#I need to cut down on the senseless spending...

[lovelyghst]

soft-tummy simon riley save me… cause you cannot look at that man and tell me he doesn’t love to eat!! like, a constant snacker. and his heart absolutely swells when you indulge so heavily in his needs.

it’s practically his love language, to scarf down anything you put on the table in front of him, and you can certainly tell since now he’s not nearly in the same shape as he was when you found him.

he likes to think you’ve fixed him in a way; spending his evenings cuddling in bed for hours on end with you, rather than heading to the gym for the second time that day to burn off dinner. thanking you for the savory meal with kisses all over instead of fighting off the impulse to purge his usual bland chicken breast and vegetables every night.

and it all hits him far, far deeper than just his gut; feeling it in his heart more than the soft layer of fat blanketing his tummy he has to see in the mirror every morning. just the fact that a sweet thing like you wants to take care of him, ensure he eats plentiful yet still healthy for his work, has him whipped. showering him with endless i love you’s and praising him all up and down until his cheeks tint a light, flustered pink and his dick gets achingly hard in his pants.

he won’t pretend the change was easy on him, seeing the clean-cut abs and fit appearance that made him feel young fade away the further you got into your relationship, but he’d also be a filthy liar if he said he didn’t prefer the pros to his current build way more.

simon begins wearing shirts less around the house on his lazy days, at your lovely request of course, and it does feel quite freeing. especially when he’s able to come up behind you in the kitchen, cage you in with his burly arms, bend you over the counter and fuck you senseless because part of the deal was that his shirts would go to you, and with nothing but your lace panties on underneath.

he can’t help but get riled up seeing you walk around like that, and you’re no saint either when you catch a glimpse of his broad chest and relaxed, pillowy belly as he reads the morning newspaper. you tend to drop to your knees and tug at his boxers faster than he can even greet you properly, showing him just how much you love him.

he loves eating you out more than anything, especially with a full tummy after a late meal. you’ll take his and your empty plates to the kitchen to clean up, but you’re being bent over the counter before you can even wipe it down!! and squealing his name in surprise won’t stop him, nor will your giggles as he’s lifting the skirt of your dress to reveal your pretty ass, getting down on his knees and delving right in.

dragging his tongue through your drenched seam, grinning softly against your skin when you jolt and whine out of sensitivity. tongue-fucking your pretty, tight hole only for a moment before he’s returning to messily play with your swollen clit.

and you just know it’s entirely selfish, simon not even paying mind to the way your legs shake and relentlessly convulse and you can barely stay still because his stubble is unceasingly tickling your inner thighs. making you cum until you can’t anymore, and he’s happily forced to carry your numbed, twitchy body to bed so you can catch your breath and rest while he finishes up the chores.

would probably send you off by say something cliché about you being his favorite dessert. he’s so stupid when he’s horny.

simon is weak for when you ride his stomach, with both his hands planted firmly on your hips as you rub your bare pussy back and forth on his hard abdomen. his hidden muscles become more apparent the longer you go at it and the harder he holds you down, little whimpers spilling from your puffy lips as the light hairs coating his tummy create just the perfect amount of friction to your poor, little clit for that hot, familiar sensation in your lower belly to bubble up.

your hands clawing at his chest and shoulders, leaving lines and crescent indents in his skin that soon turn red in their wake, and the pain only turns him on more, his cock excruciatingly hard, long hums of pleasure omitting straight from his throat as he grits his teeth.

“yeah, that’s it, sweetheart—there’s my dirty girl. jus’ keep goin’ for me now, don’t stop… make yourself cum without me touchin’ you down there, ‘nd then i’ll fuck you real nicely after. alright, princess?”

and you soon follow through with just that, nodding decorously with tears welling at your eyes’ waterlines before you’re lurching forward, crying out his name. thighs giving out and fighting to ride out your orgasm, where simon then saves you with his attentive grip on your hips, finishing the job for you rather recklessly.

“good fuckin’ girl… y’did so well for me, love,” and every other gruff, dragged word of praise in his vocabulary echos in your fuzzy mind as you come down from your high.

you’re still catching your breath, fulling laying on his chest by the time he’s inching you backwards whilst taking his hard dick out from his boxers. lifting your weak hips for you as he whispers small, reassuring hushes right by your ear, soothing your winces as he fully sheathes you on his thick cock, inch by fucking inch.

he fucks himself up into you, not daring to make you overwork your body anymore, and he handles you so delicately you could almost fall asleep on his mattress of a body. you crumble to pieces with the vibrations of his chest from his unending groaning, the feeling of his veiny and rough cock stretching and filling you to the brim almost becoming minute compared to the sleepiness washing over you.

“there ya go, pretty… don’t have’ta do any work now, jus’ like i promised, eh?” he coos, and he could feel you smiling against his collarbone. one of his large hands cradles the back of your head while the other gropes at your ass lovingly. “takin’ me just fine, sweet girl.”

you bury your heated face into his squishy pectoral, whining at the overstimulation to your clit at the particular angle, left so utterly sensitive from your prior orgasm. you’re limp in his strong hold, securer than ever as he lifts your hips up and down his thick cock.

he uses your tender cunt ‘til he’s satisfied, groaning right up against your ticklish ear when he empties his hot cum in your throbbing pussy, the perfect thing milking him dry and turning you exhausted.

he actually sits in the moment for a peaceful while, coddling you against his rising and falling chest and murmuring sweet praises, until eventually his disciplined brain kicks in despite your protests.

“don’t go passin’ out on me yet, sweetheart.” you grumble out a refusing noise which makes him laugh softly, but apparently it’s not enough to win him over. “let’s go get you cleaned up, yeah?”

(simon and his size difference & free use kinks go CRAZY in this one. also this instagram reel is so him coded ok bye bye <3 cont.)

[lizzy019]

HELP ME I JUST THOUGHT OF THIS- 18+ (this could be read as GN!)

Nikto who is a bit masochistic when it comes to you during your time spent in bed.

Ramming himself into your pretty cunny that was just oozing for him and sucking him in with joyous energy. His icy blues rolling to the back of his skull while he pleaded you to run your manicured nails down his back, to bite him or flail about.

A man like him was built for pain.

But you, the sweet little thing who didn't wish to cause him any more pain than he's already endured, refused every time even if you knew your fingers wanted to just dig into his flesh for purchase. You fought yourself not to and instead dug your nails into your own palms.

"Please, you won't hurt me. Just a bit?" He begged, almost pleaded for you to do it. Nikto knew well enough that you'd comply sooner or later.

The force from his thrusts were jutting you around, making it a bit hard to stay stable on this uncomfortable position on the sofa you two were laying on. Its rough texture didn't help much, but you were simply focused on your cunt clamping onto him without your control and the way your fingers twitched helplessly in an attempt to gain some control over your situation.

"But... what if I hurt you? I– I wouldn't forgive myself! Fuck!" You mewled in between your words, arms thrown over his neck to pull him close as you peppered the sweetest kisses to his chapped and cracked lips. Those pretty, perfect lips of his that you wish could just stay put on your own.

Nikto shook his head violently at your claim, vigorously jackhammering you senseless in his greedy attempt at a climax. Tired eyes wandered down to yours, watching your expression contort to a pleasured look mixed with concern and hesitance. Were you really that nervous?

"нет, you won't hurt me, возлюбленная. Just– please." It was odd hearing him try to coax you into doing this, but his desperation left you a bit guilty for not fulfilling his so-called needs.

Your fingers unclenched from your palms, moving to grapple at his back and dig into the skin for something to hold onto. You even had a bit extra courage to sink your teeth into his shoulder, eliciting a groan from his chest as he trembled stagger-ishly.

So he liked a bit of pain?

You complied, proceeding to do everything within your powers to make his experience one of the best ones yet and to introduce more to come.

The burning of your nail scratches and the pain of your teeth was just enough to rattle him and cause his pace to stir. But once he got right back on track, it didn't take long until he was practically screaming out your name while his cock pulsated his seed out and into your puckered hole.

And even if you hadn't reached your climax, you were very content spending the next few minutes cleaning whatever cuts and wounds you made on his body, tending to him like a little nurse. How could you not? You were the cause of it!

But Nikto assured you, even if harshly, that it was fine and that he didn't care. He even called them his personal tattoos that serve to mark the day he made you both lose your control.

Those are the only scars he wears proudly.

@fishsinsareacknowledged @zoloftwithdrawalnausea @simp4konig @vxmpyree @randoqt

[redr0sewrites]

s. sub vox headcanons please…. i need that tv man so bad its not even FUNNY

YESSSS MY INBOX HAS BEEN LITERALLY FLOODED W SUB VOX EVER SINCE I MADE THAT POST HAHA

🥀Cw: smut, dom!reader, marking, overstimulation, praise, degradation

🥀 Pt 2 Sounding Hcs Here

🥀minors dni

this man is a SPOILED switch

vox genuinely thinks hes a dom until he meets you, he's used to being dominant and has probably never tried being a sub

his ego gets in the way a little at first, he thinks it's embarrassing

however, once you begin to ease him into it, he's no longer embarrassed about the fact that hes subbing... hes embarrassed about how much he enjoys it

vox is so bratty, especially in the beginning

he has to trust you a lot to truly submit, and that takes time

he'll be very demanding, he'll try to touch himself without permission, he'll boss you around, he'll directly disobey commands, all in the effort of pissing you off

little does he know that you aren't giving up

PUNISH HIM. vox has a huge humiliation kink, fuck him in front of a mirror or in his monitor room where he can see himself from all anges, its so embarrassing to him and he'll probably short circuit

better yet, video tape it (w consent ofc) and play it for him later to fluster him

vox loves it when you talk dirty, hes def the type to have a voice kink

vox is also the type to be incredibly sensitive imo, and he gets overstimulated veryyyy easily bc of that

the easiest way for to you break down his bratty, bossy layer is to overstimulate him until he's sobbing

he has to really trust you tho

as much as vox likes your degradation, he LOVES youre praise

this man is constantly under stress, and is always hungry for control, so having someone else take it away from him can be very relieving for him

tell him how good he's doing, how good he's making you feel, and his mind goes all fuzzy <3

honestly once you slip into praise vox is practically GONE, he slips into subspace so easily when it comes to the overstimulating pleasure you're providing and combined with the praising? he's done for

vox always wants his hands on you, but he's so touchy and forgets how sharp his nails are, so you often have to restrain him

he likes seeing you covered in scratches tho, and also secretly likes it when you leave hickeys or scratches on his skin. ESPECIALLY when they're visible- it ties in with the humiliation kink ig, but if anyone ever noticed or pointed it out he'd prob cause a blackout with how flustered he'd get

speaking of getting flustered, vox glitches and whimpers when he moans, and his screen will often flush or grow static-y

the lights and electronics often flicker or go out when he cums, and he often cums so hard he glitches out and cuts the wifi (much to val and vels annoyance)

vox likes receiving more than giving, and LOVES blow jobs- it can be a little hard for him to give oral (lmao) but he loves bjs so so so much

theres something so pleasurable about just laying back and doing nothing but whimper and claw at the sheets as you suck him dry, and he cries from pleasure every time

VOX LOVES IT WHEN U SUCK HIM OFF WHILE HES WORKING, BUT HE NEVER ACTUALLY GETS ANY WORK DONE AND SPENDS THE WHOLE TIME SHAKING AND TRYING NOT TO THRUST INTO YOURE MOUTH

vox is also def a squirmer, like he'll shudder and whine over the gentlest touches. y'all also have to change the bedding like eveytime you have sex cuz he literally CLAWS at the sheets and moves around a LOT

simple solution? shibari

he loves/hates being tied up because its soooo humiliating and it gives you complete control

speaking of control, he finds it really hot when you're pissed or acting dominant outside of the bedroom

sometimes (alot of times) he'll try to intentionally piss you off just so you'll fuck him senseless

at the end of long work days, he either wants to be gently praised and taken care of while you both make love or fucked absolutely senseless until he can't even remember why he was upset and can only helplessly babble and whine

vox goes incoherent super easily and it only embarrasses him more that he can't get words out

he def owns a lot (and i mean a LOT) of sex toys and likes it when u use them on him

some nights he just wants to lay back while you try them all out on him

HES INTO SOUNDING AND YES I WILL ELABORATE IF ASKED <333

just the thought of u filling every one of his holes and overstimulating him from every angle makes him horny

he def will want you to use a remote control vibrator during meetings, he gets off on the humiliation

however with all of his baggage w valentino and shit, he def likes being treated sweetly too

some days he needs to get out of his head and be forced into submission and put into place, but others he needs to be pampered and praised and treated like glass

vox is much more emotional on these days and is a lot more clingy during these softer sessions

talk him through his orgasm, he'll probably start crying and let out the prettiest whimpers- he just cant help it, you make him feel so good :(

overall, he can be both super bratty and super submissive at the same time and is one kinky mf

humiliation is absolutely his biggest kink, followed in no particular order by bondage, a voice kink, praise, marking/claiming, DRY HUMPING (again i will absolutely elaborate if asked... hehe), and being put in his place

YALLLLLL IK THIS IS SO SHORT BUT I HAVE LIKE 6 OTHER SUB VOX REQS IN MY INBOX RN WHERE I WILL DEF BE GOING INTO MORE DETAILED SCENARIOS HEHE I LOVE HIMMMMM!!! I'LL PROB DO MORE IN DEPTH LIKE GENERAL HCS FOR HIM SOON WITH HIS DOM SIDE AS WELL CUZ THIS MANS THE WORLDS BIGGEST SWITCH- ANYWAYS HOPE U ENJOYEDDDD FEEL FREE TO SEND IN MORE REQS >:D

UPDATE: ELABORATION (basically pt 2 w sounding hcs) HERE

[yandere-romanticaa]

Recently, the surge of AI has caught everyone's attention and I've been working on this little experiment.

Down below the cut are two fics and this is how I planned it - one was made up by using AI (more specifically, Chat Gpt) while the other one was written by yours truly. Below both fics will be a poll and I would like for you, my dear readers, to guess which one was AI. Personally, I don't think it'll be a difficult challenge but seeing your reactions and comments on this should prove to be an interesting endeavor.

This was posted on April 17th. And, in 7 days, I shall reveal which fic was written by me, and which one was done by AI.

Now then, let's get on with the show.

🥀 Story One.

In the dimly lit alleyways of Yokohama, Fyodor Dostoevsky stalks his obsession, (y/n), with unwavering determination. His fixation transcends reason, driving him to extreme lengths to possess (y/n)'s affection.

Fyodor's obsession with (y/n) began innocently enough, a mere curiosity sparked by their untapped potential and innocence. But as time passed, that curiosity twisted into an all-consuming desire, festering within Fyodor's mind like a venomous serpent.

Each night, Fyodor would follow (y/n) from a distance, his heart pounding with anticipation and longing. He would watch as (y/n) laughed with their friends, oblivious to the dark presence lurking in the shadows.

But Fyodor's love was not the gentle, nurturing kind. It was possessive, suffocating, and dangerously obsessive. He couldn't bear the thought of (y/n) belonging to anyone but him, couldn't stand the idea of anyone else basking in the warmth of (y/n)'s smile.

As his obsession deepened, Fyodor's mind became consumed with dark fantasies of possessing (y/n) completely. He would spend hours meticulously planning every detail of their future together, envisioning a life where they were inseparable.

But fantasies were not enough for Fyodor. He needed to make them a reality, no matter the cost. And so, he began to weave a web of deception and manipulation, carefully orchestrating events to bring (y/n) closer to him and drive away anyone who dared to stand in their way.

But as Fyodor's plans grew more elaborate, so too did the danger. (y/n)'s friends grew suspicious of Fyodor's intentions, sensing something sinister lurking beneath his charming facade. And as they delved deeper into Fyodor's past, they uncovered secrets that threatened to unravel his carefully constructed world.

But Fyodor was not about to let anyone come between him and his beloved. He would do whatever it took to protect their love, even if it meant resorting to violence.

🥀 Story Two.

Shimmering waves of starlight engulfed the man in white as he monitored his target from a safe distance, hollow purple eyes gleaming with excitement. He could feel his long fingers twitching with anticipation in his warm pockets, a stark contrast to the chilly wind on this fine spring evening.

He needed to be patient. Because patience was indeed, a virtue.

And Fyodor was a virtuous man. Perhaps not a good one, but he would gladly take the title of virtue.

Would you bestow upon him such a title? Would you do so, if you ever found out that he had taken such a keen interest in you? The rational part in his mind said no, of course not. Unlike him, you were blessed with normalcy. There was nothing extraordinary about you - no ability, no wealth, no status.

Nothing.

You could have been squished like a bug beneath his heel and the world would just keep on going as it always would. Sure, there would be some individuals who would miss you dearly but even they would move on at some point.

Such was the nature of humanity. How cruel, he thought to himself.

Fortunately for you, Fyodor was no ordinary man. Despite his predicament, he had grown fond of you. He was not sure why but after a while, he stopped asking such trifling questions as to why he troubled himself by giving you so much attention.

It was pointless to make sense of the senseless.

Right here, right now, all he wanted was to enjoy this quiet evening by his lonesome, as he tailed behind you like a creeping shadow. He would reveal himself to you properly when the time was right, when he felt you were strong enough to take him.

Fyodor just needed to wait a little bit longer, just long enough to see how he should proceed with you in case things went south.

In the meantime, he would gladly spend every waking moment simply watching you for his own personal pleasure.

🥀 TAGS: @yanroma, @oneoftheprettynerds, @misdollface, @sxy0ung, @rosemary108233, @c4xcocoa, @gettinshiggywithit, @ophticcus, @lakxcpsta, @ranposgirlboss, @robinaxolotl, @acornwinter, @enoojnij, @ishqani, @osachiyo, @bluepeanutharmony, @kaithegremlin, @fyodorscockslut, @wcayaw, @luna-mariko-akatsuki, @lovelyyz, @queenofspades403

APRIL 24TH - Story One is AI.

[aphrosheir]

>>> Red Hair, Red Wine, Red Handed Pt. 3 <<<

[A/N: Last part, darlings! I hope you enjoyed!]

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

"So... Melissa and I kind of got into a fight earlier."

After a couple of hours, a whole barrage of shit hitting the fan, and a handful of longing stares while they were sure that the other wasn't looking, (Y/N) and Melissa arrived at the penultimate task of cleaning up.

"Y'know, I used to spend my Christmas with my family."

The shorter woman's ears perked up, sneaking a glance at the woman who seemed all too preoccupied by the rug on her hands, wiping down the rest of the grease on the counter top.

"I—yeah, same." (Y/N) admits with a soft sigh. "I hope we didn't ruin your plans this year though?"

She shook her head, red curls shifting slightly, "I stopped comin' after the divorce. Didn't need to give my ma and Kirsten Marie any more ammunition than they already do."

Just then, Melissa's mood seemed to have shifted. Something akin to joy, relief, or being hopeful, radiating off the small smile tugging at her lips. "I think we're actually done, (Y/N)."

"Yeah! I think my kitchen got its fair dose of lovin' today. I don't go in here as much as I used to. Being on a teacher's salary and all, you cross fresh produce and hot meals off your list."

"You tell me," Melissa chuckled. "But, it's been nice to cook with someone for a change. These gabortz can't usually be allowed in the kitchen without full parental supervision."

"Usually, my dad and I are the ones bustling around the kitchen. But, lately he's been busy and all." (Y/N) nodded solemnly as she put her utensils in their proper bin, grabbing a glass of wine and a bottle to share with the redhead. "Says I got to find my own kitchen bud since I'm all grown."

"Please, couldn't even get my ex Joe to step foot in the kitchen unless it's for a beer," she says as she graciously accepts the finely aged Sauvignon that (Y/N) handed her.

"What, with a woman like you? If that were me, I'd be sittin' at the counter tops, mopping the ceiling if it meant getting to spend time with you."

"That guy was a real dud, you know." she mutters, raising her glass to Melissa. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say your taste was non-existent."

"I wouldn't say so." Melissa swirled the wine in her glass, staring at the red mark she had left on the rim. Then she gulped it back like she was trying to swallow something sharper.

Meanwhile, (Y/N) had already downed her liquid courage, looking like she was planning on something more than pre-gaming. "I'm just saying, if it were me, I'd even learn how to tackle and do a touchdown thingy. All for you, Schemmenti."

"Calm it, shortstack. Wouldn't want you hurting yourself," Melissa quipped with a laugh—sharp enough to cut. "Cut the BS. It’s just you an’ me."

"It's true, though." (Y/N) stared hard at her fourth glass of wine, clearly a little more drunk than sober.

And those words? Well, they sounded a bit too true to Melissa's liking.

"Alright, enough," she said, her voice dropping to that dangerous tone that tells (Y/N) that she's toeing the line between being fucked senseless or half-beaten to death by the woman in front of her.

Right now, (Y/N) couldn't care less and happily skipped over that line. "Enough? Enough of what?"

"You don't gotta pretend with me. Ain't no friends here to laugh at your cute little jokes, an' I sure as hell won't be your practice target for the next girl you decide to fall for."

"I meant what I said Melissa."

(Y/N) shot back her fifth glass with conviction.

"That's the thing! You don't know what you're saying."

Melissa followed suit, slamming the glass down soon after, almost breaking it on the marble top.

"What does that mean," she whispered, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes.

"You're a sweet little thing who's drunk on too much wine and shit like 13 Going on 30, thinkin' that love is just a little fairytale wish come true. Well, you won't find that here, because in the fairy tale, I'm the Wicked fuckin' Witch that everyone wants dead!"

"Melissa, I’m young. Not stupid." (Y/N)'s voice was quiet, steady. "And I’m not blind either. I see someone worth loving."

Melissa stepped closer. Too close. She snatched the bottle from (Y/N)’s hand, drained what was left like it burned.

"Yeah? Well, that's what Joe thought too."

"Well, I'm not Joe."

Melissa laughed again, but this time it stuck in her throat. She stared hard at (Y/N), red-rimmed eyes wide, chest heaving.

"Exactly, (Y/N)," she whispered, voice cracking for real now.

"You're not. 'Cause you actually make me feel like it's real."

It's 8 pm, the party revs up. The plan is in order. Barbara and Ava are in their places. Gerald has arrived a few minutes ago and is quite confused as to why his wife's 30-something, white co-worker is talking his head off about types of wines. O'shon is setting up the karaoke machine, Abbott-proofing it to prevent the Great Mic Blackout of 2024 from happening again. Gregory and Janine are talking to Melissa and (Y/N). And Mr. Santa Johnson Claus is getting his holiday glee awn.

"We are gathered here today, loved ones," Barbara starts, tone pointed. It makes Gerald's eyebrows knit.

"Did I... Did I do something wrong?"

"To celebrate the birth of our beloved saviour, Jesus. He who lived amongst us and died for our sins."

Barbara continues, voice steady but with the faint tremble of unhinged resolve, “And in His spirit, we come together to reflect on love, forgiveness… and the courage it takes to stop being cowards about our feelings."

Gerald blinks. "Dear. What is happening?"

Ava steps forward, taking the microphone from Barbara's hands. "Alright, Abbott family! Who's ready to get their game on?"

Cheers erupt from the room.

"First, we shall enjoy a dinner, prepared by (Y/N)—our host—and our local Italian, Melissa. Would the both of you please step forward so we can applaud your hard-work properly."

"I don't think that's necessary, Ava. And plus, you all brought your own dishes, right? We are all to celebrate here."

"Yeah, yeah," Melissa raises her eyebrows with no trace of glee on her face, "Get on with it, Ava!"

Gregory huffs, clearly frustrated. "That's strike one. I just—why can’t these two follow one simple direction," he shrieks.

Jacob takes the lead on the second plan, "Alright, party people! The dance floor is now open."

"Trust me. You cannot go wrong with a little boogie."

"Operation Happy Feet, Happy Lips is a go," Ava whispers as she is hitting the shopping cart to the Cha Cha Slide. She electric slides up to (Y/N) to pull her into the dance circle.

"Criss cross~" the speaker booms as Barbara shuffles behind Melissa.

"I don't see you criss crossing, Melissa," she reminds her in a sing-songy voice, her honey voice laced with poison as she coaxes the redhead deeper into the makeshift dance floor.

"Damn. Barb can criss cross. Her cha cha is real smooth." Ava brags to the camera.

"Cha cha real smooth~"

Thud.

The record scratches. Everyone is frozen. (Y/N) is basically making out with the floor.

"Ouch."

"Damn it, alright," Melissa's voice carries through the living room, sharp and pissed. "That's enough cha-chaing for now."

She waves everyone off the middle of the living room as Jacob and Janine immediately carry their friend over to the couch.

Janine and Jacob are on either side of (Y/N), who now has a pillow under her head and a cold peas bag on her forehead.

"It’s okay, you just—uh—really committed to that slide." Janine comforted her.

"Did the floor kiss me back?"

"Unfortunately."

"If I hear “criss cross” one more time, I’m going to criss cross my way into therapy. The floor was freshly waxed! (Y/N) went down like a white girl in a horror movie." Jacob rants.

Barbara storms off the dance floor towards Ava who is still dancing in the corner with zero self-awareness. She is sweaty, and her lips are smudged. This is not the Barbara Howard everyone knows, and certainly not the Barbara Howard they'd want to meet.

"I blame Jacob. She took over the mission and turned it into a 2016 flashmob. Tragic."

"I told you not to let her lead! The boy couldn’t direct traffic at a four-way stop!"

"Strike two."

Jacob is now close to crying.

"I am... So tired. My perfect Christmas plan has been hijacked. Nothing is where it should be. I cannot take this anymore. Everything has gone wrong."

"Up next, (Y/N) versus Melissa!" Janine declares with the energy of a game show host.

"Okay, I've figured it out!" she beams, turning to the camera like she’s cracked a government code. "Everyone's been forcing the two of them to go to each other—but why would I do that, when they basically jump at each other's throats when they're arguing?"

"This is the final round of charades," Janine explains, clipboard in hand. "Teams are tied. Ava has been disqualified for cheating—"

"I wasn't cheating!" Ava shouts from the couch, mid-sip of someone else's cider.

The entire group turns slowly to stare directly into the camera.

"Alright, Mr. Johnson, start the timer in 3, 2, 1—go!"

"What just happened?"

"Hey, it's polish, not Polish, (Y/N)," Jacob argues. "Tell her, Mel!"

"Eh... No. It's Polish. Capital, see?" Melissa flips the card around. "My fault."

"The world is doomed. Melissa just apologised. Well, not really. But she admitted it was her fault? Instead of punching (Y/N)? This is strike three. Barbara is about to snap."

Everyone is buzzing, from the alcohol? From the anger? From the exhaustion? Who knows.

Barbara clinks her wine glass, a strange calm washing over the dishevelled woman. “Everyone, settle down. It’s time for the Secret Santa exchange.”

"If I get socks from any of y'all's broke asses, I'm burning this house down." Ava groans.

(Y/N) looks at her with fear, "Please, don't."

They gather around the tree. The large stack of gifts standing beneath the tree with pride.

"I shall go first," Barbara states, picking out a small box from the pile, wrapped neatly with a golden bow on top. "This is for a person that I deeply admired, especially as I've seen her persevere today."

"This gift is for Ava Coleman."

Slowly, Ava reaches out for the box, shock filling her from the woman's words. She tore the wrapping off carefully, opening the box, and revealing a custom journal.

A maroon principal logbook, AC embossed in gold, and a sticky note reading: "You might not be the glue of this school, but you are the glitter. Keep shining."

"Barbara. You didn't."

"I did, Principal Coleman."

"Well, in that case. It's a good thing that I got you too, right?"

"Oh, dear."

Ava pulls out a large box from underneath the piles, almost dropping it a couple of times before setting it down in front of Barbara. "Heh. Open it!"

A plush robe that feels expensive, masks of various kinds, teas, serums, crystals, scented candles, and other relaxation items that felt almost all too much. And in the corner of a box is a pad of "Ava-Vouchers".

It read stubs like: One hour no nonsense from me, tea time, TEA time, no one is allowed to interrupt Barbara for this period, etc.

"Ava, this is truly too much." Barbara, for the first time today, smiled genuinely.

"No, Barbara. I am too much. This is the least I could do, because I know you stressed after havin' to handle all our crazy behinds!"

"That is true."

The rest of the gift giving had proceeded smoothly, the tension in the room finally dialing down.

Janine got Gregory who gifted him a white hoodie with her lipstick marks all over. Gregory wore it the whole night. The first day of school. The second day. And then the day after that till the day before laundry day.

Gregory got Gerald. Man to man, a gold watch that matched Barbara's. "I hope I can be a great husband like you someday."

O'shon received Ava's favourite perfume on a man from Gerald—data from Barbara, of course, and an advice to always stick by your woman, even when they've gone cray-cray.

He then took the weirdly shaped gift under the tree to give to Mr. Johnson, producing a taxidermy squirrel with a mustache and a monocle, affectionately named Mr. Davis and rightfully placed on his desk.

"Huh," Melissa lets out a dry chuckle. "So, you rigged this whole thing, didn't you?"

Ava and Barbara react violently to the accusatory finger being pointed their way, Ava looking offended while simultaneously trying to hold back a furious and distraught Barbara from murdering her best friend in cold blood during Christmas.

"What do you mean?" Barbara asks, voice dangerously low.

"Me and (Y/N) are the last two ones," she sticks her tongue to her cheek. "We got each other. What a coincidence, seeing as all y'all knew that we liked each other and decided to meddle like it's some middle school dance."

Barbara took a deep breath and raised a finger, "Yes, I have meddled—"

The redhead threw her hands up, "I knew it! Unbelievable, Barbara."

“Let me finish, woman. Or so help me, I will sin on the day of the birth of the Lord's son.”

"Honestly, Barbara for principal." Ava shrugs.

“I have meddled today more than I have ever wanted in my entire life. I climbed and fell off a ladder. I destroyed countless amounts of Christmas decor— may the Lord forgive me. I was coerced into ruining my perfectly non-sticky and non-hard sweet potato pie—" she glares at Ava. "—because you two are about as emotionally intelligent as this piece of tissue! You baboons can’t string together a sentence that wasn’t dipped in fear and sarcasm.”

Melissa and (Y/N) stared at Barbara, who has now gotten right in Melissa's face.

“Don’t you know I’ve blamed myself? Every time your heart breaks, mine does, too. I’m your best friend, Melissa. And I’ll be damned if I let you throw away the one person who actually looks at you like you hung the Christmas star just because you think beer and running away from your problems will solve it.”

“I have risked my dignity. My morals. My sanity. We all have!"

They stare at the exhausted faces of their co-workers, pity settling deep in their stomachs.

"It's a good thing that Ava actually took the initiative—which is more than I could say for either of you two—and gave me the push I needed to scream at your face to just kiss already! If that’s so wrong, so be it. But this is what friends do."

Melissa is teary-eyed, staring at Barbara in awe and respect. But through her tears, she had managed to let out a laugh. A genuine one.

Beside her, (Y/N) grinned at the two of them, clearly endeared at Barbara's speech.

"I love you, Barb." Melissa choked out.

"Have I finally gone insane in my pre-frontal cortex?" Barbara stares at the camera.

"But, seriously? Kiss already? We already did, ya gabortz!"

The scene cuts back to earlier that day, a few minutes of charged silence after their fight.

It was clear as day to (Y/N) that no words would satisfy the redhead. That the looks that she gave her—one that made her feel holy, something that she'd gladly worship, even if it meant her damnation. That would only light the flame further inside Melissa.

So, she did what came next to her clouded mind.

A soft and gentle hand behind her neck, just enough for Melissa to pull away if she had wanted to. Slow and deliberate, and a slight pause just as their lips were about to meet.

It wasn't hesitation, no. It was a silent promise that (Y/N) intended to keep.

And then, they kissed. Simple as that.

Stubborn as they may be, love finds a way.

Melissa kissed back with hunger and fear and want. She tasted wine and something terrifyingly real. Something she didn’t know how to name yet—but she craved it. She needed it. And when breath finally became necessary, she pulled back with a reluctant gasp.

"(Y/N)."

"Yes?"

"You don't know what you've just done."

"I don't. But I intend to find out."

A pause.

"Are you sure about this? 'Cause you break my heart, I'm breaking your knees, dolcezza."

"I'm damn sure, mi amore."

"Then kiss me again, you gabortz."

So, they kissed once. Twice. A couple more times. Who's counting, really?

"You... Kissed."

"Yep. Maybe we're not as stupid and emotionally unavailable as you thought we were."

"I guess not." Barbara says, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. "But why were you avoiding each other?"

"I guess we just... Got freaked out? But we did talk it out, and yeah." (Y/N) chuckles, "So, can we go back to giving our gifts? I really cannot wait to show you—"

"Slow your roll, dolcezza. I'm going first."

"But—"

Melissa's lips land on (Y/N), and it immediately shuts her up. "No buts."

[createdbytragedy]

GOODBYE KISS

Pairing: Choi Beomgyu x reader Genre: Fluff, established relationship Warning: None A/N: Just a small drabble after a long break. I actually forget that the millions of scenarios and fanfics ideas in my head aren't gonna write itself. "Its getting late, you should go....." you mumbled to your boyfriend, breaking away from his kiss. "I have 10 minutes more," he stated, capturing your lips once again, his big hands rubbing your back up and down, down and up, soothing you from whatever stressed and doubt you had before. He always did that. Kisses you senseless until you forgot all about the world around you and the only thing you can feel was his presence and his lips dancing with yours. "Don't wanna go tonight~" he whined, pulling out but still holding your chin as he looked at you lovingly. You chuckled," You never wanna go, Gyu" "Don't wanna leave you." he mumbled, wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer as he placed soft little kisses on your cheeks and forehead, making you giggle. His embrace was so warm, so comfortable and so perfect. Like his arms were made to hold you. Like you were made for each other, after all. You almost felt selfish, wanting him to keep him all to yourself. Maybe make him stay tonight. You knew he would if you just say the word but the rational side you of you knew he had to go. There were other people out there who needed him too. And right now, his fans needed him. "Are you gonna miss me while I'm gone?" he asked, looking at you with those golden eyes that always made your heart skip a beat. "Of course, baby. Will miss you every minute and every second. " You answered, smiling at him. He smiled back, content with the assurance. "DO you --" he was cut off by the horn honking from outside your shared apartment several times a row. Beomgyu groaned, hesitantly retracting his arms from your waist. "ARGHHH!! don't wanna go yet..." he pouted. You smiled, standing up and cupping his cheek. "Just 3 to 4 weeks baby. Then I'm all yours again. You can do it for me, right?" He nodded. For you? Yes, he could. "Don't skip meals and drink lots of water. And I'll call you whenever I'm free. I love you a lot, okay?" You smiled, " I know, baby. I love you more." You said, pulling him into a hug that he melts into. His soft chuckle vibrating in your ear. "Gonna marry you one day." he whispered. The horn honked once again. This time, longer and more consistent. You laughed together before making your way to the door. "Goodnight, sweetheart. Have a good sleep tonight, hm." He said, walking out the door. "You too, honey. Let me know when you reached." you smiled as you watched Beomgyu make his way to the black limo standing outside. His head turn every second, smiling and waving at you until he was inside and the limo drove off. You sigh, closing the door and making your way inside the house that felt too empty without the presence of your boyfriend. You turned on the lights of the kitchen, ready to do the dishes you procrastinated to spend more time with him. You were putting on the apron when you heard the front door open. Your heart skipping a beat at the possibility of a robbery, until you heard the familiar footsteps. "Huh? Gyu, did you forget some---" in a second, you were swiped off the ground, the apron falling from your hands as Beomgyu held you, placing a passionate kiss on your lips. It didn't take long for you to respond, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting go of the world once more. His kisses always felt like that. Passionate enough to make you think you were dreaming. He pulled out first, grinning at you with twinkling eyes as he spoke. "I forgot my goodbye kiss."

[doc-pickles]

waking up in vegas | matthew tkachuk x hughes!sister (pt. 6)

series masterlist

summary: the tension between you and Matthew finally comes to a head while he’s on a road trip

warnings: smut (fingering, mentions of sex, phone sex)

a/n: another installment of waking up in vegas AND a smutmas story! enjoy!!

xoxo

nina

It’s day five of Matthew’s two-week-long road trip and you’re already antsy waiting for his return. You’d grown accustomed to having him around all the time so his long absence was already messing with you. Not to mention that during your second trimester, you’d become increasingly needy, hormones all over the place. In the days since Matthew left you’ve gone back and forth between upset, lonely, and wanting nothing more than for Matthew to fuck you senseless. 

The sexual tension between you two had grown since you’d moved in but you still hadn’t done anything since Vegas and you were almost shaking with need. You want Matthew more than anything and your out-of-control hormones weren’t helping anything. 

You’d practically been waiting by the phone all night for Matthew’s call. You knew he had a game so his call came a bit later but the second his voice came across the line your body relaxed as you sat across your bed, putting your phone on speaker and setting it on your nightstand. 

“Hey,” Matthew’s voice sounds out as you settle. “How are you feeling?”

“M’fine. How was the game?” you keep your tone light as your fingers brush down your body, running over your sleep shorts. 

Matthew starts to ramble about the game, just his voice stirring up butterflies in your stomach. Your eyes flutter closed as your fingers venture under the hem of your sleep shorts, finding the soaked cotton of your panties. 

“Anyways enough about me, what’d you get up to today?” Matthew asks just as your index finger brushes over your clit. “You still there?”

“Mhmm,” you say softly, your body thrumming with need. “Fuck… Matty…”

“What’s up? You sound out of breath,” Matthew’s tone is laced with concern as you move your hand under the band of your panties. “Is everything okay? With you and the-“

“I want you so badly,” you gasp out, one finger dipping down to tease your entrance. “I’ve been trying to hold off for weeks but I can’t help it anymore.”

“Don’t play with me right now,” Matthew breathes out across the line. “I’m so serious, if you’re playing with me-“ 

Your moan of pleasure cuts Matthew off as your fingers finally slide into your dripping cunt. The sensation has you gasping, your body humming at the feeling after days of yearning, “My fingers aren’t as big as yours, need you to stretch me out.” 

“Holy shit,” Matthew groans and you smirk to yourself, knowing you’ve got him now. “Switch to Facetime, wanna see your pretty face.”

You shake your head as you add a second finger to your pussy, “No, just need your voice. You can see me when you get back home.”

Even the frustrated groan Matthew lets out has your pussy clenching around your fingers, “Baby that’s ten days away. I’m not gonna last that long.”

“You sound frustrated,” you coax another groan out from Matthew as your fingers continue to pump in and out of your pussy. “What’re you going to do when you get home?”

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk,” Matthew’s voice is low, almost a growl, as he taunts you. “Fuck… I want to spend hours between your thighs, baby. Been thinking of how good you taste for months.”

Your breath comes out in a moan as you bring one hand up to palm at your breast, fingers slowly rolling your nipple between them. 

“Want you to ride me, know how much you like that,” you moan, your fingers moving up to circle your clit as Matthew’s deep voice continues to tease you. “Fuck, can’t wait to have your perfect tits in my face again. You’re driving me crazy walking around in those fucking sports bras baby.”

“They’re bigger, so full,” you barely gasp the words out. “Fuck and they’re so sensitive Matty. You did this to me, put a baby in me and made my hormones go crazy. Need you to take care of me.”

Matthew lets out an absolutely filthy moan on the other end of the phone and you gasp at the sound, your body on fire as you listen to the sounds he’s making. 

“‘m so close please, baby,” you cry as you pinch your nipple harshly, wishing Matthew was buried between your breasts. 

“God, you’re a little slut for me, aren’t you? Moaning and making a mess all over your fingers,” Matthew breathes out, his own moan following the words. “You want my hard cock baby? Want me to fuck you until you’re screaming my name?”

“Matty,” you cry out, your orgasm cresting over you as you continue to whimper and moan. “Oh my god baby.”

Matthew’s groan of release has your chest clenching as you come down from your high, “Fuck, such a good girl for me. Can’t wait to come home, treat you so good.”

“Miss you so much,” you breathe out when you catch your breath. “Need you to come home to me.”

Across the line Matthew chuckles and you can picture him laid out on his hotel bed with that stupid grin you love so much. 

“Longest ten days of my fucking life, baby.”

[atrueneutral]

On a scale from 0-100, how Down Bad™️ is Raphael for Tav?

He did it to himself. HWBASK!Raphael Down Badness™️ under the cut.

Chapter 1: As entertained as I am by the mouse, she’s a tool, nothing more. She will get me what she wants she- she did what? How dare she! I will make her suffer, I will make her break…

Chapter 2: Poor thing - all alone, so defenseless as she sleeps. And without her stolen goods to keep her comfort, tsk tsk. I could kill her now… were that I one to debase myself in senseless murder... Bah, where would the fun in that be? What I have planned is far more interesting…

Chapter 3: She’s here! How I’ve waited for and dreamed of this day (for a year she’s cursed my thoughts)! Everything is going as planned and will go as planned! She will suffer, she will break!

Chapter 5: Oh… the mouse looks tantalizing in this bed she made. Shame we’re going to be late. Mm, she’s trying to get a reaction out of me and-- damn her. Rhys or his Collection will not taste her before I have! There! I have marked her! And she will not be anyone else's!

Damn it all! I am a fool for going against my plan, but I need to remind Rhys that my the mouse is not to be killed…

I want more of her…

Chapter 6: It's a weakness to admit I don't like seeing her injured, however it's only because the harm wasn’t inflicted by my hand. I’ll whisk her off to the boudoir where I can watch her bathe before teasing her with an element of the next act.

What is it with this soiled blanket? Ah, it was theirs. Now I am being inundated with thoughts of them…

Begone, spawn...

Chapter 7: Mm, I do like seeing her naked. And I like conversing with her - she amuses me, nothing more. I'll mark her again to assert myself and my role in her life - I have defined it by the terms: the mark is to stay for the entirety of our time together! Which is eternity! Her soul will be mine... Chapter 8: She continues to amuse me with these threats. She'll break my toes? Ha! I won't go to her, though I know she wishes to see me... I wish to see her... but this distance I'm putting between us is necessary. I fear what she could do to me... She forces my hand by throwing Others in my face! By removing MY mark! I will not be removed! Ah, of course she's put together my involvement with the vampire spawn. And she thinks to threaten me with this blade? Foolish woman. A mere bluff - she wouldn't. I can tell she is aware of it, too... this... this thing between us... this tension that the barest touch of her knife would cut...

She's being a coward...

Allow me to be the knife.

We will both give in to this need.

Afterwards, I will continue on this path to destroy her...

For she's destroying me.

My little mouse...

Chapter 9: She's spending too much time dancing with the Ravengard boy... It's fine - I will have (all of) her attention soon. In the meantime, I will help myself to her body (a gift I crave more and more these days), and my touch will remind her that though she's in the Ravengard boy's arms, I am there. Hm... she will forsake her ribbon and show my claim on her if I resist my urges? Very well. This concession of mine will be but a sample of the more formal and physical declaration that she. is. mine.

I suffer to be in the same room as her - she's intoxicating. I wish to touch her... but there is business to be done... I can't help myself - my control wavers whenever she is near. I must taste her.

What has she done?

Chapter 10: I'm not in love with her. She'll suffer. She'll break...

Chapter 11: She's in love with me? She's in love with me. She's mine!

Chapter 12: She hates me but she loves me. I will ensure that we will be together! For eternity! But to Hells with this accursed hope in my chest that she will choose to be with me...

Should she make the wrong choice, I will make the correct one for her. I will not be without what I now know I can have.

Chapter 13: Stubborn and foolish woman! Damn you, Tav! For making me... no, I cannot, will not admit to it... Let this prove it to you.

I...

Chapter 14: I detest her. She's gone, leaving me with this insufferable ache... I can't do anything but think of her. She's gone and marred my existence with her existence.

What could have been...

Yes, I detest her.

I will give her a gift... aside from my mark on her neck...

Daggers in shades of green - a color that will remind her of the soul she'd lost and the soul I'd returned, and a color that will forever remind me of our dance.

I wish to consume her as she's consumed me.

I wish-

Tav?

She's made her choice...

And...

She's mine.

[sanjis-moulinrouge]

Lost Together

Zoro x Sanji

Summary: Sanji and Zoro are lost and injured, they end up discovering other ways of interacting besides fighting and bickering.

a/n: Fluff, it ended up being longer than I planned. Hope you enjoy it. English is not my first language, so my apologies if something sounds unnatural.

cw: swearing

AO3 link

It wasn't the first time that Sanji and Zoro got lost, but this time finding the right path was more difficult than they imagined. After a while of bickering, silence appeared with a feeling of concern. Zoro was trying to distract the cook with some light conversation, but Sanji was losing his patience.

“uhm, we should find a place soon, mosshead.”

“I see, you’re scared,” Zoro replied in a taunting tone.

“Shut the fuck up, don’t wanna hear you… I don’t know why I followed you. You’re a mess.”

Zoro began to move forward, he could no longer tolerate the chef’s comments because deep down he knew he was right, he couldn’t refute the complaints.

“Hey Marimo… hey, don’t you dare to get lost alone, I’m fucking tired” Sanji hurried to reach him while lighting a cigarette.

In silence, the walk continued for a long time, the smell of flowers and the noise of the birds relaxed and distracted Sanji from the fatigue his entire body felt. Zoro was also tired, but wasn't willing to show it yet, everything would be fine after sleeping.

“Cook, you look worried,” the swordsman added.

“I am! ‘cause we’re injured and we need to find a safe place to stay. The temperatures vary here… can you make a freakin’ connection? you idiot.”

The wind made the leaves of the enormous trees hum. In the distance they heard a thunderous fall, the ground started to quiver, a sound from beneath the ground began to approach them.

“Oh shit” Sanji growled. 

Without knowing where to go or how many times they’d already been there, they ran hurriedly.  As Sanji rushed forward, Zoro stumbled, the top of one of his thighs was bleeding noticeably. 

Desperation was evident on their faces, but Zoro was able to reach the cook who was waiting for him a short distance away. A colossal shadow followed them, twisting and changing shapes, its steps were heavy, they vibrated and echoed.

“Hurry uuup, Marimo.” Sanji finally spotted an entrance to what appeared to be a cave. Crouched, they crossed the threshold quickly, the vegetation was so abundant that it blocked the view from outside. The path expanded as they moved forward, which led them to a large subterranean area surrounded by trees.

“What the fuck was that? Did you see it?” Zoro muttered while he pressed his injury.

“I don’t think that massive shit could get inside. We’ll spend the night here” Sanji gasped.

Zoro nodded.

“I think for today we should be cautious and use some reserves, I’ll cook some vegetables, the weeds here will be enough to make a fire.”

Despite the shock, the cook's voice had already calmed down. There was something in Sanji's tone that conveyed tranquility to Zoro. Deep down he wasn't that bothered by the idea of spending time with him despite the conditions. 

The chef’s figure while cooking got him trapped, he moved gracefully as he cut and stirred the ingredients in the pan. When Sanji cooked he was on his own world, staring at how the vegetables sautéed, a cigarette melted in his fingers. His blue eyes were fixed on the preparation, his gaze was more intense than normal, which was fascinating to observe.

Zoro’s mind was blank, to re-focus he contemplated how the fire grew, its many shapes and its heat. Suddenly, the smell of food brought him back.

“Mosshead, here you have.”

Sanji, as usual, sat close. Despite the typical and senseless quarrels it had become a routine to eat together, but it felt different. Sharing together both extremely exhausted and bruised, made them feel exposed. Sanji didn’t know how to express with words the extra tension Zoro caused him. The swordsman wanted to avoid any contact that would reveal his impatience when Sanji was close. 

“mm…how’s your leg?” the blond mumbled while eating.

Zoro was focused and in a trance with the food, he only managed to gesture in agreement.

“Chopper left some bandages in the bag.”

“Forget about it, curly cook”

Sanji stood up with the dishes and Zoro gestured to help him.

“N-no need” Sanji said while clearing his throat.

The cook washed everything and wandered around the place while smoking a cigarette. As he walked he moved his arms, then gently tilted, bent and rotated the neck from side to side, he stretched and tried to massage some points on his back and shoulders, but the pain remained. 

Zoro saw how the cook struggled with the discomfort but didn't know how to help, so he tried to lie down next to the fire, covering himself with an old blanket, while the chef watched the sky. He began to relax with the warmth of the fire, falling asleep for a few minutes he felt Sanji around him.

“Ok marimo, let’s clean your mess” Zoro listened unguarded as Sanji uncovered him.

“Oi, dumbass. Don’t you dare!”

“You fool, I’m trying to help,” Sanji barked.

“Argh” Zoro hated to be surprised, the chef’s body was so close to him, making him vulnerable and uneasy. 

“C’mon damn swordsman, I’m freakin’ tired too. Show me the wound, move your clothes.”

Sanji’s radiant hands gently cleaned the area; the cook had let boiled water cool to try to disinfect the lesion. He gently pressed the spot, but still Zoro let out a whimper.

Sanji began to wrap the bandage around his thigh.

“Oh shit, it keeps bleeding.”

“You have no idea how to do this, it’s getting loose.” The swordsman was panicking, he had to try something to avoid the proximity.

“Let me try again” Sanji stressed when Zoro grabbed him tightly by the arm.

Sanji got alarmed, their eyes met.

“Stop, asshole. You don’t have to do this, you’re not a doctor”. 

The blond pushed him back and quickly tightened the bandage. Zoro felt the strength that Sanji had to hold him back.

“A-ah, you fuck-” Zoro gasped and blushed.

“See, you just had to collaborate.” Sanji was fighting internally not to act nervous, he succeeded.

At the unexpected interaction, Zoro sank into the blanket. He didn't feel so sleepy anymore, but pretended to be asleep to avoid any kind of future embarrassment. 

Sanji was still around, smoking and walking back and forth.

“Shit. I wish I could go to Kureha's place to fix my back again” Sanji muttered to himself. His pain wasn’t that big as it was in Drum Island, but still he needed help. He sat by the fire to savor the last cigarette of the night, he looked around a few more times to make sure they were alone and safe. This time Zoro wasn't snoring or he couldn't hear him because he was completely wrapped up.

As some things didn't change much, just like the routines they had on the ship, he lay down relatively close to Zoro.

Sanji's back hurt so much that he gave long sighs, making it difficult to induce sleep. Zoro noticed how the blonde was squirming in his spot trying to find a comfortable position. During a short period, he found some peace tightly curled into himself. 

Zoro observed Sanji's peculiar way of sleeping, brief twitches, sometimes he frowned, other times it seemed like he was hiding his body completely from something, until finally he settled face down.

Without a word, Zoro crept closer to him and began to slide his huge hand down the blond's back. He didn’t have access to Sanji’s face, which was better for him because he wasn’t sure of the possible reaction. 

Sanji let out a long sigh and moaned. “Mmh, who… wh-what?” He raised his body a little to look in the direction of who was making extended movements along his entire spine.

“The fuck are you doin’?”

Zoro moved quickly, preventing Sanji from changing position, he sat above the cook, having access to his entire back, accommodating the blonde's hips between his legs he pulled up Sanji’s shirt a bit. 

“Chopper can help me later, you-you fool… stop.”

“Shh, shut up” Zoro blurted as he looked at Sanji's bruises all over his back.

“You have some crazy shit here. Who hurt you like this?”

“Some shitty bastards, weird creatures… similar to the one who followed us, smaller tho.” 

“You made it to escape at least.” Zoro replied while pressing Sanji’s back.

“A-ah fuck… it hurts”

“You’re so cold, shitty cook... and the bonfire is still there.”

Even if he had wanted to, he couldn’t resist. The warm hands made Sanji feel very satisfied, Zoro squeezed his neck and upper back carefully and slid his palms back down his sides. Circular strokes were also stimulating, other movement came from the waist, the fingertips all gathered to an even point. Zoro wasn't sure if those massage attempts were the right ones, but at least Sanji's face showed some relief at times.

The swordsman looked closely at the chef's back, besides the bruises, there were quite a few moles. Also, grabbing his defined waist gave him chills, his heart was racing, he had to take some deep breaths to make his agitation go unnoticed. The chef finally was feeling a little pleasure within the stinging pain that burned his muscles.

“We’re done... I kind of owed you this.” 

Zoro settled back into his place. Sanji turned towards him and got closer. 

“You have a small cut under your eye” the cook lightly touched the area, making Zoro move back as a reflex.

“Oi, oi… go back to your place, weirdo” Zoro said abruptly and frowning.

The temperature began to drop sharply, Sanji was shivering from the cold, he moved looking for the warm areas of his blanket.

Zoro opened his eyes, the sky was clear, there was enough light to see that the blond was fully covered but shaking. He got near and stretched out his blanket. Sanji turned around facing him, Zoro hesitated… his brain was collapsing.

Sanji’s sleepy eyes were trying to focus, until the cook managed to look at him intently.

They stared at each other for a few seconds

“The scratch… on your face” Sanji mouthed. 

He brought his hand closer to the wound, his fingertips felt like electricity to Zoro. His heart was pumping again, he trembled.

On an impulse Sanji crashed his lips against his. Zoro's head was spinning, unable to utter a word, he held the cook’s face to prolong the kiss and make the moment endure.

Their breaths become agitated with the tension. The chef pressed soft kisses to his forehead, eyelids and nose, unable to stop themselves, their lips met again. 

Zoro pressed rough, wet kisses up from Sanji’s neck to his jawline.

“Sh-shit” the blond cooed as he caressed and pressed the swordsman’s head against his chest. 

He deepened each kiss, biting and capturing Zoro’s lips again and again. They just stopped to contemplate each other’s faces in half-light. The blond loved to brush the outline of Zoro's moistened lips with his fingers. Back in the game, Sanji explored the taste of Zoro’s collarbone and neck, his skin was warm and salty, palpitating. He tenderly slid his hand down his chests and abs, stroking Zoro’s waist moving down towards his hips.

This was way better than fighting and bickering. Their tongues clashed, stifled by Zoro’s kiss, Sanji released the faintest whimper, pleading for more. Nibbling their lips, both moaned passionately, suffocated wrestling with their tongues, they savored and sucked their lips before pulling away. Dirty and soft kisses all over again, both were enraptured by pleasure.   

Sanji moved to fully embrace Zoro, he was yearning for his body but his back cracked, knocking him down.

“Ooh, fuuuck” he screeched.

“Uhmm… crap” Zoro gasped. “You need to rest, lovecook.” 

“BUT… we” he protested when suddenly Zoro smooched him gently.

“Slow down or I’ll kick your ass” 

The swordsman grabbed him slowly to flip him over.

“Stay like that, don’t freakin’ face me” hugging him from behind. 

Still restless, Sanji felt Zoro's imposing body warming his back, his chest trying to catch a normal pace of breath. The green-haired man placed kisses against the back of his neck, against his hair, and along his shoulder.

“We have to rest, you said we need to find the crew”

“Yes, but we have something pending on the menu” Sanji uttered in a flirty tone.

“Argh, you damn cook, sleep!”

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I'm obssessed with your eren writings, they're the best, THEY ALL ARE AMAZING

I LITERALLY LOVE YOU SO MUCH !!!!!!!

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Bf-Eren who is a little controlling but in a sweet way like covering you in his jacket when your dress is a bit too exposing for him. He needs to know where and who you are with at all times because your the best thing to him and he cant risk loosing you. Also his trust issues are SCREAMING and although he gets an ego boost knowing how others look at you knowing your all his, he can get a little insecure and gets all clingy and cute.

Bf-Eren who makes sure you live the rich lavish life. He's paying for your hair and nails and loves it when you get his initial painted on one. He's taking you out to fancy restaurants and ensuring everything you eat is of the best quality. He loves cutting up your food for you and treating you like the princess you are.

Bf-Eren who takes you shopping constantly watching you spend all of his money while he sits as you change in and out of dresses in the dressing room, and sometimes when he just cant take it anymore he's joining you for a quickie so he can get rid of his hard after seeing you in those short skirts and dresses.

Bf-Eren who begs you every night to shower or bath with him. He loves how you massage the soap into his skin after an long day at work. Your fingers running through his hair rubbing in the shampoo as he leans to place his forehead on your shoulder as you massage his scalp.

Bf-Eren who has to be touching you at all times, weather its walking hand in hand or having you sit on his lap while he works. Even if your cooking dinner he will be behind you running his hands up and down your body with his chin on your shoulder whispering 'your skin is so soft' in your ear.

Bf-Eren who cant kiss you for longer than 10 seconds without it leading to sex. your too irresistible to him the taste of your lips just beg him to take more of you. With you pushed against the wall of the shower he's thrusting slow and deep into you from behind leaving hickeys all across your shoulders and neck.

Bf-Eren who cant stop talking about you to his friends and co- workers. He would be sitting at his desk eating one of your baked goods while he gushes about you to Armin at the desk next to him. and when its a 'guys' night and they are out at the club he's often laying in bed with you instead watching videos of drunk Jean, Connie's sends into the group chat that you both laugh at.

Bf-Eren who adores how innocent you look when you wear your glasses and one of those tiny crop top as you sit on the couch next to him reading a book. You have no idea what your doing to him and he's quick to pull you onto him making you sit on his cock while you read aloud to him whining for him to just fuck you 'But baby you look so cute. just a little longer I promise mama and then I'll fuck you senseless.'

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don’t go — yang jungwon. classmates to lovers. zombie apocalypse au. fluff and angst. 

synopsis. you never would’ve expected meeting your class president under these circumstances, but here you are, in a barricaded classroom with your hand in his. when night falls and the undead sound a little quieter, jungwon makes it his responsibility to check for any possible routes of escape, but it’s a little hard when you’re begging him not to go (1.7k words)

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“I’m scared.”

The sound of heavy footsteps is all you hear, echoing around your school hallways in senseless direction and stretching all the way towards the staircase. At least, it’s all you hear from where you’re hidden with Jungwon, just a few meters from the things that roam the halls. 

“Jungwon, I’m so scared.”

Your temporary sanctuary is in a locked classroom, windows and doors barricaded to keep a barrier between the pair of you and the undead. It’s dusty, and your only notable memory of the place is crying while having to push at the bodies of the people who used to be your classmates, the ones you had to kill if you wanted to survive. 

They weren’t who they used to be, is what you repeat in your head over and over as you try to justify your actions. And yet, flashes of memory still sneak their way in. You refuse to acknowledge them, afraid of getting killed if you let yourself get distracted by who they were before they turned.

Everything had happened in a flash, you don’t even remember much. It passes you like a blur - the screams, finding the warmth of a hand, running away until you couldn’t catch your breath anymore, and shoving yourselves into any room you found that was unoccupied. Now, it’s almost a day later and you’re left wondering what your plan of action was supposed to be.

You lean against Jungwon, desperately trying to reassure yourself that you still had someone. Not that you and the class president were necessarily close before this had happened. You’ve only shared brief interactions in class, or when you were tasked to bring papers into the Council office with him, or even short greetings in the hallways. Nothing more than simple hello’s and small waves.

Now, you’re clinging onto him with the prospect of never letting him go. 

“Are you okay?” He’s asked you this several times within the day, and all you can really do is nod. You don’t really know the answer yourself, but given the circumstances, being alive was more than enough to consider that you were okay. 

Jungwon has his head leaned against yours and he’s holding onto your hand just as tight as he did when he was pulling you down the hallways, seeking for safety. You reason that he was just like you - he needed something indicative of being constant. 

Did he witness losing a friend just like you did? Did he feel just as guilty as you when you had to kill the people you used to spend every day with?

“You know, if we’re the last people we’ll ever see, you might as well call me Wonie. All my close friends used to call me Wonie…” The latter comes out in a pained whisper as if he was tired of remembering that his friends were gone. 

“Don’t say that, Jungwon.” 

“Wonie.”

You sigh, pulling your head away to take a good look at the boy seated beside you. His appearance looked dusty, blood sprawled across his uniform, and he had a small cut on his cheek. Albeit, hidden in specs of concrete and ash. “We’ll make it out of here, Wonie.”

He smiles at the mention of his nickname. 

“I can’t believe we’re meeting each other under these circumstances.” His voice is barely above a whisper, and you feel him playing with your hand - intertwining your fingers together before untangling them and intertwining them again. 

You laugh humourlessly at the intimacy of the action. If the circumstances were anything but, you’d probably be blushing and stuttering over your own words at the feel of his hand in yours. But you knew, behind your miserable attempts of keeping things lighthearted, you two were just as distraught as the other. 

You hadn’t heard or seen anyone else that was alive on this floor and the events were just starting to dawn on the both of you again. 

Your unsuccessful attempt at escaping earlier was one of the scariest experiences of your life, a close second to the outbreak almost a day ago, and the look of horror on Jungwon’s face when he almost lost you was something you never wanted to see again. His strained voice yelling at you to run when he was finally able to pry the zombie that had previously been atop of you echos in your head over and over.

When the room falls silent, you risk another glance at Jungwon. He looks nothing but pained and confused, eyes stern and lips pressed together in a straight line. It hurt seeing him like this, but you knew better than to disturb him when you knew he was thinking of how to get you two out of there.

“Does it sound quieter to you?” You sit up a little straighter, trying to hear more from the hallways outside. He was right, the sound of heavy footsteps you had heard earlier was now reduced to lighter footsteps - you think, maybe they were moving elsewhere. 

“Yeah… is it time?” It stings when he meets your eyes. Jungwon can see the fear flash in them when you realize that it might be time to attempt to escape again. He breaks eye contact with you as soon as he meets your eyes, staring straight ahead of the empty classroom instead. 

“I’ll go alone.”

His words prompt you to pull your hand away from his. “What?”

“I’ll go alone. I’ll try to inspect the floor, see if anyone else is still alive, and see where we could possibly escape from, and I’ll come back to you.”

“Jungwon, you’re not going alone.”

“I’ve made my decision, and I’m going alone. Look, I’m not coming close to losing you again. You’re all I have left.” He sucks his cheeks, and you can hear the slight tremble in his voice. He’s very clearly fighting back a few tears from falling. “I– I almost lost you a few hours ago.”

“Wonie, you aren’t going to lose me.” Your voice breaks as you pull him into your arms. He sucks in a deep breath, clinging onto your blouse and leaving prints of blood where he had your uniform bunched up in his fists. “Stop it. I’m coming with you.” You feel your own body start to shake, and you don’t know where to put your hands, and your eyes are stinging a little bit from the dust and tears building up. 

“No, you’re not.” 

“Jungwon, please.” You try to say, but all that leaves your mouth is a hideous sob. He pulls away from your embrace, half-heartedly laughing as he wipes his tears away before moving to wipe yours. “Don’t go. This isn't fair.” You hope the pained expression on your face is enough to make him stay.

Your face breaks further when you realize that he isn’t listening to you, and Jungwon can hear his own heart shatter into pieces. “What if I’m the one who loses you?” You no longer try to fight back the tears that gather at your eyes, and everything seems a little blurry to you. 

Jungwon shakes his head, shushing you quietly as he holds your face gently in his hands, continuing to wipe at the tears falling down your cheeks. 

“I have to do this. I promise I’ll be back.” He tries to put on a smile to at least comfort you for a few minutes. “No, no. Don’t, please just let me come with you. I can’t have you going out there alone. Please, Jungwon. I— If you don’t want me to go, then just stay with me. Please stay here, for me.”

He falters, hearing your voice crack and feeling your harsh grip around his wrists. 

“Hey, hey, _______. Stop crying, I’ll come back. Stop crying, please.” You shake your head at him, and he’s pressing his lips against your cheeks in an attempt to calm you down. “I have to go. Come on, give me a smile. I don’t like seeing you cry.” 

“I can’t, Jungwon.” You sniffle.

“Come on, just a small smile so I know you’re okay.” You blink up at him through your tears, hands still clinging desperately around his. You can see the tear stains from his own cheeks and the redness tainting his nose (you don’t have to look at the mirror to know you probably look the same).

“Well, what if I’m not okay with you leaving? Just let me come with you, or stay here with me. Please, let’s do it together.” You’re stuttering over your own words and Jungwon moves to hold your face back in his hands, looking deeply into your eyes.

“I’ll be back.” He repeats.

You break into another sob and Jungwon pulls you in for a short embrace, planting a kiss on top of your head. “I promise I’ll make it back. You can count on me.” He speaks a little louder, more sternly but his actions contradict that of his tone as he caresses your face gently, rocking both of your bodies back and forth.

“You better come back.” You sniff, wiping at your nose and inhaling a deep breath. 

“I will, hey, look at me?” He wills you to look at him, tilting his head to try and catch your eye. You feel the same sharp sting when you hold his gaze. “I promise I’ll come back for you.” 

You nod your head, and he places one last firm kiss on your forehead before he pulls away and gathers the things he needs to search for help and if he’s lucky, any more survivors. 

“Stay right here, okay?” You gulp, but you nod at his words again. “Let me hear your pretty voice.” 

“I don’t know what to say.” You find a hint of a smile form on Jungwon’s lips when you speak to him again. Knowing you’ve stopped crying, he feels it’s ready to go, so he moves to set aside the things in the barricade. 

He feels a set of arms wrap around him from behind and he feels himself stop breathing. Jungwon vows to himself to make it back to you no matter what.

When he turns around one last time to look at you, you make an effort to force a smile on your face. If this was the last time he’ll ever see you again, you want the last thing he’ll remember to be a smile and what you hope to be genuine concern in your eyes. 

Tonight, you say goodbye to Jungwon - and hope to say ‘hello’ to him again in a few hours.

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let me take care of you

Summary: After an exceptionally difficult case, Spencer comes back home tense and stressed. You decide to help him release some of the pressure the best way you know how. It's situations like these where Spencer needs to sit back and get the treatment he deserves.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: 18+ content (NSFW/NSFM) | stressed Spencer, oral (m receiving), breeding kink, switch!Spencer, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, etc. // this is my first fic in 3 years so pls be nice

Word Count: 2.7k

please feel free to request, I always need ideas!

Spencer had just returned from a nearly week long case across the country, and from the sound of him carelessly dropping his bags by the door you could tell it had been one that required a lot from him.

"I missed you," you say, entering the living room and walking to him with open arms.

He wrapped his arms around you tighter than you could ever recall he had before, and then he leaned down to bury his face in the nook between your shoulder and your neck.

"You have no idea how much I've needed this, y/n," Spencer sighs, bringing his face to yours in a soft kiss.

When he pulls away, you look up at him with concern, "Tough case?"

He begins to pull off his coat as he nods to confirm your assumption. "Quite. I usually have no problem with the copious amount of reading that comes with any case, but there was something about the brutality and senselessness of these murders that really got to me."

"Was it children?" You ask as you place your hand on the side of his face, brushing your thumb over his cheek.

Spencer presses his lips together flatly before responding, "Yes. Most of them were Henry's age, but - I don't really want to talk about it. I'm going to grab a shower, okay?"

"I can run you a bath, it might relax you more," you offer.

He abruptly cuts you off, something very out of the ordinary for his usual behavior. "No, no... but thank you. I, uhm, I think I need to have the hot water my skin and just... just get it out of my head, okay?"

Spencer begins unbuttoning his shirt on the way towards our master bathroom, muttering something inaudible to himself. You hear the water turn on and yet you are still frozen by the front door. This was probably the most tense you had seen him after a case, and to a certain degree you felt helpless. He had rejected your offer of a bath and you're sure that he won't have an appetite afterwards either. You begin considering all the possibilities of what you could do to help him relieve some stress and what he might be up for. Suddenly, the perfect idea of how to take care of him hits you, so you begin the set up.

Thankfully, Spencer spends an extensive amount of time in the shower, giving you plenty of time to gather the supplies you need and place it all perfectly before you hear the water shut off. You utilize the last few minutes by rushing to change into something more appealing than the sweats you had worn all day, and plop on the end of the bed, crossing your ankles.

Spencer opens up the bathroom door wearing nothing but a light purple towel wrapped around his waist. He had his eyes closed as he ran his fingers through his wet curls, dripping more water droplets down his strong shoulders and exposed chest. When he eventually opened his eyes, they became wide with surprise.

He scanned the room, observing the various white candles lit throughout and the two glasses of wine on the bedside table. Soon enough, his eyes reached where you were perched on the bed wearing his favorite deep wine satin cami. Spencer's mouth parted slightly and his teeth grazed against his bottom lip.

"What is all this, y/n?" He asks, coming to stand in front of you. His gaze locked on you from above and a sudden rush of heat flooded your cheeks.

You responded to his question with a suggestive smile, "You're so on edge, Spence. I figured I could do something to help. Did the shower work?" You stand up to hand him a glass of the aged cabernet sauvignon you had poured, before and pressing your palms against his bare chest.

"N-no," he shook his head. "I mean - a little, but not as much as whatever you have planned." He sipped quietly on his beverage before placing it on the top of the vanity.

"First thing's first, take a seat," you gesture to the vintage velvet lounge chair across from you.

Spencer moves to sit without question and you follow to stand behind him. Placing a small amount of massage oil on your hands, you begin to massage out the tension. You work your way from his shoulder blades up to the nape of his neck, proceeding to press small kisses along his neck and jaw as you progressed. His body was already radiating with heat from his warm shower, but the strategic working of your fingers was what made him melt under your touch.

"I'm sorry that the case was so demanding, baby," you whisper in his ear. "Let me take care of you."

A small moan of agreement slips from his mouth as his eyes flutter to close.

You proceed to work out the knots you find buried in the muscles of his upper back with care and move to massage his scalp to help alleviate the headache you were certain he had developed through his hard work.

As you massaged, you whispered every little thing you appreciated about him: how hard he worked, how he always made sure you were taken care of, how he motivated you to be a better person, how safe you felt in his arms, and a couple dozen more you could think of off the top of your head.

As the tightness of his body began to subside and his eyes were still closed with relaxation, you took the opportunity sneak to drop to your knees in front of where he was seated. The abandonment of your touch startled him, but you could tell from the dumbstruck look on his face that he wasn't disappointed in the adjustment of your position.

"Baby, please -," Spencer begins as you lean over to press your index finger to his lips.

"Shhh, I know," you respond, leaning over to kiss the trail leading down the the top of the towel, causing the outline of his bulge to twitch. "Like I said, I'm going to take care of you... in every. single. way. Just like you deserve."

You slowly pull the tucked edge of the towel from his waist, pulling it out from underneath him and tossing it beside the chair. The cold air hitting his thighs caused his erection to slap up onto his stomach, quite possibly the hardest you had ever seen it. A strong vein pulsed along the underside of his shaft and Spencer let out a low groan as you licked a stripe along it. You wrapped your lips around the head and slowly rotated your tongue in circles, occasionally gliding your tongue along the slit. Spencer completely fell apart beneath you, taking breaths so deep and shaky that his finger nails were leaving contrast streaks in the velvet arms of the chair.

"God," he breathed out, bringing one hand to thread through your hair as you pushed him further into your mouth. "I - I love you so much."

You came up for air, looking up at him with wide eyes and glistening lips, "I love you, too, Spence. Just relax and enjoy yourself, okay?"

"Oh - okay," he responded, throwing his head back in pleasure as you began to establish the rhythm you knew he liked most.

You tried your best to look up while you took him down your throat, even with watery eyes. Nothing compared to the faces Spencer made when he completely surrendered himself to you. Especially now, with damp curls framing his face and his bottom lip red and swollen from biting down on it so firmly. His brow was furrowed similar to how it was when the wheels of his genius mind were turning. He looked nothing sort of a Greek god absorbed in the ecstasy of his favorite vice. The noises were an entire other obsession of yours, the usually expansive vocabulary of the boy genius suddenly became limited to foul language and subconscious slips of pitiful moans and whines. It was becoming increasingly rare for you to take over, so you decided to savor ever minute.

After continuing to utilize both your hands and mouth at the pace Spencer preferred, you felt the stiffness in his shaft grow up towards the head which you knew was a sure sign that he was about to come undone. As you felt him near his climax, you quickly let off of him with a pop. The sudden decrease in stimulation made Spencer whimper and he reached out his hand to your face with his big golden brown eyes begging you to continue.

"I was so - so close, baby," Spencer mumbled, barely to gather words.

You bring yourself to lean over him, shrugging off one of the straps of your negligee. You bring your lips to his and kiss him softly. "I know, I'm sorry. I just didn't want you to finish in my mouth, you know how much better you feel when you fill me up."

A guttural groan pushed passed his lips as those final words came out of your mouth. Spencer leaned forward and pressed a trail of passionate kisses from your neck down to your exposed shoulder, bringing one hand to cup under your backside and the other to slip the strap from your opposite shoulder. The lack of support from the straps caused the slinky dress to shift down and reveal your bare breasts. As soon as he saw them, Spencer drew his mouth to the hard and sensitive nipple of one and twirled the other in between his fingertips. You couldn't help but cry out, gripping onto his thick waves as a pool of warmth began to settle in between your legs. Sometimes you genuinely believe that Spencer must be able to read minds (and this was one of those moments), as he dropped his previously occupied hand down to your navel, slowly gliding down to where your wetness grew.

When his fingertips felt the nakedness of you, a feral look glazed over Spencer's eyes. "No panties?"

"No," You shook your head, your face plastered with a mischievous grin. "I figured this would be one of those nights where you'd like easy access."

"You couldn't be more right, sweetheart," he responded, moving to move his fingers in figure-eights on your clit.

As your arousal began to grow stronger, you felt your clit begin to throb from all the stimulation. You wanted him inside you - now. You reach under you and begin to position the head of his sex at your entrance. As he continues to work his magic with his fingers, you sink down onto him slowly causing both of you to cry out in satisfaction. Both of his hands move back to cradle your ass and support you gliding up and down painstakingly slow on him.

"You're so big," you manage to mumble. "I've taken you hundreds of times, but I just - you always manage to stretch me out more."

Spencer pushes you down to sit with all of him inside of you, causing you to yelp due to the sudden pressure. "God, I swear... this pussy was made for me. You were made for me."

There's something about how he says it that makes you want to pick up the pace, bracing your hands against his chest and moving in a way that causes the type of friction that makes it dangerously easy to let go too quickly.

Spencer's large hands begin to roam along the curves of your body, attempting to admire every detail in between his eyes rolling back in his head from the work you were putting in. He firmly gripped your hip with one hand and began fucking himself up into you uncontrollably.

"How did I get so lucky?" Spencer inquired, sitting up to wrap his other arm around your waist and bury his face in between your breasts. "You're so perfect."

After a few more thrusts, you find yourself being picked up while still placed on his cock, Spencer lifting you in motion as he thrusts himself up into you. He places your back against the wall, something that only happened when he truly let himself lose control. He used to wall as leverage to drive himself into you so deep that you moans became reverberating cries of pleasure. As one particularly sharp cry bellowed out, Spencer crashed his lips to yours, almost automatically slipping his tongue inside to taste you. As he picked up the pace, he pulled away slightly, his lips still grazing yours as his cock pushed further up into your cervix.

The moans exchanged while you were still nose-to-nose was the most intimate and untamed experience you had ever felt. The sweet mint scent of his breath and the permeating smell of sex mixed together with increasingly sloppy thrusts up into you pushed you further to the edge.

He must've noticed your thighs begin to quiver because he dropped two fingers to motion once again on your deprived and desperate clit. "Let go, baby. Cum on my dick - god, please cum on my cock."

Spencer's encouragement alone was more than enough to push you over the edge, but the thrust he gave at the end was so desperate and forceful that it sent waves of pleasure crashing through you. He continued to fuck himself up into you with unhindered rhythm thanks to your arousal soaking down onto him.

The feeling of your walls contracting around him and your wetness soaking down to the base of him made Spencer have to work hard to maintain his sanity. His legs were becoming increasingly wobbly and he could tell that he was so close to finishing.

"Y-y/n, I'm about to -," Spencer croaked out, his eyes desperate for reassurance.

"Cum for me, baby... fill me up. I want to be so full of you that you can watch it slowly seep out," you encourage him.

He throws his head back and pushes so deep inside you that you feel like you could split in half. You feel his cock twitch nearly up inside your stomach as hot ropes of cum are released in side of you. Even as his finishes, he can't help but keep thrusting into you, saying a variety of cuss words and nearly incoherent bits of sentences. "Oh, fuck, y/n. N-no we're not going to l-let a single drop of this go to waste. I want y-you to go into work in the morning knowing that my f-fucking cum is buried inside you."

"Mmm, would that make you feel so much better?" You tease, feeling his length become less rigid inside you.

Spencer leaned forward to press an open-mouth kiss on your collarbone before slowly removing himself from you. "Yes. Fuck, baby, even when you're the one in control you make me feel so safe and confident. I seriously d-don't know how I got so lucky to have you. There's something about knowing that you have my cum inside of you all day would make me feel so secure... and it really takes my mind off of some parts of the hard stuff."

"Glad to be of service," you smirk, going up on your tippy toes to kiss his soft lips firmly. "I'm more than glad to be your distraction, both when you're here and when you're away."

"You're the only distraction I'll ever need," Spencer grins, smacking your ass softly. You begin to walk to the restroom when you feel him grab your wrist. "Seriously, y/n. You keep me sane. Thank you for always being here for me."

"I'll always be here, baby. For the deep conversations when you want to talk or when the best way for you to cope is physically, I'm here. Just like you are for me," you say, rubbing your palm against his chest.

"I love you," Spencer responds, picking your hand up to kiss it.

A blushing smile floods your cheeks. "I love you, too, Spence. How about I go clean up and then we finish that wine, huh?"

"That sounds like a plan... and how about I read some of my new poetry book to you?" he asks, a clear sign that he finally had the case completely off his mind.

"Perfect. I love to when you read to me. I'll be right out, Spence."

Your plan of relaxation and distraction had worked, and you had to admit - it was one of your favorite responsibilities as Spencer's girlfriend... for obvious reasons.

[kissesfromcaptors]

Hallo it’s me again 😭 wanted to say I love your writing sm! Small NSFW ask. How would the others deal with a bratty mc in bed?(Sunny Day Jack, Friend, or whoever :) )

I have so many scenarios in my head so be prepared for me to come back once or twice a week lmao.

Hey there, welcome back and thanks for another request <3 that's very sweet of you and I appreciate it a lot :) feel free to drop in with as many req's as you like, I LOVE filling asks and working with prompts so please don't be shy! I chose Friend, Jack, Ren, and Alan for this request. NSFW under the cut!

Friend

Friend is going to be a brat back. You’ve just entered a brat war and it is going to end with both of you teasing each other half out of your minds. He’s such a switch that it’s a toss up on who’s going to pick up the lead, but you’re in for the teasing of a lifetime no matter who ends up on top. He’ll go between praising you and degrading you in a heartbeat, and the brattier you act, the longer he’s going to make sure you spend hearing all about how much you rile him up and how much he needs you, just as much as you’ll hear about how you’re a naughty tease and he’s planning on taking your bratty words right out of your mouth. He’s a huge sucker for power exchange, and it’s likely you’ll end up changing who’s in charge several times before you’re both completely satisfied. 

Jack

Honestly I don’t believe Jack would be a particularly hard dom when it comes to a bratty partner- he’s much less of a brat tamer and much more of a brat enabler. He finds your teasing and bratty behavior absolutely adorable, and he’s going to cave in an instant to your attitude and demands. He’ll give you everything you want, no matter how silly or demanding, and praise you for being such a cute little brat/tease while he’s at it. That doesn’t mean he’s going to fuck you any less hard, however- it’s just that he’s going to be incredibly mushy and sweet while he’s rearranging your insides. Careful, though- if you’ve teased him long enough, he might just decide you need to be edged until you can hardly take it, or cum until you physically can’t any longer, in order to leave you feeling properly satisfied. Obviously you were feeling pretty pent-up! He knows exactly how to take care of that for you, and he’ll have you so fucked-out and senseless that any bratty inclinations of yours dissolve in favor of letting him take you apart until you’re breathless and limp in his arms. 

Ren

How Ren reacts to a bratty MC would depend largely upon what personality traits they’ve responded well to while he’s been courting you. If you’ve mostly responded to his Haruko-leaning persona, he’ll be sweet and bashful while he teases you back, and he’s guaranteed to be a blushing mess while he either caves and gives you what you want from the top, or melts into a puddle while you take charge. He’ll take anything you give him, and he finds your bratty behavior intoxicating. If you tease him/ act up enough, he’s likely to beg you for more. If you’ve responded more to his real personality, however, you’re going to be teased within an inch of your life as he fucks the bratty attitude right out of you, making sure you know that you’re his desperate little slut while he’s at it, and that you brought this on by being such a needy, misbehaving brat. Either way, you’re going to end up cumming as many times as he can possibly make you, and you’ll be a whining, overstimulated mess no matter how bratty you like to be by the time he’s done with you. 

Alan

Alan is probably the most harshly reactive to bratty behavior in bed, and while he finds it absolutely adorable and enticing when you’re acting up, it’s not going to be long before he corrects that for you. Even if you’re a toppy brat, outside of tying him down and making sure you’re the one staying in control, he’s gonna pull the uno reverse of the century once he’s decided he’s had enough of you acting up or teasing him. He’s going to take every opportunity to remind you who’s really in charge, and he wouldn’t waste time on making sure you know that you’re his, through and through. You’re likely to end up pinned or restrained while he has his way with you, and every time you’ve tried to act up is going to add another bite mark to the collection he’s giving you, a visual reminder that no matter how teasing and bratty you behave, he’s still the one who’s going to have you marked up for him and screaming his name, and he’s going to make you tell him in detail exactly what you’ve done to make him riled up and how much you really wanted him to be in charge. You aren’t going to be able to walk for a while after he’s done for you, but that’s okay, once he’s satisfied he’s worked his brat into submission, he’s happy to carry you anywhere you need to go.

[v3nusxsky]

Would it be bad if I asked for a part two for sleepy haze the lesso one ;-;

Early mornings|NSFW

*Authors note~ it's not bad to ask for a part two welcome to the smutty goodness of sleepy haze*

Trigger warnings mommy kink, praise degrading oral fingering strap on (enchanted) dom l sub r mentions squirting

Prompt~see ask^^^^

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"Mmm you're not tired are you" you murmured to your girlfriend happily loving how she was responding to your light feathers touches to her bare skin."no but you can sleep sweetheart" she murmured smiling down at you."mmm no" was all you offered before you shifted down her body. "I want you mommy" you batted your eyelashes at her innocently. "Oh you are insatiable aren't you pet? Didn't mommy fuck you well enough last night?"' There was definitely an advantage to waking up early.

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They say breakfast is the most important meal of the day, well you couldn't be happier to be having Leonora for breakfast. There is nothing you'd ever but above the taste of her. Oh and the sounds she makes as you lap at her leaking cunt were like an r angel choir singing the most beautiful melody. "Oh god pet, right there. Pleasing mommy so well. Such a precious whore." She mewled as you brought her to the edge of orgasm before you cruelly pulled away, leaving the redhead a panting sweaty mess. "Pet I swear to god if you don't- fuck!"

You couldn't help but chuckle as her sentence was cut off by you thrusting two fingers into her needy core. "Oh mommy, you're so fucking tight" you mumbled in approval as her inner velvety walls clenched against your slender fingers. "Fuck! What a good fucking cum slut you are, licking me clean. Good pet" she purred as she found her high. Like the good little pet you are you instantly lapped up your reward as your hands snuck up to play with her pert nipples, hoping to force another orgasm from her. Which you did. And you happily reaped the rewards that the red heads cunt was offering.

Leonora didn't mind giving up some dominance but it was always short lived, and that was absolutely fine by you. It wasn't surprising that you were promptly flipped onto your back and her mouth trailing down the expense of your neck and down the valley of your breasts and nipping at the pillowy flesh there. "Mommy" you whined in need hoping she'd take pity on you seems you have her two wonderful orgasms. "Shhh pet, mommys gonna take good care of you darling" she purred soothing before magically creating an enchanted strap on.

"Oh fuck me" you whimpered seeing what she'd done as it teased your soaked folds. "That's the plan darling, may as well but the haze into our early morning. I can't wait to fuck you absolutely mindless. My precious doll." Now your not sure if it was her words of the feeling of her finally slipping inch by inch into your eager pussy. "Oh mommy fuck you feel so fucking good" you mewled happily as your hips bucked upwards on their own accord.

Leonora absolutely adored taking you like this. The position allowing her to watch you split open and your greedy walls dragging her length back in for more as the rigid veins dragged against the fluttering walls of your core. True to her word Leonora fucked you over and over until you'd squirted all over the sheets as she fucked you senseless from behind and you'd came so much that standing on your legs was absolutely not going to happen now. But she cleaned you both up and even managed to get breakfast in bed on you not so early morning now. Being held in your lovers arms after being throughly fucked until you were satisfied was definitely the best way to spend your early morning start.

Word count~ 655

[cupcakes-and-pain]

Rat: CYOA

Well, you did it. You gained enough status to get an invite to a Virginia Diaz-Hills party. Whether this is a good thing or not remains to be seen, of course, but it’s not like you could refuse.

So you try to have fun. You try to blend in. You end up spending a lot of time in the corner, granted, but you did talk to a few people! There was this older gentleman named Monty. His breath stank and he spoke very rudely to the staff, but he was willing to introduce you to a few others and get you connected. Next you met Virginia herself. Her very presence made your knees shake. And later, while you were hiding in the corner again, you met Jai, the photographer. They seemed like the most normal person at the party, though you wouldn’t exactly describe them as trustworthy.

Around midnight, a crowd gathered near a door and then moved towards the center of the ballroom, gaining more and more as it went.

Screw it, you might as well see what all the fuss is about. It’s not like anything else exciting is happening.

Edging closer, you strain to see what everyone is looking at. Suddenly, amongst the smell of bodies and booze, you catch a very strong scent of blood.

“Alright, alright, everyone!” A worker announced, standing on a little stage. “Friends, associates, and borderline enemies! The entertainment has arrived. Step back, the boss is coming through to announce what we’re doing tonight.”

Suddenly everyone parts, and since you had been pushing to see what was going on, you suddenly fall in front of everyone. Many laugh, some point or take pictures (when and why did they get cameras out?), and a few look very worried.

Virginia steps forward, and the whole room goes quiet.

“Hey, it’s the newbie again! Are you enjoying my party?”

With no clue what else you’re supposed to do in this situation, you nod emphatically. She smiles.

“So, you probably have no clue about what sort of entertainment we do around here?” The way she annunciates ‘entertainment’ sends shivers down your spine.

“No ma’am.”

“Would you like to?”

And without waiting for an answer, she grabs your arm and yanks you to your feet. Then, without waiting for you to regain your balance, she drags to the center of the room. The smell of blood gets stronger, and you see a man tied to a board on stage. He is covered in bruises, scars, and cuts, many of which are open and bleeding all over that place.

“This is Rat. It’s one of the playthings I keep for me and my friends. You’re my friend, aren’t you?” You nod. “Good. Well then, friend, since you’re new, do you want to get the ball rolling? What should we do to it first?”

You blank, trying to think of something to please this terrifying woman.

“Aw, cat caught your tongue? Maybe you need some ideas. Personally, I’d love to give it a good beating, maybe make it pass out. And what about you guys?” She turns to all the people surrounding you.

Many yell out their suggestions. The only one you hear clearly is Monty’s, since he’s very close to the front.

“I say we drug it and push it around a while. Ooh, maybe even make it do tricks!”

As you’re thinking over your options, your eyes flick to the other side of the little stage. Jai is there, holding their camera, but they look like they’d rather be anywhere else. If Virginia made them choose, they’d probably suggest something mild, like leaving it there on stage to be looked at but not touched.

I’m going to tag the usual Rat tag list only for this one. Tell me if you want to be tagged in future installments. Also, updates will probably be every other day for now. I’ll let you know in the future if things change.

@kim-poce @lumpofwhump @scp-1296

[imthebadguyyy]

You're All Mine

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Fandom - F1

Summary - Things get slightly out of hand at a party where you decide to act up, and Lewis shows you just exactly who you belong to. P.S - He makes you wear that damn jacket.

Warnings - smut, swearing, possessiveness (brought to you by the fashion king that is Sir Lewis Hamilton, because that jacket did things okay?

A/N- OC (Thomas) has nothing to do with any of Lewis's friends in real life.

Also shoutout to @grandestrategia and @lights-out-in-monaco for helping me 💙

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iThrowing a party to get together was always a fun idea to get the chance to socialize, meet new people, dance, get drunk and spend quality time with your friends and family. But throwing a party after three back to back race weeks was not really a great idea, mainly because it meant your boyfriend groaning and moaning about how he didn't want to spend time with anyone else but you. That was exactly what was happening at present, as you swiped a tube of crimson lipstick across your lips, while Lewis sat on the bed, in a black shirt and his purple customised jacket, with his arms crossed across his chest, reminding you of a toddler who was told to go to bed early.

"I don't get why you had to throw a party today, of all times" he grumbled for what felt like the hundredth time that day. "Okay baby, I love you, I really do, but I swear, if you say that one more time I will strangle you" you replied, setting the lipstick back down, and reaching for a bottle of perfume on your dressing table. "I'm just saying, I feel like spending time with you now, and yes, I love that you decided to call my friends and family over, but I kinda just wanted to have some you and me time" he said, eyes following your movements as you sprayed the perfume behind your ears, on your wrists, and lightly over your body, "You'll have me to yourself from the moment they leave, till you have to fly for your race again. And I promise, we can do whatever you want" you said, reaching up to smooth your hair. Far too preoccupied with fixing the flyaway strands of hair, you didn't notice him standing up and standing right behind you. "Whatever I want hmm? I know exactly what I want baby. But I just can't get it right now. You know why? Because I want to bend you over and take you right here, right now. But because you decided to throw a party instead of spending time together, you'll have to wait a little longer than necessary to have my head in between your thighs, my fingers in you, and my cock in your cunt. And guess whose fault it is? Yours, my darling. It's your fault" he growled in your ear, smirking when a soft moan slipped past your lips.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? For me to bend you over and take you here? When our guests could be here at any minute?" he continued, lips resting just near the outer shell of your ear. You couldn't even answer, feeling the arousal grow in between your thighs, as your heartbeat seemed to slow down for just a second, before it seemed to hammer against your chest almost as if it wanted to just burst out of your chest. "Tell me darling. Would you like that?" "Ye-" your reply was cut off by the sound of the doorbell ringing, signalling the arrival of one of your guests. "Saved by the bell, hmm? You didn't have to answer. But I promise baby, when they're gone, I'm gonna make you scream my name so loud, if our neighbours aren't on a first name basis with us tomorrow, I'll be very, very surprised. And leaving you a aroused, horny mess, he went down to open the door.

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About half an hour later, the party was in full swing. You had invited some of your friends and some family members, and turning to look over your shoulder, you saw Lewis chatting with his dad and Nicolas, a glass of wine in his hand as he laughed at something his brother told him. Smiling, you turned back, to see one of Lewis's friends making his way over to you, two glasses of champagne in his hand. You enjoyed mingling with his friends, and you had met Neymar Jr, Odell Beckham Junior, and other really awesome people. Smiling at Thomas, who was one of Lewis's newer friends, you accepted the glass, your third glass of champagne and your fifth drink all together, hovering between the lines of tipsy and drunk.

Thomas, (the friend, idk I just made him up) offered you a glass of champagne, and you gladly took a sip, enjoying the buzz as the alcohol ran through your veins, filling you with a calm happiness. Maybe it was the alcohol in your veins and the promise of a really good time that made you decide to push Lewis's buttons just a little bit, to ensure that you were really in for it. Giggling at a joke his friend made, you threw your head back laughing, letting your hand rest on Thomas's shoulder, before letting it move to your hair, twirling a strand of hair around your finger, teeth sinking softly down onto your lower lip.

From where he was standing, Lewis looked over to see where you were, his grip on his glass tightening when he saw you laugh and rest your hand on his friend's shoulder. His eyes darkening when he saw you twirl a strand of hair around your finger, and bite your lip softly, knowing all too well what you were doing. It was working. As you giggled again, tilting your head back laughing, and nodding a quick 'I'll be back soon', to his dad, he walked towards the both of you, his eyes fixed on the way you kept twirling your hair around your fingers.

"Hi baby. You having a fun time?" he asked you, standing next to you and wrapping an arm around your waist. "Yeah I am! Are you having fun?" you replied, letting your head droop onto his shoulder. "Yeah I am my love, thank you so much for planning it" he murmured in your ear, ignoring the fact that his friend was standing right in from of him, probably getting a free show. His hands splayed out on the leathery material of your black skirt, enjoying the coolness of the material and the feel of a section of your skin against his palms. The black outfit you had put on was a black leather top and skirt, that clung onto your body like a vice, as he moved his hand to the back of your skirt, moving so Thomas couldn't see what he was doing.

"And what about you Thomas, are you having a good time?" you asked the man, feeling Lewis tense up behind you. "Yup I am! Thanks so much for inviting us all, its a great party" he replied, flashing the both of you a smile. "We're glad you're having fun" Lewis replied, his hand moving to your ass, squeezing ever so discreetly. "Yup I know! Great to see you too, man! Your last races have been great, you deserve a break" Thomas kept talking, blissfully unaware of how you were squirming, your arousal pooling in between your thighs as he ran his fingers up your thighs, in between your underwear and the skirt. He moved his body so the lower half of your body was not visible to anyone else.

Pressing your lips together to keep a sound from escaping, you tried your hardest to hold yourself together, but it was damn hard when you could begin to feel the liquid threatening to run down your thighs and make a mess in front of everyone. "Moving your hand to the back to squeeze his thigh, silently begging him to just take you to the bedroom and fuck you senseless. Feeling your desperation, Lewis smirked softly, before turning to Thomas. "If you don't mind Thomas, I think I left my phone in the bedroom, I'll just go get it" "Yeah sure" Thomas replied, as you turned and made your way up the stairs to the master bedroom. But before you could go and sit on the bed, a pair of arms grabbed you around your waist, and pulled you into the master bathroom that was connected to your room.

Lewis turned your body around, the rough movement taking your breath away, before he crashed his lips down onto yours, his hands sliding down to your as again, squeezing hard, causing a moan to slip out your lips, your arms tightening around his neck. "I saw you trying to rile me up baby. All giggly and flirty, and that whole fiasco with you messing with your hair, hmm? Only I can pull your hair, and only I can tug on it. You like it when I do that, don't you? When I tug your hair, and your head falls back, and those sounds slip out of your lips and I can see how much you like it" The moan that slipped past your lips went straight to his cock, hardening under his pants.

"Words baby, words. Do you like it?" he asked, his fingers running along the waistband of your leather skirt, tugging the skirt down your legs. "I do, I really do! please, please do something, I need you so bad" you whined, your hands unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt, and tugging his purple jacket down his shoulders. "Patience my baby. Good things take time. So desperate for it, I can see your wetness dripping, but you aren't getting off that easily after that stunt you pulled. But I promised you that I'd give you a good time, and I always keep my promises" Another desperate whimper left your lips, and you dragged the jacket down his torso, letting it drop to the floor.

"No no no. I want you to put that on. Or even better..." he mumbled finishing his sentence halfway, picking up the jacket from the floor. He pushed you down on the bed, grabbing your wrists in his hands, before pushing you back up to the headboard. Then he took the jacket up to your hands, tying one side to the headboard of the King sized bed, and the other end around your hands. "There we go, all tied up and gorgeous for me. Do your wrists burn with my name baby? Do you like how my name is tied onto your skin?" he asked, eyeing how the 'HAMILTON' part of the jacket was tied around your wrist. "I bet you like it don't you? That stinging sensation? I cannot wait to taste you my love, all wet and dripping for me" he continued, moving down to press his lips to your neck. He pushed his tongue out onto your skin, sucking the spot before licking over the spot repeatedly, letting his teeth sink onto a pulse point, shifting in his pants when his cock twitched at the moan that fell from your lips.

He ventured lower and lower, till he reached your chest, taking your nipple into his mouth, licking the sensitive nub, letting his teeth graze your areola. Above him, you were struggling against your bonds, wrists straining against their restraints., desperate to touch him, to feel his skin and his glorious muscles under your hands, but you couldn't, because your hands were bound, literally, "Oh my god please Lew, please let me touch you, please I need to touch you baby" "Not yet princess. You were a bad girl, and bad girls get punished my love. I'm not going to let you even graze my hand, if you don't shut that pretty little mouth of yours, before I do it for you" he growled back, feeling his own arousal grow as you whimpered again. He let his fingers fondle your other nipple, tweaking and pulling before taking it into his mouth too, as you felt the wetness run down your leg, soaking into the bedsheet.

Moaning again, you pressed your thighs together, desperate for some friction to relieve you of the throbbing pain in your core, the amount of arousal you were feeling making you feel like you were drowning in some sort of strong sea current, as Lewis's lips travelled lower, and his breath fanned over your throbbing cunt. "I can't wait to taste you my love" and with that he dived in, giving you almost no time to adjust, as he fucked you with his tongue, and his fingers toyed with your clit, sending you towards your high, before biting the sensitive bud softly "You taste like fucking candy love" "Oh fuck fuck fuck Lewis, I'm gonna -" you managed to gasp out as the gasp turned into scream of frustration when he pulled away. "What the fuck? Why'd you do that?!" you gasped out, chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Because like I told you, bad girls get punished" he replied, shoving his pants down his legs, before leaning over and grabbing a condom, pulling his calvin keins down his thighs, as his cock sprang free, smirking when you moaned at the sight, "Taking a good look baby?" he asked, crawling over to you. "You're just really gorgeous" you replied, straining against the jacket. "I know" he replied, pushing his rings off of his fingers. "No don't. Keep on em. I like em" you said, earning a smirk from the man again. "Want me to fuck you with my rings on? I'd love to" he said, watching as you squirmed again.

"Baby please let me touch you, I want to touch you so bad, please!" you practically begged, tears of frustration filling your eyes. "No baby. I'm going to fuck you with your hands tied and I'm going to mark you up" he replied, sliding the condom on and leaning over you, positioning his cock at your entrance. "Ready baby?" he asked,smiling a little as you nodded, the both of you moaning in sync when he pushed into you, your walls clenching onto his cock, as he settled into you, moaning when he sunk into you bit by bit. He gave you a few seconds to adjust, before he pulled out, making you let out half a moan and look at him questioningly, before he slammed back into you. You weren't expecting that, and a strangled scream left your lips when he filled you to the hilt, before bottoming out in you, hips snapping repeatedly into you, his cock moving inside you.

You moans and groans echoed off the walls, as your hands burned, the desperation in you threatening to drown you again. "oh my god, you feel so good, you fuck me so good, now baby please let me touch you!" you practically screamed, your voice catching when he angled his thrusts so the tip hit your g spot repeatedly. "Okay my love, you deserve it now. My baby desreves to touch me now, doesn't she?" "Yes please, especially when you fuck me this good, almost too good to be true" you stammered out clenching down on his cock again, feeling the slight stutter of his hips as you did. Lewis reached up to untie you, letting the jacket fall to the floor, and moaning when your hands dug into his back, scratching down his back, as he hissed at the feeling, loving the feeling of your nails raking down his back. "Fuck baby, do that again" he growled. "Only if you choke me" you moaned back, feeling him stutter again, and let out a moan.

His eyes widened, not completely used to you being so bold, but loving the wild side you let out. He reached up, wrapping his hand around your neck and squeezing a little, groaning when you let out a choked moan. "Harder" you moaned, feeling his cock twitch in you. "Oh fucking hell baby, I didn't know you liked it rough" he moaned, tightening his grip on your neck, cutting the air off ever so softly, snapping his hips into you faster, as your nails raked down your back even harder, leaving marks that would definitely hurt the next morning.

"That feels so good, oh my god, I love you so much" you gasped out wrapping your hand around his, causing him to squeeze a little harder. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum my love" Lewis moaned, groaning when you moved your hips thrusting up to meet his thrusts. 'Oh fuck" Lewis groaned, before releasing into you ,his finger reaching down to rub your clit repeatedly. Your moans echoed in the room, as he pinched your clit, as you squirted all over his cock.

Panting, Lewis sunk down next to you, chest rising and falling. "That was so good" you gasped out, resting your head on his chest. "Was that too much? Did I hurt you?" he asked, kissing your forehead. "No no I loved it. You should do that more often" you mumbled. Just as Lewis leaned in to kiss you, there was a knock at the door, making the both of you jump apart. "Are the both of you done yet?" a voice asked, making you blush. "Oh my god. We forgot about the guests!" you gasped, making Lewis laugh, as he kissed you softly. "I know which one I'd rather do again" he mumbled, laughing when you kissed him back. "Don't go for round two, atleast let us leave first!" the voice yelled again, as Lewis stood up from the bed to get dressed.

"Oh and by the way, you're wearing that jacket downstairs"