to his arm and giggle every time he ruffled her hair.

The one who used to beg to stay up with him and watch cartoons.

He knocked on her door.

“Little Flower?”

No answer.

He opened it anyway.

Her room smelled like lavender. Neat bed. Clean desk. Everything perfectly in place—except the corner of the sheets, where a dark stain bloomed quietly into the fabric.

Dick froze.

The smile dropped from his face instantly.

His heart slammed into his throat.

His vision went white.

Blood.

Dark. Wet. Seeping into cotton.

His hand trembled as he stepped closer. The image of her—her body, her neck, the white sheet from the morgue—flashed in his mind like lightning behind his eyes.

She was dying again.

She was dying again.

He didn’t even hear the bathroom door open.

“Dick, what the hell?!”

He spun. Fast. Like he’d been caught doing something wrong.

YN stood there, wearing a fresh shirt and an annoyed expression. Hair damp. A towel still clutched in one hand.

“What are you doing in my room?!”

“I—I knocked,” he stammered, then looked past her to the bathroom. “Are you hurt?” His eyes unlike she had ever seen.

“No?”

He pointed at the bed. “There’s blood.”

Her face shifted.

Then immediately flattened into horror. And then embarrassment.

“Oh my god.”

“Tell me what’s wrong—what happened—did someone—?”

“Dick, stop!” she snapped, cheeks red.

He blinked. Stared.

“You’re—you’re bleeding. You’re not supposed to—”

“It’s my period.”

Silence.

A long one.

She crossed her arms, glaring now. “Are you done being dramatic?”. This whole situation was just shameful to her.

Dick didn’t move.

Because his brain had stopped working.

Period.

She said period.

She said it like it was normal. Like it was allowed.

His chest tightened. His skin buzzed.

He remembered her as a toddler—barely up to his knee. Drawing stick figures with hearts. Wearing flower crowns she made from weeds. Falling asleep on his shoulder and calling him Dicky.

And now she was… bleeding. Becoming. Changing.

Growing into something he couldn’t control.

“You’re not supposed to have that,” he said softly.

She frowned. “…What?”

“You’re not supposed to be old enough.”

She stared at him. “I’m fourteen, Dick.”

He flinched at the number like it was a slap.

“You’re still little.”

“I’m not a baby.”

“You are to me.”

His voice cracked at the end.

She shifted, the tension rising in her body now—like she could feel it. The heat behind his eyes. The weight of what he wasn’t saying.

“Look, I didn’t mean to stain anything. I’ll clean it up. Just—please leave my room, okay?”

“I can help.”

“No.”

“Let me at least—”

“No, Dick.”

He stepped forward.

She didn’t.

“I can take care of myself,” she said, voice soft now. Firm, but not cruel. “You don’t need to hover over me every second of the day.”

“But if I don’t—” His voice broke. “You’ll go away again.”

She blinked. “What?”

He swallowed. His hands were still clenched at his sides.

“Nothing,” he whispered.

“Dick.”

He looked at her. He saw Bruce in the way her jaw set when she was angry. He saw Ivy in the way her eyes went glassy when she was holding back tears. But underneath all of it—he still saw her. The little girl. The soft one. The one with dandelion wishes and grass-stained knees.

He told himself she was still little. Still his Little Flower. But girls didn’t bleed when they were little. And that scared the hell out of him.

“I just want you to stay my Little Flower.”

“I never stopped being her.”

Her voice was kind. Gentle.

But she didn’t come closer.

And she didn’t hug him.

Later that night, he sat alone on the edge of his bed, the stained sheet clutched in his lap.

He hadn’t let her wash it.

He hadn’t thrown it out.

She was fourteen. Fourteen, and she’d had her first period without a single Wayne there to hold her hand. To sit beside her. To tell her it was okay. He should’ve been there. He was her brother. He was the oldest. He was supposed to be the one who kept her from feeling like she was alone in the middle of a house full of people.

She deserved a brother who noticed.

She deserved a family that stayed.

And he was going to give her that now, whether she wanted it or not.

[bravo4iscool]

simon riley is a chubby chaser. prove me tf wrong. man loves to feel plushy hips and big thighs and he gets so fucking full of himself when he carries his s/o around because he’s able to do it with fucking ease.

he would love to beat the shit outta anybody looking at them the wrong way. a single glare intimidating the person looking or whispering. no one, and i repeat, NO ONE messes with his s/o.

in public he gives them the prince(ss) treatment but at home he’s worshipping the shit outta that body. these thighs haunt him in his dreams and he loves teasing and planting kisses all over them. also the stomach of his s/o. this man is fucking obsessed with it, gently placing his head on it, showering it with affection and little kisses…

and i 100% believe he’s a goner for hugs with his s/o. he can‘t get enough of them, feeling the softness of his partners body against his rough chest and skin. he could hug for hours. matter of fact, he doesn’t want to let his s/o go.

he was falling for his s/o the second he saw them but bro was in fucking denial… thats why he treats them with such crazy affection now. he‘s tryna make up for the time he lost by trying to convince himself he wasn‘t in love with them like a stupid teenager.

(little side note: his favourite praise for them is „atta girl/boy“…)

brain rotting over this😗✌🏼anything i missed lmao?

i‘m thinking bout making a taglist, would you guys want/like that???

REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN!!!

(masterlist)

[rhiannonsknife]

okay, but... jackie taylor with reader! princess treatment? reader just loves sitting on her lap while wearing a cute short skirt and pretty ass, having jackie's arms around her, giving her a kiss with lip gloss when she wins a game, looking at her with big eyes and a cute pout ... just princess treatment?

i really love your work!

god….jackie taylor princess treatment, save me!! save me jackie taylor princess treatment!!

jackie taylor lives to spoil you.

she’s got an arm slung around your waist at all times, fingers resting just beneath the hem of your shirt to have a feel of your skin. she never lets you walk on the outside of the sidewalk, she opens doors for you without a second thought, and if you so much as shiver, she's already draping her varsity jacket over your shoulders, murmuring, “can't have my girl getting cold, can i?”

it’s fair to say that she is obsessed with you. and jackie doesn't even try to hide it.

it’s obvious to everyone around in the way she pulls you into her lap the second you're close enough, her arms wrapping around your waist like she owns you. she doesn't care where you are (on the bleachers after practice, at a party, even in the middle of the cafeteria if there's space) you're sitting on her, not next to her.

“you're so clingy,” you tease one afternoon, even as you settle comfortably against her, your skirt riding up just a little when you shift in her lap.

jackie’s hands squeeze your hips. “and?”

“nothing,” you say. “i like it!”

if she's not actively pulling you into her lap, she's tucking loose strands of hair behind your ear, playing with your fingers, kissing your temple just because she can. jackie even carries your bag after school, waits for you after class, and lets you steal her clothes even though she knows you only wear them so people will see.

and after a big game? there is no stopping her: even sweaty, breathless, and radiating victory, all jackie wants is you.

the second she sees you waiting for her near the sidelines, she beams, racing right over, gripping your waist, pulling you in.

jackie barely has time to catch her breath before you cup her face, press a sticky-sweet, glossy kiss to her lips, and pull back just enough to admire your work. a perfect pink layer left behind, her lips glittering with it.

"you taste like strawberries," she murmurs, pressing another kiss to the corner of your mouth.

you flush, curling further into her as the other yellowjackets begin to catch up. jackie just grins, keeping you right where you belong: wrapped up in her arms, pressed against her like she never wants to let go. (which, truthfully, she doesn’t…)

— nsfw below the cut. mdni.

okay but now i‘m thinking…jackie finger fucking you in her lap…? because, if you think about it, that also counts as princess treatment, right…?

maybe you’ve convinced her to let you do her make up or something:

at first, you’re confused as to why she would agree to this at all: jackie is definitely better at doing makeup than you, and hates when somebody messes with her face like that.

it only really dawns upon you when you’re already sitting on her lap: here you are, in the shortest little skirt, looking all cute and focused, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you reach for a brush.

no wonder jackie actually wanted this.

no wonder she’s got no sense of self control now.

her hands drift to your thighs, fingertips teasing along the hem of your skirt. just barely at first, featherlight touches that make you squirm but don't fully distract you as you reach for a brush.

but she doesn't stop there. she squeezes your thighs, her fingers pressing into soft flesh as she watches you try to ignore her.

“jackie,” you warn, not yet looking down.

jackie hums, all innocent. “hmm?”

“you’re distracting me,” you murmur, dipping the brush into the powder, trying to refocus. but, god, it’s hard when she trails her fingers up until she’s squeezing your ass.

“am i?”

you turn her chin slightly to apply the blush. “yes”

jackie, completely unbothered, presses a lingering kiss to your wrist, then the inside of it, then your palm. before you can react, she’s already leaning up, catching your lips in a kiss as well.

you sigh against her mouth, your hands sliding into her hair as the brush clatters to the floor.

as easy as that, and all your resolve is gone, replaced by arousal when jackie reaches between your legs. when she catches your eyes, tilts her head, and waits for the breathless nod before pushing your panties to the side, moaning as if she could feel actual pleasure from the way her fingers slide through your wetness.

it’s not long after that, that you find yourself propped up above jackie, most of your weight resting on your knees, one hand on the headboard, as she pounds her fingers into you. you don’t even have to do anything at all, she’s doing the work for you, wetness gushing down her arm.

“just like that,” jackie praises as the hem of your skirt bounces with each thrust. her free hand lingers on your lower back, supporting you in your current position and her face is covered in your lipgloss, chin and jaw glistening with it over a thin layer of sweat.

“come on,” she encourages, leaning back on her elbows to get a better look at you, her fingers stilling inside of your throbbing cunt.

it is up to you to take pleasure from her now.

later, you will be embarrassed by how fast you switch to riding her fingers…

[furioussouls]

LADS boys taking care of their stressed partner

[with chubby reader]

[chubby reader, don’t like it, don’t read]

warnings: stress, exhaustion, comfort, slight hospital mention (fainting), very fluffy

disclaimer: the characters belong to the game “love and deepspace“ by InFold.

Based on this request :3

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Xavier:

You walked through the door and kicked your shoes off. Your head throbbed and you were extremely irritated- to say the least. Everyone loaded their workload on you without any gratitude or you getting anything in return and you were done with it all. Just the thought of returning back there tomorrow crushed your spirit. You sighed in exhaustion and walked to the bedroom.

Xavier smiled when he heard the door close and walked over to greet you. His face dropped when he saw you. You were visibly exhausted. You looked paler than your normal winter complexion, your eye bags were deep and you looked like a Zombie. He sighed and walked over to you.

“Oh. Hi, Xavier.“

“Hey, baby“, Xavier walked over to you and engulfed you in a tight and crushing hug. His pale and slender fingers gently rubbed over your back and he dug into a few knots. “I missed you. How was work?“

You chuckled drily and shook your head. His blue eyes closed and he engulfed you in another hug. “I‘m really sorry that you had a rough day.“ He said gently, his soft lips tugging into a unhappy smile.

“Thank you. It is what it is, though.“

He shook his hand and gently grabbed your hand. “It isn’t. Come on, let me take care of you.“ He gently led you into the bedroom and you stumbled after him.

You stood in front of him and his warm hands gently fondled with your shirt. He pulled it off you and threw it into the laundry basket. Xavier gently rubbed over your round figure. He unbuttoned your pants and let his fingers wander along your thick thighs as he gently pulled your pants down. Xavier took your underwear off as well and wrapped you up in a fluffy white robe.

“Wait here.“ Xavier said softly and pushed you down on the bed. He went into the bathroom and turned the faucet of the bathtub on. You sighed and leaned back on the bed.

Afterwards, Xavier led you to the filled tub and you almost moaned in bliss. He added your favourite scent to the bathtub and lit your favourite candles as well. Your relaxing and pain- relieving bath salt was also added to the tub and tears welled up in your eyes.

“Thank you, baby.“ You sniffed.

Xavier’s eyes widened and he shook his head softly. “Please, don’t cry. It’s alright. Just relax alright?“ He took of your robe and helped you climb into the bathtub. You moaned happily when the warm water engulfed you and Xavier leaned over to you, his familiar clean scent wrapping around you.

“Don’t even worry about anything. While you relax, I’m going to cook us something nice.“

Your smile dropped and your eyes widened in panic. His innocent smile faded and turned into a big grin, which exposed his white pearly teeth. “Just kidding. I’m gonna order something from your favourite place.“

You giggled sleepily and nodded.

“Don’t fall asleep, I’ll leave the door open to check on you.“

When he returned, he sat down next to you and took a washcloth to rub you down with. “Do you want to tell me what happened today? If you don’t want to, it’s not a problem at all. Just, if you need to vent I’m right here.“

Zayne:

You woke up and heard soft beeping echo around the room. You raised your eyebrow and looked down your arm. There was an IV infusion in your arm and you winced. What happened? Why were you at the hospital? The last thigh you remembered was you working normally. Just like every other day and now you’re here?

You blinked up and saw Zayne. He checked something in your medical chart with furrowed eyebrows. He sighed, his chest heaving before you called out to him.

His eyes snapped up to you and his face softened. Zayne walked over to you and gently stroked over your head. His face tenderly cupped your cheek and he leaned down to kiss your cheek. “What happened?“, you asked him, your voice was raspy.

Zayne sighed as he looked through your chart. His tongue dug into the inside of his cheek and he pushed his glasses further into his face.

“You fainted at work due to exhaustion. You are severely dehydrated and lacked sleep. Also, when was the last time you ate something? I assumed you had been eating meals at work, but turns out I was wrong.“ Zayne bit out. He kept his tone professional, but you could tell that he was mad. His slightly tousled hair, his uneven collar, his flared nostrils. All of these were signs that he’s mad.

You grabbed his hand. “Sorry.“

Zayne looked at your hand and sighed deeply. He closed his eyes and then blinked up at the ceiling before looking back at you. He laid his cold hand on top of your soft one.

“I know work is important to you. But you can’t go on like this. You can’t work yourself to the bone for people that don’t care about you. Because they don’t. If you needed to quit because of your health, they wouldn’t wait one day before replacing you. Please, just care a little bit more about your health.“

Tears welled up in your eyes and Zayne’s eyes softened. “I‘m sorry. That was not only unprofessional of me, but also unnecessarily mean. I’m sorry.“ Zayne hugged your soft body tightly and you nodded. His hand cupped the back of your head.

“It’s not that easy.“

“I know it’s not, you’re absolutely right. I was just frustrated.“ Zayne wiped away a tear and smiled softly at you. “You‘ll be taking a week off, though. Doctors orders“

You nodded and he kissed your forehead. “I‘ll be taking care of you.“

You looked up at him with wide eyes.

The side of Zayne‘s mouth tugged up and he nodded. “It’d just be hypocritical of me to not also take some time off for my health. During that time all of my attention will be on you. I hope you can take it.“

You grinned and wiggled with your eyebrows. Zayne chuckled and pinched the bridge of his nose.

The hospital released you on the very same day and Zayne drove you both home. He sat you down on the couch with the remote and lifted your thick thighs onto a pillow. You raised and eyebrow at him and he fluffed your pillows up. Zayne brought you a glass of juice and some sweet snacks (which he took a bite out of) and began chopping some vegetables. He cooked your favourite meal and basically served you everything you wanted.

On the next few days, he took you out on a walk and enjoyed a popsicle (or two) with you.

Rafayel:

You threw your work bag on the floor and took off your shoes. You were genuinely sick of it all. Your work, the expectations, the stress. You felt like you were about to explode. You walked into the living room to eat something when you saw Rafayel standing there with his usual soft pout.

Usually, you’d tease him and pinch his cheeks and he’d pretend to hate it while actively leaning into your touch, but you were just too exhausted. You made your way to the kitchen when Rafayel‘s voice rang out in disbelief and you stopped in your tracks.

“Um, hello? Am I invisible? Have you forgotten about me? You know what, you probably have. That’s fine. Before you leave, rip my heart out and stomp on it. That way you‘ve taken everything I had.“

You smiled softly. “I’m not in the mood Raf‘.“ Rafayel’s pout dropped and his eyebrows furrowed in concern. His plump lips pulled into a slight frown. “Are you okay? Did something happen?“

You shrugged. “No, nothing much. I just want to eat something and go to bed.“ You stood up and walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a chocolate bar. Rafayel followed you with crossed arms and bit his lips, not liking your dismissiveness. His eyes suddenly focused on your chocolate bar.

“Is that what you’re going to eat after a long day of work?“

“If you don’t have any food here, then yes.“

Rafayel sighed and shook his head. He tapped on his phone. After he finished, he walked over to you and gently rubbed your arms. “I just ordered something. Let’s wait on the couch and you can tell me what happened.“

“I‘m too tired to talk. I don’t even know if I can stay up long enough for the food to arrive.“

“Cutie.. you need to take some time off.“

Frustration built in your chest. “Well, sorry. Not all of us are rich and our own bosses. Some of us depend on our jobs, as shitty as they are.“ You snapped at him. Guilt crept up your stomach and your face dropped. You sighed. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t take my anger out on you.“

Rafayel smiled softly. “Don’t worry, I get you. Please, take some time off or find a job that you like. I’ll pay you until then, alright? It won’t be for free of course, you have to spent every second of the day with me.“

You chuckled and shook your head. You put a hand to your chest in a dramatic gesture.“Why would you condemn me to such a punishment? I‘d rather take my chances with this job.“

Rafayel’s jaw dropped and he laid his hand across his chest. “Your words cut too deep.“ You grinned and he gently caressed the side of your face and grabbed your hands. “Come on, let’s try something until the food arrives.“

You whined. “Raf‘, no. I’m not in the mood.“

“Yeah, yeah. I know. Come on.“

You followed him as he led you to his painting room and he handed you a big paint brush. You raised an eyebrow at him. Rafayel rolled his eyes and pointed to the paintbrush “You can paint with that, if you don’t know what it is.“

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. “I know what it is, Raf‘. Why did you give it to me? What am I supposed to paint?“

Rafayel gave you a palette with an array of colours and different shades. “Whatever you want to paint. It doesn’t have to be pretty or make sense. Just take the brush and let your anger out. I’ll wait on the couch for you.“ He stepped behind you and wrapped his arms around your warm and full torso.

Rafayel waited on the couch for you and prepared your guys‘ food, which had arrived just a couple of minutes ago. He dished it all up when you walked in. His eyes snap up to you and he softened once he saw your teary eyes. He wrapped his arms around you and let you sob on his chest.

“I hate working so much. I can’t do it anymore. I fucking hate it.“

“I know, cutie. I’m here for you. You’ll always have options.“

Sylus:

You rushed over to Sylus‘ home. He sent you the emergency code word, which you both agreed on a long time ago. If any of you send this code word, the other one needs to drop everything and rush over. You came home after a long day of work and saw the notification and immediately ran to him.

You stepped through the door and called for him, your weapon in your hands.

“Sylus!“, you called out and scanned every corner of the entrance.

“You took your time, kitten.“, a gravelly voice spoke up from next to you. You whipped around with your gun and dropped it when you saw Sylus smiling. He was unharmed.

Your heart beat out of your chest and you looked at him in disbelief. “Sylus! What the fuck? We agreed to only use the code in an emergency!“

“Oh, but I do have an emergency.“

You looked around the room and lifted your weapon again incase someone popped out of nowhere. Sylus chuckled softly and his big and imposing form walked over to you. He stood in front of you when he suddenly leaned down and wrapped his arms around you. He pat your butt two times. You looked at him in confusion and he pat your butt again and lifted and eyebrow. Your nostrils flared and you wrapped your legs around him as he picked you up.

“A little birdie told me that you have been working hard.“ Sylus replied smoothly, his large hands gripping the fat of your thigh and butt as he kept walking. Your eyes scanned the room for Mephisto and you glared at him.

Sylus followed your gaze and chuckled, his grip tightened around you.

“Yeah, Sylus. So what? That still doesn’t explain why you used our emergency-“, Sylus interrupted you rudely.

“That same little birdie also told me that you haven’t been eating your lunches and that you’ve been pulling nightshift after nightshift without any breaks. Are my sources trustworthy, I wonder?“

You sighed and let your head hang. Sylus chuckled softly and used the opportunity to kiss your hairline. Soon after, he sat you down on his expensive couch and poured you a glass of water. Next to the jug of water was a small plate with grapes.

“Since you don’t know how to properly take care of yourself or lean on your loved ones when you’re overworked, I took the liberty of booking us a little vacation.“ Sylus smiled softly, his soft lips stretched into a soft smirk.

You barked out an incredulous laugh. “Yeah, sure. Of course, I’ll just drop everything for you so that we can go to the beach. Don’t be ridiculous, Sylus!“

“You don’t have to worry. I already arranged it all. Your boss was just too glad to let you go. Even with some paid time off. How generous of him.“ He responded sarcastically and widened his eyes on purpose.

Your jaw dropped and your nostrils flared in frustration. “Sylus. Did you threaten my boss? Are you fucking crazy?“

He lifted his hands in mock surrender “No threatening involved, some money was all it took.“ You sighed in exhaustion as Sylus picked up the platter of grapes next to his drink. He plucked some off and held them in front of you.

“I hate you. We‘ll still talk about you using a emergency code for a non emergency.“

“Yes, ma‘am.“ Sylus replied obediently and smiled softly as he fed you the grapes.

During your vacation, he‘ll take you shopping. Any and every clothing article you stare at for longer than a second will be bought in your preferred size, and if it doesn’t exist he‘ll get it tailored for you. He‘ll relax at the beach with you and he insists on reapplying your sunscreen for you every two hours, you know just for health reasons. Both of you will go on the cutest dates and parks and take so many pictures.

Caleb:

Caleb was humming along to the song on the radio as he stirred the pot. He missed you so much. He was extremely excited to see you again. You had been so busy in the last few weeks, because you were working so diligently. Caleb was sure you were the only person who actively worked at your job. He continued to stir when the door suddenly opened. Caleb’s face lit up like a Christmas tree and he turned off the heat of the stove and quickly rushed over to you.

“Pipsqueak, you’re finally here. I missed you so much.“ Caleb exclaimed when your back was turned to him. You took your shoes off and immediately let collapsed into his arms.

Caleb’s warm arms wrapped around you and he held you tightly. “Woah! Hey, you’re okay?“, he asked softly and buried his nose in your hair. You shook your head softly and his hand immediately started rubbing circles against your back.

“What happened?“, Caleb asked and gently cupped your round face. “Did someone do something? What’s their name?“

You shook your head and pressed your face back against his beefy chest. He sighed and wrapped his arms around your thick body.

“I told you that you were working too hard. You should’ve taken some time off or-“

“Please, stop.“ You mumbled sadly and Caleb nodded and rested his chin on the top of your head.

“I‘m sorry. I‘m just worried about you. I can see how exhausted you are and it hurts me deeply. I just want to take care of you.“

You nodded and twirled his necklace in your fingers. He smiled softly, his puppy eyes closed and he put his hand on your lower back. “Come on, let’s eat first.“

You sat down on your chair and let him serve dinner. He put the plate down in front of you and the steaming smell of your favourite food hit you in your face. He looked at you as if you hung the stars as you began eating. Caleb felt full just watching you eat, but he ate his portion quickly while you talked about your day.

After you both finished eating, Caleb led you to the bedroom and made you stand in front of the bed. He knelt down in front of you and held up two different massage oils.

“Lavender or Vanilla?“, Caleb asked as he undressed you. His hands smoothed over every curvy crook and valley of your body and looked up at you with a soft smile.

You grinned and pointed to the one you’d rather have and he nodded. He gently shoved you on the bed and you squeaked when you landed. Caleb remained on his knees in front of the bed and started massaging your feet. His hands pressed firmly against every knot of your feet and after he was done, he trailed up to your calves and repeated the same process. After a while, your entire body was oily and you were putty in his hands.

While his hands were massaging your lower back, he suddenly bent over your body. His warm chest pressed firmly against your back and his breath grazed your ear. Goosebumps rose over your back. “Shouldn’t I just take care of you? I could provide for us. You could just quit your job. I could do this every day before I leave for work then.“

You hummed softly and closed your eyes. Caleb‘s lips, which still grazed your ear, split into a soft grin and he kissed the shell of it. “That’s right, pipsqueak. Sleep on it.“

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A/N: Caleb is so wife, I need to get him pregnant .

[semiloml]

cw: praise kink, cockwarming, overstimulation, needy and desperate noya, lmk if I missed something!!

“Babe, please—please move…”

Nishinoya was squirming, his fingers gripping your hips so tightly that his knuckles turned white, his nails digging into your skin in pure, desperate need. His head rested against your chest, sweat still clinging to his skin from the game, his breath hot and ragged as he tried to control himself.

But it was no use.

You had him buried inside you, sitting pretty on his lap, his cock throbbing inside you—your walls pulsing around him every time he shifted beneath you. But you weren’t moving. Not yet.

“You were amazing today, Yuu,” you murmured against his ear, letting your fingers tangle in his damp hair, scratching lightly against his scalp. “The best libero in the world.”

A soft whimper left his throat, his cock twitching at your words, making you grin.

“You really love hearing that, huh?” You rolled your hips just a little, barely a grind, and he jerked under you, a strangled moan ripping from his throat.

“F-fuck—” His voice broke, his arms wrapping tight around your waist, pulling you closer as he tried to stop himself from losing it completely.

“You deserve this, baby,” you whispered, lips brushing against his temple as you rocked again, just enough to make him gasp. “You worked so hard, gave everything on that court… i just wanna spoil you.”

“Then please,” he begged, his voice raw, needy, absolutely wrecked with desire. “Please, baby, fuckin’ move.”

You hummed, pretending to think about it, even as you loved the way he was falling apart beneath you.

“But you look so cute when you’re like this,” you teased, dragging your fingers down his chest, tracing the defined muscles he’d worked so hard for. “All whiny and desperate, clinging to me like you’ll die if I don’t—”

“I will die,” he interrupted, voice strained, his hips twitching as he tried to get any friction. “Please—please, I need it so bad—”

You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead before finally lifting your hips, letting his cock slide almost completely out before slamming back down, taking him to the hilt in one smooth motion.

Nishinoya choked on a moan, throwing his head back, his thighs trembling beneath you as his body shuddered.

“Ohhh, fuck—fuck—”

“That’s it, baby,” you cooed, rolling your hips in deep, slow circles, letting him feel everything. “You take it so well… my good boy.”

He whimpered, his hands gripping you even tighter, his cock pulsing inside you. The praise was making him so weak, so desperate, his body completely at your mercy.

You fucked him deep and slow, drawing out every moan, every shiver, every breathless gasp of your name. He deserved it—deserved every bit of love, every bit of pleasure, for how hard he’d fought on that court, for how much he’d given.

And you weren’t stopping until he completely fell apart.

A/N: GUYS I JUST REWATCHED GIVEN AND I‘M WRECKED💔All sanity and happiness in me just vanished wtf ts feels like a relapse💔💔Anyway i’m currently working on all the requests I got so stay tuned!!

[littledes1re]

First touch

Pairing: Joel miller x fem!reader

Summary: you didn‘t had many partners throughout the years, you are unexperienced. Joel, your older boyfriend, takes your virginity.

Warnings: 18+, Mdni, smut, pinv, softdom!joel miller, slight ddlg undertones, oral m!receiving, slight overstimulation, fingering, unexperienced virgin!reader, BIG praise kink, pet names, nervous!reader, age gap! (20s x 50s), lots of fluff, aftercare

„You sure?“ Joel asked you, a gentle reminder that you are safe, a reminder that you can stop anytime you want and that he will always be there, to make you feel comfortable. Joel has always been like that, since the beginning of your relationship and even before that. He made you feel safe, taken care of, comfortable and loved. All of those things that people thought he couldn‘t give you, because of the big age gap you two had.

You met trough friends, he was the older brother of tommy— a friend you never really paid attention to that much. You talked occasionally and that‘s was it. After meeting his brother, you basically started being best friends with tommy, you wanted to see Joel every day. You wanted to spend time with him, you wanted to catch his attention.

Fast forward Joel did fall in love with you, the guilt of looking at a young girl like you was existing, but it wasn‘t something he could control. The love and affection was one, that he could not get out of his head. Your pretty face, cheeks flaming up with a pretty pink color, biting on those plump lips and giving him all the sweetest eyes. He was just a man, after all.

„I‘m sure, Joel. Teach me.“ your voice is just above a whisper. The lights were dimmed, the sheets clean and freshly washed. The air carried a wooden scent, while the soft splatter of rain met the windows of his apartment. Your freshly shaved legs brushed against the sheets, reveling in their smooth touch.

The past days there had been a tension. A sexual tension. It all began with a make out on the couch. His lips hungrily latching into your neck, then going down your breasts. Your hips began unexpectedly to move, feeling his bulge grow from the friction. Before his hands could go further down your body, you stopped him, coming to your senses. You were a virgin and as much as you would‘ve loved that joel took you right then and there, you were still scared. Scared about messing something up, scared to do something weird and maybe make Joel uncomfortable. You were worried that you couldn‘t meet his expectations, he was a grown man. Seemingly had many sexual encounters and he was feeling confident.

But joel wasn‘t your man if he didn‘t asked you all day long if he had done something wrong or why you abruptly stopped him.

He was still carefully navigating trough all. Your age was something that didn‘t held him, but he took everything slower. Knowing you don‘t have the experience, knowing that at this time you are still learning and still needed some form of assistance.

You told him that day what was bothering you. Told him you were a virgin, made it clear that you were scared. And god bless— Joels eyes softened, a sigh leaving his lips, a relieved one. He was more than understandable, even found it cute that you would think that it‘s something to be embarrassed about. The topic was moved for another day. When you felt comfortable enough to lose your virginity.

But the day came faster then you had initially thought.

See, you were still crazily attracted to your man. Still feeling his bulge between your legs when you grinded on him, still feeling that throbbing that suddenly appeared when he started to bite your skin. The lust and hunger was still there, lurking inside of you, not letting you go. Squirming and squeezing your thighs just did not cut it. And Joel noticed it. Noticed your pretty eyes all hazy, looking up to him, expecting something, lost in the neediness, mind completely clouded. Caught it the way you put the blanket between your legs, in the middle of the night. Your hot cheeks whenever he talked to you, tripping over your words, wanting just one more kiss before he leaves. It was all so obvious.

So he asked you— asked you if he could make love to you. Your eyes widened, a small sense of embarrassment going trough you while your cheeks turned into a deeper shade of red. But you felt relief in your heart, that finally something was gonna happen. Because you definitely wouldn’t have dared to ask him yourself. So you said yes.

„Gonna take it slow, yea? Teach you everything, make sure you‘re ready.“

You trusted him. Joel was a great man, these five months you were together with him, he took things always slow, had big patience, gentle and calculated. His words always calmed you down, no matter what. Joel with his rough edges, was a sweet loving man who always put you first.

His hand were gently caressing your thigh, fingertips drawing circles on your skin and awaiting for an answer.

„Yes. Slow.“ you nodded your head to him, smiling.

„Okey, sweetheart. Then undress for me, will you?“ you obligated, standing up from the bed and slowly removing every piece of clothing from your body except from your panties. You followed Joels eyes as he sat in front of you, his gaze going to your breast then your pussy, to your legs and landing on your face, licking his lips and then giving you a soft nod to tell you that you did good.

The room was warm, wrapped in the soft glow of candlelight. Joel had arranged them carefully, he was a romantic after all. The ambience held you like a whispered secret, familiar yet charged with something unspoken. And though you stood in that comforting light, vulnerability clung to you. Naked before him, your arms instinctively crossed over your chest. Joel’s eyes traced the delicate rise of goosebumps on your skin, the slight tremble in your legs. You were nervous, hesitant, unsure. Poor thing.

„C‘mere.“ he stretched his arms out, giving you a sign with his hand to let you know that you should walk to him. You immediately do, falling into his arms, sitting down on his left thigh as he wraps his arms around your back. His scent filling you, the flannel he was wearing creating a friction against your nipples. Your face heating, but you try to concentrate on your man. His sweet eyes, that reassuring look he always gives you. The few freckles on his nose, the patches of white in his beard.

„Sweet girl, y’don‘t have to be nervous, I promise, it’s all just us having fun, enjoying each others company. I‘ll take care of you.“ his hand gently tucking the strand of hair behind you ear and then giving your cheek a little pinch.

You sigh.

„I know, Joel. But I-I’ve never did this before, so i‘m just nervous. I don‘t know how to explain it. It‘s a lot.“

„Shh, I know, I know. We can always stop, yea? Always, baby. Don‘t want you to feel uncomfortable.“ his eyes were scan your face, searching for an answer, for a sign that you were okey. You break through the tension in the room with giggling, noticing his eyes get wide for a second at the your unexpected demeanour.

„You are so sweet to me, Joel. I want this, swear. I‘m not feeling uncomfortable at all. Just a little nervous, that‘s all.“

His lips forming into a smile, he cups your cheek softly and then slowly pulls you in for a kiss. It starts off slow, soft and full of love. His lips moving in rhythm with yours, it feels warm, familiar. Your hands find his curls, gently caressing them back. It remembers you of the first time he kissed you, how careful he was, asking for permission and then leaving you breathless and just more in love with him.

The kiss slowly transforms into something hungrier, messier, his tongue entering your mouth, as breathing gets harder and harder. The room disappears around you, your senses focus on joel—his calloused hands exploring your naked body, squeezing the flesh of your ass, the little groans leaving his lips whenever he dives his tongue into your mouth over and over again. A friction slowly being created by his jeans, becoming slowly and steadily more and more intense, the rough fabric meeting your clit, making you buck your hips into his crotch. Feeling his hardened cock in his pants, sweat starting to build on your forehead, breaking the kiss off.

Joel doesn‘t care though, he goes for your neck. Nibbling the skin, leaving gentle kisses and biting into you. Going lower and lower, taking a handful of your tits and squeezing them, rough, pinching your nipples, making you gasp. And while catching your breath, your body doesn‘t stop moving in his lap. Getting off on his bulge, your panties getting soaked just more.

And as joels eyes look up to you from biting and kissing your body, his hands encourage you to grind faster, encouraging you to cum on him. But you were not ready, yet.

You look down on his bulge and stop grinding, your hands landing on his shirt, slowly moving down, making him confused about what you are doing. You smile softly, gently laying your hand on his cock, looking up to him with big doe eyes.

„Wanna take care of me? S‘that it?“ he asks, breathless.

„Yea, if you teach me how?“ you can feel your cheeks heat up once again. Nervously biting the inside of your mouth, awaiting an answer. Yet, you didn‘t know why you were so nervous. Maybe it was the way Joel turned you on, maybe it was the fact that you‘ve never been intimate with someone, maybe it was because every body told you, that first times are always bad and awkward.

„Of course. Told ya, gonna teach you.“

„How about you get on your knees for me, honey.“ the look he gives you is intimidating, slowly letting go of your hips and body. Excitement runs through your, as you stand up and slowly kneel in front of his spread legs. But before you do he stops you, putting a pillow to the ground and nodding to you.

„S‘better, like this. Or your knees get sore.“

Joels hands lands on his pants, feeling the zipper and opening it. His head was spinning with how much lust he was feeling. You looked gorgeous. On your knees in front of him, glassy eyes looking up, pretty pink cheeks and pouty lips—all just for him, ready to please him, ready to be taught. He still saw the nervousness in your eyes, going back and forth, not knowing what to do. And poor thing, a big wet spot was already visible on your panties, making him almost coo into the room. You were needy, excited and Joel wanted to give you everything to please you. Your eyes followed as he pulled his hard cock out. Gulping at the size of him. He was thick, with a big mushroom head, pulsing red and already leaking, waiting for your mouth. Veins and veins going down his shaft, a bush of public hair awaiting at the end. Your eyes slightly widening, licking your lips, making Joel smile at the look of anticipation you were giving his cock. Like you‘ve waited so long for this to happen.

So you dared to move your hands, landing on his jeans, still unsure if you should touch him or not. But Joel notices, gently taking your hand and placing it on his cock.

„S‘okey. Don‘t have to put me in your mouth just yet. Give it some love first. Just like—” he gently wrapped your hand around his shaft with your hand underneath, slowly beginning to pump up and down, as you just watch how his head throbs and throbs. „—Like this, up and down. There we go, angel.“

Warmth runs through you at his praise, slowly getting the hang of it, jerking him off, his hands leaving yours and landing on the bed, stabilising himself. His breath was coming out shaky, a grunt leaving his throat, trying to bite back the louder moans. And he found it too fucking cute, the way you were focused on his cock, small hands just working on him with caution but also curiosity. Sometimes daring to squeeze him a bit, sometimes just focusing on the head. And he let you, let you work on your own place, let you learn it yourself and find everything out.

„Can I put it in my mouth?“

„Course, baby. Don‘t even have to ask me.“ he chuckles, his hand holding his dick once again, gently bringing it near your mouth. You first instinct is to give his tip some kitten licks, some sweet kisses, then stick your tongue out so he can tap his head on your tongue. Your eyes slightly rolling back, the pleasure in your abdomen getting almost unbearable.

„There we go, that‘s it. Close those lips around it, c‘mon.“

And you just do that, closing your lips around his head and just feeling it. You look up to him, his eyebrows furrowed, mouth gaping, quick breaths leaving his lips. Concentrating on not coming so fast.

„Just slowly, baby. Inch by inch.“ he murmured, slowly and carefully pushing his cock into your mouth. „Thaaat‘s it.“ And while it was first overwhelming, you quickly got used to the feeling. The feeling of his shaft laying heavily on top of your tongue, feeling every vain, every pulse in there. Warm, wet and soft. Even if Joel was lost in the pleasure he kept scanning your face for any discomfort, stopping at just half of his dick and gently pulling out again, letting you catch your breath. And while he slowly jerked his cock in his hand, his other hand cupped your cheek, searching for your eyes, for permission to continue. And you gave it to him. You wanted to take him, you wanted to suck him off, not leave him like that.

Opening your mouth once more you took him in. This time replacing his hand by yours and starting to have a little rhythm. Bobbing your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks, sometimes squeezing the rest of his shaft with your hands, trying to twirl around his head and being thankful for not having a gag reflex. His grunts and little moans on top, encouraging you to go faster, sloppier and get more confident. Joel notices the drool leaving your mouth, your tits moving with your head and your hips starting to hump the air. He was mesmerised.

„Goddamn, angel. Already doing so fucking good. Have me on the verge of cumming all over you, here.“

You pull off his dick, a sting of spit connecting all of it, while you look into Joels begging eyes. His jaw clenched, sweat also already forming on his face. You wanted him to cum, you wanted to see it, you wanted him to paint you all over your tits and have it dripping down your body. Needy, desperate you took him into your mouth again. This time going faster, focussing on the pulsing head as you felt Joels hands on your hair, putting it into a ponytail, taking control and making you suck him off in his tempo.

„Prettiest fucking girl.“ he groans. But he was still being cautious, not trying to go too fast with your hair, not trying to get too rough, scare you off. But at the look of your face and the way your mouth was latched onto him, he knew that even if he was going rough, you would enjoy it.

You felt his whole cock in your mouth pulse as moans spilled from his lips. You looked up to him, his head thrown to the ceiling, eyes squeezed shut, his legs slightly shaking. You pulled off, wrapping your hands around his shaft and jerking him off, sudden spurts and spurts of cum releasing all over you. Painting your tits, your thighs and even the carpet. His breathing was rough as you tried your best to pump him trough his orgasm. And as the streams of cum let on, his eyes opening again, you smiled up to him. Satisfied with yourself and your work.

„Was that good?“ you ask softly, standing up from the ground, gently sitting down besides him. His body still limb, breath still coming heavy as you gently push the salt and pepper hair away from his face.

„Y‘kidding, angel? That was more than good. You did so fucking well, c‘mere.“ he pulls you into his arms again, you sit down once again in his lap, trying your best not to touch his cock that was still laying out, as you embrace his kisses on your neck and forehead. Hand cupping your cheek, gently stroking it and then giving you a peck on your lips. But you squirm, scolding closer to him, rubbing your panties along his jeans, bucking your hips in need. The tingly feeling in your tummy just spreading more and more while Joels hands explore your body.

„Oh, my poor baby.“ he coos.

„Look at you. Already soaked for me, hm? Now it‘s your turn, yea? Gonna teach you how to take cock— ” he murmurs into your ear, biting your earlobe, leaving wet kisses around as you try to hide your face in his shoulder. „Gonna stretch you out, show you how good it feels.“

„Please.“ and how can he say no to that? How can you say no to those pretty eyes, to that sweet pout on your lips, your hips bucking in need. Joel would do everything for you, with just a look of your eyes.

„Yea s‘alright, I know baby. Let‘s see, c‘mon. Lay down.“

You do what he says, quickly. Laying down on the bed, your hair spreading over the pillows, Joels scent surrounds you. You can feel the throbbing in your panties, the sticky feeling, your thighs aching and in your head already dizziness. Once more, excitement runs through you, this time feeling a little more confident but still nervous on what Joels next move is. Joel does the same, getting into the bed with you, suiting him up between you legs.

„Spread them some more for me, will you?“

You do just as he asked you to, slowly opening your legs, spreading them, revealing your panties fully to him. Softly smiling to you, he gently caressed your inner thighs, squeezing your hips and inching closer to your lower abdomen, his fingertips lightly brushing over your mound, making your breath stop for a second. But he never touches over your pussy, always staying close, poking at your thighs, gently caressing. Bending down, kissing your mound, his beard roughly going over your skin. An attempt to tease you, to make you more desperate than you already are. Your hips bucking into his lips, earning a chuckle as he squeezed your hips down again.

„Little desperate, aren‘t we?“

„Please, Joel.“ you whimpered out, the frustration growing as he gently blowed air on top of your panties, on the little wet spot, a gentle cool catching your clit that keeps throbbing in need. A whine leaving your lips. And if you wouldn‘t know better you would huff and puff, squeeze your fists in frustration, but you wanted to be good for him.

„Oh I know, baby. I know. How about I do this, hm?“ his fingertips finally landing on top of your panties, your clit already making a big imprint on the fabric, making it easy for him to find. His thumb gently gives you one rub, then going down pressing in your hole making the cloth only wetter. He plays with you like this. You and your pussy crying in need as Joel take his time to pet you over your panties, playing with the squelching of your wetness, tapping on your little nub, just to see your reaction. And all that with a concentrated look in his face, sometimes giving you a kiss on your mound, thighs and clit. Sometimes going up and pinching your nipples. All the while you lay there trying to not cry from frustration. His lips giving a tsk whenever you try to whine, shaking his head at you—disappointed. And you didn‘t want to be bad for him.

After those agonising minutes he decides that he teased you enough, suddenly taking your underwear off and tossing it around the room. You take a breath, a relief, finally it was over. His face hungrily looks at your pussy, his lips turning into a smirk as he spreads your lips with both of his thumbs, blows air once more, seeing you flutter around nothing, your clit moving and wetness just spreading everywhere.

„Fucking cute, look at that. Aching in need.“ he coos, a gasp falling from your lips as he puts one thumb on your clit, slowly feeling the little nub, rubbing it in a few circles.

„Gooood, good. Feels good, huh baby?“

You can‘t do nothing but to nod your head, whimpering your hands landing on his arm, trying to get him to do more. To finally make you cum, to touch you, to give you what you need. Joel‘s smug face just looks at you, nodding his head—hushing you at the same time. Middle finger teasing at your clenching hole, he slowly puts the tip of his finger in, trying, feeling around, then pulling out and slowly filling you with his whole finger, finally. Moans spilling from your lips, as you feel his finger in you. The thumb on your clit not letting up, rubbing you to your first orgasm.

„There we go, theeere we go, angel. That was a good one.“ he praises you.

Your legs shaking as you lose yourself in the euphoric feeling and the relief washing over you. Pulsing and pulsing, clenching and clenching on his finger, you come down, catching your breath, looking at joel who just softly smiles at you, nodding his head. His finger not stopping, as his thumb returns to your clit again, overstimulating you, whimpers falling from your lips.

„Shh, need to stretch you properly, hon. S‘all for your own good.“ while saying that, his second finger enters you, Joel watching the stretch, the gushing all over the place, his lips turning into a smirk as your cunt pulls his fingers deeper, not letting go. He thrusts them in and out, looking at your poor overstimulated face, lips all bitten red, your tummy clenching and your tits moving up an down.

„Prettiest fuckin‘ cunt i‘ve ever seen. Taking two fingers just like it‘s nothin‘. Little nub throbbing in need, fucking pretty. Huh, angel what do ya say? Two fingers feeling good?“

You were unable to answer, just a little whine of ‚Joel‘ leaving your lips, chanting his name like it‘s the only thing you know of. The filth that was coming from his mouth, gets you already on the verge of cumming again. You squeeze your eyes shut as your legs shook and you desperately cum on his fingers. Clenching, shaking, gushing. He hushes you through it, praising you and fingering you until you calm down again. The feeling of coming two times, makes your legs feel limb, body relaxing on his bed and your head clouded. You don‘t notice as Joel leaves your cunt, undresses himself beside the bed. Only when he suddenly appears on top of you. Two big muscular arms caging you, Joel scanning your face—once again, looking for signs of discomfort.

But his sweet girl was swimming on top of clouds, cunt all satisfied and her eyes just looking at him with love.

„That‘s what ya just needed, hm? Where is my girl?“

„Here.“ you giggle, your arms wrapping around his neck, nails caressing down his back and finally feeling the warmth from your man. He chuckles, giving you a long kiss on your forehead, two kisses on your cheeks and nuzzles into your chest. You were happy, comfortable, warm. Knowing that your man does everything to make you feel better. Knowing that he takes care of you. Knowing that his already hardened cock, that you feel on your thigh is gonna fuck you, finally.

„You still need my cock, baby. Stretched you out so good, now I need to be inside you or i‘m gonna fuckin‘ explode.“ he whispers into your ear, making you giggle once more. You nod your head, hips moving against his cock desperately, wanting to finally feel him whole, wanting him to fill you. Joel sees the way your eyes scream in need, so he wastes no time and opens the drawer to your right, pulling a condom out and opening it with his mouth, before spitting the plastic into the room. And that was maybe the hottest thing you‘ve ever seen in your life. With a swift and easy move he bend down and puts the condom over his shaft, then returns on top of you, caging you once more with his arms.

He presses his forehead against you, looking into your pretty eyes while you look into his brown ones. „Take a deep breath for me, hon.“ and you do, taking in a deep breath, and exhaling it out, while the room turns dark and silenced once again, his tip begins entering you. The eyes of your man turning worried as you let out a hiss, puckering his lips and kissing your forehead.

„s’just a sting, it‘s okey.“ he whispers, all the while he pulls out and then enters you once more.

And he was right—it was a small sting and while he thrusted in and out again you slowly got used to the feeling. „Focus on me, you are doing so, so good.“ he whispers, Joels sweet, loving eyes were looking out for you, trying his best to determine if your expression was one that enjoyed his cock. But smiled as a big moan fell from your lips.

„That‘s right, baby. Feels good?“ every time he entered you, he pushed just a little bit more and more from his shaft into you, making the stretch bigger and bigger but it didn‘t hurt. It felt good. You nodded your head to him, your lips turning into a pout as you whined to him, feeling his cock entering you a whole, a cry of Joels name falling repeatedly from his lips while he nodded his head at you. „I know, I know. Shh, s‘ a big stretch, I know baby.“ he keeps cooing at you, nodding his head, softly caressing your face, your hair and giving you a look of empathy. And how proud he was for his sweet girl. Taking him so so well, already beginning to moan into the room, letting him know that it feels good. Bracing himself, he starts a rhythm, daring to go a little faster, thrusting in and out of your cunt. Squelching sounds and moans fill the room.

A curl hanging from Joels head, as sweat starts to build up once more, on both of your bodies. One hand twisting your nipple, seeing your face twist in pleasure.

„Fuckin‘ hell, baby. Already squeezing me, huh? Want to milk me dry?“

„Uh huh.“ you nod your head at him, your hand cupping his cheek, pulling him for a kiss.

Joel keeps fucking you, starting to vary between short, quick thrusts and then some harder ones. Sweet moans falling from your lips, a sharp cry as he just hits that sweet spot in you, one that you didn‘t even know about existed—„Yea? S’that your spot?“ His lips giving you hickeys everywhere—on your neck, chest and even on your tits. You were overwhelmed with pleasure, not expecting your first time to be this good. But you knew it was because of joel, his calculated moves, his experience, his words.

„Can feel you already getting close, angel. Gonna be a good girl for me and cum?“ he asks you breathless, his hand going down your cunt and finding your clit once again, starting to rub circles. You nod your head to him, feeling the pleasure already in your tummy—ready to snap. „Oh, I know, I know. There we go.“ You felt Joel shift in you, his cock giving you a few harder thrusts before concentrating on that spot in you, his hips slowing down, giving small and gentle thrusts. With that you throw your head back, because that was exactly what you needed, you gush around his cock, your legs locking in and your breath almost stopping. He doesn‘t let up, moving through your orgasm, his back full of nail prints of you holding on to him.

„That‘s it, angel. that‘s it. Atta girl.“

And while you are still experiencing the aftershocks of your release, Joel kisses you, lovingly. It takes you by surprise and for a moment you can‘t kiss him back, so he chuckles and breaks it off, giving you a loving peck on your forehead. „You doin‘ good?“

„Hm, feels good. Thank you for taking your time with me.“ He chuckles once more.

„You kidding? You don‘t have to thank me, silly girl. Your mine now. We take it at whatever speed you need.“ he softly tells you, making you giggle and almost tear up at how cute he was being to you. How careful, how comforting and how sweet. You‘ve never had that before, with anyone. And you are grateful for not listening to all of the other people who told you he was going to treat you like shit because of his age. But maybe it was his age that made him this soft, this careful. Maybe he already made so many mistakes in his life that now he can do everything right.

„One more? C’mon hon. C‘mon now.“

„I‘m sensitive, Joel.“ you pouted at him, earning a coo from him.

„s‘even better. Gonna feel lot more that way. Can feel you still clenching on my cock. You don‘t want to leave your little cunt all needy now, huh?“

The way he was using those filthy words made your head spin, he was good. He knew how to talk and how to make you want to get fucked again. So you smirked, starting to softy grind yourself on his cock, him taking that as a ‚yes‘ to start thrusting into you once more.

Your head was clouded, your pussy sensitive as Joel fucked you and fucked you. Already feeling his orgasm coming closer too. He could feel the clenching in your cunt, knowing it was a lot for you because you were so sensitive. Your face looked fucked out, strings of hair sticked on your face, because it you wet from the sweat, but just like with him. His hair was already dropping droplets of sweat down your body, you sweet, beautiful body. He wished he could kiss you everywhere, every day and suckle every inch of your skin. He didn‘t know how lucky he had gotten.

„Joel—so sensitive.“ your whining made him concentrate on your face, a little pout displayed, tears already starting to form in your eyes. His poor baby.

„My poor, baby. I know, angel. Just a bit more yea? Taking it so well for me.“

And on top of that he returned his thumb with your clit again, rubbing the poor nub, making you cry out into the room, hide yourself in his neck— „Shh, shh, that’s it.“ And he just hushed you, knowing it‘s so much for you, knowing that you‘ve just lost your virginity and he is already overstimulating you. His thrusts sped up, getting sloppy, feeling his orgasm near and he wanted to make you cum once more before giving you rest. His sweet girl was already tired, just holding on to him waiting for him to cum and make her cum.

The sensitivity turned into pleasure in matter of seconds, you mewled, eyes glossy you looked at him with a pleading look—to make you cum and make the aching go away. That was what all it took for him to finally release. Spurts and spurts of cum filling the condom, his hips not stopping with irregular thrusts and his finger rubbing you raw.

„C‘mon baby, cum with me.“ all that while biting back a moan, trying his best to still thrust into you even tho his balls were emptied, sensitivity rushing trough his shaft. And as he pinched your clit, you cried into the room. Moan after moan as your body completely shook, this time having the most powerful orgasm of all. Joel was satisfied, pumping a few more times gently into you before slipping out, letting you catch your breath.

You were so incredibly beautiful. All fucked out, breathing heavy, the moon shining trough the window and landing on your wet body. Everywhere just marked with his hickeys and bites, he knew they are going to stay on your body for a few weeks. And most importantly he was proud to be the one that took your virginity, that claimed you, made you cum and made you feel taken care of. And as his sweet girl almost drifts off to sleep, Joel sneakily comes back from the bathroom with a warm towel, gently lifting your leg and rubbing your thighs with the cloth, making you whine incoherently to him, bubbling something about being sensitive and then, closing your eyes again. Drifting somewhere far. So cute.

„All done, angel. You did so well for me, my good girl. I love you so much.“ he whispered one last time into your ear, before wrapping you up in blankets and laying down with you, slowly also drifting to sleep. Happy and satisfied.

PHEW.. we all need a Joel in our life‘s. Am i right?🫩

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[rafesslxt]

DIRTY LOVE

pt .1 | 2 | 3 | 4

SUMMARY: you and rafe hide from your boyfriend at a party

WARNINGS: cheating, choking, dirty talk, kissing, p in v (unprotected), doggy, fluff at the end

WORDS: 0,5k

NOTES: idk maybe part 1/2?, i do NOT encourage cheating - this is only for the plot, english is not my first language! every like, comment and reblog is highly appreciated <3

His big hand wrapped around your chin and jaw, squeezing your lips apart to move his thumb into your mouth to play with your tongue.

All while his hips are moving, rapidily and hard thrusts into your dripping cunt that squeezed his cock like no other in obx. Skin meeting skin, your back arched and pushing your ass further against him with every snap of his hips.

"f-fuckkk" a pathetic whine left your mouth, your eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of rafe hitting your cervix over and over again. "fuck baby – bet i could see the bulge of my cock inside you when you‘d turn 'round."

His husky voice sent shivers down your spine and going straight to your tummy. His lips slowly sucking on the spot behind your ear, grinning against your skin when he feels you clenching his cock.

" 'gonna pound that sweet pussy of yours until the whole island hears and knows who‘s fucking you. Huh, who‘s fucking you?"

He tightened his grip on your jaw and tilted your head back, making you look at him and arching your back even more, almost hurting.

"Who‘s fuckin‘ fucking you, you little slut? Rollin‘ your eyes back, taking my cock like a whore while your little boyfriend sits downstairs, probably looking for you right now." A cocky smirk forms on his lips when you let out a broken moan. "You Rafe, god it‘s you!"

"Shoulda known sooner you‘re a whore, fuck – i love you so much baby." he groaned against the crown of your hair, his thrusts getting sloppier. "Shit, come with me sweetheart. Please, cream my cock like you always do."

You finally felt the band in your lower stomach snap at his words, causing you to clench and spasm around him so deliscously that Rafe‘s eyes rolled back for a moment before he closed them, his jaw hanging low, his sweaty eyebrows drawing together when his orgasm approached. "shit."

He shot rope after rope into you, painting and marking your walls as his. He let go of your jaw, slowly pulling out of you.

He got up and grabbed the blanket that fell onto the floor earlier. His hands gently spun you around so you were laying on your back now. He pulled the blanket over the two of you, wrapping his arms around you.

"We can‘t -" "Don‘t. Stop saying that every time!" "But If Topper find’s out he’ll tell his dad and he will-" "Just cause your Dad does business with his, doesn‘t mean you‘re their property. You‘re mine. Fucking mine. And one day you‘ll be a Cameron and won‘t even remember Topper‘s sorry ass for always treating you like shit."

You looked at him startled, your eyes widened a little and you felt your heart literally skipping a few beats. "Rafe.." your voice was soft as you said his name.

You knew he loved you just like you loved him, but hearing him calling you his future wife - that hit different.

"I love you too, Rafe." you whispered, your lips finally connecting with his.

next part…

side note: for everyone wondering what‘s with the valentine special, i‘m so unhappy with how they turned out so i rather don‘t post them rn but later when i‘m happy with them instead of regretting

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Little things // Alexia Putellas

headcannons

The little things Alexia and you do while being absolutely in love with one another

car and driving around

Alexia always opens the door for you

She‘s the driver while you‘re the passenger princess

She insists on hearing your playlist, even though you both have a shared playlist (she knows you love your playlist)

you kiss her temple/ cheek at every red light

She’s getting you some flowers in the time you‘re at your appointment (she insists on driving you everywhere)

having a water bottle and snacks in the car, just in case

in the kitchen

Alexia helping you the best she can but ends up admiring you from the bar stool or hugging you from behind as she whispers compliments in your ear

when it’s her turn with cooking, she only cooks things you love

Also she lets you try everything before serving and vice versa

"The chef deserves a kiss now "

She makes sure the table is set perfectly and the atmosphere is tranquil

Dinning with you is very important to her, so she makes sure not to mention work or anything that causes stress, she likes to keep the calm and lovely atmosphere

with her family

having a hand on your thigh under table, also drawing patterns on the back of your hand when you intertwine your fingers

one time, you dropped your fork, so within seconds her hand was covering the corner of the table, so you wouldn’t hurt yourself while picking up the cutlery

She loves the bond you have with her family, even though the mocking and teasing of you and Alba can be a pain in the ass.

Kisses always make up for it

"I‘m going to marry her" she tells her mother

Her family already knows because they can see it in her eyes when she looks at you

And they also know you‘ll say yes because they see the look in your eyes when you look at Alexia

You two are the perfect match

Her mother loves you

Her sister does too

at night

You wear her clothes, she loves the sight

both of you sleep better when you‘re with/next to each other

Alexia always has an arm around you, in the need of protecting you

you cuddle into her, legs tangled together, arms around each other

sometimes she‘s the big spoon and sometimes you are, it depends on the mood

when she can’t sleep, you‘ll scratch her back and she‘s in a slumber in an instant

During off days you‘ll stay up till the early hours, just talking, giggling, stating random facts or debating the newest gossip

soft snores filling the room

Alexia often wakes up before you, though she doesn’t make any signs of leaving the bed before you‘re up

If she has to get up though, she‘ll kiss your forehead and promise to be back soon and wishing you a good day

football

you‘re not a professional footballer (you had to google the rules after Alexia had told you she’s a pro) though she likes to think you are as she puts you in goal when the two of you are training together

'training together' - she begs you to join her training routines, ends up convincing you with kisses

It‘s enough to see her pout

you can’t resist her pout

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watching random football matches at home

Alexia puts a jersey on the bed before each home game, so you have something to wear for the stadium

'Alexia' and '11' on your back making her heart flutter

Your heart bursts with pride every time you see her walking out of the tunnel

Cheering for her

always in the stadium at home games and at important away games (champions league final, etc)

you‘re her biggest supporter

Alexia makes sure football and you are balanced - she never puts football above you but she‘s still ambitious and always gives 101% to be the best

You‘re always impressed by Alexia, her talent is phenomenal

Alexia enjoys impressing you

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at first Alexia used to shut you out after a lost match

over time she learns to let her guard down

you make her feel loved and appreciated

She can let her walls down around you and likes to think that it‘s okay to be vulnerable sometimes (you assure her that it always is)

after won matches only happy things happen; nice dates, kisses, relaxed evening, etc

the achievement jar

One evening, after Alexia had scored two goals and an assist, you brought up the idea

It‘s been in the back of your mind since awhile but only now the mini marble footballs had arrived

won game? One marble in the jar

Alexia scored a goal? one marble

Alexia scored two goals? two marbles

Alexia assisted a goal ? one marble

won trophy? three marbles in the jar

and so on

when the jar‘s filled Alexia gets a big big surprise. Such as special days with massages, literally anything to show her how proud you were and how much she deserved

Yes, you still had date nights which were also special but the achievement-appreciation-days were just a tiny bit more special

Alexia loves it

So do you

your job

Alexia supports you on every step of the way to your dream job

After a long and exhausting day, Alexia hugs you, runs you a bath, anything that makes you feel relaxed and appreciated

She‘s your date to any work event (vice versa)

Alexia has all of your (important) meetings and appointments in her calendar

If you have to study, Alexia makes sure not to bother/distract you yet also always making sure that you stay hydrated and take some breaks

future

Both of you have your future planned together

Alexia dreams of marrying you, she has the ring hidden in her football drawer because she knows you‘d never look there

You talked about getting a dog, both of you really liking the thought. You just couldn’t agree on which breed (yet)

private proposal

wedding just like you dreamt of as a kid

happy tears spilling out of your eyes as you see each other for the first time

best day of your life

amazing honeymoon

Both of you never taking of your rings

Alexia taping it for her matches

her new celebration is to kiss her ring after scoring

kids, if you want them

The future bright and welcoming as you continue to share the perfect marriage

you‘ll never stop loving each other

[dollettiee]

⊹ 𝓤𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦 〟

          ꒰       𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦       .ᐟ  .ᐣ       ᡣ𐭩 platonic yandere! cho hyun—ju acts like a big sister to you

          ꒰       𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟(𝑠)      .ᐟ  .ᐣ       ᡣ𐭩 cho hyun—ju x f! pre—teen chubby reader

          ꒰       𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡(𝑠)       .ᐟ  .ᐣ       ᡣ𐭩 mdni. crybaby! reader, soft yandere, yandere behavior, reader is younger than 12.. chubby! reader. reader calls hyunju unnie.

          ꒰       𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠       .ᐟ  .ᐣ       ᡣ𐭩 requested by @stariou !! <3 thank u for requesting !!! 🤍

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 never allow for softness. it was a cold, unrelenting place where survival often demanded blood on your hands and steel in your heart. but cho hyun—ju found something different that day.

it was during a break between rounds when she came across you, a frail—looking pre—teen huddled in the corner of the dormitory. your uniform strained slightly around your middle, dirt streaked your round cheeks, and your sniffles filled the otherwise silent room. what struck hyun—ju the most were your eyes—wide, teary, and pleading, despite your best efforts to look brave.

“what are you doing here?” hyun—ju asked, her voice soft, almost cautious.

you wiped your nose on your sleeve and mumbled, “nothing . .”

“nothing can get you killed in this place,” hyun—ju said, crouching down to meet your gaze. the games weren‘t kind to the vulnerable, and you looked like you might burst into tears any second.

“i—i wasn’t crying,” you stammered, your voice trembling.

something about the way your pudgy hands trembled as you clutched your knees made hyun—ju‘s chest tighten. you were too young, too fragile for this nightmare. she sighed, reaching out but stopping just short of touching you.

“what‘s your name?” hyun—ju asked gently.

“y/n—y/n l/n . .” you whispered, blinking back more tears.

from that moment, hyun—ju decided you were hers to protect. you were too soft for this world, too breakable. and if she had to shield you from every horror in the games, she would.

you weren‘t sure what to make of hyun—ju. she was always there, fussing over you like some overbearing guardian. she made sure you ate, kept you close during the games, and even wiped away your tears when you couldn‘t hold them back anymore.

“you can‘t trust anyone,” hyun—ju would say, her tone stern but her hands gentle as she adjusted your oversized jacket. “not in this place. not even me.”

but you did trust her. despite her warnings, she felt like the only safe thing in a world that wanted to tear you apart. she didn’t just protect you—she doted on you. when you cried, she didn‘t scold you. instead, she‘d kneel beside you, murmuring soft reassurances and patting your back until the sobs subsided.

“it‘s okay to cry,” she said once, brushing a tear from your chubby cheeks. “but don‘t let them see. they’ll think you’re weak.”

“i—i‘m not weak!” you protested through hiccups, your cheeks flushed.

hyun—ju chuckled softly, ruffling your hair. “i know you‘re not. you‘re stronger than you think.”

you quickly learned that hyun—ju’s protectiveness had no limits. once, during the chaos after a particularly brutal game, another player shoved you out of the way to grab a piece of bread. you stumbled and hit the ground, tears welling up instantly. before you could even cry out, hyun—ju was there.

“what do you think you‘re doing?” she hissed, stepping between you and the other player.

“it‘s just bread,” the player muttered, backing away under her glare.

hyun—ju turned back to you, kneeling down and inspecting your scraped hands. “does it hurt?” she asked, her voice softening.

you sniffled and nodded, fresh tears streaming down your face. “it— it‘s fine,” you whimpered, trying to be brave.

“no, it‘s not fine,” hyun—ju said firmly. she wiped your tears with her sleeve and gave you a small smile. “but it‘s okay. i‘ll take care of it.”

as the games progressed, hyun—ju became more and more attached. she watched your every move, her sharp gaze always scanning for potential threats. when alliances formed, she made sure everyone knew you were off—limits.

“if anyone touches her, she‘ll answer to me,” she said once, her tone light but her eyes deadly serious.

“unnie, you don‘t have to do all this,” you said one night, sitting close to her in the dimly lit dormitory. “i—i can take care of myself.”

hyun—ju’s lips quirked into a soft smile. “you think you can survive these games on your own? you‘re barely twelve.”

“i‘m not a baby,” you muttered, crossing your arms.

“you‘re my baby,” hyun—ju said without thinking. when you blinked at her in surprise, she quickly added, “what i mean is… i‘m here to look out for you. someone has to.”

you didn‘t argue. deep down, you were grateful for her. the games were terrifying, and having hyun—ju by your side made it a little less unbearable.

one night, as you curled up in a corner, your head resting on hyun—ju‘s lap, you asked, “why do you care so much about me?”

hyun—ju ran her fingers through your hair, her touch gentle. “because someone should,” she said softly. “and because you remind me that there‘s still something good in this world. something worth protecting.”

you didn‘t fully understand what she meant, but her words made you feel warm, even in the cold, heartless dormitory. you closed your eyes, letting her presence lull you to sleep.

for hyun—ju, the sight of you resting peacefully was enough. she didn‘t care about the cost, about what she’d have to do to keep you safe. you were her reason to keep going, her light in the darkness. and she’d do anything to protect that light.

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