#Cierra Wet

[loquaciousferret]

Little Games

Summary: Agent Peña reaches breaking point after your not-so-subtle teasing around the office, deciding to teach you a lesson you won't be quick to forget.

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Content Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, degradation, name-calling, rough unprotected sex, semi-public sex, orgasm denial, Javi being mean. As always- maybe more! Read at own risk

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Javi pulled me out of my Joel thots today, enjoy this short piece of filth

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“Cut the shit!” Javi’s palm slams into the wall behind your head.

You could see how the man would be terrifyingly intimidating, if this hadn’t been your goal all along.

“What’s wrong, agent?” You gaze back at him innocently with wide eyes, his cock twitching just at the sight.

“Don’t give me that.” He snaps, grabbing your wrist and pinning it against the wall after you had tried to reach out and push his chest back lightly to create space between you.

You blinked. You wouldn’t give in yet.

“Just admit it.” He hisses through gritted teeth, “You may be stupid but not too stupid to know what you’re doing.”

You can barely keep a straight face, it’s practically painful trying to hold back the defiant smirk that wants to creep its way onto your lips.

“I’m sorry Agent, don’t you think I’m doing a good job?” You said, holding on to the pretence a little longer.

“Cut the act.” His tone is menacing. “You know you do a great job, staying late whenever I do, doing my paperwork faster than any of the other agents just so you can come back and see me sooner. Hovering around me in those ridiculously short skirts, driving me crazy. Maybe HR should talk to you like a grown up about professional dress codes.”

“You don’t like how I dress?” You said, playing dumb for him.

“Shut the fuck up.” He gripped your jaw and tilted your face up to him.

“Is this a game to you?”

Involuntarily, your tongue darts out to lick your lips. He can’t bear to look at you any longer and spins you round so you face the wall.

“I’m gonna teach you a lesson.” His hand was roughly separating your thighs, spreading your legs forcefully. “Maybe you’ll learn not to start something if you don’t plan on finishing it.”

You moaned as one of his large hands started to put pressure on your already wet pussy, through your thin underwear. He pushed it aside and thrusted two fingers inside you roughly. You gasped and he hissed at you to “Cierra el Pico.”

Of course he had seen you coming from a mile away that morning, wearing a black pencil skirt that barely grazed your mid thigh, and a white blouse under your blazer that clearly showed the outline of your lace bra. Most of the department were away at an incident, and management had been scheduled in with the President. Being a secretary, you knew everyone’s schedules, and you knew today was the perfect day to take your little game with Agent Peña up a notch. He would already be in a bad mood, frustrated that he had been benched while most of the other agents were out potentially getting into some action today. You used this existing frustration to your advantage and that’s how you ended up here right under his grasp where you had wanted to be all along.

You heard him unbuckling his belt with his free hand and you shuddered with excitement. He removed his fingers from inside you and gripped your panties, pulling them down your legs roughly. You stepped out of them when they hit your ankles and he picked them up, stuffing them into his pocket. You smirked, suspecting that he wouldn’t return them following this encounter.

He pressed on your upper back, folding you more so that your ass stuck out and your chest was pressed to the wall. Your breathing faltered as he slid his erection through your wet folds and lined himself up with your entrance. He pushed into you with no mercy and you whined, unprepared after using his fingers on you for such a short time.

“I thought I told you to shut up.” He sneered.

He immediately set a punishingly harsh pace, pressing you hard into the wall as you held both your hips, guiding you back onto his cock to increase the force of each rough thrust of his cock.

You chewed on your lip to silence your moans of pleasure, there was only one locked door between yourself and Javier and a corridor that could contain government officials at any moment.

“Is this what you thought would happen when you started your little game, huh?” He goaded, continuing to slam into you harshly.

You couldn’t come up with anything clever to say in response, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure he was giving you.

“You can dress up and pretend to be whoever you want but look at you now, huh. Just a whore under all those fancy clothes as soon as someone sticks their cock inside you.”

“Only you, Sir.” You manage to get out, releasing a stifled moan.

He scoffs at that but the intensity of his thrusts somehow increased, as if the idea turned him on even more. If this wasn’t him at his worst then you didn’t think you would be able to handle whatever that would feel like.

He kept one hand on your hip but moved the other round your front to play with your clit, rubbing and applying pressure in circles around the sensitive spot.

“Do you think you deserve to cum?” He challenged.

You nodded, unable to speak for fear of crying out in pleasure.

“Really? After all that teasing? You think I should make you feel good?” He chuckled.

“I think I’d rather leave you frustrated all day, let you play with yourself tonight and wish it was me touching you.”

You whined, “Please, Javi-“

“Listen to yourself,” He taunted, and you could hear his smirk. “Willing to beg for it, you little whore.”

As soon as your orgasm started to build, your legs stiffening and your pussy clenching around him, he removed his fingers from your clit.

You whined at the loss of contact and he laughed and tutted, “This is what happens when you try and involve me in your slutty little games.”

He went quiet then, done taunting you and instead focussed on chasing his own release, slamming his cock into you as deep as it could go, your warm tight cunt getting him closer to his orgasm with every single thrust.

“Gonna fill you with my cum, remind you all day what I did to you.”

You nodded, whining, your pleasure reaching an absolute high.

After a few more thrusts, his pace faltered, and you felt his warm release inside you as he grunted, stilling inside you while he caught his breath.

He pulled out of you and you felt his load trickling down your inner thigh slowly.

“Make yourself presentable.” He ordered as he tucked his cock back inside his jeans and refastened his belt. “And leave me alone, I have more important things to do today than deal with you.”

He unlocked the door and slipped out of the disused file room back into the office. Your mind was already whirring, planning on how you could get him to do this to you again.

[alistonjdrake]

A Woman of No Importance Character Intros: Lady Edelgard

Born 920 W.C to Lord Notker Dimmock and Cierra Dimmock (née de Bellièvre).

As her parents only surviving child and one whose birth was mired in dark truths and midwives sworn to secrecy, Edelgard would go onto be the key to her mother’s downfall, her resurgence, and all that remained of her father‘s stolen legacy. 

Before she was born, she was whispered about. The details of her parents marriage was one that sparked scandal and gossip, as Notker had won his bride but lost a lucrative deal to marry her. Thus, he turned to what he had left, which was the promise that once he successfully married and had children he could lay claim to the lands of his defunct cousins: the Van Bibbrs. 

Edelgard came two years later after many dead siblings and fruitless attempts. As a living daughter, she was her mother’s greatest joy and her father’s disappointment. Immediately, he ignored her, celebrating her survival for a short time before sending her off to his younger brother Tristen to be raised by his family. 

In 921, when her father was being announced Protector of the Realm and her mother was being victimized by Princess Matilde, Edelgard was terrorizing her wet nurses. Though her family was climbing the ranks and her father became rich, early guardians of the girl described her as the seed of a beast instead of noble blood. 

At the age of five, she rejoined her parents at court where her looks quickly drew attention. Notker had not seen his daughter since her first month of life and although he married a foreign bride, he was shocked by just how little his daughter looked like him. Or her mother, for that matter. The insult was so great, that he called his brother and every wet nurse who served under him to answer for why no one had warned him. 

Princess Matilde wasted no time spreading rumors of infidelity and Cierra Dimmock was thrown into the dungeon until further investigation. Edelgard, meanwhile, was sent away from her family once again but this time to the lay sisters of Thiemcild where her blood was drawn and studied night and day for proof that she was not a true child of noble birth. 

Princess Matilde had men tried and found guilty of copulating with Lord Notker’s wife and each was executed with Edelgard present, in hopes seeing her would force the men to confess that she was their child. At the end of the year, Cierra was finally allowed to plead her case. With her, came a priest who argued that Edelgard’s unique physical traits were not proof of infidelity but in fact evidence that she was a holy gift and was of divine blood instead of petty human creation. 

At the end of this, in 926 W.C, the Dimmocks would leave court. 

Edelgard would spend five more years with the Sisters of Thiemcild, this time learning scripture. At the age of thirteen, she was sent away again to spend a year as an anchoress among isolated mountain monks. Before she was set to leave, it was rumored that Edelgard cut her hair down to the scalp and ran away to join a troupe of traveling entertainers. 

in 935 W.C, Edelgard was found by her Uncle Tristen to be masquerading as a maid in a count’s court before he dragged her back, defiant and rowdy, to Dester. 

As Notker had grown older and continued to ignore his daughter's existence, he left space for Tristen to question what was to come of Dester with his older brother’s passing. With his only child once again in his care, Tristen Dimmock wasted no time proposing her hand in marriage to his own son, Gottschalk Dimmock. 

Edelgard wrote to her mother but in 936 W.C, when Cierra was set to visit, Edelgard would once again be nowhere to be found. Even with his lack of fatherly affection, enraged by Tristen’s scheming, Notker called for the help of the High Marshal who was only met by Tristen claiming that Edelgard wholeheartedly consented to the match and was of an age where her word carried weight in the matter. 

Edelgard reappeared in public on the morning of her wedding where she shocked the joining party by erupting in a bout of erratic behavior, proclaiming she had visions of the divine and that it was her greatest misery that she could not marry because her faith demanded she remain chaste. 

Cierra immediately claimed this was perfect cause to take their daughter back but Tristen demanded a final judge to be a priest to see if Edelgard was truly having visions and if this meant the marriage would be rendered null. 

The highest religious authority convened and argued about this for nine days. Nuns watched Edelgard sleep and remained in constant prayer over her, they investigated her maidenhead, she was forbidden food or comfort. 

The judgement finally declared that Edelgard’s sanity was intact but she had clearly been touched by the divine, and as such her promises to faith and her virginity was of utmost importance. 

In 939 W.C, Notker finally gave up on his hopes to have another child and formally announced Edelgard as heir to Dester. She left her family to train with the Holy Order of the Blood Wyrm and when she returned in 943 W.C, shocked everyone by marrying her frail cousin Gottschalk anyway, as long as he promised to abide by the religious ruling that she remain untouched for the rest of her life. 

In 946 W.C, Edelgard is twenty-six years old and Duchess of Dester in her own right after the death of her father. No longer prone to running away of disappearing, Edelgard was dived head first into maintaining her lands and being her mother’s only caretaker and friend. 

tagging:  @tragicbackstoryenjoyer @careful-pyromancer​ (pls do ask if you’d like to be added)

[newhectorroso49]

I love it when I take off your underwear and pull on it, you close your legs, to feel how it slides between your lips and notice that it pulls on them, the garment comes out wet and I bring it to my nose, it smells like you, I stretch the fabric and I run my tongue over it.

me encanta cuando te quito la ropa interior y tiro de ella, tu cierras las piernas, para sentir como se desliza entre tus labios y notar que tira de ellos, la prenda sale húmeda y me la acerco a mi nariz, huele a ti, estiro la tela y paso mi lengua por ella.

[livv-baby]

{ CIERRA RAMIREZ, 20, CISGENDER FEMALE, SHE/HER } Is that OLIVIA WALTON ? A JUNIOR originally from MANHATTAN, NY, they decided to come to Ogden College to study BUSINESS. They’re THE NEPO BABY on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance. 

“`「  CHARACTER BASICS  」”`

>**NAME:** olivia carlota walton gomez >**NICKNAMES:** family allowed: oli, carly friends allowed: liv acquaintances: olivia > **GENDER:** cisgender female > **PRONOUNS:** she/her > **AGE:** 20 > **STAR SIGN:** libra > **BIRTHPLACE:** manhattan, new york > **RESIDENCE:** new hampshire > **HOBBIES:** shopping, traveling, dancing, reading business books > **SEXUALITY:** straight to the public, privately bisexual

“`「  PERSONALITY  」 ”`

> **( + ) TRAITS** charming, bold, sophisticated > **( - ) TRAITS** materialistic, tactless, fickle > **MORAL ALIGNMENT:** chaotic neutral > **LIKES:** any mexican home cooked meal by her mom, perfect fitting bras, neutral colors, the smell of rain, sky line views, silence, music with experimental beats, second day hair, getting her nails done, sweet smelling burning candles, low lightning... > **DISLIKES:** rowdiness, people that do not know how to handle utensils, things that don't align perfectly, people using or touching her stuff, people touching her hair, PDA, complaints, the rain, loosing an earring, her feet getting wet...

“` 「  PHYSICAL  」”` 

> **HEIGHT:** 5ft > **BUILD:** curvy, fit. > **ATHLETICISM:** keeps active by doing pilates and yoga > **HAIR:** always done, smells like roses > **EYES:** dark brown > **IDENTIFYING MARKS:** none > **STYLE:** sleek, minimalistic, neutral colors, pop of color here and there, expensive > **TATTOOS:** none

“` 「  MISCELLANEOUS  」”`

> **CHARACTER INSPO:** veronica lodge (riverdale), shiv roy (succession), gretchen weiners (mean girls), monet de haan (gossip girl), santana lopez (glee), gabrielle solis (desperate houswives) > **THEME SONG:** oh no! - marina & the diamonds > **MOTIVATIONS:** elevating the family business, keeping her wealth by working for it, making her mother happy and proud > **CURRENT GOAL:** graduate college with perfect marks > **LIFE GOAL:** successful succession of the family business to her, land a spot on Fortune's list for "most successful business women" > **BEST QUALITY:** loyal > **WORST QUALITY:** selfish > **FEARS:** failure, not being able to prove her father that she's worthy > **HIDDEN TALENTS:** she can singgggg. > **SECRET:** come and find out.

all i ever wanted was the world...

Nepo babies are hot commodities; everyone loves to know them, hang out with them, but everyone agrees they might be some of the worst people to be around. Olivia's mother struggled all through her childhood and up until the moment she met her now husband. Mr. Walton came from a long line of business people and he had made a name for himself when he started rebuilding hotels and turning them into luxurious places for those who could afford it. Mr. Walton adored his wife, treated her almost as an equal business partner, something basically unheard in the circle of people they rubbed elbows with. This often made people look at him differently but this was of no concern to him. He had basically rescued her from the misery she lived in; coming from Mexico in order to live a better life is the American dream everyone talks about, but the reality of achieving that dream was basically impossible. Mr. Walton understood and thus, when Olivia was born, her parents made sure the little girl would never know any hardship. Though her parents were always present, there were times where they had to leave for business. Baby Olivia spent time with her au pair, having fun in the many hotels her family owned, meeting many people along the way. It wasn't long before she was grown and was popular in the inner circle of Manhattan's elite. Everyone knew her, but she barely knew anybody. This was her choice -- getting close to people only served the purpose of furthering whatever was important to her at the moment. She had tried modeling, singing and dancing, but nothing really stuck. Her friends were "connections", and she only cared about her family. She had everything she needed with them, why look for anything else outside of them?

Graduated from high school with excellent grades, though not by her own merit. If there's one thing in life that Olivia had learned, is why do the work someone else can do for her. As college approached she had decided to pursue Business to be able to have a part in the family business and finally do things right. After the almost-scandal of her parents losing everything for playing dirty, she figured if she were to keep the money coming and their name clean, she had to step in and make a chance. She felt relief it wasn't something of general knowledge to the public, and it wasn't something she'd be disclosing to anyone, ever. What she chose to ignore was her father's resistance to the succession. But how could it be? Her mother was almost an equal partner. Almost. So she had to prove herself. But who has time to study for tests when there's so much going on? So many new people to know? Old habits die hard.

[the-void-writes]

Find the Word

Thanks so much @adie-dee for the tag! I’ll tag @jess-p-edits @bloodlessheirbyjacques @magefaery @muddshadow if they’d like. Your words are plant, garden, rose, and dirt.

SUGAR:

Taking the Shapiro children to a sleepover was like walking a litter of sugar-fueled pitbulls. Every time Jason turned his head, one of the siblings was either sprinting down the sidewalk or sniffing each individual flower. Even Maddie wriggled in his arms and babbled to herself with delight as cars passed by. The children had more energy than Jason was used to, but the joy on their faces was worth every second. It was especially nice to see Will walking peacefully, without looking over his shoulder for another attack.

BREAD:

Everyone relaxed and cheered a little, making Sophie smile. No one had ever thrown her a party before. Her new friends talked, joked, and laughed at the table as Joe provided them food. Sophie had never seen so much food before. Thick, warm bread piled like stone, glasses with drinks that sparkled in the starlight, and steaming bowls full of every savory spice imaginable. The first bite seemed to lift a huge weight from Sophie’s body, and she couldn’t stop herself from tearing into a whole loaf of bread. With wide eyes, she sat up straighter.

“I’m so sorry.”

Josephine brushed her hair. “Pobrecita, you’re starving. Eat as much as you like.”

“But it’s not proper—”

Pedra suddenly reached across the table, grabbed a whole leg of chicken, and dug into it with her teeth. Juice flew to the side as she pulled away with a content smile. Sophie watched her in stunned silence, and Pedra winked.

“None of us are proper, honey. Don’t worry about it.”

Sophie smiled and reached for some more food.

TEA/COFFEE:

The party became a fiasco within seconds. Avery challenged Cierra to build something out of a whole coffee table, while her fellow engineers gave her random party supplies to add to her creation. The interns lounged around in the break room, whining about mothers who embarrassed them by being too protective. Somewhere in the middle of the chaos, the scientists got their hands on one of Julie’s new weapons, resulting in a hole in the laboratory wall. For a place created to protect children, the amount of reckless employees was aggravating.

SNACK:

“Anytime,” Lydia said. “I’ll bring the party up to you. Try to eat something. You look like a popsicle stick.”

He rolled his eyes, but snacked on some crackers anyway. Whoever had come over was taking their time downstairs. Will picked at his soup, watched some shows, and dozed off a few times until his door finally opened again. Mary walked in, watching him with distressed eyes. Will tried to sit up, but she stopped him.

“Mom, what’s wrong? Were they soldiers?”

His sisters entered the room with similar expressions, and someone walked in behind them… That’s when Will’s heart dropped to his stomach.

“Hello, William,” Isaiah said.

Will backed up against his headboard, trembling like a wet dog on a winter morning. His thoughts were running at a mile a minute. What the hell is he doing here? He’s violating the restraining order.

Mary settled him back down. “Relax, please. We’ll explain everything.”

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Unsure if I've ever posted this on Tumblr from Wattpad, but in case not (because it wasn't on my masterlist) here it is.

Questions Answered #1

Q: CaliGoddess asked in Innocence, who got up first, Jaliyah or Ms. Mae? 😭

A: Jaliyah.

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Jaliyah rubbed at her wet and ruined face, exhaling to release the animal of depravity that had possessed her body. Her fingers were still slick and slimy with Mae's fluids. Mae was disoriented.

"Woo chile," Mae blew out, rocking a bit and holding her head. "I did not expect to get into this when I left the house ta-day." She blew out shaking her head to collect herself. "Chile, Chile, chile.. I tell you."

"Mae, you don't look too good," Jaliyah frowned climbing to a squat. They both looked a mess. "Come on let's go to this bathroom and clean up." Jaliyah assisted Mae slowly to her feet, holding onto her until she steadied herself.

"Lawd, I got sea legs," Mae laughed, "I ain't been fucked like that since freaknik--uh, em.. you too young for that baby."

"I don't wanna hear nothing bout no young, Mae.. after the shit we just did here...," Jaliyah whispered, "Bitch we equals.. we peers."

Mae sighed, finally able to leave the changing room, her clothes fixed onto herself. "You right baby.. you right about that.. whew.. I'm still hot. Feel my neck."

×

Q. sabr00541 asked what happened in Desperation when Erik powered up? 👀

A. Exactly what you think lmbo

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Beads of sweat formed on Erik's raised skin sliding from his body and his brow as he pounded into to Y/N repeatedly, hard and fast yet rhythmic pumping.. just like his heartbeat. His body was giving what it had and his erratic emotions were fueling him to push further. His hand swiped over his face before switching off to hold down her neck, the other hand gripping her waist.

"Fuck," he whispered, his eyes squeezing shut. He moved in silence with just Y/N sounds and the sounds their bodies made along with the bed.

Beneath him, Y/N was whimpering into the sheet. He wanted to talk. He wanted her to talk, but everytime he tried, his voice box was too constricted. All he could do was curse like her, only she couldn't even do that anymore. A deep primal growl escaped him as he moved the hand on her neck to fist her thick and kinky hair in his hand. He wanted more. He needed it all. He needed to be as deep as could get and he wanted to hear her scream. He pulled out and flipped her over.

"Open your eyes and look at me.. I said open your eyes," he commanded watching her dark almond eyes pop open, her face screwed into an extreme pout. She whined squeeling when he slid back into her easily, gliding in your glazed oven. She herself was overwhelmed but her pussy was so soft, so warm and snug.. it was like his dick had found a home and through it.. so had his heart.

"Fuck," he whispered pulling back and driving himself in building that deadly friction. Only when he was close to death had he ever felt so alive. "Gotdamn," he heaved ceasing to breathe. "Oh shit."

Almost as well as Jaliyah and Cierra, she was taking the dick which was ridiculous considering her lack of experience. It was amazing.

"This pussy is a miracle," he muttered wiping his brow. Imagine how the sex could be with proper training.. when she could take it and throw it back. When she could last and be more active in the sex. He almost nutted off of imagination. He pulled out watching his dick twitch laying on her stomach covered in her thick cream. "Hey.. Open your eyes.. suck your pussy off my dick," he said moving it up toward her mouth. She was so slow.

"Open." He slid in when her lips parted watching her suck her own mess and clean it up.

"Spit it my my mouth," he whispered causing her eyes to open focus. She'd heard him right. He gripped her chin and her tongue popped out drooling so could catch it and spit it right back. "Swallow," he directed watching as she obeyed and opened her mouth to show she had.

"Good girl.." He needed a minute. He moved to her breasts, caressing and squeezing, popping her nipples into his mouth one at a time as she rubbed the back of his head gently massaging. It gave him the time to replenish a few pumps worth of energy. He wanted badly to be back inside.

This has been a Q&A! Thank you.

[indigoair]

Playing Riviera: The Promised Land again and because I am all about fairness & equality, I started thinking - what if the rest of the characters got an extra Lv.3 Over Skill like Fia and Ein have. What items would they be for, etc. So here are my creations.

Lina - Battle Pixies

Instead of having an individual exp bar, the Battle Pixies come with this Over Skill enabled if the Mana Wisp has been found in all chapters.

Shining Etherion: The battle pixies and the 4 other characters stand in a circle around Lina, then they all turn into colored lights and shoot up into the sky, crashing down on the enemies in colorful explosions, two of each element.

Serene - Mrs. Bat

Going an extra step for this one and using an item that doesn't exist :P If you catch all 3 bats and discard them with at least 1 use remaining, Mrs. Bat will swoop down on you on the first screen of Gate To Hell in Mireno Cemetary, giving you a button sequence event to catch her like all the others. Her number of uses will be the combined remaining uses of the other bats, with 5 needed to mster the over skill.

Blood Moon: A cloud of bats including Mrs. Bat (a large one with red eyes) hit all enemies numerous times, absorbing HP.

Cierra - Wet Book

I was going to say Witch's Broom cuz I forgot she already had an Over Skill with that, but the idea of this really suits her personality XD Like Fia's Banishment, this takes 15 uses to learn the skill.

Magic Storm

By trying to read the smudged ink and randomly yelling out syllables from a bunch of different spells, Cierra summons a wild storm of magic that completely destroys the book. Hits with every element, has a chance to cause any status effect, and heals a small amount of HP to all party members.

[rockinnews]

The Riff Truckers publican "Walk", single adelanto del álbum "Mustang"

Fecha de Presentación:18 de febrero en la Sala El Mendigo de Barakaldo

Entradas Aquí

Mustang es el cuarto disco de estudio de The Riff Truckers, un trabajo de 6 canciones grabadas en formato analógico en los estudios de Garate, Andoain (Gipuzkoa), con la inestimable ayuda de Martxel Arkazaro. Un viaje de seis paradas, cada una de ellas con la colaboración, a la guitarra solista, de varios amigos de carretera que se han prestado a colaborar para hacer realidad este nuevo disco de los Truckers.

Así podemos encontrarnos a Aitor Zorrikieta "Malamute" (Mississippi Queen & The Wet Dogs) en Walk, tema que abre el disco y single que acompaña esta publicación. Un tema ácido que navega entre diversos estilos y deja claro desde el principio que los Truckers no se atan a un palo en concreto, sino que se atreven a plasmar en su música todo lo que escuchan en su día a día. Kay es el segundo corte de este Mustang, con Alex García (The Van) a la guitarra. Un tema que desde el primer acorde te cambia el caballo salvaje por las cuatro ruedas del clásico americano, viajando por carreteras secundarias y llevándote, sin querer, hacia los brazos del abuelo Bruce. El tema más largo del disco, pero que al dejarte inundar por su sonoridad, hace que el tiempo se escurra entre tus dedos y desees que no termine jamás.

Ride Or die es el siguiente corte y Aitor Lacalle "Laka" (Memoria de Pez) es el encargado de hacerte despertar del letargo. Un tema contundente y directo a la frente, hard rock al puro estilo Danko Jones con un mensaje directo, despierta, la vida te está esperando ahí afuera y solo tú puedes pilotarla. Involution vuelta a las décadas doradas otra vez de la mano de Alex García. Un tema que camina entre atmósferas, por momentos pegajosas y que invita a luchar contra nuestros miedos, a luchar contra nuestros fantasmas. Born in the Sand es un puñetazo al pecho, un terremoto stoner sin fisuras en el que la banda cuenta con Edorta Apraiz (Tooth) a la guitarra. Otra frontera que la banda cruza con la confianza de saber bien "dónde se mete". Criminal tema que cierra el disco y el único que la banda toca como cuarteto, sin ninguna colaboración. Este tema es sanación, energía In crescendo que no puedes reprimir, llegando a un punto en el que necesitas explotar y liberarla para poder recuperar el control. Eso es Criminal.

[peculiarpatches]

𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀'𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒  (𝗃𝗂𝗆 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋)

This imagine as one may guess, is based off of this song. 

This story includes oral, (female giving, female receiving, man giving and receiving) and a bunch of dirty talk. Also, prostitution but it’s only hinted at, it’s not actually written   out in full detail but it’s still there. I’m not sure what else to tag this as. Feedback is appreciated. I might also write a before, as well, depending if people like this one or not. 

Enjoy. x

- cierra. 

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  Jim was leaned up against a wall made of bricks, a cigarette (like always) hung in between his lips, a cloud of grey hugging his body at each puff he exhaled from the end of his cancer stick.  The smoke hung in the air, shifting like ghosts in the breeze.   He took another deep breath, inhaling the poison within his system before puffing out the product, mouth slowly open as it slips past his mouth.    "You know, smoking is a huge turn off for a lot of women, right?"  A grin builds across his face, though he doesn't turn to the person the voice belongs to. Doesn't have to. He already knows who it is. "Doesn't seem to be a turn off for you, though." He said in a casual manner, a shrug of his shoulders as he dropped the cigarette down on the pavement below him and ended the last remaining light with a bit of pressure to his boot. 

He then turns, the smile on his face only growing bigger as he looks over at the woman who may or may not have captured his heart.   (Y/N) (L/N).   "Absolutely not." She laughed softly before making her way over to him, her manicured fingers finding their way to his work uniform, instantly unbuttoning the top of his collar and down until a small patch of chest hair is exposed. Jim shivers at the sudden exposure, the cold Indiana air hitting his skin and he sucks in on his bottom lip.   She smiles at his reaction, the look of seduction easy to spot on her facial features. 

 "Oh, Jim..." She purrs, her tongue darting out of her mouth  as she wets her lips. She turns her head, eyes meeting with his as the smirk blossoms across her face.  "Isn't this what got me in trouble that night ago? Whoring myself out? That's what you said, isn't it? A pretty young lady like me shouldn't be on the streets, selling her body for money. But when it's you, I'm giving myself to.... it's fine, no?"  Jim shook his head, rolling his eyes as he scoffs. "How many times do I need to say I'm sorry for that, darling?" He questions.  "Besides," He continued, his hands running down to grip her ass from behind, fingernails digging into the all too small skirt she had wrapped around her lower body. 

"I only said it because I was upset... You were off, fooling with other men instead of fooling off with me." He said in a matter of fact tone. (Y/N)'s cheeks heat up and Jim chuckles deeply, knowing how easily frustrated she gets when he talks dirty to her.  "Doesn't matter." (Y/N) replied with a soft hum. 

"I'm your slut, right, Daddy?"  His breath hitches in his throat and he hides back a moan as he nods, almost weakly.  "That's right, baby girl. You're all mine and nobody else's." He growls, hand slipping in between her skirt  as his fingers come within contact of her bottom, (Y/N)'s own breath hitching as she flutters her eyelids shut at the sensation; at his touch.

 "Jim, please." She whines, nearly melting into him.  "Fuck me. Fuck me like that day you found me in the alley."  "Oh? You mean the alley we're in right now?" He asked.  "Is this why you called me? This was your emergency, huh? Naughty whore you are, (Y/N)... You wanted me to pound that pretty pussy of yours, right here in the open? For all of Hawkins to see? You're such a minx." He laughed as he pushes her against the wall, earning a squeak in reply from his beautiful girl.   

"Tell me how you want me, baby. And Daddy'll be more than happy to give you what you want." Her eyes were still fluttered shut but her mouth was open, tongue and throat on full display. Jim didn't need to ask any question he already knew the answer to. "On your knees then."    Nodding rapidly, (Y/N) falls to her knees, eyes finally popping open when she hears Jim unzipping his pants.  She, like he had done earlier, bites back a moan.   "Such a good cock slut..." He says in 'awe'.    "Always. Only for you."  "That's right. Only for me." He echoes her words before pressing the tip of his cock at the base of her tongue before fully sliding his cock down her throat with no issue at all.   Before, she had gagged at just the  tip, eyes pooled with water as  she choked as he tried to fuck her throat.   Now, having have done this for a few times, (Y/N) was a lot better at controlling her gag reflex and she didn't choke nearly as much as she did when she had first given him a blowjob.

   "Fuck...." He grunts, feeling the warmth of her mouth wrap around his cock. Her mouth was like Heaven. Expect, what they were doing was going to send them to Hell. They were far from being angels, far from entering the gates of Heaven.   Her tongue glides up and down his shaft, her hand reaching up to stroke his genitals as she bobs her head up and down, saliva starting to spill past her mouth, running down her chin. It was a beautiful sight.    "Such a good girl. You love feeling that cock down your throat, don't you, baby?"  All she could do was nod as Jim pushed his cock further down her mouth.  (Y/N) gagged a little and the tears were starting to form in the corner of her eyes but she, like she always did, took it like the good girl she was.   Her mouth was warm and wet and he could feel the familiar heat start to build  as she fucked his cock with her mouth.  "Easy, you'll make me cum. And I want to cum inside you." He groaned as he gripped her head, fingers curling around her hair as he pushes her off. Jutting out her bottom lip in a pout, she huffs, "I was enjoying myself."  "As was I. However, I want a taste of you on my tongue. So, be a dear and open those legs up for me." Giggling, (Y/N) spreads her legs apart and Jim couldn't hold the moan this time.  She was clean shaven and she was already slick with arousal. Oh, did he mention, (Y/N) wasn't wearing anything underneath, either? That's a very important detail.  "Take a picture, it'll last longer." She joked.  "Already got plenty of Polaroid pictures, darling. Jerk myself to photos of you every night," He announced, shooting her a wink before he sunk to his knees. Bending forward, he captures her clit with his tongue, causing  an excited squeal to slip past (Y/N)'s lips as she mewls out his name. "Oh, Jim..."  He  flicks her bud a few times before he moves his head further  down to wrap his lips around it - he sucks softly, just the way he knows that she loves.  Above him, he hears a soft thud. 

  He's quick to pull away, worried he had done something or she had somehow hurt herself. Instead, he finds (Y/N) with a complete blissed out look on her face; bottom lip dragged between her teeth, head thrown back, eyes closed shut. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop, Hopper."  "Look at me. Open your eyes and say that." Naturally, (Y/N) does as she is told. She repeats her sentence, this time  in a frustrated tone.  "Good girl." Like before, he falls back down and buries his face in between her thighs.   "Hopper... Jim... Daddy, I'm close." She announces in a breathy tone.  Jim said nothing, only continued his actions. He  wanted nothing more than to make her legs wither and shake. Make  her voice tremble as she moaned out his name and only his name. Jim wanted to be the only man to pleasure her. He wanted her, not just for sexual favors but wanted her as a person. Wanted her to be his. "Daddy, daddy, yes, yes, oh fuck, right there, I'm coming!"  As she yells these words, his tongue darts back down to (Y/N)'s clit again. He had been literally fucking her cunt with his tongue for more than a few minutes now: Simply,  sliding the edge of his tongue back and forth, tasting what he guessed was the aftermath of her orgasm.  His jaw was beginning to ache, as were his knees in this position,  but he didn't care. He was too focused on pleasing her; making her happy. (And horny.) Jim pulls away, his chin coated with her juices. (Not that he was complaining.)   She looked completely out of it. Her face appeared flush, her chest rose up and down at a rapid rate as she tried to bring her breathing back to a normal rate.   Her pupils were wide and blown, as if she had just got done drinking and the liquor was starting to hit. Jim could use a drink right now, if he was being honest.  "I want more." She said.  "Huh?" "I know you're old but.... can't be that old to go deaf, can you? I said, I want more. I want you, Jim. Please.... As much as I love your cock in my throat and your mouth on my pussy, I want your cock in my pussy."  "I don't know, sweetheart...."  "Please? Please, Daddy? I've been a good girl, haven't I? I'm clean, too, promise. I'll even show you my results if need to be. I want you. I want you deep in me. Wanna feel you even when you're pulling out. Want to feel you tomorrow and the day after. Want to feel you deep inside me, inside my stomach. Want to see that cock in my belly, bulging out. God only knows it will. Give it to me, Jim. Please...." "Not here." He said finally. "You deserve a place somewhere warm and comfortable." "So.... your car?" (Y/N) asks with a laugh. Jim shakes his head. "No, I can take you back to my place. I want to take you back to my place." He confesses.  "Oh." She says, surprised. "I'd love that."  "Me, too." "Well, let's get going then! I want you and I want you bad." *~*  As soon as the car is pulled up to his cabin, and as soon as they step out of his vehicle,  their hands are both all over each other as well as their lips within only a few seconds. "Can't tell you how badly I've wanted this." (Y/N) announces.  "Fuck.... me, too, baby." Jim agrees. He fishes for his  keys out of the back of his pocket before shoving them in the front door once he finds them.  Twisting it to the side, he unlocks it with ease before he's bending forward and lifting (Y/N) in his arms, carrying her inside.  He shuts the door behind him with his foot and carries her over to the couch. As soon as she is on the cushions, she's undressing herself. No time to kill, so it would seem. Jim is quick to follow, kicking his pants aside and slipping out of his shirt and jacket.  "Give it to me, Jim Hopper. Been thinking about this ever since the night I first met you."  "Is that so?" He asks, eyebrow raised and a smirk across his face as she confesses that sentence.  He walks over to the couch, cock on full display and as hard as a rock.  He hovers above her, lying her legs on the opposite end as he slowly teases her entrance with the tip of his cock.  

"Just fuck me!" She screams in agony. If someone were to have been walking in the woods, they would’ve assumed someone was screaming bloody murder. In reality, it was just a woman, begging to be fucked like there was no tomorrow. 

  "Fuck me," She begs again. "Hopper, please-" "As you wish." He whispers, cutting her off  as he slides in between her folds, a gasp leaving his lips at the tightness that surrounds him. "Oh, (Y/N).... you're so tight." He groans as he rocks back and forth,  pushing his cock further in her walls, slowly but surely, pushing every inch of him inside her. "Daddy, fuck...."  "I can stop-" "No, please, no.... Go. It's okay. I'm a good girl, right? Go on. Fuck me. I can handle it. I can handle a little pain.."   (Y/N)'s voice is as quiet as a church mouse. Her eyes, like earlier, are drifting close, half open, half closed. Her nipples are hard too, Jim notices, therefore he pinches her nub with his index finger and thumb, earning a whine to slip past her lips. 

"That's right. You're right. I know how much you love the pain," He grunts. "Maybe, next time, I can put my cuffs on you and fuck you in the back of my police car. Wanted to fuck you in the backseat of it when I arrested you that night." He admitted. "You should've but that night ended good, regardless." She said, biting her lower lip as his fingers continue to pinch, pull and tug on her nipples.  "Who would've guessed that night would lead up to all these  secret little rendezvouses?" She asked with a giggle before the giggle is quick to be replaced by a high pitched moan, Jim hitting a certain spot — that special spot.  "Oh, I'm going-" "Me, too." "Want to do it together?" She asks, breathless, her walls tightening around him as her legs wrap around his waist as she begins to thrust down against his cock, ready to feel him explode within her, as she will with him.  "Yes, fuck, yes baby girl." The two are silent for a moment as they rock out their highs together then- "Jim- fuck, Jim, I love you, oh fuck..." (Y/N) throws her head back as she climaxes with her mouth dropped open and body nearly levitating off of the couch. (She had never had an orgasm that good before where she felt like she was floating.)  "I love you, too, (Y/N).. Fuck- I'm coming." Jim groans before he's coming inside, exploding deep within her walls. With a hiss, he pulls out and falls back by the end of her feet, trying to attempt to catch his breath.  "Was that okay?" He asked, breathing heavy.  "More than okay." (Y/N) whispered back. "Jim?"  "Yes, baby?" He asks, looking over at her with a look of confusion on his face. "Was it the heat of the moment or did you mean it?" She asked, sitting up as slowly as she can. (She was right.... even when he wasn't inside her, she could feel the phantom feeling of his cock deep within her still.)  "What? I love you? Me, saying that?" He laughed softly as he crawled back above her, pressing a kiss - their first one - to her lips. "I meant it. I wouldn't have said it if I didn't."  "I love you, too." "And don't worry, I know.... it's scary. Love, that is..... but don't worry. Nothing's going to hurt you, baby. As long as you're with me, you'll be just fine." (Y/N) grinned from ear to ear before placing her hand back behind his head and crashing their lips together again.  One kiss became two which became three and so on and so on. 

[brandyllyn]

War makes thieves, and peace hangs them (pt6)

Told from POV of Triple Frontier characters and while it’s an OFC she is never described. Her “name” is a radio handle. 

Chapter 6: The op goes as well as anyone could expect. Will and Wildcat find themselves in a compromising position.

(Will Miller x [not really] Reader)

Other chapters... My Masterlist

Word count: 1400. Read it on AO3.

Rating: R (Explicit) explicit language.

Will was ready to punch someone.

But to do that they would have to stop running and that was a really bad fucking idea.

It had all been going great. He’d heard the 'Go'. Moved himself to the extraction point. Wildcat had calculated a low probability she’d be coming in hot but it wasn’t zero and he was prepared to cover her if need be. But she’d appeared at the second floor window with barely a whisper of noise. Dropping to the ground in front of him with a quiet thunk.

"Any problems?"

She shakes her head with a grin. "Easy like Sunday morning."

-Catfish, You’re a go.-

Will tilts his head and glances up the street. Santi had eyes on them but there was no way he could know Wildcat had the package. She smiles at him and taps just below her ear. Oh yeah, she had her own comm line.

-Uh, guys. I’ve got a problem.-

Will freezes, hand on Wildcat’s arm. She raises an eyebrow but he motions at his headset. He reaches under his jacket, checking his side piece, listening on the comms to Santi and Frankie.

-Catfish, what’s your twenty?-

-I’ve, uh… fuck.- Will can hear someone yelling in the background of Frankie’s call.

-Catfish talk to me.-

-I’m either gonna have to run this guy over or I’m out. Fuck.-

A pause from Santi and Will would bet everything he has the man is cursing up a storm in his little nest across the street. Finally his voice cracks across the radio. -Do not engage. Ironhead do you copy that traffic?-

Will looks at Wildcat. She’s tense at his side, eyes on his face. -I copy the traffic Pope. Proceeding to Foxtrot Echo.-

"Fuck," she mutters and he snorts.

"Yeah."

"No," she motions with her chin. Their first mark, the one she had lifted the keys from, was coming back early.

"Pope you seeing this?" she asks the air.

He can’t hear the reply but she turns suddenly, looking back up at the house. He hesitates before looking, but the sound of shouting forces him to raise his eyes to the window. There’s someone hanging out of it, shouting down at them.

"We need to move," he urges, grabbing her arm and pulling her into the street. She jerks away from him.

"No, this way," she motions him toward the front of the house.

"That’s right the fuck into the middle of-"

She holds up the keys, "I have to get these back on him. Now come on."

He tails her as she darts down the street. Not quite running. He can hear people shouting behind them. They are heading right for four men, all of them armed, stretched across the entire walkway.

"You ready?" She asks.

"No."

He thinks he hears her laugh and then she does run, shoulder checking their mark before taking off full tilt - very obviously holding the man’s Rolex. Will is right behind her, grabbing the man by the shoulder and spinning him into his guards.

More shouting. From the house and the guards. He can hear Santi on the radio but he doesn’t have time to respond.

-What the FUCK are you two doing?-

"Staying alive," he hears Wildcat call before she flinches, hand going to her ear. "Fuck, I’m out of range."

A bullet pings off the building next to him and he shouts at Wildcat and she turns immediately. He follows her into the narrow alley.

"Is this better?" He asks incredulously. He can see the alley dead ending ahead of them but just before it she skids to a stop and jumps, hooking her hand over the wall and pulling herself up until she has her knee hooked, then reaching a hand down to him. He takes it without thinking, using the leverage to pull himself up. Another shot just under his foot. Another and he sees a puff of dust next to her head.

"Go," he shouts as soon as he’s up but she’s already moving, tossing the watch to the side as she goes.

The alley opens up ahead of them, branching out in several directions. He clocks each one, trying to figure out which one is their best bet. She makes the decision for them, pulling him to the left and then inside a small storage shed.

"Shirt, off."

He freezes for a moment but she’s already got her shirt and bra off, jerking her feet out of her shoes and dropping her hands to her belt.

"Shirt," she says it with more force this time and he complies, pulling it over his head. She’s got the beanie off, combing fingers through her hair. She’s naked and he’s only just cluing in to what’s going on. He can hear the narcos outside and kicks their clothes and guns into a pile, dropping his shirt over it. She points at a table and he hops up, pulling her next to him. She’s got his pants undone, pushes them down and she straddles his hips just as the door flies open.

She’s straddled him backwards, his cock pressed up between her thighs. He can’t see the men in the doorway but can imagine their view. He thrusts up, knowing that he’s making her breasts bounce. There is no man on earth who would willingly take his eyes off that sight.

"A menos que tengas dinero cierra la fucking puerta." Not for the first time Will wish he spoke better Spanish. Something about money and the door? Whatever she says it makes the men shout.

"Cierra la boca puta." Puta was bitch. Or whore maybe? Whichever it is it’s not said nicely. He groans loudly, pushing up against her harder.

Fuck she’s wet. Had been the moment his cock touched her. Did she get off on this shit? On being chased? Whatever the reason his body was responding to hers whether he wanted it to or not. She’s got a nice ass, he notes in as detached a way as he can.

The narcos say one last thing, and then the door shuts. He stops moving immediately and they wait for the footsteps to recede before she turns to look at him over her shoulder. Whatever she was going to say is cut off by the door flying open again and he immediately rocks his hips up again - hearing her over the top moan in response.

"What the fuck?"

Shit.

"Hey Pope," she says, swinging her leg off of him. Will sits up, reaching down to cover his erection with his hands, pulling his underwear up quickly.

"Hey Pope," he says as casually as possible. Where is his fucking shirt?

"Care to explain?" Will has never heard Santi’s voice sound so hard. Next to him, he sees Wildcat roll her eyes, pulling on her pants. She doesn’t seem bothered by her nudity. Honestly, he didn’t really expect her to be.

"We were, uh, hiding out," Will offers, zipping his pants and scanning the floor for his shirt.

"Looks like you were playing hide the sausage."

"Oh for fuck’s sake Pope," Wildcat snaps, pulling her bra on and shimmying her breasts into place. At least, that’s what it looks like she’s doing. Will clocks the look in Santi’s eyes.

Ah shit. That is not the look of a Commander pissed at his team. That’s the look of a man pissed at a woman. And a man. Namely him.

Will holds his hands up. "Seriously man, it was just a tactic. A distraction."

"Don’t bother," Wildcat says, leaning against the table to pull on her boots. "He’s got something up his ass and he’s not going to be happy until he’s yelled at one of us."

"Know me so well do you?" Santi asks her.

"Oh, hey, what’s up guys?"

Of course Benny would show up right now. Of course he would. Finally finding his shirt Will yanks it over his head and scoops his jacket and sidearm off the floor. "Not a fucking word," he says to his brother, pointing for good measure.

"I wasn’t gonna-" Benny starts but a snort from Wildcat stops him. "Ok, maybe I was gonna."

"I’ve got the recon," Wildcat interjects casually.

"Not that it does us any fucking good," Pope snarls. "You were made. Word will get back to Lorea. Your recon is useless."

Will winces. But Wildcat is still smiling. "They don’t know what I went in for."

"What else could you have been there for?" Pope snaps.

Wildcat shrugs and digs a hand into her pocket, pulling out a handful of sparkly, clear stones. "Oh, I don’t know. About fifty grand in diamonds?"

Pt7

[twinklecheeks]

Friends With Benefits (Jeff Wittek Imagine) Part 6

Summary: Jeff and Y/N have been hooking up for a while. The whole vlog squad assumes they’re dating and Y/N does too but Jeff doesn’t like labels. He eventually starts to express interest in Natalie.

Note: Planning on making this a multiple part series, depending on how good it does.  You’re 21 & Latina in this (maybe) series. Also, I’d like to apologize for the typos, if there are any. I’m just illiterate lmao.  

-I’d also like to say that I am SO sorry about not updating the series in 8 months. I started writing this the week school started last semester. I attempted to do it during Thanksgiving & Christmas break but I didn’t have the energy to do it. I know that we’re all struggling in quarantine and going through withdrawal because David has only 1 video in almost 2 months. I’m going to *TRY* to update this 2 times a week.

Warnings! Pregnancy, smut, nsfw, 18+

Don't read this if you don't like smut

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Word Count: 1.5k

You and David have practically been dating soon after the gender reveal and finally made it official but you don’t plan to announce it on social media anytime soon. He’s been helping you a lot. Since you’ve found out you were having twin girls, you went straight to planning on how the nursery would look like. Everytime David comes over, he brings stuff like baby toys, clothes, the whole shabang. I know that David isn’t the father but he’s very excited about the babies. You thought your first trimester was difficult and it was but there’s a big problem when in the second trimester…. You’ve become horny 24/7; before pregnancy, you had sex often and you loved it. But since being pregnant, you’ve been deprived of it! You bought a bunch of dildos and vibrators cause you just couldn’t handle it anymore. You would rub yourself, fuck yourself with the dildo or use the vibrator several times just to get through the day.

Texting Kylie:

Y/n: “why didn’t you tell me the second trimester makes you super horny”

Kylie: “GIRL STOOOP. Looking back on my pregnancy, that was the funniest part. Your hormones are just all over the place. I used toys and it helped but I also was with Travis”

Y/n: “I’ve been using them but it doesn’t feel the same as actually fucking someone.”

Kylie: “Why don’t you ask David? ;)”

Y/n: “Whaaat noo! I can’t”

Kylie: “Why not? Isn’t he your boyfriend? It’s not like he would turn you down and plus, it’s not like you can get more pregnant than you already are.”

Y/n: “I mean true but idk. I just feel weird. I’m fat and pregnant with twins. I love my girls already but why couldn’t they just be one baby”

Kylie: “blame Jeff’s super sperm”

Y/n: “I also blame myself. We were fucking all the time, anytime, anywhere”

Kylie: “Anywhere?”

Y/n: “Yeah… remember Zane’s earthquake challenge video at target? Jeff and I may have had a quickie in one of the dressing rooms…”

Kylie: “What the fuck”

Y/n: “Yeah. I know. Not my proudest moment”

Kylie: “but girl i’m serious, ASK DAVID”

Y/N: “Ugh fine. But if he says no, I’m moving away and changing my identity because this shit is embarrassing”

*On the phone with David*

Y/n: “Heyy, can I come over?”

David: “Yeah, of course. Are you okay?

Y/n: “Well… technically yes but… ummm…. I’d rather just discuss this in person”

David: “Sure”

*Y/n arrives at David’s house*

Y/n: *Gives David a quick kiss* “Hey Dave.” David: “Hey babe. You sounded a little weird on the phone.” Y/n: “I mean you’re not wrong… I just have a little tiny problem and I’m going to lose my mind if it isn’t resolved” David: “what’s the problem?” Y/n: “Ugh this is so awkward I don’t want to ask” David: *David wheeze laugh* “Dude just tell me”, Y/n: “Okay umm… i’msuperfuckinghornyandi’mwonderingifyoucanhavesexwithmeifnoticompletelyunderstand.” David: “Can you please say it slower cause I only understood like 2 words.” Y/n: “I said that I’m super fucking horny and I’m wondering if you can have sex with me if not, I completely understand…” David: “Like, how bad is it?” Y/n: “Ooo boy it’s baaad.” David: “Well, we’re technically together and I wasn’t sure if you were thinking about taking that step because you’re pregnant.” Y/n: “I’m open to ANYTHING rn. I just need to be fucked HARD.”

David: *Grabs y/n’s hand and leads her to his room* Y/n: “Is Natalie home? I don’t want her to hear us.” David: “Don’t worry. She’s at Todd’s.” Y/n: “At Todd’s?” David: “Yeah, Todd had a thing for her before Jeff did and he basically went for Natalie when Todd told him that he was going to ask her out.” Y/n: *pulls in David for a needy kiss and moans* David: “wow you really are horny.” *Pushes y/n on the bed and takes off her shirt* Y/n: *unclips her bra* “Do anything that’ll make me cum please.” David: *looks at y/n’s tits and sucks on the right nipple* “Wow. Your tits have gotten… wow.” You cry out in pleasure, letting your head fall back, your mouth open. They were so sensitive that every twirl of his tongue made your pussy even more wet. Y/n: *smirks* “You’ve noticed?” David: “okay... I may have had wet dreams about you.” Y/n: “good.” David: *gets undressed and pulls off your pants* “you have no idea how much I’ve dreamt about eating you out.” Y/n: “please. Do something.” David: *His fingers reach your clit.”  Y/n: *You gasp at the feeling of him pressing down on your clit* “mmmm oh my god. Please suck on my clit.” David: *David twirls his tongue around your clit and fingers you* “babe you’re so wet. I can’t wait to fuck you sensless.” *David sucks your clit and fingers you faster* Y/n: “please don’t stop. I NEED to cum.” David: *feels her walls pulsate and she squirts on him* Y/n: “oh my god. Please make me cum like that 10 more times tonight.” David: “are you sure you want to do this?” Y/n: “I haven’t been this sure about something in a long time.” David: *aligns himself with your center and slowly thrusted into you.*  Y/n: *moans, almost screams* “holy fuck. I know your going slow not to hurt me but Dave, I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.” David: *he hears you out and the lust took over and started pounding into you fast and hard* Y/n: “DAVID OH MY GOD PLEASE KEEP FUCKING ME I’M SO CLOSE.” David: “Shit I’m close too babe” *pounds y/n as fast as he can and cums inside her.” Y/n: *cums right after* “oh...my…” David: *pulls out and sees his cums drip out* “Damn. I don’t think I’ve ever cummed that hard.” Y/n: “If you keep fucking me like that, it’s going to be hard for me to keep my hands off you haha.” David: “I would not have a problem w/ that at all.”

(it’s getting close to thanksgiving and Jeff decides to fly home to Staten Island early and the only people who kind of know about the situation are his siblings)

Jeff: “Hey ma.” Jeff’s mom: “Hello Jeffrey. Natalie couldn’t come?” Jeff: “yeah no. We’re kind of on a break rn.” Jeff’s mom: “Oh well that's too bad. Hopefully she’ll come for Christmas.” Karyn (Jeff’s older sister): “hey Jeff. Can you help me out w/ shopping? I have to go to Manhattan” Jeff: “Sure.”

*On the Staten Island Ferry*  

Karyn: “Okay so now that we’re alone, can you actually tell me what the fuck did you do.” Jeff: “Excuse me? The fuck you talking about?” Karyn: “I know that made up bullshit about y/n getting knocked up by a rando and Natalie asking for a break is a damn lie. Y/n was in love w/ you but you ignored all the signs and Natalie, she would only ask for a break if you were being a fucking idiot. I’m your older sister. I know when you’re lying.” Jeff: “Ugh fine… Y/n is knocked up w/ my kids and I basically said some horrible stuff that wasn’t true. As for Natalie, she was there to see me say all those horrible things and she dumped me on the spot, in front of the whole friend group…” Karyn: *stares at Jeff dumbfounded* “Excuse me did you say KIDS as in PLURAL??!” Jeff: “Yeah… She’s pregnant w/ twin girls…” Karyn: “Oh Jeffrey why the fuck did you act that way. You’re such an idiot. If mom and dad found out about this, they’d literally murder you.” Jeff: “I don’t know… I think it was because I got into something so serious less than a year after being dumped by Cierra; I panicked and I sabotaged myself. I know I’m wrong but I already fucked everything up. Everybody hates me.” Karyn: “I thought you changed Jeff when you got out of Prison.” Jeff: “What do you mean you *thought*” Karyn: “You have trouble w/ responsibility. When we were at your trial, you said you were not guilty, even when you got to prison, you still said you weren’t guilty but you were.” Jeff: “That’s different.” Karyn: “How?? You’re refusing to accept responsibility for those 2 babies. Jeff, you’re almost 30 years old. It took you 4 years after you got out to come to terms with what you did. Is it gonna take you until your 34 to realize you fucked y/n and those twin girls over? What is she gonna say when they ask for their dad huh? Sorry, daddy didn’t care about you? You either fix things with y/n ASAP or I’m gonna tell mom and dad.” Jeff: “what the fuck are you 5?! Why we gotta bring them into this?” Karyn: “so they fucking knock some sense into you Jeff and you know they are 100x worse than I am. I ain’t doin’ nothing to you rn because we’re in public. Imma give you until New Years... if you don’t tell them, then they gonna hear it from me...”

Karyn was never afraid to tell Jeff and their other brother how it is. Jeff knew that Karyn was right but he had no idea how he could possibly apologize for being a horrible human being to you. Will Jeff apologize before New Years? Will y/n forgive him?  

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A Woman of No Importance Excerpts: I Am Beseeched.

The front courtyard of her home was full of stinking horses. Armored horses. Men who either stood haggard on their feet or were being dragged pitifully off their mounts. Her nose withered. They carried stained, shredded banners. 

Dester stood as her little cloud above the world. Away from all the prattle and strife of Vilsland politics.

But Cierra was no fool and their good Lord of Wyrms be damned if Gottschalk and Edelgard did not make her an unwilling listener to the lower world’s gossip.

Even so, it was not the banners or the men that truly caught her gaze, but the limping woman who slithered from her saddle while refusing the help of her lessers. Bow-legged from a hard ride and riding garments turned a dark, stinking red around her left thigh. 

Winand stuck to her ear. “My lady perhaps we should call for—”

Cierra pointed her chin up, towards the sun as the woman clattered to her knees. Helms rolling like discarded heads. 

“Winand, seek the marshal at once. I will not have my good cousin the king believe me to be a friend of treason.” 

“My lady—” Her voice was a rasp and it rolled through Cierra’s ears like the sound of stones falling down the mountainside. So unlike the high, haughty tone it used to carry with practiced grace. “—I seek no friends, only asylum for my men.” 

“Your men?” Cierra’s nails trailed the cut edges of the gemstones on her brooch. Out of the corner of her eyes she watched Winand’s confused and weasley figure, paused for a confirmation of her command. 

But had she not waited decades to see this very woman cowered and on her knees? “Just the men?” 

“Perhaps if Your Grace is kind, I may join them.” 

“Ah, there it is.” Cierra nodded her head. “Winand, the marshal.” 

“At once, my lady.” 

“Lady Dimmock!” The shout came before she could turn her body away. Shrill and pained as she tried to stand, but her bleeding leg humbled her. “I beseech you.” 

Cierra pursed her lips. The laws of hospitality did not apply to those who were wanted by the crown, surely no gossip would shame her for turning away even such desperation. 

Her lips curled as she shot Winand a look. “I am beseeched.” A mocking joke that flicked off her tongue. The current audience did not enjoy it as much as she did. 

Wet blood speckled her cobblestones where the woman dragged her knee. Red as the leathery wings of the Blood Wyrm. Red as apples, and it occurred to Cierra on the cool early spring day, that she’d not had apples since her wedding day. 

Humility spilled out of the princess as fresh and acrid as her blood, and it pooled at Cierra’s feet like the untrained hunting pups her dead husband left behind. 

She snapped her fingers at Winand. “Send word to Edelgard instead. Have someone see to the princess’ leg.” 

“My lady!” His thin eyes widened, threatening to pop. 

“Her crimes be what they may, I am an honorable woman and I shall send her off with dignity. Even the king would not oppose.” A clean wound and a bandage, a warm meal, food for the horses, straw to rest on for the men, and in the morning Cierra could hand them off to the marshal. No fault to be found in Cierra’s actions. 

Still, Winand looked displeased and he made it apparent by the way he huffed and tucked a curl behind a pointed ear. “Very well, my lady. His lordship would not approve.” The last bit was a hissed whisper. 

Perhaps then, it was all the more pleasant that Notker Dimmock was already dead. His disapproving glares could intimidate no one but the ghouls who waited at the gates of the After. 

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[newhectorroso49]

After the episode with my aunt in her room, she was in a bad mood for several days, and she tried not to agree with me, she didn't look me in the eyes; This confused me, I didn't know how to act, I got close to her a couple of times trying to touch her, but she walked away, being in the kitchen I stood behind her and placed a hand on her waist asking her what she had to eat, and giving me a She slapped my hand and answered me angrily — there's going to be food — and I left. The next morning, as I had been dreaming about her all night, I woke up very hot, I went to the door of her room, I opened it quietly and I could see her in her panties, I opened my pants and took it off, it was huge, the I grabbed it with my hand and shook it at me, she turned around and when she saw me she ran out to close the door while she said to me in a low voice: — Are you crazy, Hector? Please be still and put that away - but I noticed that she was not very convinced, as I placed my foot in the door frame I couldn't close it, leaving a gap where I put it, she remained silent, I'm sure he was looking at her eagerly. , I shook it a little, moving it up and down, inviting it to pick it up, and that's what he did, he grabbed it while opening the door and told me, "Come in and close the door, you naughty guy." He bent down, tied his hair up with a rubber band, and Fucking her, he pushed me against the door, his mouth felt extremely hot and wet, it was very fast, I couldn't take it anymore, but he swallowed it all, got up, and giving her a loving pat on my cheek he told me - you're crazy, we have to have Be very careful—he opened the door after I was buttoned up and didn't give a pinch on the ass on the way out. She was very smiling all day, and she showered me with attention while she smiled at me...

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Despues del episodio con mi tia en su habitación, estuvo varios dias de mal humor, y trataba de no coincidir conmigo, no me miraba a los ojos; esto me confundio, no sabia bien como actuar, me arrime un par de veces a ella tratando de rozarme, pero se alejaba, estando en la cocina me puse tras ella y le coloque una mano en la cintura preguntandole que habia de comer, y dandome una palmada en la mano me contesto enojada — comida que va a haber — y me retire. A la mañana siguiente como habia estado toda la noche soñando con ella me levante muy caliente, me fui hasta la puerta de su habitación, la abri sigilosamente y la pude ver en braguitas, me abri el pantalón y me la saque, estaba enorme, la cogi con la mano y me la agite, ella se dio la vuelta y al verme salio corriendo a cerrar la puera mientras me decia en voz baja: — estas loco Héctor?? estate quieto y guardate eso por favor— pero la note que no estaba muy convencida; como coloque un pie en el marco de la puerta no puedo cerra, quedando un hueco por donde la meti, se quedó en silencio, seguro que la estaba mirando deseosa, la agite un poco moviendola arriba y abajo invitándola a que la cogiera, y eso hizo, la agarro a la vez que abria la puerta y me decia — Pasa y cierra la puerta travieso— se agacho, se recogio el pelo con una goma y coguendola me enpujo contra la puerta, sentia su boca estremadamente caliente y humeda, fue muy rapido, no pude aguantar más, pero se lo trago todo, se levanto, y dándole una torta cariñosa en mi mejilla me dijo — estás loco, tenemos que tener mucho cuidado— abrio la puerta despues de que yo me abrochara y no dio un pellizco en el culo al salir. Estuvo muy risueña todo el dia, y me colmo de atenciones mientras me sonria...

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[Frankie “Catfish” Morales X reader]

Word count: Under 1k !

TW: vague mentions of PTSD, Catfish was a soldier so v brief mentions of that action too. Talks about sadness.

Rating: SFW

eeeeee I’m so excited to post this ! I wrote it last night with immediate inspiration from @mylifeliterally ‘s aMAZing Team Building Exercise [pls go read it’s so sinful] and this is what came out of that, so without being too sappy I’d like to dedicate this song to you 🐝😚

[bless you @pascalplease always coming through with the good shit]

“Cisco, honey, I need to wash my hair.”

Francisco kept his arms around you, damp chest warming your back, head resting on your shoulder with the warm water pooling above your ankles, as if he’d fallen into a state of dreaming. He just wanted to exist next to you, “sostén tu alma en sus brazos” as he says. After he comes home from a tour he needs a moment like this. 

A moment to decompress. To heal. 

“Siéntense, amor. I’ll do it.” He lifts his head, slowly, blinking back to the present. With you. In the steamy quiet of the shower. No yelling; no sounds of gunfire; no iron sights; no chaos. 

You sit at the edge on the smooth bench, eyes closed. You hear the sound of a bottle lifted, cap snapping open and closed, Cisco taking steps through the water to kneel in front of you. 

An involuntary smile from an unexpected forehead kiss reminds both of you of how warm your love for the other feels, regardless of the temperature of the water. 

“Cisco.” It lingered in his mind with a halo. God he loved it when you called him that; all the times you breathed it into his ear in secret situations only you two would know about came in and out of focus whilst he worked his hands through your hair. 

You would sacrifice even the loveliest of sunsets if it meant Cisco’s hands could stay in your hair forever — it feels like pure heaven. He reminds you of his strength by massaging as softly as he can, your favourite paradox about him. You tilt your head back as he moves from the top of your scalp to the sides, humming. “Mi abejita,” you can hear the smile in his words without opening your eyes. His hands are at the base of your scalp, fingers pulsing upward, slowing with every second -- until they’re still. 

Holding you, like this, it was almost too much for Francisco to bear. He doesn’t think about what your life would be like if he were to not come back from a mission until that’s all he can think about, until he’s trembling with the weight of it. 

You open your eyes to see Cisco, kneeling, looking down and away from you with silent tears in his eyes. Every single cell in your body is used for the strength you need to bring your hands up to his face, lifting his eyes to yours; within them you see the pain and sadness of a hundred lifetimes, too much for any one person expected to hold inside them self. He takes a deep, shaky breath before kissing you like he’s dreaming, afraid of inevitably waking up from this life. You hear a gasp and a small sob when you pull away, the only audible indication of the emotions falling from Cisco’s eyes before he’s collapsed over you; shoulders twitching with the erratic climb of his breathing. You hold him like this until it’s smooth and methodical, until he’s empty. 

He finds his strength again, resting his forehead below your collarbones, listening to your heartbeats syncing. He feels your chin resting on him, hands on the back of his neck, on his shoulders. Francisco Morales, the soldier, was leagues away from the Francisco Morales who was being held by you, who loved you. Only you knew the truest version. 

When he lifts his eyes to meet yours again, you can see some of those years within them have been relinquished, a lust for life in their place. Your Cisco was home. 

He smiles — the kind of exhausted smile you see from someone who just finished an intense workout, tired but filled with hope —, and despite yourself you lean forward and kiss him again, your hands in his hair as you feel him smiling against you. 

‘Champagne kisses’, you once told him. ‘The kind that makes you feel bubbly inside and want more than one.’ Francisco was more than bubbly as he lifted you to your feet, so fucking happy you were the anchor to his post-traumatic stress, so fucking happy he was home. 

Humming as you pulled away, saying “God I love you, Cisco.” Looking up into those dark eyes you loved so much you quickly kissed his nose, making his face soften as he falls his hand down to squeeze at your ass. “Te amaré por la eternidad,” he says, winking, as he turns the thin detachable shower head back on. You watch him wet and fold a washcloth, smiling up at him when he says “cierra,” and laying it down across your eyes. Before Cisco washes out your hair, he lifts both your hands to a kiss; you feel the decades of hardness in the skin of his hands hold no threat to you. Such a simple yet sweet gesture to reinforce his paradox. His hand now on your chin tilts your head back, the gentle feeling of the thin line of water across your hairline relaxes you; his hands working from the top on down to the back of your neck excites you.

Francisco of course notices the change in your breathing, your head dipping off to the left like it does when he’s massaging your back, your neck, your thighs … wherever. After all the time that has passed between you it still makes him smile to know how you feel from his touch. When he kisses you this time, he keeps his hand at the base of your neck with soft intentions while his other is lacing with yours down at your sides. 

You can feel a soft flutter to his lips, eager to kiss you again before the next one is even complete. It’s the way Cisco always feels when his mind comes back to life from a trauma release. 

It’s slow. 

It’s smooth. 

It’s home.

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[sinfullypassionate]

The Nanny – G.D. { Part Two }

summary: after a big storm hits, gray offers y/n to stay the night and things get steamy between the two and things changed.

warning: fluff, smut, daddy!kink

a/n: here’s part two petals! hope you enjoy!

"Or you could just lay with me in my bed?" 

At his words, Y/N just pulled her lower lip between her teeth before smiling. "Yeah, uhm sure." She laughed nervously before following him up the stairs.

"I don't have anything to wear-" Before she could even finish her sentence, Gray was going through his drawers. He soon threw the older woman a pair of his boxers and one of his shirts. "Thanks.." She just smiled softly before walking into the bathroom that was connected to his bedroom. She peeled off her clothes and folded them nicely before placing them on the towel rack that was next to the toilet. She slipped on the clothes he gave her before looking at herself in the mirror. "Breathe, Y/N. You're just going to be in bed with the guy you've been hopelessly in love with for the past four years.." She let out a shaky breath before rolling her eyes at herself. She quickly did her nightly routine before walking out of the bathroom. Seriously, why did he have to go to bed in just his boxers. He was killing me. She thought to herself before she walked over to the bed and laid on the left side, thankful he was right side sleeper because she couldn’t sleep on that side. She didn’t know why either, it was strange.

"Goodnight, Grayson.." She yawned in a soft voice before resting her head against the pillow once she was under the covers. A half hour passed and she felt Grayson’s arms wrap around her and a soft kiss pressed against her shoulder. She couldn’t help but smile at his kiss and touch."Y/N? Are you still awake?" He whispered against her skin. "Yeah, why?" she asked, rolling over so she was facing him. "I just – I can't sleep.” He spoke in a soft tone. “Why? What’s wrong?” Y/N asked, genuinely concerned. “I don’t know, I just got a lot of shit on my mind. Ethan and I haven’t put a video out in forever. we’ve been editing this one for like three weeks and i hate that I haven’t been around Winnie much.” He sighed, his hand reaching up to play with her hair which caused her heart to skip a few beats. Y/N just frowned at his words, she rolled over so she could look at him better. Resting her head on his chest, she reached her hand up to run her fingers through his hair. “You’re a little stressed huh?” She asked, which caused Grayson to just nod his head. “Have you tried getting a massage or something? Maybe even call up that one girl you were seeing? Maybe you just need a good fuck.” She said bluntly, completely forgetting for a moment that she was speaking to her boss. “Cierra. Her name’s Cierra” He said, looking down at her. “Exactly! So, just go call her up and fuck your stress away.” A giggle left her lips as she looked at her boss.

Grayson just looked at her, completely lost in his thoughts. Eventually, he heard her call his name and he snapped out of his trance. “What?” He questioned. “I said are you okay? You’ve just been staring at me for like twenty minutes.” Her voice was quiet, as if she was nervous as to what was going through his mind. “Get off the bed.” He said in a dark tone. “What? Why?” Her eyes got wide as she looked at him in horror. Is he really kicking me out right now?! She thought to herself. “Just get off the bed and take off your panties.” His hazel eyes were dark with lust as he stared down at her. “Grayson we can’t what-“ before she could even finish her sentence, his lips were attached to hers in a heated yet passionate kiss. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this, he was vulnerable right now but fuck she wanted it for so long; her body finally gave in and Y/N melted into the kiss. She kissed him back, her hand rested on his bare chest as he deepened the kiss. Pulling away in need of breath, she whimpered and Grayson felt his cock twitch. Getting up from the bed, Grayson reached for her hand to help her up and the second she was on her feet he pulled her into his arms.

“Gray-“ She started but he simply placed his finger against her lips, “Shh, just let it happen.” He whispered before leaning down and pressing his lips against hers. As Gray kissed her passionately, his hands found their way under his shirt she was wearing and he caressed her skin as their tongues battled for dominance. As they kissed, Y/N brought her hands up to rest against his bare chest. Her pussy becoming wetter as she felt his hands slide down her back and cup her ass. He squeezed gently before reluctantly pulling away from the kiss which caused her to whimper, Grayson just chuckled before slipping his hand inside her panties. A smirk formed upon his lips, “Someone’s wet for me.” His lips attached to her neck, nipping gently as he slowly started rubbing her clit. “Yes, daddy.” She moaned quietly, not realizing what she said. Grayson froze the second he heard her quiet little voice, his cock twitched. “What did you just say?” He growled, grabbing her chin and making her look at him. “I-I said daddy. I’m sorry Gray it-“ She got cut off as Grayson pulled her into for a rough, heated kiss. “From now on, you will only refer to me as daddy. Understand?” His voice was dark and full of pure lust, it made Y/N’s pussy wet. “Yes, daddy.” She obeyed which caused another smirk to form upon Grayson’s lips. “Good girl. Now, take off all your clothes and lay down on the bed for daddy. Your legs spread nice and wide for me.” He stood back and watched as the beautiful woman in front of him got completely naked, his cock was becoming painfully hard.

Y/N did as she was told and now laid completely naked, her legs spread wide and her innocent but lust filled eyes staring up at Grayson. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” Grayson moaned, he quickly took off his boxers and her eyes widened as his big, hard cock slapped against his lower abdomen. A cocky smirk was plastered on Grayson’s face, “Can’t wait to fill you up with my big fat cock.” He groaned, moaning a little to himself at the thought. He climbed onto the bed and gently kissed her thighs, he gave her pussy one slow lick before attaching his lips to her clit, sucking harshly. Y/N’s heart picked up at the sight of him, she wanted to take her time and worship every inch of his body, but before she could even react he was between her legs. a whine left her lips as her back arched off the bed at the sudden pleasure, “fuuuck daddy!” he moaned against her throbbing clit as his dick grew harder; he sucked and slurped, grabbing her hands and lacing their fingers as he ate her out. he’d been dying to eat her out, he wanted to pleasure her body so he could hear her moans properly. Y/N moaned his name like a prayer, her fingers squeezing his as she writhed in please. “please... please... oh my god,” she gasped out and rolled her hips against his mouth. Gray loved hearing her moans, it caused his dick to twitch. as he kept sucking and slurping, he squeezed her hands back before pulling away and chuckling as he knew she was close to coming. he kissed her inner thighs before kissing up her stomach, “you’re so fucking beautiful, baby girl.” he whispered against Y/N’s lips, kissing her passionately before pulling away and attaching his lips to her left nipple. he pulled the nub between his teeth before turning his attention to her right breast. he showed that nipple the same attention as he did the other. “fuck, i love hearing your moan. moan for me, baby girl.” he growled against her skin, taking one of his hands and rubbing her clit a few times before sliding two fingers inside. Y/N felt the pleasure building, moans falling from her mouth turned into a whine as he suddenly pulled away. she pouted into the kiss, “daddy that’s not fair.” her complaint died away, her back arching as he bit at her nipples. “please i need y-“ her words cut off as his fingers were suddenly inside her and her eyes fell shut. “daddy... oh my god... please don’t stop.” at her moans, Grayson felt his dick get even harder. he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back from being inside her but he just loved watching her come undone. his fingers moved at a fast pace, a moan leaving his lips as he could hear her wetness. “you’re so wet for daddy.” he chuckled darkly, “you gonna cum over my fingers, baby girl? or do you wanna cum all over my cock?” he growled, attaching his lips to her nipple again sucking harshly. Y/N was already so close, she didnt know if it was the anticipation of wanting him for so long or if he really was just that amazing in bed, but she was already nearly gushing around his fingers. her hand tugged at his hair as he sucked at her nipple, fully overwhelmed. “i want your cock daddy, please. i want to taste it, i want you to ruin me with it. please daddy.”

as she tugged on his hair, he let out a throaty groan. “fuck.” he mumbled against her nipple before pulling away and sliding his fingers out of her. “what baby wants, baby gets.” the taller male growled before kissing her in a heated kiss. “god, you’re so sexy.” he whispered against her lips, “please tell me you’re on birth control.” he mumbled rubbing his the head of his cock against her dripping pussy. Y/N watched him eagerly, a moan escaping her mouth as he rubbed the head of his cock against her drenched pussy. “oh fuck you’re huge...” she whispered, her beautiful lust filled eyes gazing into his. “i am, daddy. please cum in me. want to feel you deep inside me.” a smirk formed upon his lips at her words, Grayson groaned as she called him daddy again, he couldn’t get enough of hearing her say that. Running his hard cock up and down her wet slit a few times, he groaned once he finally pushed himself inside her. “fuck, you’re so wet.” he gripped her hips and slowly started pushing every inch of himself inside her, making eye contact. “mm, you like daddy filling you up?” he growled darkly as he started rocking his hips, moaning. “fuck.” Y/N whined as he pushed into her, stretching around his length and rolling her hips forward. “it’s so fucking deep...” she whimpered out and wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him closer. “i love it so fucking much, i want to feel your cum dripping out of me all night.”

hearing her whine and moan was driving Gray insane, he started rocking his hips faster moaning as his grip on her hips got tighter. “fuck, you’re so tight.” he groaned against her neck, sucking harshly; leaving his mark against her skin. “you’re. so. fucking. perfect.” he spoke between each thrust. her nails raked down his back, leaving red marks as he left the hickey. “so big... gray, daddy, oh my god,” her moans were endless and growing louder. her heartbeat raced as the pleasure started to build inside her again, “you’re gonna make me cum.” Grayson groaned against her skin as he felt her nails, loving the pain. he thrusted harder and deeper inside of her, wanting her cum before he did. “that’s right, baby girl. cum for me, cum all over daddy’s cock.” he growled in Y/N’s ear, thrusting so hard that the headboard to his bed was hitting the wall. every time he got rougher she got more and more turned on, her own actions matching and begging him for more. it wasn’t long before Y/N’s walls clenched around him and her body tensed. with a loud moan of his name she came hard, squirting around his cock as her eyes rolled back lightly. the fact she squirted, caused Grayson to smirk. he kept his pace rough and hard as he helped her ride out her orgasm before he came inside her; a loud moan leaving his lips as he did so. he kept thrusting, riding out his own orgasm before collapsing next to her with a love sick smile on his face. “that was... fucking wow.” Grayson looked over at her, reaching towards her and pulling her close.

“Wow indeed. So, did I help with fucking your stress away?” A cute giggle left her lips which caused Grayson’s heart to skip a beat. “Absolutely. Now, let’s get some sleep mamas.” He whispered, closing his eyes. Y/N cuddled into him, her legs tangling with his as her eyes suddenly became very heavy. The next thing she knew, the sun peaked through the curtains and she fluttered her eyes open. Glancing over, she realized that last night indeed happened and it wasn’t a dream. She simply reached over and gently ran a hand down his cheek, god she loved him. She loved him with all her heart but she knew it was a mistake. Quietly getting up, she gathered her clothes and headed to the bathroom and got dressed. She fixed her hair, brushed her teeth and quietly left his room to tend to his daughter. Winnie was already up, playing with her toys once Y/N quietly knocked on the side of the door; the four year old jumped up and ran to the only mother figure she’d ever known. “Y/N! You’re here early!” She giggled, kissing her cheek. “I just couldn’t wait to see you.” Y/N tickled her tummy once she was in her arms, she headed downstairs to make the hungry little girl some breakfast. “Where’s Papa?” Winnie asked, sitting down at the table once she was out of Y/N’s arms.

“He’s still sleeping, sugarplum. He should be up soon, he has another meeting with Uncle E.” Y/N said in a soft voice as she started making pancakes. As if on queue, Grayson walked into the kitchen and gave his daughter a small kiss on top the head. “Morning, punkin.” He came up behind Y/N and gave her a gentle kiss against her cheek, “Morning, Y/N.” He smiled softly. She simply looked over at him and gave him a small smile, “Morning, Mr. Dolan.” Grayson simply looked at her, cocking his head to the side. “Why are you calling me that?” He asked, leaning up against the counter. “Because you’re my boss?” She crinkled her eyebrows, pouring the pancake batter on the hot skillet. Grayson just stood there and looked at her, he was confused. Why was she acting so different? Once the Mickey Mouse pancake was done, she brought it over to Winnie and kissed the top of her head softly. “Orange juice or Almond milk, sugar plum?” Y/N asked, looking down at the little girl. “Juice, please!” She replied, excited to eat. Getting her a small glass, she set it next to Winnie before grabbing syrup and pouring some on her pancakes. “Fank you!” The little mini Dolan shot her nanny a giant smile before eating, “You’re very welcome, princess. If you need me, I’ll be folding laundry okay?” She simply said before heading towards the laundry room with Grayson close behind.

Once they were away from Winnie, Grayson leaned against the laundry room door and stared at her. “Why are you staring at me?” Y/N asked, feeling butterflies in her stomach. “Because you’re acting different.” He simply said. “How am I acting different?” She questioned, folding the clothes that were in the dryer. “After last night I-“ Y/N cut him off, “Look, I’m just keeping things professional. Last night was just a mistake, you just needed to fuck your stress away and I was there to help. I’m not expecting anything to come from it, if that’s what you’re worried about, Gray.” Y/N said, looking over at him. “Who said it was a mistake? I never-“ Once again, Grayson got cut off but it wasn’t by Y/N. Ethan had walked throughout the house, in search for his little brother. “There you are! We have like twenty minutes before this meeting and you’re not even dressed!” The man threw his hands up, over dramatic which caused Y/N to giggle. “Good morning to you as well, E.” She smiled when Ethan walked over and hugged her after making his little scene. “I know you’re only payed to take care of Winnie but can you start taking care of Gray too. He’s literally always late now.” Ethan glared at his little brother who simply rolled his eyes.

Y/N let another giggle escape her lips, shaking her head. “I’ll try, but only for you.” She looked at Ethan who simply just kissed her cheek. “You’re the best, now come on Gray we gotta go. Hurry up and get ready!” The older twin shoved his brother’s back gently before heading towards the kitchen to see his niece. Once he was out of sight, Grayson turned to look at Y/N. “Stay for dinner tonight, please? I need to talk to you.” He reached forward and grabbed her hand, which caused Y/N’s heart to skip a few beats. “Grayson, I-“ this time Grayson cut her off. “Please.” He looked at her with puppy dog eyes and the girl couldn’t help but groan, “You and your damn puppy dog eyes. Now, I know where Winnie gets it from.” A small giggle left her plump, glossy lips as she looked at the man who owned her heart. “Fine. I’ll stay.” She told him in a soft voice, “Thank you. I’ll see you later.” With that, he gave her a soft kiss upon her forehead before hustling to meet up with his very impatient older brother and leaving her to wonder what exactly he wanted to talk about.

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tags: @aquadolan @pineappledols @mmmmmgd @vinylhazza @dolanshellyes @starlightdolan @graysavant @jjustjoy

[dobrikburrito]

good idea, d.d.

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While having a sit and film session with the VS, the topic of the reader's sex life comes up. And everybody find out that its been a hot, HOT minute since the reader's had so good dick. So someone jokingly suggests that her and David have a lil romp session. At first they refuse but after a few weeks David shoots the reader a text saying he's got a lil surprise for her 

disclaimer: it’s smut sis. (thank you @daviddoughbrik for being an angel and giving me the best advice ever so I could finish this piece, you’re the best ♥)

I was comfortable sitting on the lovesac in David’s living room, laughing at the nonsense conversation that my friends were having. Most of us were there, soon to leave for Kristen’s surprise birthday party. I absolutely loved when we were all reunited like this. With their busy schedules and meetings, it’s been hard to get everyone together at once. David was obviously filming everything, hoping for a good bit for the vlogs.

“Oh, wait a minute.” Zane said, loudly. Everyone stopped talking and turned their attention to him. “How many broken relationships do we have? Like as a group? There’s obviously David and Liza, Jeff and Cierra, Todd and Corina and… Oh! (Y/N) and Justin.”

“Damn, there’s been some home-wreck.” Erin said, laughing.

“But like… First was David, then (Y/N), then… Jeff and then Todd?” Carly asked, curious about the order.

David pointed his camera at me, “Yeah, I think so. Justin and I broke up a month after David and Liza. Even though they told us three months later.” I confirmed.

“It’s funny how all those break-ups have been bad.” Heath commented.

“Mine wasn’t.” David pointed the camera to Heath, shrugging.

“I don’t mean like it was a fight or cheating break up. I just meant it was hard. Like you and Liza were the perfect couple and that was tough.” Heath explained himself, everybody looking at him. “Then (Y/N) and Justin were also this role-model couple…”

“Yeah, but my break-up was shit.” I said, everybody immediately laughed. I smiled, not really caring for it. “Thankfully that ship has sailed.”

“Would you get back with him?” Todd asked, looking up at me, since he was just sitting on the floor beside the lovesac.

“Fuck, no.” I laughed and so did he.

“I don’t think I would either.” Todd commented.

“That’s easy for you to say, you have a new girlfriend and it’s getting some nearly every day of the week.” Zane shaded, everybody laughed loudly.

“And you’re so not subtle about it either,” I laughed, poking Todd with my foot. “If I had a dollar for every fucking time I walk into Todd’s house and I find him post-sex. I’d be richer than David.”

Everybody laughed so hard, Todd grabbed my foot and I screamed, playfully.

Todd pointed at me, “Hey, don’t hate on my sex life just because you haven’t put out since your break up.”

My face fell straight to the floor. I was shocked. He-did-not.

“Oh my God, she’s so pissed. So, is it true (Y/N)?” Zane loved to raise the fire in the room.

“Uh… No! I mean… I’m not like you guys, I can’t just pick up hot guys at parties and have one night stands.” I shrugged, clearly embarrassed and not even looking at anybody. “I hate that shit. I hate having sex with someone I don’t know at all.”

“Oh hooooney.” Heath made his way towards me and hugged me. “It’s okay, you just gotta dust off that pussy a little and we’ll get you a cute date.”

I immediately slapped Heath’s arm. “Oh my GOD, I hate all of you! Fuck off Heath!” Even though I hated how the topic was on me not getting absolutely any for a while now, I couldn’t help but laugh at Heath. David’s camera was focused on me, of course. It would definitely end up in the vlogs.

Heath kissed my head. “No, but really like… We’re throwing shade on you, but David also haven’t slept with anyone in a HOT MINUTE.”

“What the fuck?” David asked, everybody laughed.

“It’s so true though. Especially since Jeff painted his room, that’s for sure a no-sex zone.” Matt commented, everybody laughed.

“Fuck you guys,” David laughed, out loud. “You don’t know shit!”

“So, you’re having sex in that room with your ex-girlfriend and Jason Momoa looking down on you?” Todd asked. David took a second to answer, which was enough for everybody to start screaming.

“Hey hey hey, this is a two-birds-one-stone idea. Since you both haven’t seen anyone naked in months, why don’t you just fuck around for a bit? You know, friends with benefits and all that.” Zane suggested, everybody started commenting how that was such a great idea.

You took one look at David and you both crumbled in embarrassment.

“Why do I hang out with you guys?” I shook my head, hiding my face on the lovesac, fake crying.

“Oh come on, (Y/N). Don’t tell us you’ve never fantasized about David?” Heath was absolutely loving this.

“What the fuck Heath? No!!” I blatantly lied.

“Oh bitch, I do not need a lie detector to see how much bullshit that was.” Zane sassied me.

Happily, it was time for everybody to leave for the party. The embarrassment didn’t leave me alone through the whole night, though. Every time I interacted with David, there was something in there, a tension of sorts. My friendship with David was always based on trusting each other and being best friends, not anywhere related to sex. I did lied about not fantasizing about him, I’ve had my fair share, but never thought for a second to mention it.

A couple of weeks went by and that awkward moment seemed to dissipate, especially between David and I. One night, we all went out to have dinner together. David sat by my side and we kept chatting with our friends.

Once we were all focused on Scotty’s story about a crazy fan in one of his concerts, David smoothly rested his right hand on my left thigh. It was under the table, so no one could really see it. The sudden move caught me off guard, especially because it wasn’t an accident. The hand stood on my leg. I could feel the warmth of his skin on my skin, since I was wearing a white skirt.

I had no idea of how to react to this. To others, nothing was happening, as I tried to keep it cool, but I couldn’t lie to myself and say I wasn’t enjoying it. I absolutely loved his hands, and I took a moment to admire them, with the Cartier double rings. As the conversation went by, I tried to joke around as usual, but it was so hard for me to keep a straight face as David would occasionally caress my skin with his thumb or press his hand on my thigh. The secrecy to it was making me really wet.

One of us paid the check, as it was the joke of the vlogs now. We all got up to leave, and before I could say anything, David turned to me:

“Do you want a ride home?” David asked me, like nothing happened. “I’m taking Zane, Heath and Mariah.”

“Oh… Yeah, okay, cool. Thanks.” I smiled at him and Zane hugged me.

“Cool, get on the front sit then.” That was an unusual request, basically because I barely ever sat in the front seat of the Tesla.

I accepted and we all kept joking around during the way to our houses, since David was also filming the car ride.

“You look so cute tonight, (Y/N),” Zane said, joking around and tickling my neck. I laughed. “I love your little outfit. Looks cute as hell.”

“Aw, thanks boo.” I looked back at him. “You look like your usual goddess too.”

“Aw, you get me.” Zane threw an invisible long hair around and I laughed.

“I agree,” David commented, looking straight at the road. I looked at him, shocked. As I was about to thank him, he said. “Zane looks like a goddess tonight.” Everybody laughed and I rolled my eyes.

We said our goodbyes to all three of our friends, since my house was the one further away. David filmed for a few more minutes, since one of our favorite songs came on the radio and we always sing together, acting stupid. When the song ended, we were just laughing and he turned the camera off. “That’s enough for today.”

I nodded, looking outside of the window. I could feel his eyes on me, though. I pretended not to notice, until his hand rested on my thigh once again. I immediately looked at it and then at him, who conveniently looked down the road. Only now, his hand was coming up my thigh and my skin was burning.

I wanted to confront him, since this wasn’t like him at all, but I also… wanted to see where it would go? David made a turn on a street and as I looked out, I noticed this wasn’t the way to my house at all. We reached his gate and it opened.

I knew Natalie was travelling, the house would be empty, so I immediately got chills all over my body. It was like a silent agreement, until he parked the car. We stood there for a second and David unlocked his seat belt, then did mine.

I broke the deadly silence. “Mm… Care to explain?” I looked at him and he looked back at me.

David leaned towards me on the car, touching my neck with his left hand. He looked down on my lips and bit his bottom lip. “I just wanted to try one thing,”

I could hear my heart beating a hundred miles per hour, but I didn’t stop when David leaned in and kissed me. At first, softly and caring, but as I returned the kiss a little more craving, I seemed to motivate him to take it a step further. Licking my lips, I opened my mouth to him and felt his tongue touching mine. My hand found his hair, which I absolutely loved playing with. His hand left my neck to go back to my inner thigh.

David stopped the kiss for a second, breathless. He opened his eyes, but kept them focusing on my lips and then my eyes. He licked his lips and I sighed, wanting him so much.

“Remember that time when… Mm… Zane said that maybe you and I should try the whole…” David started saying.

“Friends with benefits?” I completed his sentence.

“Something like that, yeah.” David took a deep breath when I bit my bottom lip. “What… What do you say?”

I just kissed him back, bringing him closer to me.

We entered his house, all the lights were out, only the neon sign was on. David was holding my hand, leading me towards the white couch. He sat down, looking up at me, waiting for me to sit by his side. Instead, I sat on his lap, straddling him. He took one moment to look at me, really look at me. Both of his hands were on my thighs, caressing my skin, as he took in all of me.

Taking a deep breath, David looked in my eyes. “You know… I don’t usually do this, you might have noticed.” His voice was low, even though we were the only ones at the house. “But I have to be honest… I couldn’t stop thinking about it since that conversation happened.”

I bit my lip, holding back a smile. My fingers entwined in his brown shiny locks. “I don’t know why, but it just feels... “ I looked back at him. “...right.”

One of his hands held me by the waist, the other touched my face, pulling me close enough to kiss him again. One soft kiss, enough for me to feel how soft his lips were and how intently he kissed. I took one second to breathe, looking at his lips, then I kissed him again, wanting more, wanting him. My kiss was deeper, hungry even. I leaned over him as he fully rested on the back of the couch. His tongue on mine, enjoying every second of it.

My hips started rocking back and forth, which granted me a hard grab on my waist. David followed my movements, motivating me further on. His kisses followed to my cheek and neck, where he bit and licked. I pressed my fingers in his hair, loving it. I could feel him hard as a rock in a second. Both of us were really turned on, so I didn’t waste time and took off my shirt and his as well. David took that as an invitation to descend his kisses to my breasts. Me, on the other hand, unbuttoned his jeans and took his length in my hand, pressing firmly and freeing him from the fabric. I started pumping him, slowly, teasing.

“Stop teasing me,” He bit the skin on top of my left boob.

“Oh, where’s the fun in that?” I smiled to myself, knowing the effect my actions were having on him. I started stroking him a little faster, taking my time around the tip to stimulate him. David closed his eyes and took a deep breath, resting his forehead in my chest.

Suddenly, he turned on the couch, rapidly laying me down and being on top of me, kissing me back again. He managed to take my skirt and panties off before I could even process. Kissing my stomach and going down, it was my turn to take a deep breath. David kissed my thighs and leg, before opening me up and sliding his fingers, feeling how wet I was. I moaned when I felt two of his fingers inside of me, sliding in and out, but a louder one came when I felt his warm tongue on my clit. David started eating me out with so much desire and will, that I knew this pleasured him almost as much as it did me. His tongue was moving on my folds, knowingly, hitting the right spots, making me almost scream his name. Never in a million years I’d thought of David as someone who was this good at giving head.

He stopped for a second to look at me, keeping the movement of his fingers inside of me, absolutely enjoying the view. My face expressions and the way my body reacted so instantly to everything he did was enough for him to start stroking himself. “God, you’re so fucking hot… And the way you moan like that… Fuck.”

I smiled to myself, loving his praise. David went down on me again, taking as much as he could. “David… Dave, I’m… I’m gonna” I tried to warn him.

He just looked at me with a satisfied grin on his face. “Then give it to me, baby.” And then proceeded to continue his movements, with his hand and tongue.

That was enough for me to crumble, which earned a loud moan and a fast heartbeat, as David  never stopped what he was doing. “So pretty.”

I opened my eyes to his comment, watching him come over to me, kissing me again quickly, soon to give me his fingers to suck on, which I gladly obeyed, looking straight up at him.

“Mm... Fuck.” I could hear him curse under his breath.

David took his dick in his hand and slid it over my clit. I could sense his desire and need through his eyes and sighs. I pulled him closer to an intense kiss, holding him tight. Until I stopped the kiss and whispered to his ear. “I wanna feel you inside of me, David. I want you to fuck me, make me go insane.”

Those words were exactly what he needed to pull down his pants and position himself in my entrance, only to then slowly thrust inside me, giving me a second to adjust to his size and feel him completely inside of me. David was holding himself up on top of me, with each hand on one side of my head, then he started moving. Gradually going faster and deeper, pushing into me, making me moan, breathless. Coming down to kiss me lightly, he rested his forehead on mine, as it we were going faster and faster. His name was the only thing coming out of my mouth.

“You feel so good, so tight.” He looked down on me, biting his lower lip, feeling so much pleasure out of this.

I could feel myself getting close, feeling a rise out of his movements and our bodies together. Barely able to form proper sentences, I looked up at him. “David…” I didn’t have to say much more than that, one look at me and he knew.

“Me too,” David nodded, focusing on his movements and the rising pleasure that was taking over his body. I cursed as I reached my own orgasm, moaning loud, feeling the pressure inside of me. He watched me achieve it and felt it too, which gave him the last push he needed to achieve his own climax.

A couple more thrusts and he lied on top of me, breathless, exhausted, but highly satisfied.

“Holy shit,” David said, taking a deep breath while recovering his energies. “That was incredible.”

I couldn’t help but smile and feel the same way. “I gotta say, this wasn’t how I pictured my night going at all, but…” I pecked his lips for a couple of seconds before finishing my sentence. “This is so much better.”

David chuckled while looking at me, taking my face in his hand. “For once Zane had a really good idea.”

“We should send him a gift basket or something,” I smiled widely while looking at David.

“I’ll just give him a car,” David and I laughed and then he kissed me again.