#I FEEL LIKE I'M GONNA HAVE A STROKE FROM HOW EXCITED I AM

[dee--eer]

EX-FUCKING-CUSE ME HELLO??? SHINSHI ART?? SHINSHI OFFICIAL ART??? ACTUAL SHINSHI ART, NOT AS COAI?? THE KUDOU SHINICHI WITH THE MIYANO SHIHO??? SHINSHI???? LITERALLY SHINSHI??? HELLO????? AM I DREAMING

SHINSHI NATION RAISE WE ARE FED SO FUCKING MUCH THIS YEAR EYAAGGGGGHHHHHH

[papercorgiworld]

Whipped for their tutor II: A Reward

Mattheo, Theo and Enzo

Tutoring the Slytherin boys isn’t easy, so you use the fact that they’re absolutely whipped as a way to motivate them. 

Find part one here, but you don’t have to read it. There’s not that much plot.

Warning: suggestive and a little bit of smut

This took longer than necessary just because it took me a week to come up with something for Enzo. Also, little announcement, I'm gonna mix requests instead of work chronological because I'm struggling with inspiration and I wanna write things I can instead of stay stuck on the things I can't, because I'm short on time atm, but I should get to all of them eventually. Happy readings! Have a lovely weekend!

“Mate, quidditch practice, remember?” Blaise’s face appears by the door as he looks at his friend.

Mattheo

He looks up from his book and nods at Blaise. “Right, I gotta go.” Mattheo says, turning to face you as he slams his book shut. 

“Your work isn’t finished yet.” You state and meet his eyes, a small smile tugging on your lips as you play to win this situation. Mattheo looks at Blaise and back to you, he smiles at your silly comment, quidditch was way more important than studying. “I can’t miss quidditch training.” Mattheo argues.

You pout and your teasing eyes lock with his. Blaise notices Mattheo’s face going red, but what Blaise doesn’t know is that it’s because your hand is resting on Mattheo’s crotch. Softly your hand moves and you feel his member twitch. Such a sensitive boy. “On second thought,” Mattheo’s voice comes out almost squeaky and he forces a cough to regain compose “I’m not allowed to play the game if I don’t pass tomorrow’s test so I better study.” 

Blaise knows better than to ask questions and simply nods before leaving. “Such a good student.” The words drip off your lips as Mattheo’s eyes land on your lips. “If you put in a few more hours of studying then you’ll nail tomorrow’s test. And Matty, if you get an A I’ll give you a little reward.” Your words are a seductive whisper and you know you’re doing it right when you feel Mattheo get harder. Your hand moves over the bulge in his pants and like the good student Mattheo is, his eyes fall from you to the pages of his summary. 

You notice his blush and his hard swallow. He was trying his best to focus, but struggling with hardness in his pants and your hand. Seeing him like this, you couldn’t deny it, it turned you on a little as well. He was so fun to play with. “Maybe it’s best I let you study alone for today.” You whisper close to his ear and his puppy eyes meet yours. He doesn’t want you to leave. “I feel you’re … a little distracted.” You say lips almost brush his ear as your hand strokes him member one last time before moving away. “Good luck.” You say and you kiss his cheek, staining his face with your lipstick. Maybe she didn’t notice… Mattheo stares down at his crotch. Who am I kidding! Why am I so sensitive to her? Salazar, she drives me crazy!

***

Mattheo was really excited when the professor returned his test a few days later. When he spotted you talking to your friend in the hallway that same day he wanted to offer you his test but worried he would look like a fool he decided against it, cursing himself for being so needy for you. He needed your praise, he thought about it almost every night, but his ego kept him from begging for it.

So he eagerly waited for the next tutoring session and his eagerness was obvious to you since he was early. You walk into the classroom and are surprised to find Mattheo seated with his books out on the table. When he sees you walk in he gets up and smiles at you and you can’t help but smile at how whipped he is. “I got an A.” He blurs out before you even get the chance to sit down. You lick your lips and Mattheo feels his face heat up. Salazar, I sound desperate. I can’t even think with her around. You take a step closer to him and you lean suggestively close. Mattheo tries to meet your lips but you teasingly avoid the kiss. You chuckle softly, making him flustered, moving to whisper in his ear. “What did you think your reward would be?” 

Mattheo swallows and his eyes lock with yours. “You.” He breathes, not hiding his desire for you. While waiting for you in this classroom filled with sexual tension Mattheo’s mind and body had gone wild with anticipation for what his reward could be. Every possible fantasy of the past weeks had shot through his mind as he had waited for you, for his reward.  “You think that you can have me because you had one good test?” You raise an eyebrow. “An A+.” He specifies and he immediately feels embarrassed by how pathetic he must sound, trying to impress you with his grades. However, he manages to snap out of his embarrassment and regains some of his composure. With a slight teasing tone to his voice he speaks up. “You said I would get a reward.” He does his best to sound confident and you’re almost impressed by how good he sells it. 

Your hand moves over his chest and lower, pressing your chest against his. “Well, as a reward you don’t have to pretend like you’re not rock hard, you can take care of yourself.” He’s baffled. His mouth opens to say something but nothing comes out. “Sit.” You command and he does so without thinking. You sit down as well and slowly unbuckle his belt, knowing that you’ll find his cock hard once again. “Now, there, treat yourself.” You say almost mocking him. His eyes stay focused on yours as his hand slowly and hesitantly moves towards his member. Your eyes meet his and you feel yourself drawn to his pretty eyes. You lean in and Mattheo’s eyes fall to your lips as his hand slowly strokes his dick. He was so turned on by you, but he barely dared to make a move, afraid that you would reject him if he didn’t play it right. 

Almost brushing his lips you halt and let your eyes fall down to his hand jerking his rather large size. You let your hand rest on his thigh, making him bite his lip. “You’re quite impressive.” You whisper and Mattheo grips his cock a little hard. You loved how needy he was for your praise, for you, but he hated how much control you had over him.

Theodore

You sit opposite of Theo and don’t see Blaise, but still roll your eyes. How dare he interrupt your tutoring session. Obviously your tutoring was more important than quidditch. Theo gathers his papers and you tilt your head, when he looks up at Blaise to say something you quickly move your leg. Theodore’s eyes widen as your elegant heels move between his thighs. Your tongue slowly wets your lips as the slytherin’s eyes meet yours. You notice how his chest heaves and you have to keep yourself from smirking, but you play it professional and look at him through your lashes. Blaise coughs as he waits for a response from his friend. “I can’t.” Theodore finally answers, but there’s a hint of reluctance in his voice. He hated giving into you, but he just could not help himself. He needed to stay and see if he had a chance with you. 

Blaise nods and disappears, making you smile proudly at Theodore. You don’t say anything and remove your high heels from between Theo’s legs, making him relax a bit. When he doesn’t return his attention to his pages but rather continues to stare at you, you get up from your seat and walk over to him. Your hands rest on his shoulder, massaging them gently before letting your hands slip down under his loosened shirt to his chest. “You really need to pass that transfiguration test so you better focus.” Your taunting whisper makes Theo lick his lip as his mind wanders to all the things he would rather do than focus.

When you still don’t get the right response you lean down so your lips brush his ear. “Be a good student. I like good students. If you work through all chapters by tonight you might earn yourself a reward.” You let a hand rest just above his belt as your other hand grabs his chin, making him face you. “Can you do that for me?” You're toying with him and he knows it, but he wants to be your toy so badly. The last bit of protest within Theo disappears and he nods. You let go of his pretty face and he returns to his summary. 

“If you’ve finished your summary, come find me so I can check it for you.” You say and quickly grab your stuff. “You’re leaving?” Theodore blurs and he gets flustered by how desperate he sounded. You chuckle. “Yes, I do things outside of tutoring, but you can come and find me in my dorm when your summary is done.” You turn on your heels and he watches your beautiful figure disappear, but as soon as you’re out of sight he starts working on his summary, eager to have it finished and see you again.

***

A knock on the door has you turn your head. Before you can say anything the door slowly opens to reveal Theodore and you smile when he shows you a small bundle of papers. “My summary.” He states still not entering your room, but rather leaning against the doorframe waiting for permission to enter. Theodore knew better than to go into a girl’s room without her invitation. He learned that from Pansy, the hard way. You're amused by his good behaviour and get up from your seat to take his summary. You flip through the pages and Theo watches you with anticipation. Your hair fell perfectly, your eyes were engaged with his sloppy handwriting and ever so gently you bit your plush bottom lip. He was about to adore the rest of your body, but you speak up and meet his eyes. “This is actually really thorough. I’m impressed.” A smug smile forms on Theodore lips, but as smug as he tries to act he’s blushing as well, touched by your compliment on his work. 

“If you put your mind to it, Theodore, you can get much better grades.” You continue and Theo chuckles. “I’m just rarely motivated, but you changed that.” You're surprised by his confidence, but you can’t deny that you like it. “Someone’s after his reward.” You quip and Theodore feels himself heat up. It was obvious there was no need to deny it, he wanted you and you both knew it. “You promised.” Theo says as he leans his head back a little in an attempt to look nonchalant about the whole situation.

You lay the papers down on your desk and side eye him before nodding as a silent invitation to enter, which he quickly does. He closes the door by pressing his back against his, eyes never leaving your body. His hungry eyes make you chuckle. “Just out of curiosity, what do you think you’re going to get for doing something as basic as writing a summary?” You elegantly walk over to him and seductively trace a finger over his chest. “I want a chance to dig my face between your legs.” Theo’s determined voice in combination with that phrase has your eyes widen. There’s a moment of silent tension as you stare deep into his eyes. “Don’t disappoint.” You tell him as you move your hand to his shoulder to guide him down to his knees.

Enzo

Your eyes slowly move from Blaise to Enzo who smiles bright at his friend, but shakes his head no. “Can’t, mate, I really gotta finish this or I won’t play at all.” Your eyes get all shiny when the slytherin’s eyes fall back to the books in front of him. When Blaise is far enough not to hear anything going on you scoot a little closer to Enzo. “I must say, I’m impressed at how dedicated you are to our tutoring sessions.” Enzo looks up to see your sweet smile focussed on him and he has to keep himself from drooling as his mouth parts a little. You purse your lips to keep yourself from laughing at how lost he is, staring at you. Eventually a soft laugh does escape your lips. “You know, if you keep studying like this you might get a reward.” Now Enzo’s jaw drops a little more and you can’t resist putting a finger under his chin to close his mouth. 

You hadn’t said anything about what this reward would be, but he sure as hell wasn’t thinking about cookies, then again neither were you. “If you work hard like the good boy you are, I’ll treat you to something sweet.” Lorenzo was unsure if it was your honey voice or the way you softly bit your lip, but his pants suddenly felt a little tighter and his heart was racing at an unhealthy pace. 

***

For weeks Enzo Berkshire had been the perfect student. Always on time for his tutoring lessons, working from start to finish, engaged with his work and his grades showed it. Yet the praise from the teachers or even the girls in his class, it all left him cold because he was only after one thing and that was the sweet reward you had promised him. Striptease, lapdance, blowjob, sex… just a piece of lingerie would be fine. Next lesson, probably… However, you had kept him waiting. Since there was never an exact agreement on when he would receive his reward, Enzo was left to guess and hope every week that this would be it. You on the other hand benefited from waiting for two reasons: Lorenzo was incredibly motivated and Lorenzo was insanely cute when he tried hinting at his reward, not really daring to ask for it.

You were surprised by how long he had played along, but he really couldn’t keep it to himself any longer. He was exploding of desire for you and the thought of getting anything from you as reward drove him mad. So he had to ask. Though the question didn’t come as a surprise, the timing was. 

You were explaining the importance of distance when using certain conjurations, when Enzo suddenly spook up. “I work hard. I’m a good student. I deserve my reward. I deserve you.” Your eyes move from the page you were pointing at to see a blushing Enzo stare at you. You sit a little straighter and Enzo swallows, terrified that his impatience had caused him to screw up with the prettiest witch to ever walk the earth. “What do you mean with that last bit, ‘I deserve you’?” A nervous chuckle leaves Lorenzo’s lips and he even starts fidgeting with his fingers, making you raise an eyebrow. He went from demanding daddy to whipped mamma’s boy real fast. “What I meant to say was… uhm… I deserve whatever you give me. I just forgot a few words there.” You smile at his nonsensical answer and react with a serious tone. “Exactly.” 

With a flick of your wrist the door slams shut and Enzo’s eyes stick to the classroom door as he realises he’s now completely alone in a room with you. While his face heats up, his blood rushes down. “You were cute trying to be all demanding.” You say as you move from your seat, Enzo watching you carefully. “I didn’t mean to come off too strong. I was just really excited for this-.” The teasing smile tugging on your lips when he said the word ‘exciting’ has Enzo falling silent. With another flick of your wrist Enzo’s chair turns towards you and he stares at you like a deer caught in headlights. “No doubt you’re excited.” You whisper, referring to the bulge in his pants. He feels like he’s about to lose consciousness when you slowly go down on your knees in front of him. He doesn’t move and he almost forgets to breathe as your perfect hands unbuckle his belt. 

Him moving up to help you lower his pants was instinct, because you had turned his mind to mush, his eyes drowning in yours. As soon as you start jerking his dick his moans fill the room, making you wonder what sounds he’ll make once you have him in your mouth.

Whimpers, is what filled the room when your tongue teased his tip, and cries when you finally move to take his member deep. You had him begging in a matter of seconds and you loved the control as much as you were starting to love Enzo. 

[yourfatherlucifer]

Young God (PSH)

Angel!Seonghwa x afab!reader

Summary: "Y'know my tongue is a weapon. There's a light in the crack that's separating your thighs and if you wanna go to heaven, you should fuck me tonight."

Warnings: MDNI, oral (fem rec.), innocence corruption, overstim, crying, rough sex, dom!seonghwa, becoming a fallen angel, cursing, mentions of going to hell, biblical mentions.

AU: Angel

Genre: Smut

WC: 778

Rating; R

Nets: @wonderlandnet @kflixnet @cultofdionysusnet @k-labels @pirateeznet

Taglist: @k-hotchoisan @wooyoungqueen @stardragongalaxy

Song: Young God by Halsey

(this is the filthiest thing ive ever written omg)

PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR

"Oh, my pretty thing. My God created you perfectly, so perfect." His hand trailed down your face as you trembled beneath him, becoming to hot in your own clothes.

"Too bad I must corrupt you, for I have fallen for you." Seonghwa smirked, sitting up, removing himself from straddling your thighs.

"Seonghwa..what are you gonna do?" your own voice betrayed you as it cracked.

He smiled, "Well, if you wanna go to heaven, my pretty, you should fuck me tonight." His wings fluttered behind him, "though, I have a feeling, after I'm done with you, I'm sure neither of us will return to heaven. I am going to corrupt your pure soul."

Seonghwa leaned forward and ripped your shirt in half, staring at your still covered breasts, "tsk. such an annoying thing."

You gasped as he ripping your bra off as well, he wore a smirk the whole time.

How did you not see something as beautiful as Seonghwa, an angel, be so filthy, so corrupting? Something sculpted by God himself, but with the personality of a sex devil. Something whose white wings were huge and blinding.

Seonghwa could see the tears in your eyes building up, "My dear, do you not want this?" He leaned forward to wipe away your tears.

"I do, Seonghwa, I just - I've never done anything like this."

Seonghwa sighed, "I figured as much, darling, that is why I want it to be me who corrupts you. Not a human, not anyone or anything else. Me." His voice became authoritative, it was frightening but oh-so-hot.

He stopped caressing your face and moved down to your waist, pulling down your bottoms with the underwear.

You became nervous, what was was he going to do?

You could feel his hot breath hovering over your wet cunt, 'Y'know, Y/N, my tongue is my weapon after all. I'd say its like the serpent who corrupted Eve."

His two hands placed a strong grip on your thighs to keep them from moving, he was about to feast and didn't want you stopping him with them.

Seonghwa's nose brushed along your clit as his tongue tested the waters of your weeping hole.

You couldn't help but moan and arch your back at this feeling that is foreign, something you've never felt. Pleasure they called it. A new experience for you.

His tongue darted in and out of your hole, dragging itself along the rubbery walls, tears were pouring down your face, "Seonghwa!" You cried out.

He simply ignored you, wanting to stay with his meal. He let your hand fly to his hair, his wings flapping in response.

Seonghwa removed himself before you could ever cum, he wants to feel it around him.

You had whined in response when he moved away, "Why?"

"Patience."

He removed his white robe, letting it fall to ground below your bed.

His hard cock stood proudly, its tip already leaking in excitement, he was definitely well endowed.

Your eyes widened as you sat up, "Seonghwa, I- is that even gonna fit?"

He cackled, "Of course it will."

Seonghwa climbed back onto the bed, a smirk on his face, his black hair dangling in front of his eyes, which were now hooded and filled with pure lust. Something you should never see on a regular angel.

He stroked his cock in front of you, letting low moans fall from his mouth, "Fuck, I cannot wait to be inside of you, my pretty thing."

You waiting eagerly as he poked the tip to your entrance, pain began to spread throughout as his pushed his way in slowly.

The tears became a waterfall, "Seonghwa!"

"It's alright, I promise it'll be okay."

He waited until he could hear moans from you before he began to thrust into you, "Ah fuck!" Seonghwa pushed your legs to your chest as he arched his back to watch his fat cock disappear in and out of your hole.

His pace became faster, his rhythm much harder.

Your moans only encouraged him as he snapped his hips against the back of your thighs, "Fuck, you're squeezing me." He hissed.

"Seonghwa, something weird is happening!"

"That's it, baby, you're cumming, just for me. Cum around my angelic fat cock." He laughed, sticking his tongue out as his concentrated on his rhythm.

"And this, this is where you corrupt me, my dear." Seonghwa felt himself cumming, so he sped up, his cum splashing your walls.

He fell on top of you, but you noticed his once white wings were slowly turning black and disheveled, "Seonghwa, your wings.."

He chuckled in your ears, "You made me fall, looks like we're both going to hell."

[hanjisunglover]

pairing: boyfriend!Han Jisung x reader genre: smut warnings: oral receiving (f), pet names (sweetheart, good girl, love, pretty girl, exc..), eat cumming, biting kink, soft Dom!jisung, sub!reader.

from everything that jisung likes about you, your thighs are his favourite part. he doesn't care if they are thicker than his, or the way that they are just squeeze in your jeans, even better.

I know for sure that jisung was staring at them at the first date that you wear that jeans that just fit your waist perfectly but squeeze your thighs a little bit more than usual. but of course, he didn't say anything.

and then when the dates started to be sleepovers, it was about time. "may I ask you something y/n?" his voice arrive at your ears softly, like that inside him he's not ready to really ask you about this.

you move your gaze to his, finishing to fix your shirt, pulling it more down on your thighs, trying to cover them as much as possible, "you don't have to if you don't feel about that."

"shut - please. can, can I lay between your thighs?" You knew that was coming, the long stares at your legs during the dates, the casually caress on your thighs, that was pretty clear but you were too coward to ask for more. because you want more. "you want what?"

Jisung sigh. "can, can I lay between your thighs?" his eyes are on you, just looking carefully at your movements, the small change of position would make him go crazy, and then you just spread your thighs, to make room for him in the middle. You never had someone that loves your thighs as he does, never had a boyfriend to be honest, he was the first for everything.

With his brown doe eyes he just put himself between your thighs, his head on your stomach, your thighs on his shoulders and his hands start to massage it. That's it. you think, that's it.

You knows where this is gonna take, but you can't just stop yourself from stroking his black hair, his features relax under your touch, the whole room get quiet for a bit. But you can feel your cunt start to pulse for the feeling of having him this close of your pussy that makes you squeeze his head lightly. Jisung bite your inner thigh playfully, "what's wrong sweetheart?"

Moans leaves your mouth as he bites your thigh, the boy look up at you with his chubby red cheeks, "ugh, jisung it's hard when you are, right there."

"right where? — oh." As Jisung turn to look better at you his nose can smell your excitement, it's clear and strong, his arms slowly hugs your thighs, "do you want me to, do something for you love?"

You starts to whine, nodding and hoping that he's gonna do something and quick, because you can just can't keep it quiet. "yes please."

His big smile slowly get hide when his face get closer to your inner thigh, he start to leave slowly kisses, just some pecks in the area that he bites before, "fuck, saying please like a good girl, makes me hard."

You chuckles but then suddenly your breath catch your throat when his nose press against your panties, making your mind start to feel dizzy about it, "shit."

"na-ah babe, no bad words, you're too pure for that," jisung laugh quietly as he grab with his hands the sides of your panties, ready to take them off straight away. Your hand slowly reach down between your legs, moving aside your panties, showing your pussy to him, "I don't have enough patient for teasing Jisung, please."

Jisung cover his face a little with one hand as his cheeks get reddish, but he nod, moving your legs spread for him, "so impatient."

"yes I am, — just please."

"please what?" you groan feeling tears in your eyes for how badly you want him, and he notice, starting to stroke your thighs with his hands, leaving a light kiss on your clit, "I was just play around love, I'm gonna take good care of you." Jisung stick out his tongue, taking a slow taste of your excitement.

He moan softly of pleasure, he's not even touching himself, but your cunt it's making him already loosing it, "tasting amazing, amazing pussy for me," he murmurs as he close his eyes. He looks like a thirsty man, drinking from your hole as he never taste something that good.

Your hands between his hair, grabbing them and pulling them lightly when he touches the most sensitive spots around your clit, you can tell that the fact that he's a rapper and he can hold his breath for longer time that the others, works good on this. He just can't get enough, his tongue moves back and forward from your clit to your hole, his breath gets heavier.

"please cum in my tongue, wants everything you can give me," he mumble totally focus on his action, you gets shivers all over your body for his soft but firm licks. Jisung looks like he just want to do this for hours if you give him the chance to.

"fuck — sorry, baby, baby please I'm, 'm so close.." His tongue start to create circles around your clit, sucking it gently as he squeeze your thighs closer to his face, you follows his movements, squeezing your thighs around his face, making him moan against your cunt and you just can moan louder for the intensity.

Your legs start to shake a little, arching your back and all you can think it's jisung's skills in your pussy. Jisung suddenly open his eyes, for the first time since what feels for you hours of eating you out. He wants to see your expression when you cum on his face.

Closing your eyes, moving your head back as you give a last higher moan before cumming on his tongue, his mouth open as he's pulling your hips closer on his face, his eyes rolls at the taste of you. Too good to be true for him.

He move his tongue against your hole for the last time before moving back just enough to be away from your cunt, you're breathless as you look down at him, stroking his cheek with one of your hand, smiling weakly from the intense passion. "thank you ji." He let his head rest on your thigh, stroking your hips gently as he breath heavily.

"you're such a pretty girl, next time you're sitting in my face." Jisung says with such a cheeky smile, biting your inner thigh with a giggle, you moan contrary as you squeeze his head again with your thighs, "stop biting!"

"tasting too good to not do it."

author note: I just love jisung pussy drunk + thighs lover that was a need 🙏🏻🙏🏻

@imastraykidsfan

[tojigasm]

SAM PLS FEED US MORE JAKE ANGST💘

I was a little evil with this one, I admit 👩‍💻

Sometimes it's still vivid in his memory. How cold it was that day, the ash, and harbored screams. He could remember how hard it was to breathe through the thick chunks of grey that littered the forest and how raw his hands and wrists felt. Had Pandora ever had a cold day? He can't recall.

Neytiri doesn't come to him in times like this. Where he sits by the stacked forest flowers and pretty stones that you'd collected. She knows na'vi and human grief is settled differently in some, Jake is one of them.

You're still there, in his memory. He can make out your pretty smile and hair, the shape of your lips when you talk – though he can't hear your voice. He'd forgotten the sound of it some time ago.

In the past several days he finds your face foggy, clouded by blurs and features he can't quite make out in the midst of his memory.

Hes terrified of losing you again.

He still remembers how you were laughing and smiling right before the troops showed up and how quickly that changed everything.

The two of you had gotten separated when Eytukan and Mo'at had tied he and Grace up. Forced to watch you and Neytiri run into the forest in pure horror of your mate.

And he still remembers the way Neytiri looked at him in fear when he'd found her. Asking where you were.

You were so cold in his arms, a bloodied wound sunken deep into your side, your skin turned a shade of purple almost. You had died alone and cold and afraid. Without your mates and anyone to soothe you.

Jake doesn't think he's ever cried harder than when he lost you. He and Neytiri had sat with your body for hours, hoping maybe it was a shock spell and you'd wake up and he could get you to Norm and the healers.

You didn't wake up.

He hasn't seen you in the spirit of Eywa. The thought of seeing you so close and so far away might ruin him. Though he knows you must miss him, especially when all who visits is Neytiri.

So it's on a whim, when Neytiri and the kids have gone to sleep that he goes to the spirit tree. Stroking his hands over the delicate branches and letting himself bask in the gentle air.

When he does connect, he sees you. Not the foggy memory he's made, but you.

He recognizes this memory. The sounds of the creak and the cooes of animals in the forest. It was the day you'd found out you were pregnant.

Your giggles are what draw him in, pulling him to kneel beside your seated form.

"Jake!" You squeal when you notice him, wrapping your arms around him, "Where have you been? I have something exciting to tell you!"

Jake tears at that, stroking a hand down your soft back, "m'sorry, kid. I've been busy." He pulls away to cup your cheeks in his hands.

"Oh... well that's okay," you're back to smiling, holding your small hands over his large ones, "why're you crying?"

Jake shakes his head for you to continue and you do, but not with out the signature eyebrow raise you'd give him whenever you'd think something was off.

It makes him chuckle momentarily, softening in the warmth of you, "you gonna tell me what's so exciting or am I gonna have to wait ti'll I'm fifty?" He jokes and you giggle, pulling one of his hands off of your cheek to rest on your tummy.

"M'pregnant." You look up at him so excitedly he feels his throat hitch with a sob. You were so happy and you had it ripped away from you only a few days after.

"you are?" He struggles and he knows you can tell. He blinks hot tears that roll over his striped cheeks and his hand shakes beneath yours.

"Are you okay–"

He cuts you off by pulling you into his arms, holding your heart over his own to hear it beat once more. Settling to keep you as close as he can before he has to leave. He feels you relax under him, pressing kisses to his skin.

Jake holds you like that for a while longer before pulling away and looking you over. Stroking his hands over your cheeks, he kisses the top of your head.

"Be good while m'gone, m'kay?" He keeps his hand on your chin and you nod with that pretty little smile. And he can't help but kiss you once more, whispering "that's my sweet girl." before he's disconnected from you and left in the cool forest again.

He doesn't go back to the tree of Eywa for a while after that and he doesn't tell Neytiri. Though a part of him thinks she knows. Knows in the way she's more gentle with him, she's more relaxed about pushing him to go see you.

He settles on your memory again, thinking of you in small moments and letting the soft memory of your lips settle him.

And it's not until Jake and Neytiri pack and leave for the Metkayina that he wonders if he'll see you again and when a sinking feeling settles into his stomach it's that he realizes he probably won't.

[makeyoumine69]

18. "aw, it hurts? too bad. you're gonna keep taking it until i’m satisfied." btw- can you add this prompt to the Patrick catching the reader fingering herself request, if you dont mind,

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Every morning you loved to watch your husband work out; the way his buff muscles flexed awakened something primal in your gut and you couldn't help but bite your lips from the strong excitement.

That morning, you subtly snuck into his living room and found him doing stomach crunches, watching small drops of sweat outlining his solid body. You gasped but didn't dare to move as you stood in the doorway to his bedroom, feeling the tight knot forming in your lower abdomen.

Damn it, there was no way you could resist the carnal desire this man evoking.

After a while you were sprawled on his big bed, your legs spread wide as you played with your suddenly oversensitive bud, while another hand worked on your engorged nipple, rolling it and pinching it slightly. Fuck, you only watched him for a few minutes and that was enough to get you so turned on. Panting, you threw your head back on the pillows — the faster the strokes became, the harder it was for you to keep quiet, not to mention when you pushed two fingers into your wet pussy.

You were sure that your heavy breathing would soon be heard in every room of his apartment, but you didn't care as your orgasm was about to wash over you like huge tidal waves.

"Why am I not surprised that a slut like you can't even wait until I've finished my workout?"

Patrick's raspy voice bounced off the walls of the room and as you leaned up on your elbows you saw him standing across the bed with his hands clasped over his chest.

Panting, he brushed away his sweaty curls and groaned: "Don't stop now, kitten."

"Patrick…" Was all you could manage to mutter, your fingers still buried deep inside your blushing slit.

You couldn't help but open your legs even wider so that he could see you fingering yourself with a slick, nasty sound. Closing your eyes, you didn't notice him climbing onto the bed beside you as you sank into the ocean of pleasure, but it still wasn't enough. And Bateman knew it, so he groped your tits through your short top, squeezing them one by one before grabbing your hand and making you pull your fingers out of your pussy.

"Mmm, w-what are you doing?" You whimpered from the feeling of emptiness.

"Let me show you how to do it right," he crooned into your ear, pulling you closer to his heated, huge frame. "If it were my fingers, you would have cum several times by now."

"That's very arrogant of you to say that and -"

Patrick didn't let you finish your statement as he shoved his thumb into your mouth while his skilful fingers worked their way down to your soaked cleft. All you could do was squeal pitifully as Bateman finally reached your dripping entrance; at first, he only inserted one digit, but then he added two at once, forcing you to squirm in the sheets as he found your spongy G-spot too damn quickly.

"See?" He chuckled mockingly as he began to curl and twist his fingers in perfect rhythm. "Already clenching."

You didn't even want to argue with him that you were already aroused before he got here, all you could think about now was his thin fingers stimulating your most sensitive spot so deliciously that you thought you were going to bite his thumb until the blood ran out.

"Ahh…mhm!" Your miserable attempts to moan through his thumb only amused him and encouraged him to finger fuck you even faster, rougher and deeper.

"Awww, it hurts? Too bad, you're going to take it until I'm done with you!" Patrick growled loudly into your ear and slid his thumb further into your mouth, almost scratching your throat.

This wild cocktail of pleasure and pain made your head spin as if you had drunk a bottle of whisky. With a smug grin, Bateman kept pumping your throbbing pussy until he felt your inner muscles encasing his fingers so tightly that he let out a cheeky chuckle, but he never stopped fingering you:

"Awww, I like those cute little sounds you make when you cum," he murmured, holding you possessively in his strong arms as you trembled too uncontrollably. "You should be grateful that I haven't punished you for touching yourself without my permission, my bratty girl."

Patrick was mostly speaking to himself, as you couldn't even form a word at that moment, your inner channel still spasming vigorously around his fingers, and you didn't even notice what a wet mess you made around you, because you simply were not there.

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We can still be friends

CW: g!p, smut, blowjob, short. Very short, r gets friend zoned

SMUT BELOW THE CUT

I have never been high before.  And I know that's probably a surprise when it's coming from the best friend of a girl that gets high almost every day! But I've just never thought about it.  Until today of course...

Vada and I were passing a joint  back and forth while she giggled at something I was saying. It was funny seeing her like this. Her hair was in a bun, she had on an orange sweater with some grey sweatpants. she looks so cute!

I'm glad I could finally see her relaxed like this after all the shit she endured from the shooting.  Actually, that's how we met! we hod in a bathroom stall together when there was some dumbass with a gun at our school.

we're both mostly over it now but sometimes when I hear fireworks it just triggers a trauma response in my head and I think it's happening all over again...

but that's enough about that topic... I need to be relaxing.  that's why I'm trying weed anyway! she told me it would help me relax. so here I am.  smoking weed with my best friend that I admittedly have a little crush on...

she doesn't know that though.  and she certainly doesn't have to.

"Have you ever given someone a blowjob?" Vada  asked with a sly smile while passing another puff of smoke into her mouth and then exhaling through her nose.  She looked so beautiful with her lips slightly parted...  and that stupid grin on her face.

I nearly choked on the smoke I had inhaled from the blunt.  "wha..." I sputtered while coughing violently. I hadn't expected her to ask me that!

"have you...?" I  asked her back, hoping I didn't sound as flustered as I felt.

"what? no! I am so awkward..."  she laughed at herself. "I'm surprised you haven't! you're like... the fuck princess!"

I let out a laugh too. "what does that mean?'

"You know! the fuck princess!"

"well, that's on me I guess.  never assume." Vada  just shrugged and rolled her eyes.  I couldn't stop laughing. 

"well actually I was gonna say... you wanna try it?" Vadas question made me confused... she doesn't have a dick! how could I try it?

"how? I mean neither of us have a dick right?" 

she smirked again. "you sure? because I do." I tried not to react, but I could feel the heat rising up my cheeks.  "if you don't want to don't want to push you into anything you don't want to do but-"

she cut off her own ramblings when she realized I wasn't responding anymore.  instead, I was staring at her with wide eyes.  "is that a yes?"

  she asked nervously. "because I really wouldn't mind if you said no. I know I can get kind of forward."

"yes," I replied without hesitation.

She grinned widely and pulled me closer by my shirt.  she leaned in and pressed her soft lips against mine. I returned the kiss eagerly and  wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her body tightly against mine.   She moaned quietly and  started to move her hands along my body, slowly sliding them down my torso.

I responded by grinding my hips against hers.  she pulled away  for a moment and stared at her lap.  I followed her gaze and saw her hard  cock straining against her sweatpants.

"Fuck... I'm sorry I'm just excited..."  she whispered . 

"don't be sorry..." I replied before tugging on the waistband of her sweats  and pushing them down to her thighs. My hands immediately went to the bulge that sat directly under her boxers.

I palmed it gently, stroking the skin underneath. I have no clue how to do this... I've never touched a dick before!

I pulled down vada's boxers  completely, revealing her huge cock... fuck.  how am I supposed to do this?

I  hesitated, thinking about what to do next.  but then she groaned and grabbed my shoulders, urging me to take her cock into my mouth . I did what she wanted, running my tongue along its length until I reached the tip.

Vada moaned softly, grabbing a good handful of my hair and  pulling it roughly, making me yelp loudly.  I quickly  took her cock into my mouth and  began to bob my head up and down,  slowly stroking the part I can't fit in my mouth.

I have no clue what to  do.  I want to make her cum but how do I do that?  I guess I'll just figure it out sooner or later.

a moaned again and pulled my hair even more harshly than before. I winced but continued .  after a few minutes her moans turned to gasps and whimpers of pleasure.

I felt Vada's hips buck involuntarily  against my mouth causing me to gag .  "shit" she whimpered softly. "I - " then she stopped and bit her lip lightly, closing her eyes briefly. "fuckkkkkkk" she hissed. 

I then felt Vada tense up and let out a sharp gasp before  she came undone in my mouth. I somehow swallowed everything in one try.  my throat burns and my mouth tastes gross but it's worth it.

"Is this gonna... ruin our friendship?" I  asked timidly. "Yeah... we can still be friends."

[xomakara]

Talk Dirty to Me

SUMMARY |  You're needy and horny but your boyfriend Renjun is on tour. You both decide on phone sex and you're begging him to come home to you. PAIRINGS | Renjun/Fem!Reader GENRE |  filty, filthy smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, fingering, phone sex, masturbation RATING |  Mature LENGTH |  2,214 words AUTHOR’S NOTE |  I am on a roll with these one shots. Enjoy!

“Renjun,” you said into the phone. You were talking to your boyfriend as he was on tour with the other members. “I miss you and I need you.”

He was in his dressing room when he heard your voice, and he really wanted to catch the next flight to Seoul to come back home to you. It was late and the stage lights made it hard for him to see who was calling, but he still picked up. He wanted to hear your voice and make sure you were okay.

“You know what I want, right?” you asked.

You waited a few moments before speaking again, taking your time and making him wait just as much as you needed to be touched by him. Your words held no hint of sleepiness or annoyance; they held the same longing for sex as his did.

“I love you so fucking much. But I also need you. And I can’t stand being apart from you. So…when are you getting back?”

The silence after your question hung heavily between you both. His voice cracked slightly.

“Tomorrow,” he said.

“Okay, good. Good. Because I can’t wait anymore. Renjun, come fuck me, please.”

He laughed quietly into the phone. "So phone sex, baby?"

"Uh huh." You sighed. "Are you alone right now?"

"Yeah, I just got back to my hotel room." Renjun said. "I got lucky to have my own room tonight."

"Mmmm, then talk dirty to me, Renjun." You said. "Make me cum over the phone."

"Baby…" he moaned into the phone. He stroked himself while imagining how you were riding him. "What do you want me to do to you? I can't wait to feel you underneath me, wrapping your legs around my waist, digging your nails into my skin. I'm gonna pound you, baby, you're gonna beg me to stop."

You pressed your hand against your stomach as he spoke. You felt yourself tighten at the thought of him inside you.

"Tell me you want me," he said. "Say it out loud, baby."

Your breathing increased and your breasts hardened, nipples stretching taut against your blouse.

"Yes," you whispered, moaning into the phone. "Oh god, yes, I need you."

"Tell me you want me to touch you, baby." Renjun's voice went soft.

You whimpered and clutched the phone tighter, trembling.

"Touch yourself for me," he said, his voice rough. "Show me what you want me to do to you."

His command gave you new strength. With your free hand, you slid down the zipper of your skirt and pulled it down slowly. You fumbled with the button on your blouse until finally, one fell open.

Your heart raced as your fingertips caressed the bare skin of your thighs. They traveled further and you spread your legs wider as your breath became more ragged. Your pussy throbbed with excitement. It ached for Renjun's touch.

Your fingers moved quickly over your body, feeling every inch of it. Every sense came alive, your mouth tasting like honey and sweat, your ears straining to hear his every word.

"Tell me you love my dick," Renjun groaned. "Are you wet?"

"Oh god," you gasped, your hips rising involuntarily. "Just hearing you say those words makes me wetter than I've ever been."

"Tell me you need my dick, baby. Tell me what you want to do to me. Let me know how badly you need me."

His words only encouraged you more. You reached your fingers beneath your panties and slipped them aside. Your swollen lips opened slightly, begging for Renjun's attention. Your clitoris swelled beneath the fabric of your cotton underwear. As soon as your hand touched your soaked flesh, you moaned loudly into the phone.

"Fuck, Renjun," you cried. "I need your cock. I want you to fuck me hard, fill me up. Please, fuck me."

As soon as you finished your sentence, your legs tightened together. You came almost immediately, grinding your crotch against your hand. You clung to the phone and ground yourself against it, willing yourself to continue to orgasm even though your orgasm had subsided. You didn't want this call to end yet, and you weren't ready to give up.

"Good girl," Renjun moaned. "Don't worry, you'll get your fucking reward soon enough. Wait for me, baby."

His words sent another wave of pleasure through you, and you felt yourself clenching again. This time you would make sure you wouldn't be able to stop. This time, you'd hold onto the pleasure long enough to make Renjun feel guilty if he tried to leave without giving you everything you wanted.

"Do you want to ask me for something?"

"I need you to come home, please." You panted. "Now."

He laughed softly. "But I told you I wasn't leaving yet."

"Please, I really need you here," you begged. "I don't care about anything else right now. Come home and fuck me."

There was silence on the other end. Renjun waited patiently for you to finish.

Finally, he chuckled.

"Patience baby," he said. "I'll be home tomorrow morning."

The sound came through the phone like music to your ears. The promise of his arrival echoed in your head. It was all you could think about as you drifted off to sleep, thinking of the first thing he'd do when he saw you, knowing that it would make you smile. Knowing that he would take you in his arms and kiss you until you forgot everything else existed.

"Goodnight, baby," Renjun said. "Love you."

"I love you too," you whispered into the phone, closing your eyes and smiling as you pictured him kissing you gently on the lips.

When he arrived home the next day, you were waiting for him, naked in bed. Your fingers lightly traced the lines of your body. You were ready to welcome him with your naked body, just as you always did. Just like he knew you would be.

"Renjun," you murmured.

He walked towards the bed slowly. There was a new confidence in his step that hadn't been there before. The knowledge that he would be staying with you for longer than usual brought him joy and peace. That was all he could think about as he stood over you, staring at your beauty lying there.

"Renjun," you repeated, touching his face with your hands.

"Baby, I'm home." He smiled. "And I'm not going anywhere."

"God, I missed you," you breathed, gazing into his eyes.

He bent down and kissed you gently on the lips. You felt yourself relax and your arms wrap around his neck.

"I've been thinking about you all night," he murmured into your ear. "All day."

"Me too," you whispered, pressing your cheek against his chest.

"Let's go to bed, baby." He smiled.

"I need you."

You helped him remove his clothes. Both of you were eager to be joined together once again, skin to skin, bodies intertwined. You'd been thinking about this moment for so long, and now that it was finally happening, you couldn't keep the smile from spreading across your face.

Renjun climbed into bed and pulled you close to him. His erection pushed into you gently.

"I missed you, babe." He said. "I really missed you."

"I missed you too." You squeezed him tightly.

He wrapped his arms around you and kissed you tenderly. You rolled onto your side and pressed your body against his. He continued to stroke you and kissed your neck, the curve of your shoulder. When he reached your breast, you parted your legs slightly and rubbed against him. You let your fingers play with his hair as he gently kissed your collarbone.

After a while, he lay on top of you, kissing your face softly and running his fingers over your smooth skin.

"Can I tell you a secret?" he whispered.

"Of course," you said.

"I've been having fantasies about you all day. Fantasies about you, sucking me off, swallowing my load, letting me watch you swallow my cum."

"Ohhh," you moaned, gripping the sheets beneath you. "Is that so?"

"You look so beautiful when you suck my dick," he said, running his hand down your body.

"Hmm." You stroked his arm. "That sounds very hot."

"It is," he said. "Seeing you take my dick in your mouth makes me so horny. Seeing your throat flexing as you gag, seeing you try to breathe. Oh, baby, it gets me so excited."

You shifted under him so you could touch his bare skin. His fingers ran down your leg, tracing the curves of your thighs. Your skin shivered at his touch.

"What are you doing, baby?" he asked, leaning down to kiss your shoulder.

"Nothing," you said, grinning. "Talk dirty to me, Renjun."

He grinned and stared at your face for a moment. His expression turned serious.

"Babe," he began, "I wanna fuck you real bad."

You laughed softly. "I'm sure you do."

"Not nearly as much as you want me to fuck you."

"You're such a tease," you said, pushing his shoulders away from you.

He chuckled and looked down at you. Your eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Are you going to make me work for it?" he asked.

"Yes," you replied.

His smile grew wider. "Well then, are you ready to get fucked by your boyfriend?"

"You bet," you purred, sliding your hands up his chest and into his hair.

"If you're such a good girl," he said, slipping two fingers between your legs, "then maybe I'll make you cum."

He thrust his fingers inside of you, eliciting a gasp from you.

"Ohh, baby, I love making you moan." He growled.

"You have no idea how bad I want to fuck you." He slipped his fingers out of you and leaned down to nibble on your nipple.

"Oh god," you moaned, moving your hips against him. "You can do whatever you want to me."

"Yeah? What would you like me to do to you?"

You smiled. You wanted him to eat your pussy, but you also wanted him to show you how badly he wanted you. How desperate he was to fuck you.

"You know exactly what I want," you whispered. "Make me yours, Renjun."

His hands grabbed both of your ass cheeks, squeezing them roughly.

"Yes, ma'am," he said. "You will definitely be mine."

He lifted you onto his lap, pinning your hands above your head. You struggled against him, unable to break free. Then, with a low groan, he drove himself into you. You gripped his forearms and threw your head back, closing your eyes and enjoying the way he filled you. He fucked you hard, thrusting into you as fast and as deep as he could. You came hard, moaning as you did so.

He kept fucking you, continuing to drive himself deeper.

He buried his face in your neck, breathing deeply.

"So wet," he muttered. "Your pussy is soaking."

"Renjun, I-"

"Shh," he said. "Let me hear you."

"I..." You swallowed. "...love...you..."

He continued to pound into you, slowly building up speed. His thrusts became faster, harder, sending ripples of pleasure through you. With each thrust, you felt more satisfied. More fulfilled. More loved.

He came suddenly, filling you with his seed.

"Ahhhh," you moaned. "I love you, Renjun."

"Say it again," he grunted, driving into you once more.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I love you, Renjun."

"Fuck yes," he gasped. "I love you so much."

He kept fucking you until you started to get tired.

"Cum with me, babe," he whispered. "Cum with me one last time."

"Renjun," you gasped. "I love you. I love you."

You felt him pulsating inside of you. He fell over you, still holding you tightly in his arms. You hugged him tightly, letting your breasts press against his chest. His breath was hot on your face. You could feel his heart beating quickly against your cheek. His lips brushed against your forehead.

"I love you, Renjun," you whispered. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, babe." He whispered back.

He held you tightly for a while, whispering into your hair, telling you things that only you needed to hear. Things that made you feel warm and happy and safe. Things that let you forget all the stress that had been piling up since you'd met Renjun. For a few moments, nothing else existed. No worries. No problems. Just you and Renjun, entwined in each other's arms.

You never wanted this moment to end.

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Be a good girl.

(Toji x Reader, soft dom, established relationship)

Toji and you have been in a relationship for a year now. You love him as much as he loves you. Lately, Toji has been busy due to his work and couldn't pay attention at you.

You're worried. You miss his voice. His touch. You miss him.

You've decided to talk about it since you both will be hanging out at his place tonight. You're firm about it and decided not to get emotional. You decided to wear a casual red dress and head out. By now, you arrive at his apartment and ring the bell. You close your eyes and tell yourself "It's okay, we're gonna talk this out" and hear the door open. You see Toji shirtless and grey sweatpants. Yum.

Your eyes meet. His eyes trail your body and he looks into your eyes again.

"I'm glad you're early, I am starving"

Toji whispers in your ear as he leans in to hug you.

I guess he has other plans tonight.

You follow him as you enter the apartment. You are familiar with it since you've been here a few times. But today, you're nervous. You feel butterflies in your stomach and your breath won't calm down.

He asked you to take a seat on the couch, as he heads towards the kitchen.

Meanwhile, you're a mess. already. The interaction at the door has made your mind foggy and all you can think is what did he mean by that. I am starving.

"Fuck" you say with a low voice, as you think about it.

Toji arrives with wine glasses and he hands one to you. He takes a sip of wine as he sits beside you. You start to feel nervous again. Today feels different. Maybe because you're seeing him after a long time. But it is enough to make you scream internally and summersault in your stomach.

You take a sip of wine and look at him, "Hi. I missed you."

As these words leave your mouth, a storm of feelings rush in. You remember what you came here for. He keeps the glass on the table and looks at you. He takes a minute to read the expression on your face and then moves forward to cup your face with his hand.

" I missed you more, baby"

"You have no idea how much I missed you. I kept thinking about you and the things I wanted to do to you. With you."

He rubs his thumb against your cheeks, caressing as if he's apologizing for being busy all this time. You look into his eyes and see how much he cares about you. He really missed you.

He continues,

Your breath hitches as you hear him say that. You smile. Act normal. You already feel yourself clench at his words.

" I'm happy you showed up today. I have special plans for us tonight.

I bet you'll enjoy" He smirks.

"What plans?" You ask knowing very well how dirty your thoughts might get.

" You'll know now " he takes the glass from your hand and keeps it on the table.

He holds your hand and pulls you towards him. You get excited. He leans in for a kiss, but your lips don't touch. Yet. Soon you realise, he's teasing you. He smiles and says

" I like seeing you needy for me. I love it."

Toji pulls you on his lap. You're now above him and he's holding your waist.

" How about you call me daddy princess?"

You're blushing red by his words. You feel yourself getting wet.

"Daddy"

"Daddy" you whisper and he surprises you by biting your lip.

"Loud and clear" he looks desperate now. He wants you to say it desperately.

He kisses your forehead and whispers,

you say much louder this time. You're shy and bury your face in his chest.

" Aw, my sweet lil baby" he says stroking your hair.

"Now, Be a good girl for daddy."

[bbyquokka]

heyy!! i hope u are okay <3

i was watching jisung's mcountdown s-class fancam and i came here to cry about his tummy😭 i have such a weakness for jisung's cute tummy and his thin waist... i mean i could spend hours just kissing and caressing and loving his little cute tummy AAAAAGHHHH i can even imagine jisung gasping when you kiss his belly while your hands roamed his waist and torso. he puts his hands in your hair and hesitates between pulling back and pressing harder 😖😖😖 okay okay okaaaayyy i'm leaving right now or i'm gonna faint

butterfly kisses

SUGGESTIVE THEMES BELOW CUT – MINORS, AGELESS & DEFAULT BLOGS; DNI

warning: gn reader, established relationship, idol au, hair pulling, suggestive content, pet names, lots and lots of kisses, babygirl jisung. words: 0.6k ~ (657)

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“baby.. it tickles.” jisung's soft giggles ring in your ears. you hum softly as you look up at him through your lashes.

“want me to stop?”

“no..”

something about the way your boyfriend is looking down at you, his bright, wide eyes watching your every move, sends shivers down your spine. his naked chest on display, the only piece of clothing that rests on his body are his grey boxer shorts that cling to him in the most sinful yet delicious way.

a neatly trimmed happy trail disappearing below the waistband. his soft skin feeling hot to the touch as you plant delicate kisses on his chest and abdomen.

something about the hazy moonlight that's peaking through the gap of the hotel curtains makes the moment more special. the mattress dipping at the knees as the silk hotel sheets stroke and caress your skin.

jisung's hair fanned out against the fluffy pillows, a small pinch between the brows as he chews his plump bottom lip. the cute pink blush that's happily resting on his cheeks matches the colour of his perky nipples.

your hair tickles his skin as you trail your lips along his chest. your warm hands stroking and caressing his baby soft skin, leaving trails of fire behind.

“you're so beautiful, ji.” you whisper. “the most beautiful man i have ever seen.”

“you're going to make me blush.” jisung squeaks, his stomach filling with excitement as butterflies swirl around in it. you give him a simple hum of acknowledgement as you continue to attack his chest with kisses.

“you did so well today sungie. i'm so proud of you.”

“you are?”

“of course i am baby! you did amazing on stage. i'm always proud of you and proud of everything you have achieved and become!”

“thank you, yn..” as your fingertips delicately dance along his sides, goosebumps appearing on his skin to say hello, you move upwards to kiss his neck.

jisung muffles a soft moan as he tilts his head to the side to allow more access for you. you plant delicate kisses on his neck being careful not to leave marks, no matter how tempting it is.

“yn..” jisung softly moans, his hands gripping and bundling the hotel sheets in his hands. you hold onto his tiny waist, stroking it slowly with the pad of your thumb.

“i love you, han jisung.”

“yn..”

“i love you so fucking much. it feels like my heart is going to burst.”

with every word, every compliment and every touch from you, jisung's body and soul feels alive. his eyes welling with tears as he listens to you usher the three most deadliest yet beautiful words to him over and over again.

tears roll down his soft cheeks as he sniffles. you chuckle softly as you lean up to kiss his tears away. he laughs softly as you kiss his forehead, cheeks, eyelids, bridge of his nose, the tip of his nose before kissing his lips softly and delicately.

you pull after, trailing your lips along his jawline, neck and chest. butterfly kisses sit on his skin, fire burns in his stomach as his heart thumps over and over again against his rip cage.

a sudden whimper and gasps escapes his lips as you kiss his tummy. you kiss above the waistband of his boxer shorts, jisung holding his breath as he watches you. you hold onto his thighs, squeezing them as you eagerly watch him.

“yn.. please, you're teasing me at this point. i can't take much more.”

“you're such a good boy, ji.” you coo. you feel his hands rake through your hair, burying and massaging your scalp before suddenly gripping it and tugging gently.

you let out a soft groan before smirking at your flustered boyfriend.

“sorry! i didn't me–”

“oh. so it's like that then, huh?” you hum as you hook your fingers under his waistband. “ok, i see how it is, babygirl.”

note: ok look, i can explain. i know this wasnt a thought of any kind but like, it got me thinking back to his outfit and his tummy and his waist and JUST EVERYTHING ELSE. i had to, im sorry :((

tags (open): @sstarryoong ; @myprwttyhan ; @septicrebel ; @alyszaen ; @writerracha ; @hyunluvxo ; @aestheticsluut ; @xcookiemonsteer ; @telesvng

[whiskeynwriting]

I can’t help but imagining jack and baby cakes getting a tiny little cowboy hat for their baby

This is seriously such a cute idea, omg

A Blessing

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader

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Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, daddy kink (what’s new), breeding kink (ooh this is new), lactation kink (this is new too!), talk of pregnancy, unprotected vaginal sex, soft dom daddy whiskey, very brief mentions of loss/death

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A/N: I'm so in love with him I can't stand it.

Not beta-read, read at your own risk my friends

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In your opinion, there wasn’t a better way to tell him. After you found out yourself, it was only a matter of time before he found out, too. And you didn’t want it to be by accident, and you didn’t want him to wait. The moment just flowed so freely, his words sparking something inside of you.

“From now on, sugar,” When he looked up into your eyes, your smaller frame sitting snugly on his lap, you were able to see everything. Every bit of your husband’s love and genuine care on display. “It’s just you and me.” 

Swallowing, you felt your anxiety fizzle through your veins, excitement and worry all wrapped into one. And he noticed your change in expression, his own now frowning a bit. “Well… maybe not just you and me.” 

Almost nervously, he laughs. Feeling unsure. “What do you mean? Teddy?”

Your new puppy is already asleep in his crate, though it pains you to see. You can’t wait until he’s old enough to sleep on the bed with you.

“No… not exactly.” Giggling nervously, you sigh, looking down. 

“Honey, what’s wrong?”

“Jack,” Looking back up into his eyes, you take a deep breath, deciding to be forward with him. “I’m pregnant, baby.”

Immediately, the muscles in his face drop, a look of tender shock washing over him. Slowly, his head moves back, getting a better look at you.

“No, you’re not.” He says blankly, eyes searching your own for any sense of hesitation.

Smiling brightly, you nod. “Yeah, I am.” 

“What, I mean, you…” Those warm brown eyes then drop down to your tummy, staring dumbly at you. “Really? Are you s-sure?” 

Internally, his heart is racing, throat going dry as he processes this. I’m gonna be a dad?

“Yes, baby. I’m sure. I took like ten tests.” You’re laughing now, hands holding his cheeks to lift his eyeline to you. “I told you I’d give you babies, honey.” 

“I can’t believe this.” All at once, his emotions hit the surface, a gentle wetness forming on his lower lashline. “Baby, oh my god.” 

Leaning forward, he wraps his arms around you, face resting against your chest. It’s a tight embrace, forcing your body against his. He can’t even describe all of the emotions he’s feeling right now. Something between pride and disbelief and gratitude and love. Always so much love for you.

“How, how far along are you?” Chuckling, he shakes his head, kissing your covered chest. “Babycakes, I can’t believe it. I can’t believe this.” 

“I’m not sure.” Lowering yourself, you turn, resting your cheek on the top of his head while stroking his hair. “No more than a few weeks; a little over a month, probably.” 

“Well, let’s schedule you a doctor’s appointment, sweetheart. Let’s make sure you’re okay, that everything is ready.”

“Ready?” You giggle, looking down at him. 

“Well, yeah! We gotta make sure they’re healthy, make sure you’re healthy. Figure out how far along you are and start planning. You know, I’ve always thought about a ranch-themed nursery.”

This time, a big-bellied laugh escapes you. “Of course you have.” 

“Honey, we’re gonna have a baby.” 

While the two of you have talked about kids before, he never really came to terms with the fact that it would happen again. Ever since losing his first wife Anna, and their unborn son Rhett, he didn’t think it was possible to be gifted such a blessing again. But here you are, giving him everything he could ever want, giving him the entire goddamn world. 

“I’ll always be here, sweetheart. I’ll always protect you, provide for you - you know that, don’t you?” Immediately, worry consumes him, worry and determination. He won’t let what happened to them happen to you. You’re the most precious thing he’s ever had, he won’t ever lose you. 

“Of course, I do.” Kissing the tip of his nose, you smile. “You made those promises to me on the day of our wedding. But I knew it before then, too.” 

Your husband then sighs, sucking in a deep breath shortly thereafter. He’s holding onto you like he’ll never let you go. And he never will. 

“I know this is obviously really soon, but…” 

Jack’s eyes are on you as you speak, his attention unwavering. He can’t believe you’re his wife, can’t believe you’re going to be the mother of his child.

“Do any names come to mind?” You’ve discussed names before, but you’re wondering if any stand out to him now.

He nods, smiling. “You know I like Henry and Jasper.” 

At this, you hum. You’ve always loved the name Henry, and have had a fondness for the name Jasper since he introduced it to you. “And for a girl?” 

“Rowan or Violet.” Jack says firmly, “I love those names.” This makes you grin; you’d introduced him to both of them.  

“Jack?”

“Hm?” He’s still gazing up at you, resting his chin gently on your chest. The expression on his handsome face is entirely lovestruck, in absolute awe of the vision of you. “What is it, baby?” His hands are caressing your back, fingers tracing small, delicate circles.

“I love you.”

“I love you more than anything, baby doll.” He looks like such a puppy right now, staring at you with an incredible amount of adoration. “I can’t believe you’re giving me a baby.”

Grinning excitedly, you whisper, “What do you want it to be?”

“I don’t care.” Comes his immediate answer, shaking his head briefly. “I don’t care at all, not a single bit, baby. I just want ‘em, want a little kid runnin’ around here that’s half you, half me.”

“Just one?” You tease, smiling. And you’re still running your fingers through his hair, heart beating profoundly.

“As many as you’ll let us have, honey.” He tells you wholeheartedly. And then he releases another breath, and quite dramatically. Dropping his head, he kisses your chest, more passionately this time. “Honey, you’re going to look so beautiful with our baby.” 

One of his hands then retracts, sliding over your pelvis, thumb brushing against your lower belly. Truly, he can’t wait to see it, your stunning body growing from his baby. He can’t believe you want this; if only he knew how proud you were to have it. What a blessing.

“You think so, daddy?” 

Something about the moment shifts from sweet to sensual, Jack’s mouth slowly moving over you. Mhm is all he says in response, mumbling against your chest. 

“You know,” He then says, that southern voice growing deep. “I was wondering why you weren’t drinkin’ tonight.” 

“Yeah, it’s because I’m carrying your baby.”

“Oh, honey.” Closing his eyes, he forces out a heavy breath. “Say it again.”

“What? That I have your baby in me?” It’s said in a teasing voice; you love how he’s responding to this. 

Lifting his head, he captures your lips in a passionate kiss, one you return with overt happiness. Jack is absolutely overjoyed to hear this, all of it. And if it’s even possible, it’s made him fall that much harder for you. 

“Babycakes,” Just like that, his hands are sliding down to your ass, gripping your firmly while he groans. Sliding his face over your clothed breasts, he coos quietly. “Daddy wants you.” 

“Yeah?”

Now that you’re thinking about it, tonight was the perfect time to tell him - on New Year’s Eve, on the one-year anniversary of your engagement. You swear, life with him is like a fairy tale. 

“Baby, come here.” Jack’s mouth has moved up to your neck, his hands securing themselves to the bottom of your thighs while he stands up. 

Lifting you with him, he revels in the way you cling to his body, holding onto the sturdiness of him. You can feel the muscles in his upper back and arms, your own wrapping around his neck. Your thighs squeeze his waist, feeling the broadness of his palms slide up to your ass. 

“You’re mine? Huh?” He asks, turning his head to kiss your cheek. 

After striding down the hall, he nudged open your bedroom door, now lowering you to the bed. But his body doesn’t leave you, it covers you, crawling over your smaller form. 

Breathing out a deep sigh, he gazes down at you, a predatory look in his eyes. “Say it.” 

“I’m yours.” Already, you feel drunk on him, on this new feeling. Reaching out, you hold his face. And because of your compliance, he leans into your hold, coming down to kiss you. 

“Oh, baby, let me love on you.” Turning his head, he rubs his forehead over your chin, a gentle and loving nudge. “Daddy wants to touch you.”

Right now, all he’s thinking about is the beauty of your body. You were a gorgeous thing before, and he never thought you could be more amazing than you already were. But somehow, you are. Somehow, you’ve managed to mesmerize him even more. 

You let him move you, let him do whatever he wants. Gentle hands remove your clothing, leaving you bare while he remains clothed. He’s not focusing on himself, he’s focusing on you. 

Jack’s strong hands run down your sides while he sighs, eyes trailing over your naked form. Immediately, he leans down, lips meeting your lower belly. He kisses you softly, humming happily, rubbing your hips while he does it.

“Baby…” He’s already being so sweet, you can’t wait to see how he acts when you really have a belly.

Reaching down, your fingers slide easily through his hair, Jack’s handsome face relaxed in contentment. He feels warm, touching you softly. To get closer to your skin he leans back, lifting his shirt from his body. And then he’s returning to you, face snuggling into the slope of your neck. His one arm keeps him up while his other lays over your body, keeping a hand on your tummy. 

“You’re my girl, honey.” The curve of his nose slides along your neck, knocking your head to the side ever so gently. “Say it to me.”

Smiling, you lift your hands, holding the sides of his face. “I’m your girl, baby.”

“That’s right, honey.” He’s smiling that gorgeous smile, the one that made you fall for him. “You’re so pretty, babycakes. So beautiful, you know that?”

“Mhm.” Nodding, you keep your grin, melting beneath his praise. 

“Then say it.” He softly demands, whispering into your ear. “Say it to me.”

“I’m pretty,” Jack grunts slightly when you don’t say it all, shaking his head against you. But it makes him happy when you complete the phrase. “I’m beautiful.”

“That’s my girl, my good girl. Say it to me, honey. Let me hear you say it - you’re my good girl.”

“I’m your good girl.” He’s never done this before, never made you repeat his praise. But he wants you to know it, wants you to say it until you truly believe it. Jack wants you to know how wonderful you truly are. 

The hand on your stomach lifts to your chest, touching you kindly. He cups you, massages you, turning his head to press those plush lips to your cheek. And he continues, going on for who knows how long, making you repeat his wonderful words and feeling pride bloom in his chest when you say them. 

You’re the love of my life. 

Your body is amazing

You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen

You’re the person that completes me

“I want you to know it, honey. I always want you to know it.” 

The love Jack gives you is on an entirely different level than the love you’ve received from others. It’s like you didn’t even know what love was before him. 

“Mm…” He hums, hand dropping from your chest to rub between your legs. “Sugar, you’re wet?”

“Yes, daddy.” You’re nodding, whining slightly, heart skipping in its beat. 

“You want me, baby? You want it?” He’s kissing your cheek again, sighing against you. “Because daddy wants you.” 

Nothing would make Jack happier in this moment than to claim you, to mark your body as his all over again. Spiritually, emotionally, physically, you're his. And he is yours.

Your words allow him to move easily, shifting his pants off his hips and down his legs until they’re discarded somewhere behind him. Jack’s body keeps you down, the warm skin of his chest pressing into your own. This is when he finally meets your lips, his hungry and passionate. Your husband swallows every sound you make, every moan and high whine as he positions himself to slide inside. 

“You’re so pretty like this.” His breaths are already hurried, speaking when he pushes himself into the space between your legs. “When you let me lay you back, when you let me take care of you…” 

“I always want you to.” Reaching for his shoulders, you cling to him, walls stretching around his girth. 

He’s moving so slow that it’s becoming agonizing, finally deciding to lift your hips to speed up the process. And it works, Jack’s punched-out gasp fanned across your face as he looks down at you, down at where the two of you connect.

“If you think I spoiled you before…” He says, grabbing onto your hip with a grin. “You have no idea what’s comin’.”

“I know you’ll always take care of me daddy,” Something emotional overcomes you, one hand lifting to cup his handsome face. “I need you.”

Instantly, he’s diving down, bringing himself back to you. He lets you hold him, both arms wrapping around his neck. Keeping his one hand on your hip, he begins a gradual pace, ducking himself into the crook of your neck to suck sensually on your skin. 

“Daddy, faster, please.”

Already, you’re whining for him, and he fucking loves it, he always has. You succumb so easily to him. Since the first night you saw him, you’ve been addicted. 

“Uh-uh,” Shaking his head, he keeps himself against your neck. “We’re gonna go at daddy’s pace. Don’t wanna hurt your body, baby.”

“Baby, I’m fine. I promise, I just, I want it.” You haven’t even had your first ultrasound yet and he’s already treating you like glass. 

Dropping his forehead to your chest, he groans. “You think you know what’s best?”

At this, you whimper, his simple words putting you back in your place. 

“You’ll do what daddy says, babycakes.” Shaking his head, he sighs, continuing to slide in and out of you at a gradual pace. “Don’t make me say it again.” 

Your tiny okay daddy prompts him to lift his head, praise floating from his lips as he leans in to kiss you. Opening his mouth, his tongue slides against your own, tasting you with a sense of urgency. The way he moves his mouth is entirely opposite to the rest of his body. He’s still going slow, the firm drag of him along your walls making you cry out for him. 

“Oh my god, baby. You’re so fucking sexy,” Jack is panting, his hips rutting into you repeatedly. And you’re still clinging to him, lifting your pelvis to meet his every thrust. 

Sliding your hand down his back, it lands on his ass, pushing him closer to you, urging him to dive deeper inside you. 

“You can’t do that.” Feeling your nails scratch down his back, he bares his teeth briefly, feeling a surge of adrenaline kick in. “I’m gonna cum too quick if you keep doing that.” He’s referring to the way you’re moving your hips, and the way you’re touching him.

“It’s okay, daddy. I want it,” Leaning in, you whisper to him, “I already have it.” 

“Oh, honey,” And just like that, he’s thinking about the pregnancy, about how beautiful you’ll look with your belly. “Will you let me lick you?”

“Hm?” 

His free hand rises to your chest again, gripping your left breast. “When these get big ‘n full…”

Those brown eyes then look down, gazing at your chest with a sense of hunger you’ve never seen before.

“Will you let me taste them?”

Fuck, you never even thought about that. It’s never been brought up before, Jack having any kind of lactation kink. But it makes sense, he does love your soft, plump chest. 

“Baby, that’s so sexy…” Watching him dive down, he sucks your nipple inside his mouth, moaning. “Yes, of course I will, daddy.” 

Just thinking about it makes him throb, his imagination pushing him to the edge. He can already picture it, your sensitive tits spilling from the nipple, leaking down your chest. It would taste so sweet, the milk dripping from you. He’d massage them in his warm, strong hands, squeezing more out of you. 

“Fuck me, sugar, I’m…” Pinching his eyes shut, he groans. “Jesus baby, I’m gonna cum.”

You’re not sure if you’re feeling sensitive from your early pregnancy or just from the moment, but you feel like you could cum, too. It didn’t always happen, experiencing your high solely from his length. But the way he’s fucking you right now is making your body shake. 

He bites into your shoulder, groaning, hips jerking harshly into the space between your legs. Jack lets you guide him, your hand on his ass pushing him in even deeper than he already is. With your other hand, you grip his hair, your body rolling up against his. The feeling of him spilling inside you is what does it, and it shocks you both, your orgasm riding through you in waves. And then Jack slides his hand up the bed, holding the back of your head and kissing the bruise he left. 

The way he cums is something else; it’s like it has a different purpose now. Holding your body close, he wraps both arms around you, thinking about the life the two of you have built. He’s never been more confident that you’re the one for him. 

Jack’s aftercare was always top tier, you’re truly blessed to have such a doting partner. After cleaning you, he brings you a clean set of pajamas, placing a pillow beneath your head. He knows your nighttime routine pretty well, so he brings you your hairbrush and a hair tie, watching you brush and then braid your hair. When you’re done, he puts everything back, returning to your side in no time. Smoothing his palm over your forehead, he kisses it, doing the same to your belly. And it makes you grin. He then jogs downstairs, grabbing your water bottle so he can fill it and also bring up some snacks. 

“You wanna watch somethin’, baby?” Setting your bottle on your nightstand, he sighs, grunting slightly as he rounds the bed to get situated on his side. “Brought you some fruit and popcorn.”

“Baby, you didn’t have to do that.” Smiling brightly at him, your eyes dazzle with admiration. 

But while you’re looking at him, he frowns, eyes narrowing. Darting slightly to the side, he looks at your phone screen, now grinning. 

“What’s that?” He asks, nodding at your phone. 

Turning your head, you look back at your Google search, cheeks burning from your grin. Looking back at him, you nibble on your corner lip. 

“What do you think about a tiny cowboy hat?”

[captainsophiestark]

For The Team

Ithan Holstrom x Reader

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Fandom: Crescent City

Summary: Ithan's new girlfriend is about to experience her first sunball game since she started dating one of the players, but they might have to establish some new traditions first

Word Count: 1,533

Category: Fluff, Humor

A/N: Requested by anon! Functionally a sequel to Presentation Problems and Nosy Best Friends, but it can also be read independently! Also this is just vaguely set in Crescent City, it doesn't fit very well at any specific point in the timeline lol

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I scanned the crowd anxiously, looking for any sign of my boyfriend. I was hoping to catch him before he went into the locker room, but there were so many people here for the first sunball game of the season that it was impossible to pick him out in the crowd, despite his height.

Something needed to be done about that.

I hopped up on the first rock I found, going onto my tiptoes for the best possible view. I could see better, but there were still so many people I couldn't pick out my boyfriend. I huffed, then decided to change tactics.

I weaved through the crowd of people until I got to the slightly less crowded tunnel to the locker room. Technically, nobody but players were allowed to come down this way, but right now I didn't care.

"Hey!"

I turned, a little worried I'd have to defend my presence to somebody, only to find my beaming boyfriend Ithan Holstrom heading my way.

"You're not allowed to be back here," he teased. I beamed back at him, rushing to close the short distance between us. Ithan wrapped his arms around my waist as soon as I was close enough, pulling me to him and kissing me deeply. I ran my hands through his hair as he moved me back until I gently hit the wall. I could've stayed like that forever, but after a few long moments, he pulled back.

"Sorry. I hate to cut this short, but I kinda need to go get ready for my game."

"I get it," I said, leaning up to kiss him again all the same. I pulled away more quickly than the first time, giving him a bright smile as I did. "For luck."

Ithan laughed, leaning in to rest his forehead against mine. He had an absolutely beaming smile on his face, which made my heart race.

"Are you excited?" I asked. "First game of the season and all?"

"Of course. I always am. But I'm even more excited that you're at this one."

I smiled. Ithan and I had just started dating a few months ago, and we'd met not long before that. This would be my first sunball game as his girlfriend, and I couldn't wait to cheer him on louder than anyone else in the crowd.

"Me too. You're gonna crush the other team."

"Thanks."

We shared a smile, and I let my hand come up to cup his jaw, lightly stroking my thumb across his cheek. He leaned into the touch, but after a few moments, he sighed.

"I need to go." I frowned, and he gave me a forehead kiss before taking a step away. "I do have a little surprise for you though. Stay here, I'll be right back."

I leaned against the wall as he turned and ducked into the locker room, biting my lip and trying not to give in to how giddy Ithan made me feel. As promised, he was back a second later with a bundle of red fabric in one hand. He grinned my favorite million-watt smile as he held it out to me.

"What's this?" I asked, laughing a little as I took it from him. I held it out in front of me and found myself holding Ithan's jersey, the color he wouldn't be wearing today.

"I thought you could wear it," he explained, rubbing at the back of his neck. "For luck."

"Of course I'll wear it! I love it." I beamed at him, then glanced quickly up and down the hallway. We were alone, at least for now, so I wasted no time whipping off my shirt and putting the jersey on in its place. When I looked at my boyfriend again, I saw him staring at me in awe, his mouth hanging slightly open. "You might wanna close your mouth, babe."

Ithan huffed a laugh, meeting my eyes with clear, shining love in his.

"Have I mentioned lately how much I absolutely love you?"

"Actually, yes," I laughed. "But I can always stand to hear it again."

"Well, I absolutely love you. And I'm so sorry, but I really do have to go now. My teammates are already giving me shit for being late when I left the first time."

"I know." I leaned in to give him one last kiss, my chest practically exploding with love for the male in front of me. I pulled back, beaming at him as I started backing down the hallway, towards the stands where our friends would be saving a seat for me. "I'll meet you on the field after your win!"

Ithan huffed a laugh. "I can't wait!"

I winked and blew him a kiss, then turned to finally head off to my seat. I was practically floating on cloud nine as I made my way through my fellow students to a spot in the front row.

"Finally!" My friends laughed as I squeezed in next to them. "What took you so long?"

"I know what took her so long. She was wishing Ithan good luck!"

Heat rose to my face and I looked down, fighting a smile, which was more than enough to confirm my friends' suspicions. They started laughing, teasing me good-naturedly, but thankfully the players took the field before they could really dig in.

The first sunball game of the season had officially begun.

I was fairly new to sunball in general, but that didn't stop me from screaming and cheering like a maniac for every second of the game. Ithan had given me a crash course on the rules when we watched a pro game a few weeks ago, and I picked up more and more as the game went on. I screamed every time we scored, every time we needed to disrupt the focus of the other team, and every time the refs made a bad call (or at least, one we didn't like). By the end of the game, my voice was almost gone, but it had been worth it.

We'd won.

As the last seconds ticked off the clock, I screamed with everything I had left, my voice breaking as I roared with the rest of the crowd. I wasted no time running down out of the bleachers with the rest of my friends in celebration, a whirlwind of people and emotions crashing like a wave onto the grass. The other team sulked off, giving us space to spread out and lose our minds.

I immediately started scanning for Ithan, trying to find him like I had before the game began amidst a now even rowdier crowd. And like last time, he found me, wrapping his arms around me tightly from behind and burying his face in my neck.

I laughed, not needing to turn around to know it was him. He kissed my cheek, then gave me enough space to face him, both of us beaming like fools.

"You won!" I cried, deliriously happy with him. His answering smile was as bright as the sun as he leaned in and kissed me for all he was worth.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, tangling them in his hair and deepening the kiss like we'd done outside the locker room. I heard some wolf whistles and shouts from our friends, but Ithan and I ignored them both. When we finally pulled apart, our eyes never left each other's, bright smiles still on both our faces.

"You're my good luck charm," Ithan declared. I laughed again and shook my head a little.

"What are you talking about?"

"All our scouting reports said we had no shot at winning this game. They destroyed us last season. The only difference today was I had you in the stands."

Warmth bloomed in my chest as I beamed up at my boyfriend.

"Well, I'm happy I could help." I paused, thinking for a minute, then fixed Ithan with a wicked grin. "...Does that mean we have to keep our pre-game ritual the same every time now?"

He matched my grin with one of his own. "Actually yeah, I'm pretty sure it does. It'd be bad luck to change things now, and I don't want to sacrifice the team's season."

"Oh, of course not. I need to make out with you in the locker room tunnel before every game from now on. For the sake of the team."

"For the sake of the team."

Ithan and I shared a smirk before his teammates and the rest of our friends got sick of letting us have our moment, instead pounding Ithan on the back in congratulations and shouting with the rest of us. My boyfriend just wrapped an arm around my waist and held me close as we let ourselves get swept up in the excitement of the rest of the crowd.

As we finally headed off the field together almost half an hour later, most of us headed for an immediate celebration party, Ithan leaned in and whispered just loud enough for me to hear, and no one else.

"So what's the final verdict on your first real sunball game?"

"I loved it. I'm now fully obsessed." I paused, turning to meet his eyes and give him a mischievous grin. "And I can't wait for the next game."

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[theplaid-wearingmoose]

Family Planning ~Namor x Reader smut for little-red-bone~

Namor says to the reader "Don’t run from me, Princess. You can take it.” they had sex all day because he refuses to stop until he's sure she is filled enough to get pregnant. 💦💦Maybe some aftercare where they talk about their future children.👉🏾👈🏾

Your legs were jelly, sweat dripped from your body, and a groan of exhaustion escaped you as you collapsed against the blankets once more. Your husband was insatiable but you knew what you signed up for when you married him.

You don't even know what had triggered his appetite for you this time. He'd left you early in the morning to attend some sort of meeting on the surface. Amicable relations with the Wakandans was still in the works. When he returned, he tore his diplomacy wear from his body and yanked the blanket from yours. You didn't even have much time to greet him or ask how it went before he was pushing your knees apart and pressing his body to yours. His skin was hot and his lips were soft as he pressed them to yours. His hands moved over your body, caressing every part he could reach. Your excited giggles quickly turned to moans as you melted into his touch. "In yakunaj, what has gotten into you?" You panted. He didn't even answer you, he just continued his assault on your neck and chest with his mouth.

Orgasm after orgasm later you were dripping with sweat and your lover's warm seed. You shifted further up on the bed, certain this round would have satisfied him. You moaned as you felt a hand wrap around your ankle. "And where do you think you're going?" You turned to meet your husband's sly grin. "Don't run from me, princesa. You have one more in you. I know you can take it." He purred. Your eyes fluttered closed as his hands ran back up your legs toward your dripping center. "K'uk'ulkan...please..I don't know that I can take anymore." He smirked and pulled you back down the bed. "I'm going to fill you to the brim, in reina. Make you pregnant with my children....I love you, my queen."

He dove back to your neck as he pushed himself inside you once more. You cried out as pleasure coursed through you. He held you to him as he thrust deeply inside you. Your nails dug into his skin as you clung to him. Already you could feel yourself coming apart. Wet sounds filled the room as he pushed his cum back inside you, not wanting to waste a drop. "Gonna fill you up, princesa...you'll look so beautiful when your belly is full with our children." You clenched around him and cried out, tears of pleasure prickling the corners of your eyes. "Y-yes! Fill me up, my K'uk'ulkan!!" You moaned. He let out a growl at your words and shoved himself harder into you. "I...I-I'm gonna c-cum again!" You cried. "Let go for me, in reina...cum for your king." He grunted.

Your back arched against his chest and your toes curled as you came once more around your husband's cock. You trembled and shook as you came down, whimpering softly when you felt him finish inside you yet again. He rolled beside you and pulled your trembling form to his chest. He began gently stroking your skin and you felt him press a gentle kiss to the top of your head. After a few minutes of silence and catching your breath, you lifted your head to look at him.

"You're really ready to have children with me?" You questioned. "Of course, in yakunaj. I think you will make a wonderful mother. That is, unless you do not think you are ready.." He replied, adding the last part with a tone of nervousness, much less confident than he was a few minutes before. "Of course I am, my love. I knew what I wanted when I married you. I know I am ready. I cannot wait to see our little ones." A wide grin spread across his face and he pulled you into a loving kiss. "I am glad to hear that, princesa. I cannot wait to see them either. They will be strong and tough warriors like their parents." He said, dreamily running his hand across your belly. You smiled and lay your head on his chest. Your fingers intertwined with his as you closed your eyes, dreaming of your future children with the love of your life.

[divine-misfortune]

your tags on crim’s dew packer post…. would you care to elaborate ? 👀

oh i am SO glad you asked!! I was actually going to throw these thoughts into Crim's ask box but I can put em here-

okay so? The packer post? T4T raindrop? Yeah. I have two different trains of thought here so please bear with me because I'm gonna be a little (very) rambly.

@crimsonclergy stop making me think weird things about raindrop :/ /j/j/j

On one hand? I love the idea of Rain feeding into Dew and all his bragging. He loves how flustered Dew gets, how his confidence wavers and he begins to stammer...Rain is obsessed with it, or maybe he's just obsessed with Dew, a little bit of both probably.

He'll kneel in front of him and nuzzle his cheek against the front of Dew's pants, make a show of mouthing him through the fabric. Cooing over how perfect his dick is, oh it's all for me isn't it baby?

Dew starts to lose his pride when stripped down out of his boxers because he isn't able to hide behind it but Rain's enthusiasm doesn't falter. He still instinctually goes to get the strap when Rain begs him to fuck him, but Rain tugs him back to bed when he gets up because no, he wants his cock.

Just slottng their hips together, a mess of slick and heat between their thighs. Dew's t-dick dragging between Rain's folds, occasionally catching against his twitching hole. Rain has this pleased look on his face, a kitten curl to his lips as he goes on and on about how good his cock feels. Dew just gets more and more red, can't even hide his face in his hands, they're occupied holding Rain in place. He still tries to avert his eyes because the look on Rain's face is too much. I'm sure Rain doesn't let him turn away long, guides his face back to look at him. Maybe he makes Dew stare at the place their bodies meet, watch how that big dick fucks him.

BUT on the other hand?

There's so much room for humiliation here.

Dew is so much talk, so arrogant. What if he can't deliver?

Rain's entertained him and his ramblings but he seems to get a little shy when Rain tries to make him back it up. He'll palm him through his pants and seem so excited by the idea of getting his hands on his that big cock...But Dew gets too flustered, always backs off, and Rain finds it funny. It's a game to him and he is winning

But backed against a wall, Dew can't shy away from Rain's excessive touching. The little bit of pressure from his packer pressing into him makes it hard to keep his composure. Rain plays it up, whines into his neck, pulls their bodies flush, tells him all about how bad he needs him until he has Dew in the palm of his hand.

The clothes come off and Rain's expression twists. Confusion and dissapointment as he sits between Dew's spread legs. He strokes his fingers over his fattened clit and frowns when Dew gasps over the light touches.

"You call this big?"

And Dew stammers.

"Oh sweetheart, look at you...So small and sensitive," he almost sounds pitying as he strokes his clit between his thumb and forefinger. "I thought you were gonna use my mouth, make me gag on it, but its so little...I'm not even sure you could fuck me with it."

Dew argues, or tries to. Rain seems bored as he idly plays with him.

"You wanted to fuck me, didn't you baby?"

He flushes darker somehow and nods which makes Rain perk up a little.

Before Dew knows it, Rain's wrangled him into a harness, some ridiculously sized dildo held in place. And Rain sinks down on it with an exaggerated sigh of relief, and moans so pretty when it bottoms out. He takes Dew's hand and holds it aginst his lower belly with a chuckle.

"See? This is what a big dick feels like...You couldn't fill me like this, could you? That's okay, you can still be useful...All you need to do is just lay there for me, and maybe later you can show me how you stroke your pretty little cock." He smiles so sweetly, too much emphasis on the little but something in Dew's stomach tightens, he drips uselessly down his thighs and lets Rain have his fill.

[billthedrake]

ORAL FIXATION (PART FOUR)

It was Dad's idea but I don't know why I hadn't thought of it. He didn't even bring it up with me in advance. Instead he sprung it one night at dinner.

"So..." Dad said to Mom as we ate. "Junior's gonna help me get in shape. "

Mom laughed and looked over at me. "Is that so?"

I played dumb, like I knew what Dad was talking about. "Um, yeah."

"He's letting me tag along on his morning runs," Dad chimed in before I stumbled too much. "And we have a whole gym workout planned, too."

Mom seemed surprised and amused. Dad was a good looking guy with some solid muscle on him, but he spent a lot of time at work, and though he was on his feet most of the day, a doctor doesn't have the most active job.

She looked back and forth between me and Dad. "Well, good for you men," she said, smirking some.

***

I felt a little bad, because I had a good idea what Dad had on his mind. We were both up early the next morning, a little before dawn even. I'd seen Dad in his gym clothes before, but it had been a while, to be honest. But they showed off his hairy meaty legs as we did stretches in the driveway, feeling the cool morning air.

"Where you run to, son?" he asked.

I told him my route and the distance I normally did. We lived a half mile from a park with a nice trail system, so it gave me some variety. "We don't have to do the whole thing, Dad," I said, pulling back my heel to my glutes for that extra stretch, then the other leg. "Just let me know what you're feeling."

"I'm a little out of shape," he admitted. "But I'll keep up."

He did, too. Pretty well, though I knew my pace was faster than his. I slowed down some, but I had that teenage energy working for me. I looked over at him after a couple of miles, and he looked at me.

"Doing OK, Pop?" I asked.

He nodded, a little of breath. "Yeah, Junior."

Only his eyes were on me. Probing, and more than a little hungry. We were circling in the wooded area of the park, and had only passed two joggers so far. The way my father looked at me excited me and gave me a half-stiff dick even mid stride. "You want it, Dad?" I asked quietly.

"Um, yeah," he said, nodding excitedly.

We slowed our gait to a trot and a walk, then I followed as he led us into the woods and behind a larger tree.

I stood and pulled down my shorts as his fingers traced along my bare thighs, his eyes fixed eagerly on my crotch, awaiting his next meal.

Before that morning, I knew Dad was an incredible cocksucker, and I knew we had that forbidden-thrill bond of his blowjobs. But that day I realized just how much Dad needed my cum, how addicted he was to blowing me.

The tree bark was a little scratchy, but I leaned back to steady myself as Dad took me into his mouth. No foreplay really, just nice steady mouth strokes up and down, working extra length down his gullet as he got into it.

I got into it, too, cradling his head gently and silently coaxing him to work my load out. I could see the silver flecks in his brown hair. Respectable doctor on his knees for a hot no-recip incest blowjob.

"Yes," I hissed. I knew we had to be quiet, but I missed talking to Dad while he sucked me. But this was naughty and hot, and I knew we were both worked up. Dad let out his own soft moan around my cock as my dick spurted its first salvo of precum. It had taken only a minute and wouldn't be much longer for the full cum, not given how horny I always am in the morning.

Dad worked me more rigorously, deep and with high suction. And doing something with his tongue. That did it. I curled my fingers in his hair and held tightly as I blasted hard. A good seven or eight spurts of his son's seed right into his craw and straight into his belly. Dad sucked it down gratefully.

He didn't belabor the aftershocks but gave my wet dick a gentle kiss as he pulled off, then looked up and winked at me. I could see he was erect when he stood up, but true to form he didn't make any move for reciprocation.

"Maybe that'll slow you down," he whispered with a laugh.

I pulled up my shorts and laughed back.

By the time we got back, Dad's hardon had gone down and I felt more ready for my day than ever. It was surprisingly matter of fact between us, even, as we did our cool-down stretches and talked about how the run was for Dad, what his goal was.

"Tomorrow, same time, buddy?" he asked, giving my shoulder a light punch as we walked into the kitchen to rehydrate.

I'd been in a conditioning phase for football but generally aimed for running every other day. But if Dad was gonna be my running buddy, I'd make it every day for sure.

***

We skipped some mornings, but I got used to the ritual. I was a horny jock, and it was just mindblowingly great to have a fatherly blowjob to start most days. Jake Gehring made a crack about me being in a good mood lately, but for some reason I wasn't sure I should share the development with his buddy. I'm not sure why.... Dad had sucked Jake a couple of times and given my friend's moods when he showed up at school, I'm sure Mr. Gehring was giving him the same treatment.

I wasn't being greedy, honest, the escalation just kind of happened. Dad had drained me good and well on our morning run, but around 7 o'clock that evening, he knocked on my door and stepped in, barechested and wearing just a pair of shorts. God, he was looking incredible with his lightly furred chest and muscle showing its pump from his workout in our basement home gym. And there was those clean-cut, professional looks. Hot doctor with a secret side.

"Your mother just left for her book club," he announced with a playful grin. "You up for a blow job?"

I liked this side of Dad. Matter of fact. Sexual. Needy.

"Hell yeah," I smiled. "If you're offering." I'd gotten off big that morning, Dad always gets me off big. But I was a teen, and I had a pretty high sex drive.

"I'm offering," he grinned back, stepping in and closing the door. "Though maybe we can take our time." He got up on the bed and ran his hands up my legs. Dad seemed to really like my legs, or maybe that was his way of foreplay to get me going.

"You want me to last longer?" I asked. Maybe not insecure but feeling like a young guy with a lot to learn about sex. "You get me so worked up, it's sometimes hard to last," I admitted.

Dad chuckled. "I like that, Junior," he said. "I love when you cum fast... but I was thinking it would be fun to edge you a little tonight.... I mean, we have the time to play."

I knew what edging was, but never had really done it. I was usually too impatient to cum. "Sounds hot, Dad."

And like that my father scooted up and cautiously met me for a kiss. We'd kissed before, but not much. I got the sense Dad only let himself do it when he was really horny. He was really horny now, I could tell by the feel of his boner in his shorts, pressing against mine.

I fucking loved it, though. I mean, I love kissing in general and making out with Dad was a mind fuck and a half that made my cock drip big time.

We both laughed as we broke the kiss. Like we'd gotten carried away.

"You OK with this, Junior?" Dad asked.

I ran my hands along his bare flank, feeling his warmth and firm muscle beneath the middle age softness. "Dad... you're fucking sucking my cock every day... of course I'm gonna be OK with this."

I worried I was too direct, but Dad just chuckled. "You're a horny kid all right," he said. Now his fingers ran underneath my T-shirt, feeling up my bare muscle. "And I'm VERY happy to take care of my hot young man." From anyone else that would have sounded slutty, but from Dad, it was just weirdly paternal and hot.

I gulped. "God, Dad."

"You'd say if we were doing this too much, right?" he looked in my eye, even as his fingers now ran beneath the elastic waistband of my mesh shorts.

I gulped and nodded. My cock lurched, feeling the aching closeness of his hand. It was like it had been 12 days since I'd last gotten off, not 12 hours. "Trust me, Dad... if anything it's the opposite."

That made him pause and look right into my eye. "You want it more, Junior."

My throat felt dry and I felt hot and sexual. "Fuck, Dad," I didn't normnally curse like that around my father, but something about the blowjobs changed the dynamic. "I don't mean it like what you're doing for me isn't enough... but yeah, I think about it a lot."

Dad peeled down my shorts, taking my briefs with them. My hardon was bared for him, throbbing and rigid. He took a second to openly admire it. Like he did each morning on our runs, but instead of a second to get a look, he had as much time as he wanted. We didn't need to rush this.

"We'll figure out a way, buddy," he said. "Put you on the twice a day plan," he winked. Then more softly he growled. "Damn, I love your cock so much son."

His fingers now traced my length slowly, openly, his eyes going from my dick and back up to meet my gaze. His blowjobs were incredible, but there was something powerful and intimate about this, too.

"Um, Dad," I said, a little nervous.

He looked back up at me. "Yeah, buddy?" In that you-can-ask-me-anything tone he'd use in our father-son chats.

Here goes. "I notice you rarely get off yourself," I said.

Dad seemed prepared for my comment, like he was surprised I hadn't asked him before. "I like to save it for your mother, Junior," he answered. "Makes me feel less guilty about what we're doing." Then fixing my gaze... "Too much information?"

I shook my head. "All good, Dad. Just wanna make sure.... you know... I don't wanna be an asshole or anything."

"We're good, son," Dad said, giving my bone a steadier stroke now. "Truth is, it's my way of edging, too.... can't get enough."

I sat up on my elbows, looking down. I wanted him to suck me so bad now. "Anytime you want it, Dad, just let me know. For real... I'm always horny."

Dad didn't reply but just moistened his lips. Then he leaned over and took my stick in between his surprisingly soft lips. At some point I'd have to ask him where he learned to suck dick so well. But that could wait. For now, I just enjoyed the feel of his warm wet mouth making love to my prick. Up and down, bobbing with fuller strokes till he was deep throating me.

"Dad!" I cried. I knew I'd cum any second.

Dad pulled off instantly and attacked my balls. It was the perfect stimulation, but one that fed my lust without making me boil over. He did this for a minute than took my whole cock on again.

Edging or not, we could only go a couple of times at this before my load had a mind of its own. As Dad was making his retreat from my dick, I was already firing against his tongue. My ejaculation caught him by surprise but he went back into full on milking mode to suck my balls dry.

"Sorry, Dad," I said as he finally came up from my lap.

Dad grinned. "Not a problem, son.... was it good?"

"The best," I answered. "I just know you wanted to go longer tonight."

Dad scooted up to lie beside me. "Well, your mother will be out till about 10...." he reached down and ran his fingers along my spit and cum wet half-hard dong. "You think maybe you got another in you?"

I smirked back at him. "I'd say so, Dad... definitely."

[swampstew]

1-800-GRANDLINEBLING ♥ Call Me On My Shell Phone

To celebrate 1K+ followers, I opened up phone lines to the crews! Part 2 of 3 ~ X reader with Robin, Law, Shachi, and Zoro for @yamat0 @lady-of-endless @fandomsallthetime94 @zoros-sheath Part 1 | Part 3

You are now being connected to...

Purururu purururu puru—

Robin: Hello my dear, it's so good to hear your voice. The days are long but not as long as the time I've spent away from you. We'll be reaching land very soon and I would like to take you away for some quality girl time. I just know that you'll love what I have planned for you - we're so alike how can I not know your heart's desires? See you soon, sweetie!

You intended to meet Robin at the dockyard to pick her up, but the weather decided to turn before you could step foot outside your house. Unsure of how to meet up, you were pleasantly surprised when a knock on your front door revealed your girlfriend standing under an umbrella big enough for two. Her presence in itself was a present.

The sky itself seemed to shift in mood as the dreary clouds slowly shifted away to reveal a partially clouded sky and a slight rainbow over the bridge in your neighborhood.

"My my, I shouldn't be surprised that the weather would clear up for my beautiful partner," Robin cooed with a wink that made you weak in the knees.

She reached out to hold your hand, bringing it to her lips where she pressed a soft kiss to the back of your palm.

"Let's change into something more comfortable so you can properly enjoy the date I'm going to take you on."

Law: Hey, how have you been? Have you been keeping up with the research papers I've been sending you? Good, I wanted to talk to you about the results of one test for PTSD that I wanted to explore more in depth. That said, we'll be on dry land in a day or two - will you be free to meet up? Tch, just because we're dating doesn't mean I shouldn't ask and check in to make sure that's all right! Well good! I'll see you soon - don't forget to keep up with your training, I've been practicing too.

“With the woman in my arms who was supposed to be my enemy, I closed my eyes and let the darkness engulf me.” ― J.C. Böhme

Shachi: Hellllloooo my beloved! I'm sorry it's been 197,523,685 minutes since I've talked to you. Being in a submarine makes it hard to do long distance calls, I know you understand yet I can't help but feel bad about it. You know what will cheer us both up? If I visit you for a week or so...YEAH? I'm glad to hear that excites you - I'll be making port in a few days so I'll be at your door with the spoopy goods. See you soon my love!!!!!

She was like a fire, and despite the danger that I could see, I ran straight toward it and plunged into the flames without a second thought. My mind tricked me into thinking that the dangerous heat was comforting and secure. I could feel the heat singe my skin. I was lost in its beauty and danger, completely consumed by the flames ― J.C. Böhme

Zoro: Woman, for the last time I AM NOT LO-- *horn blaring* *announcer mentions drop off at a port in the opposite end of your residence* TCH. I TOOK A DETOUR! For reasons! That I am not telling you until I see you! No I don't need to be picked up, how else can I uh-surprise you with my gift? You can't! SO! I'll see you in....a day. Fine, I'll share my location when I'm on my way so you don't have a stroke - sheesh. *grumbles affectionately* Yeah I love you too. See you soon.

You were actually surprised when Zoro knocked on your front door, on the exact day and around the same time he said he'd be at your home. In his hand, a bouquet of your favorite flowers - flowers you knew weren't quite in season and now it made sense he was in a different port. Unless of course, he was there by accident and used the flowers as an excuse. Nope, not gonna dwell on that.

You invited him in for some lunch you carefully plated on the long wooden table in your dining room. He spent time telling you about his adventures, the loot he gathered, and the things he came across he thought you might enjoy. As the sun set behind your bay window, Zoro let out a yawn before bending down to pick up the orange cat nuzzling his leg.

"I'll be here for a while until the Captain decides to leave. Until then, how about you and I spend some quality time together? Starting tomorrow, we can go down to the spring lake and eat lunch, I can exercise and you can read and not ogle me like you pretend to," Zoro said with a smirk.

You playfully smacked his bicep, "I can ogle you anytime I want, HUSBAND."