#2K PLUS WORDS..

[flowersforthemachines]

anyways!!

while I'm in a bit of a writing rut I thought that maybe throwing my existing WIP concepts at the public to see what could potentially sound the most Interesting TM would not be the worst idea. surely there could be worse ideas in the world. probably.

[bisexualdisasterwenkexing]

The Untamed and Word of Honor whump fics!

finally collecting the links to all my works from @aprilisthecruelestmonth this year into one post. here's the link to the whole series on ao3 or you can discover them one by one below!

Word of Honor

i was just a child myself

an exploration of Wen Kexing's journey from protective guardian of Gu Xiang to Lunatic Wen, Master of Ghost Valley snippet: Gu Zhu raises his whip to Ah Xiang. Wen Kexing puts his body between them before it comes down.

pleasure in a circle

sex performed as tenderly as possible, despite Wen Kexing's best efforts snippet: "Harder, Ah Xu." Zhou Zishu looks up to see Wen Kexing smiling his oriole smile. Zhou Zishu wonders who's being stalked because he's certain that he is neither mantis nor cicada. "You can treat me much rougher than this."

make your bed and lie down in it too (that's where i intend to look for you)

just wenzhou pain snippet: The disgust in Zhou Zishu's voice pierces Wen Kexing's lungs.

you know me (when i don't know myself)

amnesia for Wen Kexing, amnesia back to the events in i was just a child myself! snippet: Wen Kexing wakes screaming. It echoes around the armory, spiraling up to where Zhou Zishu runs his hands through the grain. Zhou Zishu hurtles to their bed, pushing his body to its immortal limits. He's never heard Lao Wen scream.

give over

jianghu "justice" comes for Wen Kexing after all. (this one has another chapter forthcoming!) snippet: When the mob demands them, Wen Kexing gives over his wrists. He's dragged down from the mountain by them, rope tying them together so tightly it takes use of his internal force to keep blood flowing into his hands. He stares at the bed he shares with Ah Xu as he passes it, and cries because he knows he won't return to it.

blood still flows

another jianghu "justice" comes for Wen Kexing after all fic because why have one cake when there could be two? snippet: They come for him during one of the rare moments that he and Ah Xu have left the mountain. The petals from the trees outside Four Seasons Manor fall around him as he holds Ah Xu's unconscious form in his lap. The wound in his own stomach bleeds through his robes onto Ah Xu's.

fully known and truly loved

Zhou Zishu and the mortifying ordeal of being known snippet: Ah Xu squints against the sunlight for the third time in a kè. It's slight, almost not an expression at all. Wen Kexing steps between the light and Ah Xu and watches his brow smooth the tiniest bit. "Ah Xu ah," he says, raising his chin at Zhou Zishu as he looks up. "Do you have a headache?"

love is a sacrament

What if Ye Baiyi had asked Wen Kexing to kneel for three months in exchange for healing Zhou Zishu? snippet: Wen Kexing has the sense to sweep the place where he intends to kneel free of pebbles and other debris, despite Ye Baiyi huffing and rolling his eyes as he does. Ah Xu looks on, silent and angry. Ye Baiyi says that he knows of someone who can cure Ah Xu without damaging his martial arts. What's kneeling for a few months in exchange for that? Ah Xu can be mad about his meddling all he likes. He's still going along with it. Wen Kexing will live under any of his fury so long as he's alive to be furious.

the bridge between knowing and unknowing

sequel to "love is a sacrament" snippet: Wen Kexing falls asleep in Zhou Zishu's arms in the middle of the street at the place where he knelt for three months. It spooks Zhou Zishu, the trust of it. Wen Kexing's face, streaked with dust and faint traces of blood, is gentle and serene, his figure strewn limp and warm and gorgeous across Zhou Zishu's lap. One of his arms splays away from them both, hand curled palm up in one of Zhou Zishu's footprints.

The Untamed

yearning to be touched

touch-starved!wei wuxian, my beloved snippet: Lan Zhan reaches for him and Wei Wuxian wants to let himself be grabbed, even if it's to be dragged back to Gusu and cleansed until he dies from it.

protector, protected

the author and their love affair with wei wuxian's love affair with the dead snippet: He doesn't even need to do it, which is gonna be the part he'll never hear the end of. When the demon outside the Burial Mounds swipes at them, Sizhui and Jin Ling have the matter well in hand. They're grown now, extremely capable, and working beautifully together, how he'd hope cousins would. But Wei Wuxian's love doesn't operate on rationality. He puts his body between his kids and the threat.

double down on a bad idea

Lan Zhan and Jiang Cheng care for Wei Wuxian in their own ways. snippet: Wei Wuxian wakes up to discover that something has gone very wrong in his ribcage.

all the grief

let's make the Burial Mounds worse! snippet: Wei Wuxian drags his fragmented body toward the voices of the people he loves and finds that they emanate from the Xuanwu sword. His chest is gaping again beneath his clothes, has been since mid-beating at the hands of the Qishan Wen. The feeling is unique, singular in the grief and terror it awakens in him.

whether near or far

sometimes you're in love with someone but you're not ready for it and also there's a war. y'know. just Lan Wangji things snippet: Wei Ying's grip leaves the Xuanwu sword only once. Lan Zhan steps away from his unconscious form to leave for Cloud Recesses and Wei Ying's hand darts out to grasp the hem of his robes.

hold me steady

Lan Zhan has grown!! he credits Wei Ying snippet: Usually, Jin Rulan has his sword when he flies into a rage at Wei Wuxian, goaded to it by none other than the object of his ire himself. Lan Zhan, privy to Wei Ying's thinking around how he might adjust Jin Rulan's disposition, knows that this moment of Jin Rulan dropping his sword and attacking with less than lethal force when provoked is a victory. But as his nephew's hands slide over his neck, Wei Ying looks anything but victorious.

[cowboybrunch]

if you see this, back up your work. do it now. right this second do it. "oh but i have time surely nothing will happen while i--" no. do it. trust me

[nixotinix]

fic update!!!

alright you little rascals!! i've mentioned a couple times here that I'm working on a new Jackson Jekyll/Holt Hyde centric fanfiction. Well, it isn't done, not by a long shot. But I am proud to report that it is my longest by FAR. Just chapter 3 is longer than Mortify Curiosity (my prev fic). So, to hold you fiends over, I'm posting a little bit of info about the fic here so y'all can decide if it's a good read for you before it even comes out!!! Said info will be below the cut ^^

Starting off with the basics!! Here's a screenshot from the AO3 draft with the title, tags, and summary.

Like with Mortify Curiosity, my other chaptered fic, I'm finishing this fic COMPLETELY before posting. I know the sting of an unfinished fic, and I wouldn't do that to you.

For some other info: chapter count and chapter titles, plus word count if the chapters are finished! -- -Chapter 1: What is sought is most often found, if it is truly sought -- Word count: 5,141 -Chapter 2: You know all the right moves; use them -- Word count: 7,411 -Chapter 3: Keep in mind the deadline is closing in -- Word count: 12,968 -Chapter 4: His affections, like ivy, were the growth of time -- Word count: ??? -Chapter 5: Confront what frightens or offends you -- Word count: ??? -Chapter 6: That child of Hell had nothing human -- Word count: ??? -Current total word count: 27,739 Just warning y'all, do not expect the other chapters to be as long as chapter 3. I literally do not know what possessed me to write an almost 13k word chapter it just. kinda happened. Chapter 4 is currently sitting at a cool 2,220 words, and I haven't really gotten into the nitty gritty. So it'll probably be a long one too.

Finally, just for you guys, I'll give you a little excerpt from the opening. You'll probably have to click to read, but this is the first 550-ish words. Enjoy ur little snack hehe

i'll reblog this post when the fic comes out so yall can find it huehue

[theonehitwonder]

Me: alright, this is our first gift exchange, someone is writing something for us so we have to write something in return, we promised.

My brain:

My brain: But what if we finished that videogame we've literally never cared about before?

[kite6]

My update to jarrich fic is going to be late because i have to write finish & edit the next 2 chapters concurrently for reasons that will hopefully end up making sense when I post them

[ctommyisnt]

Me when kamideku.

[silverskyeline]

'look at me' 18+

oneshot - logan can't fuck like he used to, but you don't care. you get on top, gladly taking care of him in return. (2k words) pairing - logan howlett (logan 2017) x gn!reader tags: pre-established relationship, doggy style, penetration, dom!logan, reader rides logan, filthy talking logan, he talks you through it, rough, praise kink, cursing, mutual orgasm, choking, 'use your words', unprotected sex, creampie, sweet ending

logan can't keep up like he used to, but he still fucks you like a man possessed when he's able, like a rabid animal - hips bucking, muscles flexing, baring his teeth as he takes you.

his rough, calloused and scarred hands grip your waist, contrasting against your soft skin. that veiny length makes quick work of your needy hole, just like you wanted.

moments before, you'd teased him for the tent in his blue jeans. logan had cocked a smirk, that same signature smirk that always renders you weak at the knees as he began unbuckling his belt, taking his sweet time. you would wait, he knew you'd wait, you were good for him like that. the distinct sound of the clinking metal and the unsheathing of leather caused a shiver to run down your spine, a throbbing in your core. you needed him just as much as he needed you.

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

it wasn't fair, how he could tell as soon as he entered a room just how much you wanted him. he could smell it, smell your arousal clear as day, he'd teased you about it so many times. the scent fills his mind every time, makes his cock twitch in his boxers, the need to have you almost overwhelming.

your soft wanting moans drift to his ears, one of his palms sliding up to the base of your spine as he keeps you firmly bent over on the bed, fucking into you with purpose. rough grunting spills from his lips, your head turning to catch his eye, watching as beads of sweat form on his forehead. chest rising and falling, logan grits his teeth.

"this what you wanted, huh?" he grunts, his sentence punctuated with a particularly harsh thrust that knocks the wind from both of you, "you wanted my cock? hm? just couldn't fuckin' help but tease and tease. . ."

you whine, gripping the sheets in front of you as the room fills with the lewd sound of skin on skin. he always liked it rough, plus - you'd known logan long enough to know how he liked to channel his anger into sex. and he was fucking good at it. you'd take it, again and again, as harsh as he wanted to give. because you knew that as soon as you were done, he'd be scrambling to pepper soft kisses along your neck, praising you for how good you'd been for him.

his thrusts falter, and you reach back to take his wrist in your hand in a comforting gesture. the harsh panting tells you all you need to know, his grip on you fading. but it's alright, you know how to take care of him, too. you tug at his wrist and after a brief moment of hesitation, he pulls out and lays beside you, looking almost defeated.

your hips find their home atop his and you nestle against him, slowly grinding back and forth on his length. his hands immediately search for your thighs, pawing at the flesh as he looks up at you. you drink in his expression, the way he's looking at you through his heavy eyelids, his scarred, sweaty bare chest rising and falling harshly.

"let me take care of you. . ." you whisper, your hands sliding up across the feverish skin on his chest, threading through the hair that grows there.

he licks his lips, attempting to protest "but i-"

"shhhh. . ." you shake your head, inching upwards to brush his leaking tip against your entrance and he hisses at the contact, "i said let me take care of you. . ."

you sink down on his cock, gasping as he fills you once more - at this point, you've memorised every vein on that thing. you love how he fills you so completely, how you almost, almost struggle to take him in all the way.

"fuck. . ." he huffs, his eyes fluttering shut as he grasps your thighs, sinking into the bed. he hates it, hates how fucking tired he gets nowadays. but damn if you don't look like the prettiest little thing bouncing on his cock like that.

and you want to comfort him, to let him know that it's okay. you'd ride him every night if he'd let you, but he always insists that he can do it, that he can still go as hard and as fast as he used to all those years ago. fast or slow, it didn't bother you, as long as you had logan, you'd be happy, content with even a passing glance from him in your direction.

"look so pretty up there. . ." he coos breathlessly, watching you bounce, his hand snaking up to rest on your stomach as he admires you.

you moan, tilting your head back - and he groans in response, dick twitching desperately, aching to fill you as his hips buck against your movements. he loves watching you ride him like this, watching as you take control, set the pace you want.

the rough hand on your stomach drifts upwards, finding its home around your neck, gently still. but even the soft grip has you reeling, gripping his wrist. you know he still wants to feel some control, that it wasn't because he was losing energy that he was on his back, no. . . it was a choice.

and you indulge him, working down over his cock with your tight hole, clamping around him as your hips meet his over and over. he's groaning, grumbling, eyes fluttering shut as he's lost in the way you take him.

"logan, look at me. . ." you whisper pleadingly, nails digging into his chest, fingertips tracing across the scars there.

immediately his eyes open to lock onto yours, and when he sees you? fuck, he needs more. he uses his grip on your throat to pull you down into a deep kiss, breathing heavily through his nose as his tongue delves into your mouth. you love how much more experienced he is than you, how he makes quick work of you every fucking time, has you a mess for him, opening up to him in every way you can.

"yeah. . . that's it. . ." he grumbles against your lips, kissing you with a fierce passion that borders on animalistic between words, "keep workin' that cock, keep bouncin', you're doin' so well."

you clench around him at those very words, unable to even think straight with his tongue shoved into your mouth and his cock stuffed deep inside you. he's taking you in every way you'll give yourself to him. even with him on his back and with half his energy he's still able to have you squirming.

and the praise, the fucking praise. logan knows just how to talk to you to make you melt. he'll fuck you roughly, desperately pumping his dick into you whilst whispering that you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen into your ear. he'll have you split in half with his thick arms hooked around your legs whilst telling you that you're so good for him, calling you sweet pet names that contrast his rough movements.

that voice of his, gravely, deep, rumbling. you can't think straight when he talks to you this way.

"such a sweet little thing," he groans, his hand on your thigh snaking around to give your ass a quick slap before grabbing a handful. light work for him considering the size of his hands - don't even get him started on what he likes to do with those. . .

you call his name, whimpering against his lips as you try to keep up with his kisses all while riding him. your mind is blank, slamming your hips down against him as he bucks up, meeting your thrusts - sending him deeper and deeper.

his hand on your neck traces along your skin to grip the back of your head, feeling as his digits spread across your scalp. "fuuuuuck," he groans, "can feel how tight you are, you're gonna cum, huh?" logan asks, though it's less of a question and more of a statement. he knows your body better than you do.

you nod, whimpering pathetically, inches from his lips.

eyes darting from your mouth, up into your gaze, he grins, "use your words, c'mon. i asked you a question."

"yes logan, yes, fuck- i'm gonna cum!" you cry out, tilting your hips as you chase that high he wants to give you.

with his mouth open, he pants, watching you above him with a keen fascination as your face contorts in pleasure. slowly, a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. his favourite thing in the world is to watch you come undone around him, the way your eyes roll back, your pulse quickening under his fingertips.

"c'mon, c'mon, c'mon. . ." he growls, rutting into you from below, feeling as you spasm around his hard, girthy length, "if you cum, i'll cum nice and deep inside you, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"logan. . ." you whine, a clear yes. your head dips down to press against his shoulder, unable to keep yourself upright with the intensity of it all.

he chuckles and it's like music to your ears, loving those rare little noises of his - treasuring the sounds he makes while enjoying you.

both hands are back on your hips now, guiding you, slamming you down onto him as you gasp with each thrust, "c'mon. . . give me what i want, what we both want - make a mess for me."

his words hit you like a command, a call to arms - you will cum for him, make a mess of him and his sheets. you're calling his name into the skin of his neck as you cry out, feeling the orgasm beginning to tear through you.

and he can feel it, feel how you convulse and clamp down on his dick, causing him to gasp. he's moaning, groaning, words catching at the back of his throat as he tries to continue to talk you through it - but he can't. you're fucking him too good, he's gonna cum too.

ropes and ropes of white hot cum fill you, pushed deeper and deeper by his faltering thrusts as his dick twitches with each spray. you gasp, writhing against him as he holds you firmly in place, pulling you down one last time and holding you there as he empties into you completely.

you're whimpering, whining, body jerking as the intensity increases as you roll your hips, riding out the last of your orgasm until you're both left a panting, sweaty mess.

"holy fuck. . ." he whispers into the air, closing his eyes to centre himself, world spinning.

meanwhile, you can't even talk, can't even think about forming words, mind instead occupied with feeling his hot cum dripping out of you.

logan pets the back of your head, stroking your hair gently in an attempt to help you come back into the moment. he wants to thank you, but that's never been his strong suit. instead, he kisses the crown of your head, peppering kisses down along your forehead as he hooks his thumb and forefinger under your chin to bring your face closer to his.

he looks into your hazy, exhausted eyes, his own gaze full of love and appreciation. this is what he lives for - watching you bathe in the afterglow, being lucky enough to look into your eyes every day, being blessed enough to have you here like this.

you greet him with a sleepy, almost bashful smile.

he smiles too, and god, butterflies blossom deep within your stomach. you love him, you love him tired, you love him angry, you love him grumpy, you love him on his back, on top - whatever, you just love him.

"you're too good for me," he whispers as his lips find your forehead once more.

you know those words are his way of saying thanks, but you shake your head in protest, "stop that, not another word."

logan looks into your eyes, really looks at you, those soft hazel hues meeting your gaze. he simply smiles in silence as his hand drifts to your cheek.

the room falls into a comfortable silence, and you wonder how logan ever let you this close. but you don't care, all you care about is taking care of him.

and you will, for as long as he lets you.

[sttoru]

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. bragging about your oh-so-perfect boyfriend to your friends certainly has its (welcomed) consequences. . .

tags. older bf!gojo satoru x female reader. fluff & smut. p in v -> unprotected. missionary. sweet but also nasty and condescending. creampie. body worship. size difference / - kink. nicknames ‘(little) princess, baby’. name calling once. not proof read bcs im sleepy. wc. 2k+

“right! he’s so thoughtful,” you sigh dreamily as you chat with your friends over the phone. you’re laying on satoru’s bed, kicking your feet up while you remove your make-up. of course, you had to call your girls to tell them all about the little date you just had with your boyfriend.

satoru’s in the shower, so you’re taking the time to relive the experience.

“here she goes again y’all,” one of your friends sighs dramatically, to which the others follow with giggles of their own. they know that you can go on and on about your partner. they’ve heard all of it before.

you grin and roll your eyes, rubbing the cleansing wipe over your lips, removing the light pink gloss you had on. you’re all giddy as you recall what satoru has done and given to you this evening. you’ve been pampered—spoiled rotten.

“hey! don’t blame me,” you retort with a chuckle. your friends laugh and urge you to go on since they’re only joking. the stories you tell are always either adorable or heartwarming, and thus they’re happy to listen. plus, debriefing you on your love life is free entertainment.

it’s not unusual for you to stray from the main story. you ramble about the restaurant you’ve visited, the pretty green scenery you’ve walked past, the museum you’ve visited, the way satoru paid for everything and how he made sure to pick activities you’re interested.

you get an occasional ‘aww’ or ‘cuteee’ when you mention your boyfriend’s loving gestures. from the enormous bouquet of flowers he’s gotten you, to the fact that he carried you back into his apartment the moment you told him your feet were hurting.

walking in heels wasn’t the smart move you thought it was, though luckily you had a thoughtful lover by your side.

“he’s just so handsome ‘n stuff. god—“ you squeal, not even bothering to dampen your excitement. you hide your face behind your hands for a split second, gaining a few fan girling squeaks from your friends as well. they’re happy that you’re being treated like deserved.

you don’t hear the door of the bedroom open since you’re too busy gushing about satoru. you’re focused on your small pocket mirror, careful not to forget a spot on your face. you notice that your friends have gone quiet, but you don’t question it.

“his gentle personality is honestly such a turn-on,” you mumble as you rub off the concealer from under your eyes, “and his subtle yet possessive touches? phew, don’t get me started.” you continue to babble on about how hot satoru is when he gets mad, unable to point out a flaw.

you’re about to comment on your friends’ sudden silence when a hand lands on your shoulder. you freeze and finally make eye contact with no one other than satoru—hovering over you from behind. he’s smiling down at you and mumbles a quick, ‘hey, baby’, before kissing your forehead.

you try to explain the situation, yet have no idea where to start. you can hear a friend of yours snickering and another faintly whisper an ‘oh, girl. . .’

before you have the ability to get another word out, satoru cuts you off, waving at your front camera for a second. his smile reaches his eyes and his dimples show;

“hey ladies, mind if i steal my girl from you?” satoru asks as he puts an arm around you. he places his cheek against yours, awaiting an answer. your friends are left speechless at the sudden turn of events.

the white-haired man appears extremely good on screen. he’s basically blessing them with his handsome looks. the towel hanging over his head indicates that he just came out of a fresh shower. there’s a visible vein running down his neck—nearly bulging out of the skin—as if satoru’s holding himself back.

once your friends snap out of their daze, they greet satoru and nod, exchanging quick ‘see you later’s. your boyfriend thanks them with another one of his charming smiles. he waves at the camera again, “bye bye, thank you.”

the call ends and the bedroom falls quiet. you stare at your screen which fades to black, completely dumbfounded. you quickly sit up—your mind a chaotic mess full of thoughts.

“satoru, i uhm, i didn’t know—“ you attempt to form an explanation, though you realise that it’s likely futile. satoru’s probably heard every word that left your mouth. you look up at him, your voice a quiet whisper, “how much did you hear?”

the sorcerer grins. he’s so enamored with you; everything you do is adorable. he grabs your hands and holds then into his larger ones—thumbs gently rubbing your skin. he pulls them up to his lips so he could place chaste kisses on your knuckles.

“everything, princess,” satoru hums, rotating your hands to place kisses on the inside of your wrists. there’s a subtle blush on his cheeks that even reaches his ears. no matter how calm and collected he may seem, he’s still but a complete sucker to your love, “talking about me to your little friends, hm? how cute.”

a shiver runs down your spine. you feel your tummy turn as you’re slowly guided onto your back. multiple kisses cover your body—from head to toe—like a canvas getting painted on. satoru’s taking his sweet time, admiring the art that’s your physique.

every piece of clothing that comes off is a step closer to the grande revelation. the masterpiece that is you. moving from one empty spot - filling it with his kisses - to another. sighs of content leave your lover’s mouth with each reveal, as if he hasn’t seen the sight of your naked body before.

“does this turn you on, baby? my ‘subtle touches’?” satoru mutters against your breasts, remembering your earlier words. his blue eyes stare up at you through his white lashes. not wearing his blindfold may overstimulate him due to his abilities, but he’ll risk anything if it’s to admire you the best he can.

he chuckles when you nod. your boyfriend kisses your hard nipples—taking his time to swirl his tongue around both of them just to feel your back arch off the mattress. your hands holding onto him for life is extremely thrilling. “it turns me on too,” satoru confesses quietly. his slender fingers reach the hem of your panties, “you turn me on so fuckin’ much.”

your breath hitches when your underwear gets tossed somewhere across the room. you’re dripping, obviously. there’s no way you couldn’t get turned on by the way satoru’s been worshipping your entire being.

you can also see the effect you have on him; he’s sweating. the vein on his neck seems to grow more visible when your cunt is revealed to him.

“there she is,” satoru grins in satisfaction. he seems to be in a daze for a second before he regains composure. he looks at you for a quick check, needing to know if he has your consent before he continues. the moment you nod, your lover separates your legs.

you sniff and try to hide your embarrassed expression behind a hand. satoru’s quick to pin your wrist above your head so you wouldn’t have the chance to do any of that. “keep your eyes on me, yeah?” he leans in to place a swift kiss on your lips.

“mhm,” you nod after returning the peck. the white-haired man utters a small ‘thank you’ and undoes his sweatpants with his free hand. he fumbles with his boxers—unable to keep himself from trembling in pleasure from the view alone.

your small body underneath him is a sight he’ll never get tired of. that face of yours morphing into one of pleasure whenever you’re intimate is one of his favorite things to witness. thus why the missionary is his go to position.

“c’mon,” satoru kisses your cheek as he manages to pull his erected cock out of his underwear. it’s standing tall, the tip pointing right at the place it wants to be buried at—your wet, warm and inviting pussy, “you were so loud when talking with y’r friends ‘n now you’ve gone quiet on me.”

satoru pouts, “it’s not fair. i wanna hear my princess too.”

you almost choke on your spit because of how whiny yet demanding satoru sounds. you feel his fingers intertwine with yours, firmly holding your hand down above your head. you’re still flustered by the entire situation. you open your mouth as tears gather in your eyes, “i’m sorry, i’m jus— ngh!”

you can’t even get your words out. the lewd feeling of satoru rubbing his tip between your folds completely catches you off guard. he grins, as if he planned on doing that the moment you tried to speak. he’s such a tease.

“shh, shh, i know,” satoru coos mockingly, acting like he’s not doing it on purpose. you can’t blame the man; he’s been rock hard ever since he heard you praise him so openly through the phone. your lovely voice speaking so highly of him was driving him nuts.

you’re so appreciative for all he’s doing and it makes the sorcerer want to spoil you even more. to give you the love and affection you deserve because of how precious you are—even if you don’t realise it.

he wants to give you more. more, more, more.

without thinking, satoru pushes his cock right through your tight cunt. he shudders at the sight of your poor, small pussy struggling to take his fat dick. he can’t hurt you, he knows. especially with the amount of times the bulbous head of his cock nearly bruised your cervix.

though, it’s difficult not to go all out. you’re so accepting of everything he does—satoru can see that by the way your eyes stare at him. it’s all love. the light reflecting in your pupils makes them sparkle beautifully. he cusses under his breath, “y’re so pretty, baby. fuck, fuck, fuck. y’re making it so hard.”

satoru tries his best not to plunge his cock all the way to the hilt. he reaches halfway with each thrust, the thwacking sound increasing by the second. your legs automatically wrap around his waist and your fingers squeeze his.

“toruuu, fmhh, so big,” you babble, the drool forming in the corners of your lips threatening to drip down your chin. each soft yet firm thrust seems to resonate within you, evoking a sense of pleasurable contentment.

satoru lets out a haughty chuckle at the sight of you going cockdrunk already. he’s still trying to hold his urges back by focusing on your satisfaction alone. “i’ll give you something else to brag ‘bout to y’r friends,” he pants with a confident smirk, kissing your jawline as he ruts into you,

you’re embarrassed by your current predicament. despite that, you find yourself enjoying every consequence that your actions have caused. your moans echo in satoru’s ears, each slap of your bodies connecting sounding twice as loud.

his thick cock is stretching you out so well. your cunt is working overtime to make space for every inch. your boyfriend gently bites your bottom lip, his breath faltering when you clench around him in response.

“‘re ya gonna tell them?” satoru asks through a guttural moan. his hips move non-stop, aiming to please you until you lose your mind. he’ll live up to the expectations set no matter what. he kisses the swell of your breasts, “are ya gonna tell ‘em how you let your ‘lovely’ boyfriend fuck you like this? how y’re a complete slut for his cock?”

you don’t know how to react to his dirty talk. it’s getting you wetter, that’s for sure. your thighs shake around his waist and your tummy feels like it’s doing flips. satoru doesn’t leave it there, “gonna tell them about how good i fill you up, yeah? dirty little girl telling all her friends about our private life, tsk tsk.”

it’s overwhelming. the sudden increase in dirty talk makes you want to cum on spot. you feel like you’re being degraded, however satoru’s touches make you feel appreciated and loved. his hand holding yours above your head never leaves you—a sign that this is still him making love to you.

“am—am not gonna,” you hiccup. the words simply roll of your tongue without much thought. you’re mindlessly responding to your lover. “am not gonna tell them anything,” you continue before cutting yourself off with a string of whiny moans when satoru plays with your clit.

satoru shakes his head, increasing the pressure and speed in which he’s pumping into you. he loves the view of you being so helpless—succumbing to the pleasure he’s granting you. “sureeee, i believe you,” your boyfriend snickers and pushes his pulsing cock in further. his tone is soft but condescending, “i’ll trust my little princess to keep her mouth shut f’me.”

you’re getting so close. your nails dig into his skin and your noises get louder. you’re right on the edge of euphoria. the clit stimulation along with the feeling of being filled to the brim is enough to make you see stars.

satoru nods at your desperate whimpers that alarm him that you’re close to climax. “i got you, baby. cum f’me—i got you,” he places sloppy kisses all over your face and rams his cock in and out of you in a stronger rhythm. there’s nothing satoru wants to do in this world more than to flood your insides with his cum.

his cock doesn’t stop prodding at your sweet spots and it’s making you approach that peak; the peak of pleasure that’s going to push you over the edge. you hold tightly onto your lover and he doesn’t hesitate to return the embrace. “it’s okay, do it f’me,” satoru encourages you once again through a husky whisper.

you’re thankful that you have such an attentive partner. he can go from teasing you to comforting you and it’s the most reassuring thing ever. you’ve never had a man hold you so intimately while he’s balls deep into you.

“g’nna cum,” a strangled moan leaves your throat when you try to speak. your chests are pressed together and your heartbeats match—like the perfect pair you are. satoru feels his balls clench with an aching feeling, needing to release every last drop they have stored into your tiny cunt.

just thinking about the way you were bragging about him again, is enough. “take it—fuuuckk—take it all, baby,” the white-haired man takes a deep breath in and can’t help but bury his entire dick inside of you, that one last thrust making you yelp.

you reach your climaxes at the exact same time. your fluids mix as you feel satoru’s thick spurts of cum coat your insides a sticky white. your body spasms and your boyfriend instantly soothes you by rubbing your back. his own legs are trembling a little, but you’re far more important.

you don’t utter a word and simply focus on regaining your energy. all that you can say are incoherent babbles. “easy,” satoru kisses the corners of your eyes and relishes in the fact that he’s fucked you full of his cum. it’s a reminder of just how much he loves you.

a few encouraging words and hugs later and you’ve calmed down. you don’t fully grasp the reality of the situation until the adrenaline and other hormones drop down to a normal level.

you’re suddenly reminded by your previous words and this time, you succeed in hiding your face into the crook of satoru’s neck.

it’s certain that he’s greatly enjoyed overhearing you talk about him to your friends, but it’s still a somewhat embarrassing memory you wish to forget. “not a word, please. j-jus act like you haven’t heard anything,” you mumble quietly now that you’ve come down from your high.

satoru laughs softly. he can’t help but tease you after that—it’s a given. you’re still so caught up on what happened and it’s endearing.

however, satoru wouldn’t be him if he didn’t tease you about your little comments. without pulling out, he tilts his head back and stares down at you with a faint grin, “do i have to act like i haven’t fucked you silly just now too?”

“satoru!”

[alachii]

either i am going to fail that paper and therefore that class or i am going to be a published border studies scholar at some point in the next year. welp time to fail my other class at 9 am tomorrow morning

[little-jana]

"Dr. Reid’s Plus-One and A Half"

Pairing: Spencer Reid x wife!reader

Genre: fluff

Words: 2k

Warnings: some team shenanigans, pregnancy, secret relationship, use of Y/N, season 1 Spencer awkwardness

Summary: The BAU hosts a formal dance, and Spencer shows up with his very pregnant wife—who no one even knew existed. Cue absolute chaos.

a/n: requested: yes! Thank u very much! Enjoy! 🌷

The FBI’s annual formal dance was something Hotch insisted they attend, mostly to keep up appearances with the higher-ups and maintain a sense of normalcy outside of chasing serial killers. While most of the team had plans to go together, no one expected Spencer Reid—the socially awkward, cardigan-wearing genius—to bring a date.

And certainly not a wife.

Yet, there he was, walking into the venue in a well-fitted suit, holding hands with the most adorable, bubbly woman they had ever seen. She had a radiant smile, an excited energy that contrasted Spencer’s usual nervous demeanor, and—oh yeah—a very noticeable baby bump.

Derek Morgan choked on his drink. Penelope Garcia shrieked. JJ’s mouth dropped open. Elle literally did a double-take. Hotch… well, Hotch just looked stunned in the most subtle Hotch way possible.

“WHAT THE HELL, PRETTY BOY?!” Morgan was the first to explode, eyes flicking between Spencer and the woman clinging to his arm.

“Umm…” Spencer adjusted his tie nervously, pushing his glasses up. “Everyone, this is my wife, (Y/N).”

“Your WHAT?!”

“Hi!” You beamed, completely unfazed by their reaction. “I’m so excited to meet all of you! Spencer talks about you guys all the time!”

“Wife?!” JJ echoed, eyes still wide. “You’re married?!”

“And expecting?!” Penelope practically vibrated with excitement, eyes locked on your baby bump.

Spencer cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah. Surprise?”

“Oh, this is more than a surprise, genius,” Morgan said, crossing his arms. “How the hell did you keep this from us?”

“Well…” Spencer hesitated. “It just never… came up?”

“I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS,” Penelope squealed. “Wait, wait, how did you two even meet?! How long have you been married?! Oh my God, Spencer, you absolute sneaky little nerd!”

You laughed, squeezing Spencer’s arm. “It’s actually a really cute story! We met at a bookstore two years ago—he knocked over an entire display while trying to reach for a book, and I helped him clean it up. We got married about a year ago, and now—” You patted your belly with a grin. “—we’ve got a little one on the way!”

The team collectively lost it.

Morgan looked betrayed. “You mean to tell me this whole time, while I’ve been trying to help this man talk to women, he’s been married to you?”

“Yup!” You chirped happily.

“I have never felt more deceived,” Penelope gasped dramatically, placing a hand over her heart. “Spencer, you mean to tell me you had a secret wife and didn’t tell your favorite tech goddess?!”

“Uh… surprise?” Spencer repeated awkwardly.

JJ shook her head in disbelief. “I think this might be the most shocking case we’ve ever had.”

Hotch finally stepped forward, looking between you and Spencer with something that almost resembled a smile. “I have to admit, Reid, I didn’t expect this.”

“Neither did I,” Elle muttered.

“Did anyone see this coming?” JJ asked.

“Nope,” Morgan said immediately.

“Not at all,” Penelope added.

“Well, I did tell them about you,” Spencer mumbled to you.

“But you failed to mention the wife part,” you teased.

Spencer sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Okay, okay, I get it. It’s just… I guess I was worried about how you’d all react.”

“Oh, genius, we’re ecstatic,” Penelope assured, bouncing on her heels. “Just completely and utterly blindsided.”

“Seriously, though,” Morgan said, placing a hand on Spencer’s shoulder. “Congrats, man. You really found yourself someone special.”

Spencer smiled, looking down at you with pure affection. “Yeah. I really did.”

And as the team finally gathered around, asking you a million questions and gushing over your baby bump, Spencer couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming warmth. Maybe he had been nervous about telling them, but now? Seeing how much they cared—for both of you—it was more than he could have ever hoped for.

The BAU’s resident genius: awkward in social situations, but apparently an expert in secret marriages.

[cherrybr4t]

pretty boys bring you to heaven - jeon wonwoo (m)

CONTENT WARNINGS: biker bf!wonwoo, jealous wonwoo (hehe.), SMUT!, unprotected p in v, oral (f rec), praise 😇, marking up (f rec), creampie, slightly possessive wonu, overused trope but! dom!wonwoo, sub fem!reader, kitchen counter sex 😔

WC: 2k

A/N: hello..fulfilling my inner teen wattpad days with a cliche scenario & trope. but. hot jealous biker bf wonwoo. one for me pls. i hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing this 😔 (slightly inspired by real life events)

enjoy! <3

"sorry miss, excuse me... my friends and i were over there and we thought you were really pretty.. any chance we could get your digits?"

you were already freezing outside the izakaya restuarant, waiting for your boyfriend to pick you up. said boyfriend was about 10 minutes late from the arranged timing.

mustering up the kindest smile you could in that condition, you waved a hand politely, "no thank you, i have a boyfriend." with a curt nod, you shifted about 5 inches to the side.

expecting the guy to take his leave, he offered a cynical chuckle on that scornful face instead.

"come on, it's just your number, hm?" he inched closer, waving his phone in your face.

scoffing, you turned to him, "i'm telling you, i have a boyfriend and he's about to be here any minute now so if i were you, i would walk away,"

"well, i don't see that boyfriend of yours anywhere baby, how 'bout you stop lying—"

"turn around," your eyebrows raised at the familiar deep timbre. you gulped, knowing that you tried to give that poor guy a small warning.

"ah," the guy turned around, took one look over before shaking his head. "didn't peg you for a pretty boy kinda girl babe, oh, and pretty boy rides," he mocked after seeing the sleek black helmet wonwoo was clutching onto.

“yeah? this pretty boy right here s’bout to turn you extra pretty with this helmet right here if you don’t step away from his girlfriend,”

you looked at your boyfriend, sharp eyes daggering through the man, knowing that he meant every word. wonwoo was a rather mellow person, but when things came down to it, you’ve seen first hand how it’s never good to rub him off in the wrong way.

with the exception of yourself, of course. you could do no wrong in your simp of a boyfriend’s eyes.

you felt your insides churn at how he stepped in with such a sinister glare. lips threatening to break into a giddy smile as you were feeling so in love with your boyfriend at the moment, as well as satisfied at how the man is now avoiding his gaze, slowly backing off.

“got it dude, chill out. s’not like i can’t find another one of these bitches out there,”

something in wonwoo snapped and he lunged forward, grabbing onto the man’s shirt with his precious helmet now dropped on the pavement.

“what did you fucking say?”

you decided it was time to step in, not wanting to cause any ruckus — you just wanted the night to be over and done with and to head home, tucked in with your boyfriend.

“alright alright, wonwoo, it’s fine let it go, he’s not worth the trouble,” you tugged onto wonwoo’s shirt, hand reaching up to massage his nape, calming him down.

wonwoo’s muscles relaxed immediately at your touch, before turning over to look at you. taking a few moments before deciding to let go —which was for the better because you knew that guy stood no chance against your hapkido black belt man.

wonwoo pushed him towards the road before grabbing onto your hand, chuckling once he saw that you’ve already picked up the helmet. you shrugged, holding onto him tighter before dragging him towards his bike.

“i’m sorry baby, this wouldn’t have happened if i got here on time.. i swear the traffic lights just weren’t in my favour today,” wonwoo cupped your face gently in his hands, pecking you gently on your lips.

“stop, this isn’t your fault wonwoo.. there’re always gonna be pesky rats out and about, plus i still remember some moves you taught me,” you got into your fight stance, flailing your arms while making exaggerated ‘hah’s.

wonwoo let out a chortle, before patting down your head, “good girl, but… i can tell you’re slightly pissed, you’re calling me wonwoo and not baby,” he wraps his arms around you, lowering his face to rub his obvious pout in your face.

“gosh you’re such a baby, baby.” you kissed his pout to which he gladly welcomed and engulfed you into an open mouth kiss, tightening his grip on you.

“that’s more like it baby, now let’s go home, need to keep my pretty baby out of these dangerous streets,”

wonwoo has you up on the counter back home, between your legs as he kisses you so fervidly while his hands grip onto your waist tightly. you rake your fingers on his nape and across his scalp as you deepen the kiss, tongue entering to find his.

his deep rumble of groans as you run your nails through his scalp has you clenching and you let out a small whimper mid-kiss. he pulls apart and stares at you.

“my pretty baby, so fucking beautiful you got all these men thinking they’ve got a shot,” he groans as he peppers small kisses along your jawline.

“til they find out that you’re mine, hm? not a fucking chance,” he follows through, kissing his way down your neck, stopping at your sweet spot he knows all too well, and starts sucking lightly.

you let out a full fledged moan at this point, head tilting back – unable to control how your boyfriend makes you deranged just by a few kisses.

“wonwoo…” you whine.

“yes baby? needa mark you up all prettily so no one else dares to even make a move hm? all mine mine mine,” he goes down on the same spot, sucking harshly with a few bites before smoothing it over with his tongue. you squeak out in pleasure, loving how his tongue feels so strong yet so good against that bruised spot.

“i'm all yours baby, l-let them all know who i belong to,” you beg, wanting to feel his mouth all over your body, not wanting him to miss any spot.

wonwoo moves on to his next spot, sucking, biting and soothing. you feel so giddy, totally missing his hand creeping towards your core, until you feel him directly palming your cunt aggressively – and you realise just how soaked you are when you feel your panties stick to your cunt.

“fuuck baby, you’re soaking through your fucking pants fuck,” wonwoo pants, inner fire growing stronger seeing how you react to him marking you up. he hastily removes your pants and kicks them aside, licking his lips subtly at the sight of your drenched cunt through your thin panties.

“wo-baby, do something, please,” you grab at nothing desperately on the counter, needing him to do something to release the tension in your core that’s been growing – you feel the need to rub against air.

“yeah? whatever my pretty baby wants,” he starts rubbing on your clothed cunt, before pushing the destroyed fabric aside, fingers soaking in your juices as he plays with your folds.

his other hand grabs onto your jaw forcing you to look at him, “open up,” he whispers before taking his fingers out of your cunt to stuff them into your mouth. you moan at the taste of yourself, eyes fluttering shut.

“so fucking delicious aren’t you,”

he spreads your legs wider before ripping your panties off. getting onto his knees, he positions his face directly in front of your cunt before going in straight and kissing your growing bud.

“fuck fuck fuck,” you scream out as you feel him start to suckle on your swollen bud, before leaving kisses over your folds. he sticks his tongue out, teasing over them before going in through layers of your folds.

“wonwoo!” moaning out your boyfriends name with a cracked voice, you thrust your hips in his face, craving more.

“as always, fucking sweet and fucking delicious, god,” he moans into your cunt, looking like a starved man as he eats and laps at your cunt so ravenously.

he grabs onto your thighs, forcing them to stay apart as he continues diving deeper into your sweet cunt, that tall nose of his hitting the right spot, rubbing against your bundle of nerves at a consistent pace.

“w-wonwoo, i’m gonna cum, gonna cum, wanna cum c-can i,” you cry out, feeling the gates of your dam about to break open any time.

wonwoo looks up you, half-lidded and lustful gaze as he urges you, "cum baby, cum all over my face fuck, need you to,"

few seconds after, you grab onto wonwoo’s hair as you feel the last string break, feeling of numbness engulfing your whole as you feel all the tension pump out of you. pulling his locks as you release your juices, moaning out his name like a mantra as you came, and you feel like you've been to heaven and back.

wonwoo doesn’t stop, and continues drinking in all of you – every last drop of your release. you pushed his head away due to oversensitivity, and wonwoo stands up chuckling.

“you make the prettiest sounds when you cum for me baby, can you do it again for me?” wonwoo coos, and kisses your forehead, slowly removing the remaining articles of clothing between the both of you.

“only if i get to cum around your cock this time,” you shot back lazily, eyes still hazy and drunk on your previous orgasm, yet still greedy for wonwoo’s cock. always greedy for more of him.

“of course baby, gotta feed this pussy more of my cock and my cum to remind who it belongs to, hm?” he turns you around before bending you over the counter. you smirk, heart palpitating at being manhandled to one of your favourite positions.

wonwoo glides his hands down your spine, caressing your cheeks, playing with them before slapping his pink and bulging tip on them.

“perfect ass, perfect tits, perfect everything, my fucking perfect baby, you were made for me and only me,” wonwoo moans out, letting his tip drench in your juices along your folds.

“mm wonwoo, baby, put it in, please,” you wiggle your hips backwards, and after a few more slaps against your cunt, he finally slides his tip in, causing you to gasp and fall forward onto the counter more.

you feel your walls constrict and expand aggressively, trying to suck your boyfriends length in inch by inch desperately.

wonwoo has a hand wrapped around your waist as he slides his full length in, both of you releasing the airiest moan once feeling each other on every nerve ending.

wonwoo starts to find a rhythm, hips thrusting so deep in you feel his tip hitting your cervix so comfortably and so fully every thrust you can’t help but scream out every time his tip nudges against that spot.

“so fucking good, cunt was made for me baby, making me see stars and shit,” wonwoo rasps out, panting as he struggles to formulate a sentence without breaking into moans.

“nngh, it feels so good wonwoo, so big, s-so good,” you were mind-fucked. having his cock in you deduced your brain to having no thoughts but him. crying out for him with no other care in this world.

“my pretty baby, wanna see you cum for me again, need to feel you cum around my cock for me, can–ah fuck–can you do that for me?” with an arm around you playing with your tits, and another arm suddenly reaching towards your exposed and swollen bud, you feel all hairs stand and being the most stimulated you’ve ever been.

“argh! wonwoo.. fuck,” you wail out his name, feeling so close to that eureka moment once again as your boyfriend rubs sloppy yet tight circles around your clit.

“mm baby, its okay, just cum for me hm? come on, cum around your cock, cum for me, cum cum,”

with him voicing his encouragements right behind you, you feel your abdomen reach its tightest point, before you feel the tipping point pour over, letting the waves of ecstasy wash over you, trembling underneath your boyfriend. squeezing the life out of his cock, you hear him groan.

“good girl, fuck, so fucking good, gonna cum for you now baby,”

soon after your release, you feel wonwoo’s body lurch and fall atop yours as his cum fills you up to the brim, and you moan at the warm liquid blanketing your cunt and its walls.

wonwoo steps back to admire his cum dripping out of your swollen cunt for a good minute, before you whine out for him - needing your after-fuck hugs and kisses.

he obliges, but whispers as he nibbles on your ear lobe, "don't think i'm done with you yet baby, you've got a loooong night ahead of you,"

a/n: hit the reblog if you've enjoyed this my loves! thank you so much for reading <3 sending love and kisses to everyone!

[mrsknowitallll]

A Little Loving

Elijah Moore “Smoke” x Annie x Black Plus Size Reader

Summary : The two of them have you wrapped right around their finger and vice versa.

Warning: Violence, mentions of assault, smut. Reader goes by the nick name lady bug, that’s it.

A/N - I know i’m supposed to be working on the ldpdl series but i’m obsessed with Sinners right now and i NEED to scratch that itch.

Word count: 2k

"Give me my apples back!" You tugged on the basket fighting as hard as you could, struggling with the two thieves.

You let it go quickly, freezing as a man approached clad in a grey suit that was clearly crafted from expensive cloth, blue fedora atop of his head, slightly shielding his eyes.

He held his gun up to the back of one of their heads, cocking it and placing his finger on the trigger.

"Gone head and pick em up, nice and slow." The man spoke, voice a low rumble sending heat straight through your chest.

"Smoke just relax man we was only playing with her, just messing round you know." The other guy held his hands up pleading for mercy.

The man who you now know as Smoke quickly aimed his gun at the guy's knee and fired, bullet piercing skin instantly, gliding through his limb like butter.

"Go on boy or this next one going right in yo back!" Smoke positioned his gun back towards the guy that stood before him.

The man crouched down slowly, picking up the fruit one by one and placing it in the basket.

He handed it to you with shaky hands.

"Now apologize to the lady." Smoke titled his head, eyes meeting yours for a moment.

You felt yourself shiver under his gaze, cold, hard. It wasn't directed towards you, but you couldn't help but feel intimated.

"I'm sorry ma'am i'm so so sorry." The man's lip quivered, shaky hands grabbing onto yours.

He toppled over in pain as Smoke fired another bullet, this one shooting through the man's back as he promised.

He grabbed onto your ankles and you quickly shook him off , gathering your basket.

You looked up at Smoke once more smiling faintly attempting to show your gratitude.

"Thank you sir." You nodded at him before scurrying off.

His eyes followed you as you went, watching as your dressed swayed in the wind.

He didn't even get your name.

To his surprise it wouldn't be long until he saw you again, just a few minutes later as he drove past the cotton fields, watching you stroll through them munching on one of those apples, wide hips switching rhythmically as you walked.

He beeped his horn once, twice catching your attention.

"You need a ride ma'am?" He shouted so you could hear him.

You walked closer, approaching the passenger door.

"I appreciate the offer mister but you've gone through enough trouble for me today, i couldn't ask you to do that." You smiled gratefully.

"You didn't ask, i offered, get in." He insisted.

You were a bit taken aback by his boldness but you obliged nonetheless, hopping into the car placing your basket in your lap.

"Where you headed little one?" He questioned glancing over at you then back at the road.

"Keep going straight i'll let ya know when to turn... and I ain't little, i'm a grown woman." You mumbled taking another bite from your apple.

"Would you rather I call you big one?" He eyed you, deadpan expression on his face.

"If you gone be rude just gone head and let me out and i'll walk my big ass the rest of the way." You spat narrowing your eyes at him.

His brows shot up in surprise, mouth snapping shut.

He frowned slightly now realizing how it could have made you feel seeing as you were a bigger woman.

"Sorry i didn't mean no harm miss, didn't mean it in that way i guess that was just my attempt at a joke. I'm not the best with words you'll have to excuse me." He shot you an apologetic look.

You studied him for a moment before nodding.

"I suppose it's alright, turn here." You pointed left.

He parked in your driveway, shutting the car off and turning toward you.

"I never got your name." He eyed you curiously.

"You don't need to know my name." You shrugged hopping out and heading toward your front door.

"But you know mine." He called after you, eyes trailing your figure as you walked, under a slight spell as he surveyed your backside.

"I didn't ask for it." You turned, playful smile on your face.

"Oh it's like that?" Smoke smirked biting his lip.

"Bye mister, thanks for the ride." You laughed to yourself bouncing up the steps.

He shook his head sighing, grin creeping up on his face.

You sighed heavily, dusting your flour coated hands off on your dress, smiling pridefully at the basket full of apple turnovers.

Annie was gonna love them, she loved all your treats.

It was the least you could do after she saved your life, if it wasn’t for her hoodoo you wouldn’t be still standing.

You covered the pastries with a cloth, closing your door softly and making your way to her little shack.

Once you arrived and approached her door you knocked, knuckles wrapping on the wood gently.

“Annie?” You furrowed your brows in confusion.

She was usually home by this time.

You jiggled the door knob suprised to find the door unlocked.

You dropped the basket in shock, witnessing Annie bent over the table, Smoke rutting into her from behind.

They both stopped abruptly, quickly readjusting themselves and their clothes.

“I’m sorry, i’ll be on my way now!” You dashed down the steps and back the way you came from, face heating up as images of their love making flashed through your mind.

“Ladybug wait!” Annie called after you, rushing to catch up with you.

You stopped turning to face her.

“Sorry bout that i wasn’t expecting no visitors.” She gulped nervously avoiding your eyes in shame.

“That’s alright Miss Annie, i shouldn’t be barging in like that no way. I’ll get out ya hair now.” You half smiled turning to make your way back home.

“Oh come on now you ain’t come all this way for nothing. What is it?” She grabbed your arm making you face her once more.

“I wanted to thank you… if it wasn’t for this magic of yours” You pulled the small baggie from beneath your dress.

“I wouldn’t be standing here right now.” You grinned.

She couldn’t help but smile too.

“That man right there also saved me from a good beating today, i owe you one mister.” You nodded towards him.

“No need to thank me, i was just doing what any man with a heart would.” He stepped toward you, holding your basket of goodies.

“You made these?” He asked removing the cloth from overtop.

“Yeah, they my mama’s recipe.” You watched curiously as he picked up one of the turnovers and stuffed it into his mouth.

His eyes widened, gazing over at Annie in shock.

She just smirked, nodding her head.

“Ladybug was it? Girl these are damn good.” He spoke through a mouthful.

“Thank ya sir.” You smiled shyly at the praise.

“Say you looking for work?”

You approached the small joint, a few folks bustling in and out carrying boxes.

You stepped inside met with the smell of catfish frying.

“Can I help you?” Stack who you thought was Smoke approach you.

“Uhh Smoke it’s me Ladybug… you told me to meet you here?” You furrowed your brows in confusion.

“I ain’t Smoke baby we just look alike, what’s yo name sweet thang?” He got too close for comfort, breath fanning over your face.

“Leave her ‘lone Stack.” Smoke snarled pushing the man back slightly.

“I ain’t mean no harm Smoke lighten up!” Stack grinned wickedly.

“That’s my twin brother, sorry bout that. You can set up over there with Annie.” He pointed towards a small bar.

People started swarming in quickly as the sun began to set.

You watched envious as they fell into a rhythm on the dance floor, the swanging music almost hypnotizing them.

You loved to danced, just never had the time to, never had the freedom to.

Annie took notice of your stares, eyes following your gaze.

“Go on out there, i’ll hold it down over here.” She nudged you with her hip.

“You sure?” You looked at her with uncertainty.

“Yeah gone head girl.” She smiled as you bubbled with excitement.

“Thank you Annie.” You planted a wet kiss on her cheek before rushing off to dance with the others.

You quickly fell into sync with the music, hips swirling around in a tantalizing motion, attracting the attention of onlookers.

Smoke watched from the balcony overhead, lip tucked between his teeth as your ass jiggled beneath your loose dress, your hips swinging in circles.

He glanced over at Annie who was already looking up at him, the same hot and heavy demeanor washing over her.

Every so often you stopped to rest, to have a drink. One turned to two, two turned to four and before you knew it you were drunk, still dancing, hips swinging.

A man came up behind you, coping a feel, pressing himself up against you.

You immediately elbowed him, sending him toppling over.

“Don’t you ever put yo fucking hands on me!” You screamed kicking him in the nuts.

Smoke snatched him up by his collar, throwing him at his goons.

“Get that nigga the fuck up outta here!” He roared.

They all nodded dragging him out the back door but not before teaching him a lesson.

“You ight?” Smoke’s eyes trailed you, surveying you for any injuries.

“I’m good.” You nodded.

“You sure?” Annie questioned from behind you, taking ahold of your arm.

“Yeah i’m alright.” You leaned into her touch, slightly wobbly on your feet.

“Mind if we dance with you?” She asked lips ghosting over your ear.

You felt a shiver go up your spine.

You quickly nodded in agreement and they wasted no time pressing themselves up against you, Annie at your front, Smoke at your back.

Smoke wrapped his hands around your thick waist, strong and secure, pressing himself up against you and beginning to sway while Annie draped her arms around your neck swaying as well.

You glanced around nervously as people began to stare, gawking at the three of you.

“Don’t worry bout them, focus on us yeah?” Annie grabbed ahold of your chin, turning your head back towards her.

You nodded and began to relax in their hold, swaying sensually to the music.

Eventually they lured you to the storage closet, hands roaming your body.

Smoke captured your lips in a hungry kiss, rough hands gripping at the fat of your thighs, hiking up your dress.

Annie nipped at your neck, kneading your ass with her gentle hands, eliciting a chorus of moans from you.

Smoke broke your kiss, kneeling down, pulling your panties off, parting your legs.

“Wait, wait, i don’t know bout all this y’all hold on a minute.” You shook yourself from your daze, trapping Smoke’s head between your thighs to stop his pursuit of your sex.

“Just relax baby, let yourself get lost in the pleasure. We gone take real good care of you.” Annie whispered nibbling your ear, hands sliding into your bra, fingers pinching your nipples causing you to let out a breathy moan.

Smoke gripped your thighs parting your legs again and began eating you out like a man starved, licking and sucking at an animalistic pace.

You were sure the whole club could hear your screams, body shaking as he continued his ministrations, no signs of letting up.

Annie caught your mouth in a sloppy, wet kiss effectively silencing you, if you screamed any louder she was sure somebody would assume they were killing ya ass back there.

You came quickly, eyes widening manically, mouth hung open, you swore you could see stars.

You body shook rapidly and Annie gripped your plush middle tightly, preventing you from falling.

Smoke stood again, hooded eyes locking onto yours, face soaked in your essence.

“You wanna try some baby?” He glanced over at Annie.

“I’d love too.” She smirked.

“Lord y’all two gone be the death of me.” You sighed heavily.

[zlut4rina]

D- Minus

Storyline: College professor Yu, 'consoles' you after class about your dropping grades. Offering a helping hand.

Pairings: G!pProfessor!Karina x CollegeVirginStudent!Femreader

Warnings: Smut, Reader first time, unprotected sex, karina lwk a perv, creampie, fingering, slight public sex.

Note: I wish she was my hot teacher :[

Word count: 2k (Short n to the point, me thinks)

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After the bell rang throughout the school, students gathered their things and headed for the door. You did the same, walking from your seat, you started making your way to the door. Till your professor spoke, “Uh, y/n could I speak to you for a moment.” She spoke fixing her glasses, and she stopped her typing on her laptop. Noting the look on your face, she reassured you. “Don’t worry about missing class. I’ll tell her you were with me.” She smiled as she closed her laptop. You nodded and walked to her desk. Her gaze was strongly fixated on you, studying your features for a bit too long. Noticing she was staring, she opened her laptop once again.

“Uh, you seem to be, falling behind on some things.” The faint light from her screen enhances her features. “It’s greatly affecting your grade.” She took a peak at you after finishing her sentence. You stood there, you were aware of tour dropping grades. But it wasn’t your fault, not entirely. No, you weren’t lazy. You just never had the time. Not with your bitchy, constantly drunk dad. Plus having to take care of the house on your own and yourself, along with college was just taking a toll on you. You began to open you mouth till she cut you off. “If you don’t understand the material, I could help you.” She looked at you again, this time staring into your eyes. A small smile formed on the corner of her mouth. “No, I understand it’s just, I can’t really… uh” Hanging your head down you played with your fingers. She reached her hand out and pulled you closer to her, by your wrist. “Is something, going on at home?” her voice full of genuine concern. Her eyes examined your sad features.

Her mind immediately went dark. She knew it was wrong to think of her student like this. But seeing you like this awakened something she didn’t even know she had. Seeing your sad and defeated state made her hard. Your cute pout and the way you avoided eye contact with her. Your voice is softer than normal, as you fidgeted with your fingers. She started stroking your arm. The feeling of her hands on your body just made her ache more. She’s had a crush on you for a while. It’s wrong, she knows, but she just can't help it. Especially when you come to class looking so cute. She loved watching the way your face focused on assignments or hearing your voice when you answered her questions. Everything you did turned her on. It was disgusting how desperate she was for you.

You nodded at her question, feeling defeated. “That’s okay, I get it’s stressful” she pulled you closer to her. Her knee touching your leg. She ran her hand from your arm to the small of your back, a few inches too close to your backside. The feeling surprised you, but not wanting to draw too much more attention to yourself, you let her. “You know, my offer still stands. If you need help, with anything. Just ask” Her tone was soft yet dominating. Her gaze on you was sharp and hungry. “I could use a bit of your help.” You spoke, still avoiding eye contact. She smiled, pulling you into her lap. Her arms immediately snakes around your waist. She let go of you with one of her arms and started scrolling on her laptop. “Let’s start with tomorrow’s lesson, shall we?” You nodded. “It’s the same material as we went over today. But I want to see what you know”

Karina was getting hard. You were sitting on her lap, so willingly drove her mad. The way you adjusted your position on her lap made her groan against you. Your back on her chest, and you sitting directly on her growing erection. She subtly grinded her hips up on you, her hold on your body got tighter. “Let’s start shall we…” She choked out, trying not to lose herself in her desperate state. She scrolled through the questions till she stopped at one and pointed at it. “How would you solve something as complex as this? If you paid attention today it’d come easy, no?” You nodded, but then after you became still. You were completely lost. You were paying attention weren’t you? You thought. Maybe she’d help you. Maybe she’d go over it again for you. “Hm? You were paying attention.. weren’t you?” she spoke into your ear. The words came out slow and seducing. You shivered at her breath, hitting the side of your face.

Her eyes narrowed at you, a sly smirk appearing on her face. “I guess that calls for a punishment, no?” Her breath closer to your ear. Making you gulp and clamp your hands together. For some reason, her being so close to you made you uncontrollably aroused. This was a new feeling. You never thought of your professor this way. Noticing your unwanted arousal, you closed your legs together. “You know, y/n you’re quite the eye sore” her hands began to creep up your shirt. Your breath hitched at the contact of her cold hands on your skin. “Honestly, I’m surprised you aren’t dating.” She giggled at her comment. “I mean, well, anyone who gets to fuck you… would be so lucky.” She spoke into the crook of your neck. Biting it and leaving a small mark.

“M-miss ..” Your own body betrayed you as a soft whimper of her named escaped your lips. She chuckled, her breath against your body sending shivers down your spine. “Hm? What’s wrong. Would you like to finish the lesson?” You could feel the smile creep onto her face. You nodded sheepishly, almost completely submitting to her. She slowly removed her hand from your shirt and back onto the laptop. “Since you weren’t paying attention during my lesson. I’ll make you” she gave your earlobe a soft, gentle kiss after she spoke. Her grip around your waist loosed, dragging her hand up and down your thigh. “Here, this is what we went over today. Tell me if it makes sense.”

You could Barley focus, her touch was intoxicating. You stuttered the entire time while reading the prompt. That being the only thing you managed to get out. Her cold hand on your exposed bare thigh was so distracting. The fingers slowly crept up higher, closer to your heat. “Come on, you’re a smart girl.” She leaned into your neck and gave you a quick kiss. She squeezed your thigh, rougher than she’d wanted. But your reaction was just too cute. The way you bit your lip and closed your legs tighter. “Shall we move on?” her voice was so comforting to hear up close, yet it drove you wild how calmly she was toying with you. You turned back to face her, your eyes glossy, and your lips slightly parted. The way she could tell you were losing yourself into her touch. Your half-hooded eyes staring down at her. She couldn’t help but want to kiss you. Her hand gripped your thigh again, but this time after she let go, she trailed her fingers to your clothed core.

This caused you to close your eyes and whine, hanging your head back a little. She took that opportunity to attack your neck with her teeth and tongue. Her fingers began rubbing circles on your clothed clit. As she snuck her other hand up your shirt again, cupping one of your breast. “You don’t deserve this” she dragged her tongue up to your jawline and kissed it. “But your too fucking cute to resist!” you tried your hardest not to react to her pleasuring words and intimate touches. But it all felt too good. You whined underneath her will, a little upset at yourself for not being able to control it. “Bad girls don’t get rewarded y’know.” She lifted you off her lap, and stood up from her chair. Bending you over on her desk, she pushed her laptop further ahead to give you room. You submitted to her, allowing her to manhandle you.

She lifted your skirt up and pulled your panties down, cooing at the wet spot connected to your pussy. As she pulled them down to your ankles, she rose back up. Trailing kisses up your legs, on your soft skin. You tucked your head into your arms, as if you were sleeping. Trying to keep every noise that wanted to escape, in. Your body arched for her, as she made her way up your legs. Trialing kisses toll she reached your core. She rose and leaned against your body, you could feel her bulge against your bare ass. “If your good, ill fuck you.” She gently caressed your hips, subtly grinding on you. “But ... if your bad, I’ll have to punish you. Okay?” You reluctantly nodded, lifting your head up. Your vision was blurry due to your teary eyes. Her hand was on your back, rubbing circles on you. She looked at you then back to her screen. “So, answer this.” She pointed at a certain problem, she knew you’d understand.

When you answered and got it right, she entered a finger into your soaked arousal. You opened your mouth to moan, but quickly stopped yourself by covering your mouth. Biting your thumb when she started moving. “Come on. There’s still lots more to go.” Her voice was so calm, she knew she had you under her spell. You gulped, and nodded, obeying her every command. She flipped through her plans and stopped on a question, a hard one. Her finger still moving inside you, oh so slow. “Here. Answer this one.” This time, it sounded like she was mocking you, aware of your misfortune. As you stared at the screen, trying your hardest to focus and understand. You physically couldn’t. Not with the way she was fingering you. You felt a knot in your stomach, “Miss, wait...” You covered your face with your hand while the other reached down to hold her wrist. Sensing your climax approaching, she exited your heat. Earning a cute low whine from you.

“You’re driving me crazy y/n” she walked behind you, positioning herself directly to your soaking wet pussy. “Although you don’t deserve an inch of what I’m about to give you” she rubbed your hips, pulling you back onto her slightly. “I’ve been waiting to fuck you for so long.” Her hands lazily ran up your back till they reached your shoulders. “You look so cute like this.” She bit her lip at your weak and submissive body. She angled her tip directly to your entrance. “Miss… wait” you whined out. Reaching back, pushing her away slightly. Her head tilted a bit in confusion, expecting you to continue. “I’ve…. I haven’t” you leaned against her desk more. Biting your lip in embarrassment. “Holy shit, you’re a virgin!” Her voice was high with excitement. Yet she became a bit upset realizing she didn’t know this. She was so in love with you but she never knew you were a virgin.

“That just makes this, so. Much. Better.” Her voice was low, as she continued her sentence, she slowly entered you. Your slick arousal making it easier for her to enter you. You were still really tight. Your jaw hung open as she pushed her entire length into you. Eyes shut tight, gripping her desk with red knuckles. Your head hung low, your body arching on it’s own. Karina thought your reaction was cute. Seeing you so willingly allow this to happen, letting her take your virginity in her classroom. Anyone could walk in, the door wasn’t locked, nor was there a cover in the window of it. “You feel..so good…” her words were shaky. You whine in response, her large limb stretching you out. “It hurts…” You panted, it hurt, feeling her invade you like this. But at the same time, you enjoyed it just a little. The pain slowly turning into pleasure as she stayed inside, allowing you to adjust to her size. “Shhhh your okay.” She slowly pushed her hips forward and back, she groaned from how tight you were. “Shit.. baby” gripping your hips tighter, she started moving faster. You held onto the desk, holding it as hard as you could. Your other hand reached back to hold her arm.

She reached to hold your shoulder, the other hand still on your hip. She couldn’t hold it in anymore. She needed to ruin you. She’s longed for this moment since she laid eyes on you for the first time. She started thrusting into you, as desperate moans and pleas escaped your lips. The feeling was so overwhelming, full of pain and pleasure. Your body rocked back and forth on the table as your mouth hung open. “Fuck, your so tight.” Her pace inside you quickened. Hitting that spot that made your head spin. Her hand on your hip when down to rub circles on your wet clit. Your whines fueled her determination to fuck you senseless. Hearing the way your body reacted to her made her thrust deeper into you, practically fucking your cervix. “Miss, I’m so-“ you didn’t get to finish your sentence. You came uncontrollably all over her shaft. Karina feeling the warm liquid around her groaned. Fucking your through your high, all while chasing hers. She didn’t stop, even after telling how sensitive you were. “I’m so close baby, you feel so good” her body resting on top of yours as she fucked you faster. Her hips slamming against your backside, with an insane amount of force. She moaned in your ear, biting and licking your neck. Her pace on your clit quickened, as so did her hips.

She finally came inside you, your pussy squirting on her hard cock. Your body shuddering as you climaxed again. Her sperm filling you up, so much cake out you could feel your stomach getting tighter with her fluid inside you. As she came, a long groan escaped her lips. Her hot breath on your ear as she whispered praises and kissed you. She lifted you up, and turned you around to face her. Holding you by the waist and pulling you into a heated kiss. She wanted this for so long. To kiss you, to taste you. As much as she wanted to take you again, to hear your pretty sounds again, the bell rang once again. Pulling away from the kiss, she fixed her clothes. “I’ll see you again tomorrow? Make sure to study okay?” she kissed you on your forehead. As you lazily put your skirt back into a presentable position. You walked to the door, limping you heard her voice again, just before reaching the handle.

“Don’t wear anything underneath next time.” Her voice was back to her calm and professional tone. Not looking up at you, she typed on her computer like normal. Your face grew hot, the thought creeping into your mind of what’s to come tomorrow .

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Y this lwk suck haha 😅👅

[thequeenoffishburrito]

I never understood people who consume any and all type of new media. Cuz like for every few good new releases there's always a lot of mediocre releases of anything new, so I dont get people's need to watch new "bad" media instead of rewatching "good" media.

Like sure, just because something's not popular doesn't make it bad. But think about all the netflix original things you know then look and the amount of Netflix original content there is, a lot of which is very mediocre. So why's there's this need to consume mediocre content simply because it's new instead of just watching something that's amazing for the 100th time??

But this can also be my neruodivergent ass not understanding how people dont hyperfixate on one or a few things, or how they don't panic at the thought of starting something new.

i have a brain problem that prevents me from understanding people who need so much specifically newly-released TV shows that they're upset by the prospect of going a few months without new ones being produced

like they could stop making video games and books today and I wouldn't notice until sometime in 2026. honestly if they'd stop making new video games for a while that'd be kinda convenient. everyone take a break and let me catch up. I still haven't even played Persona 5.

[gigantomachylesbian]

My goal for today was to write 2,000 words and I ended up writing 3,000 >:^D! #Kwin