#I really wish I added more eyes onto his shirt

[crocchompers]

IM SO BORED RAHHH

[ynsvnte]

Maybe not so bad at all ! — Sim Jaeyun

Genre: smut (18+ MDNI!!), college, frat party, strangers to fwb, drabble

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: swearing, kissing, pet names, begging, fingering, p in v, creampie, teasing

Pairing: jock!jake x fem!reader

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“Well..well..who do we have here?” You heard a voice behind you causing you to turn around and face this person. But once you saw them. You wished you never turned around. Jake, of the school's infamous jock. Known for fucking really good. But you otherwise don’t believe so. Was it because you didn’t want your ego to be hurt in the slightest? Maybe. He is hot. There’s no denying It’s a fact, everyone can see that he is and is very good looking that’s why he can get he wants. Here’s the odd thing about him.

Despite his reputation off being the jock, and being a good fuck. He’s never dated anyone.. Maybe he likes someone? Or he’s just too scared. Rumors about his relationship status always were a thing. Jake never seems to even bother to address them. Just allowing them to still live even in your final years of college. So it was no surprise to see Jake at the party. But have him approach you? Hell yeah. You’ve only made one interaction with him which was why back in freshman year of college. It has been years since you even said a word to him.

“Oh hey..” you say awkwardly, hoping that he’ll leave you alone. “So what brings you here yn?” Wait, he still knows you… How? “How do you know my name..?” You said softly but surprised. “Since our freshman year…” Of course..what else would it be. “Oh that..” Jake laughed at you. Teasing you “Seems you remember that too..”

“Don’t think you’re special..” you looked at him sternly, taking a sip from your drink and set it down onto the counter. “Whatever you say..” you rolled your eyes. You looked around, still feeling his eyes on you..you made eye contact with him, and raised an eyebrow. “Need something..?” Jake only shook his head before speaking, “No. just wanted to talk to you..” Talk to you? For what reason? “And why is that?” You were not even more curious.. “No reason..can’t a guy just talk to a girl with no harsh intentions.” Whatever.. but you felt deep down that he wanted something out of you.. “you sure?” You felt like a detective with all these questions you were asking him.. He only sighed.. “I’m sure..” You could barely hear each so shouting was the best choice.. “Wanna go somewhere more peaceful?” You could hear Jake’s voice. You only nodded your head before Jake dragged you outside into the backyard where they’re were quite a few people, but way less than inside. You stand there awkwardly before finding a spot to sit down at… “You know..” you started off by saying..looking at him directly into his eyes.. “I wouldn’t mind..” Gosh your drink was taking a toll on your behavior. “Wouldn’t mind what?”

“Wouldn’t mind if you wanted to do something to me?” “And what is that something..?” “You fucking me..” Jake's face was in disbelief..He finds you hot..he lied when he said he didn't want something out of you. “Are you sure about this?” He asked. “I’m more than sure..but wouldn’t we need more of a private place..to you know…fuck me..” “I also heard you’re really good it it too..” you added while giggling.. “Shall we test that rumor out..” You nodded your head before Jake grabbed you hand and took you back inside. Heading upstairs..he finds an empty bedroom and shoves you inside, locking to the door behind him. Jake grabs you and pushes you into the bed before kissing you.

You had to say his lips were plump and felt perfect against yours. The sexual tension was already high..and now probably even higher. “Fuck..” Jake said under his breath..your lips felt amazing against his. “Let me just—“ Jake pulls away from your lips causing you to whine at the loss of feeling of his lips. Jake grabs the bottom of your shirt and lifts it off you. “Like what you see?” You tease.. “Like it? I love it..” Jake continues to kiss you harshly. Both of you are moaning into each other's lips. “How about we make it even?” Jake says before taking off his own shirt. He grabbed your hands off pinning them above your head. Now you have nowhere to go. You wrapped your legs around his waist keeping him close to you. Feeling his hard on. You started to grind on him, which made him let a groan as he started kissing your neck.. “Don’t do that..” He warned you. “And why?” You asked, looking at him innocently. “Maybe since I don’t wanna come inside my pants and rather inside of you…” His words made you clench around nothing m, but Jake noticed this and smirked.. “So you want me to come inside of you..” You nodded your head shyly.. “Use your words princess. Don’t you wanna be a good girl..?” He continues to tease you.. you wish you get rid of his sexy smirk on his face but opted out for the safer choice. Not that you had much of a choice in the first place..

“Y-yes..I like it..” You said softly, slightly embarrassed. “There you go..” Jake praised you. He began removing the rest of your clothes leaving you bare naked in front of him. “You look so pretty..all for me..and only me..” you whimper, waiting for him to do something. Jake starts teasing your clit by grazing his finger, but not putting it inside yet. “Jake please” you begged. “Please what..?” He asked, looking up at your face. “Just hurry please. Put it inside..pretty please..” You were desperate to get his fingers inside of you. Who knew this would happen one day. You under Jake, begging him to finger you. Jake compiled and slowly began to insert one finger. His thick finger making its way inside of you. You moan at the sensation.

“Mhm..feels so good.” One of Jake’s hands still held onto both of your hands. Jake began to finger you at a slow pace until you begged him to go faster. “Jake faster please—oh fuck..yeah..” He was going at a constant pace. You were becoming a dumb mess just by being fingered. Both of you are so glad it’s loud outside or else everyone would’ve heard how loud you were. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer.. “Jake bout-to-come..” you say through your moans. Your legs began to shake a bit. “That’s it, come for me. Come for me like that good little girl you are.” And just like that. You came all over his finger. He was riding your high out as you were breathing hard for air. He lets go of your hands and back ups. The room went quiet before Jake spoke up..

“Don’t you think I deserve something too..?” You open your eyes to see Jake naked now. Your eyes slightly widened when you saw him for the first time. Guess they weren’t really lying. “Let’s test the theory shall we?” Jake climbed on top of you. Cock lying right on top of you before aligning his tip to your entrance.. with one shove he’s inside. “Ha—Jake..too big..” you say grabbing him by his arms.. “Shhh…it’s okay..I’ll let you get adjusted, don't worry..” He waited for your walls to get used to his size. “Ready?” He asked once he felt you fully relaxed.. you nodded your head saying “yeah..” Jake pulled out before going back in. Both moaning at the feeling of each other. Minutes went by and Jake thrusts only got faster. How can you feel so good? You looked down and saw where you and Jake are connected. You see a small bulge forming. Seeing how he exits and re-enters.

“Princess..so so close..want to come together..please..?” Jake whispered into your ear to which you agreed. You both are not far from coming.. a few seconds later. “So close..fuck..coming..” Jake said at last before you feel his cum enter you which triggers your own orgasm. Jake kisses your quiet down your moans a bit. Sweaty bodies against each other. Jake pulls away from the kiss and lays next to you..

“So do I fuck good?”

“Yeah maybe you’re not so bad at all..” you said, turning your head, facing Jake. To your surprise he was already looking at you.. “Well, let's clean up,” He suggested. You get up and change back into your clothes. You can still feel both your and his cum inside you.

“Oh and by the way give me your number after the party is over..” Jake asked before you left the room.. You smiled.. kissing his cheeks. “Of course”

Author’s Note: I wrote this in so many places in the car, bed, class. I was really trying to get this out and soo um this is it. 11 pm rn but that’s okay. Night owl things (let me stfu)

© ynsvnte copyright 2024

[fvllingflower]

More Than Friends

pairing: best friend!wonu, afab!reader

genre: romance, smut

warning: alcohol use, making out, breast play, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it up), aftercare

song recommendation: baby by chanmina

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You drag your best friend, Wonwoo back to his house and onto the bed. You two went to a party, and he got drunk. Getting drunk never really was his thing, this was probably your first time seeing him like this, and if you're honest he still looked cute. You were about to walk out of his room when he called out to you.

"Y/N?" He groaned.

"What is it Won?" You asked with a smile.

"Can you stay here with me?" He asked.

"Yeah... sure" You smiled and sat at the edge of the bed.

You two have been friends since high school but you've never stayed in the same bedroom as him. It was either you slept on the couch or he did.

"Won can I change out of this dress and into some of your clothes?" You asked.

He nodded. You grabbed one of his shirts and some shorts and went into his bathroom and changed. You came back out and continued to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Y/N... you can get in the bed with me" He smiled drunkenly.

"You know I don't bite" He was so drunk.

You climbed in the bed with him and laid next to him. You admired his face, that his until he decided to pull you closer to him, so you two could cuddle. Let's be real, of course you have a crush on Jeon Wonwoo, look at him! You'd never admit to those feelings to him though, you know he'd reject you.

"Y/N" He mumbled.

"Yes, Won?" You looked up at him.

"I like that dress you wore tonight" He smiled to himself.

"Mhm did you?" You thought he was teasing you.

"You looked... so hot- no, so sexy in that dress" His eyes were closed trying to picture you in that dress.

"Wonwoo you're clearly drunk" You rolled your eyes even though you could feel your cheek burn up.

"The reason you came with me to the party was because Mingyu wanted to confess to you" He rambled.

"Oh?"

"I guess he didn't, that's good" He added.

"How is that good?" You seemed confused.

"Because you're mine" Your eyes widened at his statement.

"The thought of someone... kissing, touching, loving you, drives me crazy" He added on.

"Wonwoo you need to shut up, you're drunk and gonna say something you'll regret" You were trying to shut him down.

"You don't... feel the same?" He looked at you.

"I- I never said that" You looked away from him.

"Can I just have a kiss and then I'll shut up" He forced you to look at him.

Your mind is racing, you don't know what to do. You agreed to his request and kissed him. The kiss had so much passion in it. You didn't want him to pull away. His hand went to your waist and held it as you kissed intensely. He pulled away and smiled at you.

"I want more" You whispered against his lips.

"More?" He smirked. God he's so hot.

"Please" You begged as you unbutton his shirt.

"As you wish" He smirks.

He pulls you in his lap and you two started making out as you unbutton his shirt and throw it off of him. You could feel a pool start in your panties. His hands went under his shirt you're wearing, touching your bare waist. To him, it felt like touching and kissing an angel. You started kissing his neck and marking his collarbone. His hands went to the ends of your shirt and he looked at you.

"Baby... may I take your shirt off?" He whispered in your ear.

"Do anything you want to me," You replied.

He pulls your shirt off and throws it on the floor. He couldn't help but stare at your tits for a minute. He started kissing your neck and then your collarbone, leaving a few bites here and there. He started kissing your breasts, and looked up at you as he did so. He started sucking on your nipple and playing with your other boob. You could tell he was having fun with how he was looking at you. When he felt he had enough fun with your boobs, he got up and took his pants off and your shorts off, leaving you both in underwear. He took your panties off and admired your naked body.

"You were hiding all this beauty from me? I feel hurt" He smiled. He looked and noticed how wet you are.

"You're so wet... and all for me?" He teased.

"All for you" You smiled. He smiled and kissed your thigh. As he kisses your thighs, he had his thumb rubbing your clit.

"Ooh fuck" You moaned from the pleasure.

His fingers worked their magic on you, making sure you were enjoying yourself so much and he could tell from all your moans, and whimpers. He decided to lick a strip on your pussy, to get a taste of you.

"Fuck- you taste better than I imagined" He groaned.

He continued thrusting his fingers until you hit your climax.. He loved how your face looked when you came on his fingers. He took his fingers to his mouth and sucked on his fingers while staring in your eyes. He climbed on top of you and kissed your lips passionately. He started kissing every inch and centimeter of your body, he wanted to show how obsessed he is with you.

"You're so perfect... don't let anyone tell you differently" He mumbled against your lips.

You moved your hand down his body and to his bulge in his underwear and rubbed him gently. You were enjoying the groans you were receiving from him. He let you play with his bulge for a while until he couldn't contain himself any longer. He got up and stripped his underwear off. You couldn't help but stare at him. He's so big, and veiny in the right ways. Way better seeing it in person than in your dreams. He lined himself up and slowly pushes himself in your hole.

"Oh god" You moaned slowly as he sinks in.

"God you're so tight" He groans.

He let's you adjust to his size before doing anything. He press kisses across your collarbone as he waits patiently.

"Won" You groan.

He looks up and takes the hint. He slowly starts thrusting. He wanted you to be a comfortable as can be under his care. He was gonna give you everything you wanted. He starts thrusting faster and faster until you were a moaning mess as he fucks you with no mercy. His neighbors probably hate him right now but you two could careless. Your hands were gripping his shoulders and nails sinking into his shoulders as well as he fucks you with zero mercy. You felt close to screaming with pleasure with how good he felt inside of you. You didn't realize that you were close until you released on him. He didn't slow down though, he continued thrusting until he hit his climax, painting your walls white. He pulled out and laid next to you. He placed his hand on your cheek and caressed your cheek.

"You did so good" He smiled.

"So good for me" Wonwoo whispered.

You were so tired, you hardly remember him cleaning you up. He got back in bed and cuddled you and kissed your forehead.

---------------------------------------------------

You woke up the next morning and saw Wonwoo sound asleep, cuddling me. You snuggled closer to him and kissed his shoulder which seemed to wake him up. He looked down at you and smiled.

"Hi beautiful" He caressed your hip bone.

"Hey" You smiled. It felt so awkward between you two... how do you converse with your best friend after having sex with one another.

"So about us..." He seemed awkward.

"I don't know if you meant what you said, but I like you, I've had a crush on you for a while" You blurted out. He nodded and took in what you confessed.

"I remember most of what I said last night... I don't regret what I said, I hope you know that. I also have had a crush on you for a while" He admits. Your eyes go wide with surprise and excitement.

"R- really? Wonwoo you aren't fucking with me right now, right?" He smiles softly.

"I'm serious Y/N" He leans in and kisses you softly.

"So does that make us..." You smiled.

"Y/N will you be my girlfriend?" He asked sweetly, almost like a proposal.

"Yes Wonwoo, I'll be your girlfriend" You smiled and kissed him deeply.

He gets on top of you as you two continued to kiss passionately. His hands rest on your waist. He seems to take kissing you very important. Let's just say you two for sure woke the neighbors up again.

[mncxbe]

Nice 'n slow

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆/𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: smut to fluff♡/ mentions of pms/ excessive use of pet names

⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆ ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆ Dazai had his arms wrapped snugly around your frame– one keeping your torso flush against his chest the other pressing down on your lower back guiding you lower on his cock. "That's it bella. Feels good? Want me to go faster?" he purred, hot breath dripping on your skin as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. "No baby iss good like this..." The man let out a chuckle, kissing your shoulder. "As you wish baby"

A few hours ago Dazai came home from work to find you sulking on the couch, wearing nothing but one of his old t-shirts and a pair of black panties. The moment you saw him you started complaining about how bad your cramps were getting. "It's really not fair" you whined "I already get the worst cramps during my period why do I have to deal with pms too?" Your loving boyfriend did his best to soothe you; made you a cup hot chocolate, cuddled you for a while but the pain just wouldn't go away. So he did the next best thing he had in mind– made sure that you came all over his cock.

His thrusts were slow and deep, loving even, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix with each movement. He wasn't normally this gentle but he didn't want to tire you out even more. "I got you pretty girl just relax." Humming in approval you nuzzled your face against his neck, your moans and soft whimpers muffled by his skin. Your fingers were locked in his chocolate brown hair, gently tugging at his roots– just how he liked it. Honestly, this couldn't be more perfect.

You were on cloud nine, breathing softly, your eyes half lidded as you rolled your hips against his. With one particular thrust Dazai's tip hit your sweet spot, making you tense up. He immediately caught on to it and repeated the motion, making you cry out "'samu... not there".

"Oh yes sweet girl right there" he said in a sweet and lowkey condescending tone before moving his hands to your hips to keep you in place. You whined in protest and tried to raise yourself off his chest but he quickly shushed you "Baby– be good and stay here. Need ya to relax so I can take care of ya~ ah f-fuck". He picked up the pace a bit, abusing your sweet spot with each thrust. Your arms gave out and you fell back on his chest, panting softly. It was delirious– your whole body felt weak in his arms, slowly giving into the pleasure he was so graciously granting you. Squelching noises and ragged moans bounced off the walls of your bedroom as he pushed you closer to your high.

"Shiit sweet girl pussy's so good~" he groaned, bucking his hips against yours "Such an angel aren't ya? Yea, you are c'mon pretty baby cum for me. Make a mess on my cock" His praise and sweet encouragements did it for you and you came. hard. your slick coated his length, dripping down onto the sheets below as you joled in pleasure, arching your back. Dazai cooed sweet words into your ear, one of his hands working up and down your back as he kept pumping inside you.

"Shh baby just a bit more 'm close too. You can take it" And so you closed your eyes, trying to push away the burning sensation in your core. Your walls squeezed down on him, sucking him in so perfectly that it didn't take long for him to cum too. His cum spurted into your hole warm against your gooey walls. Still, even after cumming he didn't pull out, simply keeping himself sheated inside of you.

Sighing softly, your boyfriend ran his fingers through your hair. "Feeling better sweetie?" he asked, sugary voice dripping with affection.

"Yea, a bit. Thanks 'samu it doesn't hurt as bad now" you mumbled sleepily, feeling the pain in your belly slowly wash away. "I'll be damned, it worked. Gotta thank Ranpo for the tip" he added, laughing.

You raised your head off his chest, giving him a quizzical look. "Ranpo told you to make me cum if I have cramps?"

"Well... not really. He suggested it, said something about relieving your muscles and releasing hormones." he shrugged, pushing your head back down on his chest "Not like I know, honestly. I'm better in practice than theory"

His comment made you chuckle softly as you ruffled his hair. "That you are Osamu. That you are...". Closing your eyes you allowed yourself to fully relax in his warm embrace. Now that you were free from pain you started feeling the strain of your session and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

All the while your boyfriend smiled down at you, his gaze taking in your figure; you looked so pretty like that– sprawled on top of him with your face mushed up against his bandaged chest. He could feel the slow rise and fall of your ribcage under his fingertips and wondered what on earth he did to deserve someone like you... "Goodnight bella. Love you" he whispered. Kissing your forehead he pulled the crisp duvet over you, sheltering you from the cold air in the bedroom before closing his eyes.

[jeonqbunny]

sounds like denial

megumi fushiguro x reader smut ♡

summary: megumi & you never got along as roommates, until one day you found him using your panties to get himself off.

content warning: dom!megumi x sub!f!reader, degradation, pussy slapping, choking, cnc if you squint, edging, use of petnames (slut, whore, good girl) MEGUMI IS AGED UP!

word count: 3.7k

MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI!

megumi fushiguro was the absolute bane of your existence. his cold shoulder was one that made you fume with anger. he was a neat freak, constantly moving your items from the place where you had left them to leave you frantically searching for them in your time of needing them.

“megumi– i swear to god if you move my keys again, i will strangle you.” you growled under your breath as you snatched them out of the top drawer in your shared kitchen. he shrugged, not paying much mind to your anger as it didn’t intimidate him like you thought it did. his spiky raven locks fell into his face when he snapped his head to look at you scurrying out of the kitchen and heading towards the front door.

“yeah yeah ye– wait, where are you going? don’t you have something better to do? like y’know.. study for your finals?” he crossed his arms over his chest, his dark blue orbs burning holes into your skin. you reached up to tug at your hair in annoyance, shooting back the same glare he gave you.

“god, is what i do really any of your business megumi? you’re my roommate, not my fucken dad.” you spat, adjusting your stance as you rested against the door frame. “you’re in a pissy ass mood and i’m not having it. if you’re gonna go, just go.” he barked back, a hint of annoyance coating his words. kicking his feet up on the coffee table in front of him, he rested his arms behind his head as his eyes closed as if to instigate some more.

he tried his very best to act nonchalant, but you were genuinely striking a nerve at this point. normally, as much as he hated to admit it, he did enjoy getting a rise out of you, but only when it really benefited him. and right now, you weren’t benefiting him in the slightest.

you swallowed thickly, biting back the venom that your thoughts threatened to spit at him. you let out a scoff, pivoting on your foot to leave the apartment dramatically. you had a meeting with your teacher to go over your exams, and no thanks to megumi, you were now running late. when megumi heard the door click shut, one of his eyes opened to the side as if to make sure you were really gone.

he hesitantly stood to his feet, a thought weighing on his mind as he lugged himself to his bedroom. he threw himself onto his plush mattress, a small ‘squeak’ sounding from the extra weight added to the wooden bedframe. he let a soft sigh fall from his pretty lips, his eyes closing once again as he tried to gather his thoughts

suddenly, memories of his friends constantly teasing him about his supposed crush on you filled his mind. it angered him to think about, there was no way in hell he would ever find you, of all people, attractive. at least that’s what he told himself every time he took a huff of your panties while fisting his throbbing, leaky dick.

the view of you walking around the house in nothing but a t-shirt and underwear began flooding his mind, his member stiffening and straining against the fabric of his sweats. the way your hips swayed with every step you took, the moans he would hear coming from your room late at night when you felt lonely. god, he wished he was the one to make you moan so prettily like that.

his hand ghosted along the expanse of his toned abdomen, slipping under the waistband of his sweats to palm at his needy cock. a whine bubbled in his throat, his hips gyrating forward into his hand to cause more friction. his hand shot over to his nightstand, haphazardly tugging the drawer open before stirring around his belongings. that’s when he felt it, the fabric of a fresh pair of your panties he stole from your dirty laundry hamper the night before.

he gripped it in his clutch tightly, slamming the drawer shut before sniffing them. a wanton groan fell from his throat, his eyes closing tightly as he inhaled your scent. his hand moved against his cock faster, pants and moans of your name filling the air as he continued his more than sinful ministrations.

the lustrous fabric of his boxers decorated with precum became increasingly more annoying, causing him to huff in frustration before tugging his pants and boxers down. he sighed in relief when his needy dick sprung free, the tip flushed a shade of angry red as his precum dribbled down his shaft to his balls.

a pang of guilt filled his chest as he began to fist the tip of his cock, his thumb brushing over his aching slit. he used his precum as lube, a loud squelching sound following each swift stroke of his hand. he ran his tongue along the fabric of the panties where your pussy would sit, shivering in ecstasy as his head flopped back in pleasure. “i’m so sorry y/n.. i– i’m so sorry..” he whimpered under his breath, gripping his member tighter and thrusting it into his hand.

he felt this climax approaching rapidly, the scent of your pussy lingering on the panties he was lapping at so desperately. the knot tightening in his abdomen and threatening to burst at any moment, and just as he was right about to finish.. he heard his door slowly creak open as you began to talk.

“sorry for wh– oh. oh my god?” there you stood, looking like a deer in headlights as you took in what laid in front of you. you chortled in shock, your palm smacking your mouth to stifle the laugh that threatened to come out. you didn’t really know what to say or do at this point, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks as you stood there, entirely unable to move as it all processed.

those were your panties, a pair you’ve been trying to find for a hot minute, in fact. megumi ceased his movements all together, scrambling to try and pull his pants over his hips as he tossed the panties to the side in an attempt to hide them. but it was already too late, he had been busted jerking off with your panties pressed to his face. his cheeks were just as red as yours, the both of you exchanging a look of ‘what the fuck’ for a brief moment before you padded over to sit on the edge of his bed.

“that’s literally humiliating, i would not want to be in your shoes right now.” you mocked, a toothy grin growing on your face as you watched his chest heave in anxiety. he didn’t know what to say or do, wanting nothing more than to just disappear from existence in that moment. “shut the fuck up oh my god. just– just get out!” stammering, he sat up in bed and huffed at you in exasperation. this only caused you to giggle under your breath, shaking your head gently as you slide your hand up the length of his leg before reaching the erection twitching in his sweats.

“well you started, might as well finish it.” your head was spinning in confusion, you never in a million years would have thought that megumi saw you like that. you were palming at his erection teasingly before his hand flung down and gripped your wrist tightly. you gasped, slightly taken aback, your eyes flickered into his with confusion written all over your expression.

he wasted no time in pushing you to your back, crawling on top of you before he made the decision to let go of your wrist. “listen, if you think that i’m actually attracted to you, you’re–” you cut him off swiftly, letting out a scoff and smirking at him. “oh, so you only find me attractive enough to sniff my panties while getting yourself off?” you retorted, your head tilting to the side as his body caged you in. “sounds like denial to me, ‘gumi.”

this only provoked him further, his eyebrows knitting together in frustration before looping his fingers around the waistband of your shorts and yanking them off with little to no effort. you shrieked, squirming to escape his grasp as you began to protest. “stop bein’ stupid and let me go, you asshole!” you whined, your body writhing underneath him only stroking his newfound ego all the more.

“oh, so your little pussy soaking your panties means you don’t want this? sounds like denial to me.” he snapped back like a rubber band, a cocky smirk gracing his glossy lips as he looked down at you. you rolled your eyes, a slight pout forming on your lips as your legs quivered. his hand reached in between your legs, pressing two fingers against the outline of your soaking wet folds through the panties. he didn’t expect you to give in so easily, but it didn’t exactly surprise him, either.

he rubbed up and down your aching slit with two of his fingers, entirely neglecting your swollen clit as if to tease you even more. you struggled a bit more, bucking your hips on his fingers for at least some stimulation on your swollen nub. he tsked, leaving a harsh smack on your sloppy cunt before rubbing his palm against it to soothe the sting. “you’re such an annoying slut, even in bed.” he husked out, his steel blue eyes eating up the way the thin fabric of your panties stuck to your pussy.

you mumbled out a small ‘sorry’ as you bucked your hips forward, in urgent need to get your pussy touched by him again. “not so hard, now is it? i just knew you were a cock hungry whore, scampering around the house in your dirty little panties to tease me..” he trailed off, two of his digits ghosting over your clit. “just admit it, you need me to fuck you.”

“i hate you.” you hissed back, your eyebrows furrowing in anger from the way he teased you. he pulled his fingers away, throwing a glare your way before shaking his head. “nah, i don’t think you do, y/n.” he cooed, his fingers running along the edge of your panties to provoke you further. “but i could make you hate me, if that’s what you want.” he snickered, his eyes darting between your angry expression and your throbbing core.

“fuck you, disrespectfully.” you still tried to show even an ounce of control, but deep down you wanted him. you knew it, and he did too. “so that’s how you like it?” he asked in a low grumble, slowly sliding your panties down your plump thighs. his gaze never left yours, your panties now hanging loosely at your ankles before you kicked them off to the end of the bed. 

megumi felt his breath catch in his throat from the sight of your leaky cunt, swallowing thickly, causing his adam’s apple to bob in its wake. he visibly shuddered in excitement when he finally made contact with your bare heat, his tongue sliding across his bottom lip in concentration as he swiped the pad of his thumb over your clit.

you let out a whiny yelp, reaching up to grip his shoulder as he continued pleasuring you. his chest was swelling with pride at this point, his pretty blue eyes fluttering closed as he felt your grip tighten with every movement of his finger. “such a pretty pussy.. i wanna taste it..” he groaned, his eyes snapping open to look at the way your arousal dripped down to your ass and onto the bed sheets below.

“i thought you said you weren’t attracted to me.” you snorted, batting your eyelashes at him with a knowing smile pulling at your lips. with this, megumi wasted no time in grabbing your panties and shoving them into your mouth. “do you ever shut your whorish mouth up or what?” he shoved them further into your mouth, causing you to gag and whine. the sight of you choking on your own panties made his cock twitch in his pants, a dark stain bleeding through his gray sweats.

“doesn’t feel so nice does it? choking on your panties, and you still need more. now you really understand how i felt.” still rubbing quick circles on your aching clit, his other hand gripped your inner thigh, digging the tips of his fingers into your skin and holding your legs open with ease.

“can’t say much now, can you?” your reactions amused him, his thumb never relenting from the pace he set on it. he reached up with his spare hand, spitting on his middle and index finger before swiping them against the edge of your needy little hole. he pushed them in slowly, his forearm tensing up from the way you gripped onto his digits.

“fuck, you’re so mmnhh– tight. for a greedy slut, that is.” he pumped his fingers in and out of your heat, his jaw falling slack as he watched his fingers slip in and out with a loud ‘squelch.’ you mewled at the feeling of his fingers sliding against your gummy walls, your eyes closing tightly as a sheer coat of sweat started to grow on your forehead. “please ‘gumi.. please fuck me.” you cried out, your syllables breaking with every thrust of his fingers.

the sight was absolutely marvelous from megumi’s point of view. the way your lips parted, your legs trembling and the way your eyes slammed shut in pleasure as he ravaged your insides with his fingers, fuck it was all almost too much for him to handle. he was finally able to put you in your place after months of torture with your bratty and unbearable attitude. 

“now you’re begging, such a good little whore.” he chimed, his fingers curling upwards into your g-spot, his wrist moving back and forth rapidly. your body tensed up, your hands gripping the sheets below you until your knuckles turned a pearly shade of white. “i’m so close.. i’m so close.. please..” you sobbed, your hips lifting off the mattress to match the thrust of his fingers.

megumi halted his movements, watching you writhe and cry from your orgasm fizzling away. “you’re not gonna get to cum that easily, sweetheart. you gotta work for it. you can do that for me can’t you, slut?”  he chuckled deviously, his fingers moving inside of you once again, you immediately clenched around his fingers, that familiar feeling building in your tummy again.

“gonna cu–” you were immediately cut off, his fingers pulling all the way out and leaving you empty. you squealed in displeasure, a flood of frustration filling your veins as your hips stuttered forward in a desperate endeavor to reach an orgasm. megumi tsked again, biting the inside of his cheek briefly before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your clit. 

“don’t worry, i’ll let you cum. eventually.” he goaded, running the tip of his tongue up your slit to lap at your juices. this elicited a blissful groan from megumi, his tongue diving into your throbbing hole and licking upwards to gather more of your slick. your hands shot down to tangle in his jett black hair and pull him closer to your pussy, your moans unwavering as he slurped up your cunt like his last meal.

“me– megumi!” you gasped, your thighs slamming closed around his head. he removed his tongue from inside your cunt, licking up your folds to your clit and sucking it into his mouth. he swiftly pulled your thighs apart, pinning them down to the mattress as he continued to suck your clit hungrily, his tongue sliding against it. your eyes rolled into your skull, your head falling backwards onto his silken pillows. “i’m– fuck. i’m gonna cum.” you choked out, your voice muffled from the panties in your mouth as your fingers grasped at his hair tighter, your hips grinding against his lips.

he let out a hum of approval, the vibrations of his voice shooting through your mound as you squeaked out in pleasure. your long awaited orgasm finally crashed over you, your back arching off the bed and your legs trembling as your tight walls pulsated and fluttered continuously. megumi collected your cum on his tongue, swallowing down every last drop that dripped from your pleasure-ridden cunt.

your chest heaved as you finished riding out your high, looking down to find megumi already slipping his painfully hard cock out of his sweats. “your pussy tastes better than i could have imagined, the panties didn’t do you nearly enough justice.” he said, his voice laced with pure and utter arousal. he gently plucked the panties from your mouth, shooting you a devilish smirk. you whined, your head falling back again as he pressed the tip to your entrance.

“now it’s my turn, greedy slut.” he pushed the tip in, your walls struggling to accommodate his length as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. he trembled, taking a deep breath through gritted teeth as he pushed in to fill you up to the hilt. you shrieked, a sting shooting through your inner walls from the sudden stretch. you reached upwards, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold yourself together while you adjusted to his size.

he remained still, his patience running thin as he felt your hot gummy walls coil around his cock. “i’m gonna move now, so be the good little slut you are and take it.” he growled, reaching up with one of his hands to grip your chin firmly. he slowly pulled out and pushed back in, letting your slick cum coat his dick entirely before setting a pace.

his hips slammed into you ruthlessly, the bulbous tip of his cock grazing over all of your sweet spots with every thrust of his hips. he fucked you like his life depended on it, he’d rather die than have to stop fucking you. months of fantasizing about your tight pussy, and he was finally getting it.

your cum from your previous orgasm splattered with every harsh thrust into your pussy. still reeling from the way your walls gripped him like a vice, megumi let out a strained moan and slammed his eyes shut tightly. his hand slid down your chin to your neck, squeezing the sides lightly while his other hand grazed your hardened nipples through your shirt.

“i want this off, wanna see how pretty your tits look when they bounce.” he grumbled, his hand getting closer to the hem of your shirt to pull it over your chest. he gasped slightly, his eyes drinking up every curve of your breasts before capturing one of your nipples in his mouth and sucking softly. you wiggled underneath him, the sensitivity making your head feel like it was going to explode. he pulled off your sensitive bud with a subtle ‘pop’, his dark eyes finding yours to send you a threatening glance. you immediately knew what it was for, trying your best to hold still as you clamped down on the cock that was currently splitting you open. 

“that’s more like it, good girl.” he praised with a hum, running his slick hot tongue across your nipple again before sucking it between his lips. he drifted the hand that was gripping your neck tightly down to your other breast, kneading at the flesh. his hips began to stutter from the way your gummy wet walls clenched around him, an exasperated huff coming from his chest.

you could tell he was getting close from the way his manhood twitched inside of you, and you really weren’t far behind him. “i– i’m gonna cum ‘gumi.. ‘m so close..” whimpering and moaning, megumi rutted his hips into you faster. a breathy chuckle leaving his lips as he looked down at you all fucked out on his cock.

“i– fuck. i’m close too. go ahead and cum for me, slut.” he permissed harshly, his hand gripping your tit tighter as he felt you unravel around him. your second orgasm hit you like a truck, your head light and spinny as it rolled to the side. sobs and moans tore through your throat, pleads of his name rolling off your tongue as your slick absolutely drenched his dick.

this threw megumi over the edge, gritting his teeth, his thrusts became a lot less calculated and a lot more sloppy. “gonna cum inside of you, make sure you really know your fucking place.” he mumbled in finality– his cock now pushed right against the entrance to your womb as he filled you up with his load.

you hissed, sucking in air through your teeth as you felt his hot cum paint your walls. megumi’s arms shook as he held himself up, choking back moans as he came down from his high. once you were both finished and panting, you looked at each other in a certain way that had you both holding back laughter.

he pulled his softening dick out of you, hurriedly getting up from the bed to grab a rag. “fuck fuck fuck such a mess.” he stammered, reaching you to wipe up the cum that was beginning to leak from your insides. you cackled breathlessly, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at him as he cleaned you up, his eyes narrowing in concentration.

“you literally just came in me, and you’re worried about the mess?” provoking him in your fucked out state was the wrong idea. he laid another harsh smack on your clit, causing a loud shriek to rip out from your lungs. he smirked, swiping your leaking slit once more before tossing it in the dirty bin.

“you just became a slut for my cock and you already forgot how to speak to me?” he paused, sliding on a new pair of boxers as he looked down at you all sprawled out on his sheets. “i thought you were pretending to be stupid, but maybe you really are.” you scoffed, your hand gripping your chest in faux offense before speaking. “i hate you so much.” you mumbled, your lips forming into a small pout causing a throaty chuckle to bubble up in megumi’s chest. “i promise, i hate you more.”

[pablitogavii]

Clingyy

"Amooooor!!! Don't go!! Porfavooorrr!" Pablo was whining while laying on the bed pulling on your waist hoping you would just give in and cuddle with him.

You planed a pool night with some of the Barça Wags awhile back and now everyone was finally back at Barcelona so you decided tonight would be a great time to hang out finally.

"Cariño, I promised them! Besides, we will cuddle all night when I get back??" you say turning around and cupping his now pouting face which looked way too adorable not to kiss.

Once your lips collided he added his tongue (look at that gif hehe) deepening the kiss and pulling you on top while you moaned. You pulled away quickly knowing exactly what he was trying to do right now, little devil!

"You're trying to bribe me to stay!" you say sitting up still straddling his lap and his hands squeezed your ass while he chuckled nodding his head trying to kiss you again but you pulled back making him fall back down in exaggeration. You just laughed it off and left to get changed.

Barça Boys Groupchat

pablitoo: i fucking hate when they go out alone!!

frenkie: me too! 😒

pepito: ikr! why can't we join too???

lewy: bc it's girls night😑

ferran: ngl i wanted mine to stay for a diff reason 😏

pepito: me too!

frenkie: same!

pablitoo: me too!

You wore your new red bikini looking for a dress when Pablo called your name form the room again. He was so clingy and you LOVED it secretly!

"Si?" you say peeking through the closet and he used his fingers to show you to move closer which you did giving him a full view of your bikini set.

Bikini you wore:

"You're not wearing that one when I'm not there amor!" he said pulling you close and placing his grabby hands on your hips massaging them slowly. You were slowly getting turned on whenever he would act all possessive like this.

"It's gonna be just us girls at the pool cariño.." you say sitting down on his lap letting his hands roam your body freely really much hating that you can't just stay right now.

"Hmm but I prefer to be the only one to see you in this one princesa.." he said kissing between your breasts and you had to pull away or you would melt into a puddle right there. Damn you Pablo!

"I have to go now Pablo or I'm going to be late" you say grabbing the dress quickly about to leave but his strong hands wrapped around you from behind trapping you there while his chin was resting on your shoulder.

"I'm not letting you go.." he groaned and you sighed playing with veins on his arm for a few minutes just letting his settle his craving to hold you thinking that would make him more reasonable.

"You want me to stay this badly.." you say feeling his head move against your neck as he nodded not saying anything but nuzzling closer into you as you smiled. He was so adorable when he got clingy like this.

"You do know I hate you for being this cute!, right!?" you say turning around in his arms and he just held you tighter afraid you will try to pull away but you didn't instead moving your hand underneath his t-shirt touching his strong abs.

"A..amor?" he groaned a little when your hand moved slowly lower and you smirked looking up at him with innocent eyes.

"Hmm you really don't want me to go...?"you say feeling his bulge against your hand and he smirks shaking his head and calling you a 'chica mala' which was always such a massive turn on..you were only his 'chica mala'.

"Fine then..let me call them and cancel" you say and he nodded starting to kiss your neck already while you dialed Mikky's number already feeling breathless. He pulled you onto the bed sitting you on his lap while you waited for an answer.

"H..hey Mikky! Sorry I can't come..ugh..t..tonight" you were struggling to talk because Pablo was already sucking on your weak spot and you were desperately trying not to moan.

"What happened sis? You feeling good?" Mikky asked and you wished you could tell her just how ;good' you were feeling right now but instead you caught your breath pushing Pablo back so he stops kissing you.

"Um..yeah! I'm fine but..Pablo..he got a fever..and so I need to stay you know" you lie seeing him smirk and move closer again whispering into your ear.

"Si..I have a fever..but only from how badly I want you right now bebé" he smirked when you hit his shoulder whispering for him to shut up while listening to what Mikky was saying on the phone.

"Well, I hope he feels better. I will see you soon! Have fun!" she said before you both hung up and you have Pablo a challenging look.

"Really!? You couldn't wait for me to lie properly..now she knows I only stayed because you can't keep your hands off me!!" you say and Pablo smirked nodding his head and pulling you back so that you were laying on top of him.

"You're the one who started touching my abs..and grabbing me down there preciosa" he said and you blushed kissing his lips feeling him flip you over and move in between your legs.

"I think we both can't keep our hands to ourselves, huh?" he said and you smile nodding your knowing it was definitely a good decision to stay with your clingyy boyfriend ;))

[amasterpieceofmadness]

period sex - bucky b.

summary You’re on your period and Bucky wants to help you ease the cramps, with sex. You’re insecure because of the blood but Bucky is super sweet and makes love to you

wordcount 1.9k

warnings 18+, smut, period sex, period cramps, slight praise kink, unprotected sex, mentions of (period) blood, Bucky being super sweet, fluff ending, aftercare

“Poor baby” Bucky mumbles into your neck, kissing it softly. You two are cuddled up in bed with you being the little spoon, curled up into fetus position with a heating pad on your stomach. Period cramps are the worst. The best Bucky can do is to be here for you and cuddle you as much as he can. And he does exactly that, holding you close to his body. “I will kiss the pain away” He mumbles again, continuing to kiss your neck, your cheek, the back of your head, your shoulder.

You can’t help but giggle a bit. “I wish it was that easy”

“Hm, I think I’m doing a rather good job” Even though you don’t see him you can hear the smirk in Bucky’s voice. His hands travel down your arm and back, caressing you. You are enjoying his touch; it’s at least distracting you a bit from your cramps. His hand travels down to your naked hip and then gives your ass a little squeeze which makes you chuckle. But his hand doesn’t stop there as it wanders down your thigh slowly and carefully, his kisses on your shoulder never stopping.

Then you can feel his hand sneaking to your front, pushing the shirt you are wearing (his obviously) up a bit and caressing your stomach. His kisses trail down to your neck again, his hand brushing over the hem of your panties.

“Bucky, stop” you mumble.

“Why?” he whispers into your ear, continuing to touch you.

“I’m on my period”

“I know. And?”

You turn your head slightly to look at him. “I’m bleeding, Bucky”

Bucky nods his head, his tone still serious but soft. “That’s what period means, yes” But his hand never stops playing with your panties.

You then grab his wrists slightly. “Don’t”

Bucky gives you a soft and caring look. “I’ve heard that orgasms can help ease the pain. Let me help you”

You swallow. “But Bucky… I’m bleeding”

Your boyfriend lets out a soft chuckle. “Yeah, sure. Like some blood would scare me”

“You can’t be serious”

“Why not? I don’t fucking care, baby. Let me ease the pain” He leans in and starts to kiss your neck again softly.

A soft moan escapes your lips as his hand travels down to cup your clothed pussy. “Bucky…”

“I really don’t care, love… We can put a towel underneath, if you’re more comfortable this way” He looks at you with a soft smile. He really wants to help you, and maybe his growing erection a bit too. But his first priority is you after all.

You look into his eyes, searching for any signs of possible disgust. But you see none. So finally, you just nod slowly and Bucky gives you a bright smile.

“Alright. Get comfy while I grab a towel. I’ll be back in a minute” He gives you a short kiss on the nose before getting up and walking to the bathroom.

While he is getting a towel you throw the shirt you’re wearing to the floor. Bucky returns with a towel and a big smile on his face. The towel is quickly covering the sheets, Bucky next to you. His lips are on yours and his hand softly rubbing over your clothed pussy. You let out a soft moan which gives Bucky the sign to move forward. His fingers start to make their way into your panties and you freeze.

“Hey, it’s alright, love. Told you I don’t care” His voice is soft and his breath hitting your cheek.

You nod and start to relax as his fingers continue and soon find your clit, starting off with slow circles. “Bucky…”

“That’s it. Relax, baby” Bucky whispers, adding a bit more pressure onto your clit.

After only a few minutes your first orgasm hits you and Bucky decides not to tease you this time and let you have your release. He wants to help you and ease the pain, after all. As you come down from your high you meet Bucky’s eyes and for a moment you think that’s it. But then you can feel his fingers moving down and before you can protest one of his fingers is entering you without resistance. Your fluids and blood being enough lubricant already so he adds another finger.

“Does it feel good?” Bucky looks closely at your face, making sure you are enjoying yourselves and not feel uncomfortable.

“Y-yes… but… the blood…” You’re torn between feeling insecure because you are on your period, scared he might be grossed because of it, and the heavenly feeling of his fingers curling inside of you.

“Shhh… I don’t fucking care, darling. Just wanna feel you…” His hot breath hits your neck as he presses a few sloppy kisses there and continuing to curl his fingers, hitting the spongy spot inside of you that makes you gasp.

“God…” you mumble, letting your head lean back into the pillow and relax a bit more.

Bucky smiles as he sees your reaction and he continues carefully, knowing you are more sensitive when on your period. He massages your inner walls with his two fingers, sending you over the edge once again. “Yes, baby. That’s it, let go for me”

Your hands grip his shoulders as he rides out your high. He slowly retraces his fingers from you and you want to look down, but Bucky is quick to stop you. “Ah, ah… eyes on me, darling”

And you keep your eyes onto him as he climbs on top of you slowly. You don’t even notice that he wiped the blood from his fingers onto the towel draped over the sheets as you just his muscles flex as he sits up, pulling his boxer shorts down. His body sinks down to cover yours, keeping himself up with one of his elbows to not crush you with his weight.

“You still okay with this?” Bucky asks for your consent and you nod. He then leans down, kissing you softly as his tip teases your entrance. You wrap your arms around his neck and then he enters you with just the tip, making you break the kiss and gasp for air.

“Bucky…”

He continues to look at you, making sure you are still alright and not in pain. As he notices you relaxing, he pushes his cock deeper into you, making your nails dig into his shoulders a bit. His lips meet yours while he bottoms out. “You feel so good around my dick, love”

You nod eagerly, meeting his eyes. “Move, please”

“How could I deny such a lovely plea?” Bucky whispers and pulls back until only his tip is inside of you. And then he pushes in again, making your walls stretch around him until he can feel your cervix on his tip.

As Bucky continues to rock his hips slowly into you, you lift your head, wanting to see how much of a mess you are making. Bucky is quick to lay his hand onto your cheek gently, making you look at him again. “Don’t think about it. Just enjoy it”

With that you let your head fall back into the pillow and close your eyes. His movements are slow yet passionate and his lips are on yours, tongues dancing with each other. This isn’t just fucking, this is making love, and you really do love it. Bucky not only makes you forget about your period, but also the cramps seem to ease.

His breath is hot against your skin, one of his hands holds yours softly, while his Vibranium one is next to your head. Your legs are wrapped around his hips and the room is filled with soft moans and heavy breaths. Bucky’s body is rubbing against yours, a thin layer of sweat covering his skin and making it shine slightly in the light of the lamp on the side stand. His movements don’t falter as he has found the perfect rhythm, not too fast and not too slow, his shaft rubbing over your sweet spot over and over again. At the same time his groin is rubbing at your clit, making the feeling even more pleasurable.

“B-bucky… I’m… I’m…”

Bucky nods as your voice breaks, knowing what you want to say. “I know, baby. Cum for me, let me feel your walls clench around my dick” His own breath is heavy, feeling his own release creeping up on him slowly.

His words are everything you need to hear and your third orgasm of the nights hits you hard. Your eyes roll back, legs trembling and your fingers grip him harder. The moans leaving your mouth are music to Bucky’s ears and he cums, spilling his seed deep inside of you with a grunt. “God…” he mumbles, his head buried in the crook of your neck. His hips are still rocking slowly into you, prolonging your orgasms for as long as he can.

After you come down from your highs Bucky lifts his head slightly to look at you lovingly and he leans down to kiss your nose. “Feeling good?”

You nod with a drained smile. “Yeah” is all you can say. But then you remember that you probably made a huge mess down there and you want to take a look, but once again Bucky stops you with a soft kiss.

“I love baby” He smiles down at you and you can’t help but smile as well.

“I love you too, Bucky” your hand finds his cheek and your caress it with your thumb.

After a moment you can feel Bucky lifting you up and instinctively you wrap your arms around his neck and hold onto him tightly. “Let’s take a shower, shall we?”

You just nod and let yourself carry you to the bathroom and into the shower, his strong arms holding you up with ease as he turns on the water. He then lifts you a bit more, letting himself slip out of you carefully and setting you down on the floor again. He keeps you pressed against his body though, giving you no chance to look down and examine the mess you’ve made. So, you let the hot water run over your body and wash away the blood and sweat of the both of you.

After you finished getting cleaned up you step out of the shower and Bucky wraps you in a big towel before drying off himself a bit. “Get ready and I’ll bring you some fresh clothes” He gives you a quick kiss before leaving the bathroom with the towel wrapped around his middle.

You continue to dry yourself off and Bucky returns to the bathroom a few minutes later. He hands you one of his shirts and a fresh set of panties, he himself is already wearing a fresh boxer short.

As you step out of the bathroom dressed in his shirt and a fresh pad in your panties you find Bucky already laying in bed, waiting for you to join him. You look at the sheets, but they are all clean, and the towel is gone. “It’s already in the wash, baby. Now come here” Bucky opens his arms for you and you cuddle into him. “Feeling better now?”

“A lot. Thank you” you smile up at him softly.

Bucky lets out a soft chuckle. “Please, don’t thank me. All I want is for my baby to feel good. Besides, there are worse things I can think of then having sex with you”

“Was it very messy?” you ask a bit shyly.

“Baby, told you I don’t care” Bucky reassures you with a gently smile and starts to play with your hair while you lay on his chest.

“Really?” you ask again, not sure if he is telling the truth.

“Really. It’s just a bit blood, don’t worry about it. And the best thing is, it helps with your cramps” He smiles a bit proud of himself and kisses the top of your head.

“Yeah, I guess we need to do that again” you smirk a bit.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ve got you”

[cxrsed-angel]

I ♡︎ DILFS

word count: 3k

Warnings: smut 18+ only (minors DNI), Daddy kink (kinda expected), established relationship, age gap (reader is between 24-25, Joel is in his 50s), oral (male receiving), fem!reader

A/N: I've always thought Joel was hot but Pedro Pascal playing him really did it for me, trying to improve my smut so I hope this is better than my last one. <3!!

You were going through an old building as a short cut you didn't realize it at first from the decay and rubble, but the more you looked around, you could see that it used to be a mall. You looked inside a store seeing if you could find anything useful when you spot it. It was a sign from fate; you go and grab the shirt and hold it up to look at. Considering what it's been through, it was in pretty good condition, like it was saved for you. You quickly take off your backpack and put it on. It was a little small; you assume it was a baby tee from the fit of it, but you had a long sleeve under, so you were still covered. You hear Ellie call your name and grab your stuff and run over to them. Joel starts walking, leading you out once he sees you, “Took you long enough come on lets get out of here” You see Ellie looking at the shirt, trying to read it.

 “I heart-i heart, whats a DILF?” Ellie asks more so to anyone than directly to her you could see the gears turning in her head trying to figure out what each letter means. 

You wish you could take a picture of Joel's face when he heard that, he turned around so fast, “Where the hell did you find that at” “C’mon Joel you know this is my brand, my whole motto, this is me, it was fate that brought me and this shirt together and Im never taking it off.” 

“Dead I Like, Deadly I-ok I give up what is it” you both ignored Ellie trying to figure out what DILFS are. 

“I can't take you anywhere, how do you always manage to find the most ridiculous shit during an apocalypse.”

 “Hey! what is it, I don't get it.” You hear Ellie shouting at you clearly annoyed, but youre more focused on Joel at the moment. 

“Aw Joel don't be jealous you know you're the only DILF for me” 

“Can you shut the hell up.” You giggled slightly at the clear annoyance in his voice. You loved messing with him when you can, and when it wouldn't put you in danger of course, you added some much-needed fun to his life. 

You finally leave the mall and walk out onto the road; you were so excited about your DILF shirt, you had an eye for things like this. You knew you couldn't take back everything you find but if it was small or something you really liked you took with you like when you found an old hello kitty watch, it didn't work, but it was still cute. Another time you found a Britney Spears poster in decent condition that was currently hanging up in your room, but the DILFS shirt was definitely your favorite after the poster. You were happy to add it to your little collection. 

“Can someone please explain what is a DILF I don't get it and why is Joel one?” Ellie asks for the billionth time, getting frustrated at you both for not listening to her. 

“Its da-”  You were interrupted by Joel his deep voice, a little upset at you for almost telling Ellie, you didnt think it was too inappropriate but he clearly disagreed. 

“Absolutely not youre not telling her she doesn't need to know, way too young for that, Im surprised you even know what it means” he responded, looking back at you mortified at where you had learned it from. 

“Hey! I was born before the pandemic you know” you tell him, reminding him that you’re not that young. Although compared to him, you were. 

“You were what 4, 5 when it happened can’t have remembered much before.” you heard the sass in his voice but you continue trying to prove that it shouldn't be surprising that you know what a DILF is. 

 “Okay, Im not ancient like you but still I had older friends, and we would talk about-” He interrupts you again, staring at you with frowned eyebrows. 

“Please stop there I really don’t want to know what you and your friends talk about, can we just change topics please.” If they told you about DILFs, he really didn't want to hear what else teens talked about in this world. 

“Dude c’mon, why can't you tell me, Im not a little kid.” Ellie says again, trying to get both of your attention and get you to explain it to her. You know now she’s not gonna let it go since Joel told her no. But you decided you’ll explain it later, especially after the whole playboy magazine situation, and she was around the same age you first heard it from your friends so you didnt see the issue.

“Alright from here until we get to where we are headed we are quiet, no one says a word unless you're dying got it” you could tell Joel had heard enough, and considering that you were outside you told it was best to listen to him and not distract him or yourself. 

“got it” “yes sir” you lean towards Ellie. “He’s in a mood today huh” deciding to bother him one last time before you would have be serious. 

She was about to respond until you walked right into Joel, giving you a yet intimidating glare frowning his eyebrows at you.  “alright alright, i’ll shut up.” 

After a couple hours of walking, Joel found a small safe building to sleep for the night, and you had been talking to Ellie until she fell asleep; you walk over into the room Joel was in, deciding to tease him again.

 “Hey daddy whatcha doing?” you call out in his direction, watching as he rolls his eyes at the name. 

“Stop.” he responded flatly, clearly not amused by your jokes, but you decided to keep them going. 

 “What's wrong Daddy does it make you flustered?” You thought he was going to give you another flat response or tell you to shut up. But you were wrong, instead, he stands up and walks over to you, standing closer than you anticipated, you try to step back slightly, but his arm around your waist prevents you from going too far. You feel the blood rush to your cheek and ears, your mouth goes dry, not knowing what to say or how to respond.

“Oh look who’s flustered now, sweetheart.” His deep voice teases you back, having more of an effect on you than your teasing did on him. You feel yourself get hotter, your brain is unable to focus anything except on how close he was and his rough hand around your waist forcing you closer to him, though you didn't mind. You continue blinking up at him, speechless.

“Youre so quiet now what happened, thought you were teasing me baby?” 

You continue to stare at his brown eyes, the only thing you brain was thinking way, wow hes so hot. You look up into his face, taking in his features. The wrinkles around his pretty brown eyes, the scars and cuts around his face. God you always thought he was attractive but it still amazes you how hot and pretty he was. You could look at him all day. 

He wraps both his hand around your waist, pulling you to him,places his lips on yours. You loved kissing Joel. It was rare having him kiss you while you weren’t in the safety of the QZ. He usually couldn’t relax enough to kiss you, needing to be alert and focused just in case. So this took you by surprise but his kisses always made you feel warm and safe, and in that moment, you didn't have to worry about anything. All that mattered was him. 

You wrap your hands around his neck as you deepen the kiss, pressing your lips against his rough lips, closing your eyes as you melt into his embrace; his hands lower down your waist and squeeze your ass, which surprises you so much that you let out a small gasp against his lips. Joel pulls away slightly, smiling at you “youre cute” His actions confused you; you rarely ever are intimate outside the walls, but you trusted him and if he felt comfortable you knew you were safe so you decided to mess with him “hmm I dont daddy youre pretty cute yourself.” 

He guides you over to the makeshift bed, leading you by your waist, making you walk backward, as you continue kissing him, parting your lips slightly, allowing his tongue to slip inside yours. 

 “You ain’t gonna stop are you” he asks he sits down and pulls you down onto his lap; you couldn’t tell iif he seriously was tired of you calling him that or if he just teasing too. 

 “what you don't like it Daddy?” you ask, trying to gauge his reaction you didn’t want to push it too far or actually make him uncomfortable. 

 “I never say that now did I, sweetheart?” again, he confused you does that mean he liked it or that he didn’t mind you joking about it? you stare at his face trying to see. 

Your thoughts are interrupted by him pulling your lips onto his again. But more aggressively than earlier, moaning into his mouth and rolling your hips against him as he gropes your ass through your jeans.

“Joel” You moan against his lips before you lean your head into his neck.

 “Aw baby what happened to daddy huh” you pull away, looking up at him with wide eyes, surprised. Did he like it? You look at his face and see his eyes full of lust, and you realized he liked it. He liked it when you called him daddy. You look down, suddenly getting shy and embarrassed about saying it. It was one thing saying it as a joke and teasing him about it, but to moan, it was different; it was dirtier. 

He saw you getting shy and flustered in his lap, avoiding eye contact with him. Unlike you, he could read you like the back of his hand; he could easily tell you were embarrassed.

“c’mon baby no need to be shy, I can tell you like too don’t you” he softly stroked your waist when one hand and squeezes your ass with the other. you take your gaze off the floor onto him. nodding in agreement with him.

“C’mon baby need you say it, you like calling me daddy don’t you” you could tell he wanted you to say it out loud, his hand rubbing small patterns on your waist encouraging you, reassuring you that you didn’t need to be embarrassed. 

“Yea i like it daddy” you mutter quietly, still ashamed to say in a serious setting. Not quite ready to admit to yourself that calling Joel daddy turned you on as much as it did. 

You didn't think you would like it or find it this attractive. Maybe it was your lack of a father growing up, and Joel being older than you. You didn't know why; all you knew is that once you said it, you felt yourself getting wetter. 

“hmm good girl” he takes your face into his hands, kissing you again; you slip your tongue into his mouth, his deep voice letting out a moan against your mouth. You couldnt help but grind and roll your hips against him, searching for any type of release. 

He goes to lift your shirt but stops slightly, rolling his eyes “Want me to fuck you in the I heart DILFS shirt dont you?” you look at him, nodding laughing a little “you know me so well.” 

He sighs and shakes his head. Although there’s disappointment in his voice, you can tell there’s also amusement. “ I do, dont why I tolerate you” 

 “You love me, cant live without me, I bring adventure into your life you’d be so bored without me.” you remind him why he puts up with you.

“Shut up” he mutters, though you sensed the amusement in his voice because he knows you’re right. As much as you annoyed him, he couldn’t imagine living without your teasing and antics. 

You unbutton his shirt and take it off, lightly grazing your fingers across his chest, admiring his chest and body, you see more scars and healed wounds but you also see his muscles. You’ve always loved his body. You remember the nights in your apartment placing, kissing along his waist, his chest, his stomach. 

You thought about placing marks on his chest but were interrupted by him unzipping your jeans and lifts your hips up to slide your pants off, you get off his lap, taking off the rest of your pants.  You unzip his pants, pulling them down, you stare at his bulge through his boxers and press kisses onto his dick, teasing him through his boxers. 

“Wanna suck you off” you mumble quietly, focusing on how much you need him in your mouth. You weren’t even sure he heard or understood you until you hear his deep voice speak to you, breaking you away from your thoughts. 

“What’d you say darling couldnt hear” You know he heard you he just wanted you to say it louder. 

“Can I please suck your dick daddy” you look up at him batting your eyelashes while you rub your hand against his hard dick. You feel his dick twitch against your hand while he bites his lip, suppressing a moan. 

“Goddamn darling you’re killing me” his texas accent getting stronger as he gets harder in his boxers, you loved hearing his deep texas accent come out as he gets more turned on by you. 

He pulls down his boxers, and no matter how many times you’ve seen his dick, you’re still in shocked at how big he is. You can’t help but to stare for a couple of seconds taking it in, you smile up at him before teasing him licking the tip gently as you lightly stroke him, you continue placing kitty licks on his dick. He shivers against your tongue, and you love it, love watching him fall apart because of you and seeing how much your mouth affected him. 

 You gather some spit in your mouth before you drool some onto his dick. He rolls his eyes back as you slowly stroke his cock in your hand, using your spit as lube. You hear his deep voice moaning as you lean down and lick the tip while still stroking him. You start to slowly speed your hand when you feel his hand lightly tugging your hair making you stop and stare up at him.

 “you’re gonna have to speed it up sweetheart.” 

That was all he said before his hand grabbed the back of your head and forced your lips onto his cock. You hollow your cheeks and take him in further, feeling your nose brush against his hair at the base of his cock. He moves his hips gently fucking your throat 

“Fuck you feel so good” he murmured under his breath, his voice deeper than his usual tone. You closed your eyes as you felt yourself starting to choke on him,he started to thrust his hips faster into your mouth. 

“C’mon baby look at me, look at daddy.” 

You couldn’t help but moan around him at his words, feeling yourself getting more turned on as he called himself daddy. You listen, looking up at him through your eyelashes as you continue taking him down your throat. 

“Atta girl, so pretty looking up at me like that.” you feel yourself getting warmer from his praise, loving how vocal he was, you wish you were back at his apartment so he could be louder without the risk of drawing unwanted and dangerous attention. 

He moves the hair that was falling in front of your face behind your ears “you look fucking gorgeous sucking my dick darling” feeling butterflies in your stomach as he compliments you.  

You take him out of your swollen lips when you start feeling dizzy from the lack of air; you continue to stroke him in your hands as you catch your breath until he puts his hand on your head, guiding your mouth back onto his cock. His deep voice moans out your name under his breath as he gets closer to his release. 

“fuck darling i’m close keep on-yes like that baby god you like this huh like having daddy’s dick in your mouth sweetheart?”

You nod as best you could, trying to agree, but all that comes out is your moans against his dick. You could tell he was close as his started to get slightly louder, but you could tell he was trying his best to be quiet. His deep voice, making your head go fuzzy in arousal. He start making you gag as he thrusting into your mouth faster , sloppy fucking into your mouth as he closer to his release. After a few more thrust you hear him moaning your name as he cums into your mouth. You feel his cum shoot into your mouth and down your throat.

You held your head onto his cock until he finish before you slowly took him out your mouth. He holds your cheek in his hands, lightly caressing them. 

“Open baby girl let me see.” you happily open your mouth, showing how you swallowed his cum. “Good girl baby c’mere” he pulls you onto his lap again before placing a kiss on your lips , softly biting your bottom lip before pulling away. He holds you in his lap for a couple of minutes. you lay your head on his shoulder as he softly rubs his hand up and down your back.

“if we were at home you know i’d take care of you right baby” his deep voice makes you lift your head off of him, looking into his eyes. Before you met Joel, you thought older men didn’t have much of a sex drive, you didn’t know if it was just Joel or all men in their 50s but he proved you wrong. There have been many nights in his room where he would fuck more than one time; the first time caught you by surprise. Of course, you both paid the price in the morning; both sore, aching muscles had to spend the next day in bed, not being able to do much. So you know he would have fuck if you were back at home. 

“Of course i do” you play with the hair at the back of his neck for a little while before getting off his lap so he could put his clothes back on, and you do the same. You didn't mind; you knew sucking him off was as much risk as he could take, and you didn't really feel comfortable enough to fuck out in the open like this. After you both have your clothes on, you lay down with Joel, wrapping your arms around his waist as he turned, pressing your back into your chest, falling asleep. Trying to rest before you’d have to walk back to the QZ in the morning.

[zriasstuff]

Shower Thoughts (Tom Riddle smut)

Professor Riddle x fem!reader (just imaginary)

WARNINGS: 18+ mature fanfic, includes piv sex scene and graphic descriptions

Fuck you’d been tired throughout the entire day. Finally, you could return to your dorm and just relax. The entire school day felt as if it went on for an eternity, yet you couldn’t remember anything that had happened. Well, nothing besides just how hot your potions professor was. That you’d always remember. It was kind of the only reason you even went to class at this point, otherwise there was really no point in going.

In class, the young professor Riddle would always wear his black, formal attire which added to his already existing seriousness which was visible from one look at his face. His stoic expression always invoked fear in every student, yet you found it oddly handsome. Riddle’s shirt collar was only unbuttoned to the point where you could see his sharp collarbones, but nothing below that area. His shirt was truly the thing that was really driving you crazy every time you saw him. It wrapped around his toned figure so well, that you could see the outline of his clearly existent abs, yet the real deal was closed off.

It started out as a silly teacher crush, who doesn’t have one of those. But slowly he turned into something you desired, craved deep within yourself. It was definitely extremely unhealthy, to the extent that you toyed with the thought of having a little something something with your professor.

Currently, you were in the shower, wanting to just quickly rinse yourself off with some cold water to bring back some sort of life into you. A few minutes in, your fingers start trailing downwards though, and while the water tickles off of your body, slowly but surely your mind starts to wander.

You imagine Professor Riddle telling you to stay late in his class to discuss something with you. Barely being able to walk steadily toward his dark, imposing, fucking hot, figure, due to the jitters that were going through your body, you still somehow make it and ask him what was going on.

You notice him staring at your legs, and his eyes lingering at your particularly short skirt. You innerly wished he’d just bend you over at that exact moment and fuck you right there on his desk.

Riddle tells you to come closer, while still staring intensely at you, so you do. At a certain point you’ve moved so close to him, that you could practically taste his breath. Professor Riddle leans down to your height and whispers in your ear “I can tell you want me to fuck you right now until you can’t walk anymore.”, in an almost threatening way.

“So do it”, you reply, trying to play your excitement off with a seemingly cool tone. With a swift motion he places you onto his desk, his face still just a millimeter away from yours and he starts to trail his fingers upward from your thighs to your short skirt. Tortuously slow, he starts to rub your inner thighs, which gets a huffed sigh from you and inch by inch he was getting closer to your wet spot. As soon as he makes contact with your sweet cunt, even through your underwear, you feel a crippling sensation running through your body and your mind can’t think of anything else other than wanting to be ruined by this man. “Look at how needy and wet you are”, Riddle taunts you. He was right, your aching pussy was getting more and more sensitive and needy. Seeing how much you need his fingers to give you the sweet pleasure that you craved so desperately, he starts pushing your underwear aside to insert one finger into you.

At that exact moment, you do the same with your own finger in the shower.

It’s a sensation you’ve felt before, but your insides are just begging for more. The thought of your professor giving it to you makes you clench around that one sensational finger that you so deeply wish was his. Before you could let out a moan, you shut yourself up quickly, realizing your roommates might hear you.

In your mind, Riddle was kissing you roughly and sucking your lips, to make you quiet. As he inserted two more fingers, you feel your tight cunt being stretched to the fullest and he kept teasing you by not fully hitting your sweet spot. “Please”, you moan and he smirks. “Please what?” “Deeper”, you whimper, which is exactly what he wants to hear. You needed his fingers buried as deep as possible inside you, no matter how painful it might be. Finally, you yelp out as he hit your sweet spot. It was too much already, but he kept curling his fingers towards it, knowing you were close already. In order to chase your high, you even start to bounce on his fingers and riding on them as if they were his real cock.

“Don’t get too greedy now doll”

And he removes his fingers completely. Out of breath you stare at him with disbelief and you beg him to please continue. “Please, you can do whatever you want to me”, you whine, all just so he would continue.

“Look at you, so fucking desperate for my cock. Aren’t you ashamed?”

Indeed you were, but you were also way too horny to properly think at the same time.

“Yes, ‘m so desperate for your cock”

He enjoys his power over you so much. While he was unbuckling his belt, you tell him to be as rough as he can with you. “Such a slut for me”, he sneers at you.

His cock first makes contact with your already swollen and wet clit, sending shivers through your entire body. Your cunt was already stretched out and wet, when he started to slowly slide it in, inch by inch. His cock must’ve been 8 inches, and it was so thick and already leaking precum at the tip when he revealed it. Looks like he was just as turned on by you as you were by him.

As you were sitting on a table, it allowed him to really thrust his dick balls deep in you, to let it get sucked in by your tight pussy. As soon as it was completely inside, both his hands grabbed onto your waist to hold you place, as he thrust his dick roughly in and out. “Fuck you’re tight”, he remarks, which just made you clench down on him even tighter.

With each rough thrust he hit your sweet spot, earning him more and more desperate moans and whimpers. Your hands were on his back, keeping him close so his dick would fill you up to the fullest possible brim. Each time he slid out, he would just thrust it in even harsher, not caring that your sweet cunt was being abused so roughly by him.

As he began chasing his orgasm, you notice his thrusts start to become more messy, and a string of harsh grunts left his mouth. Groaning, while still holding you tightly, he tells you to only come when he tells you to. Becoming harder and harder to contain, you feel the urge to come and cry out “I have to come”.

“Just wait a little more doll” he orders, and after a few more seconds you feel his cum coating your cunt from the inside. Shortly after, you ride out your own orgasm too. The sensation lasted a few seconds and you felt euphoric as you clenched onto his cock and creamed all over it. At the end of it all, you could barely catch your breath and that’s when

“Hey, are you almost done showering, there’s other people in this dorm you know?”, your roommate interrupts your little self care session.

Fuck. You did manage to cum from your own fingers too, but it would’ve been so much better if it were professor riddles cock.

Turning off the shower, you get dressed and go to bed. Tonight, you definitely wanted nothing more than to dream about your imagined scenario during shower time ;)

[artificial-transmutations]

Transformation Letter: Charlie

Hi my name is Charlie, I would like to be transformed into any man you want. But not an object please. I am 26 yo, 170cm tall with a slim twink body. I have white skin, blue eyes and short dark hair.

You hesitate slowly before putting the envelope into the box. It is not that you are unhappy with who you are, but somehow, the thought of becoming someone else is oddly interesting to you. With a silent thud, the letter falls into the box - it's done now, and you can't retrieve it.

The shady online ad had promised that changing your body was not only possible, but really easy to do, too. All you had to do was write a letter to the company and they would care for the rest. To be honest, you don't really believe in all that. It was scientifically unlikely that anyone had developed a technology to change bodies - let alone at a distance knowing nothing more than your name. But still, you had been curious enough to try it.

So, you composed a lengthy letter, describing exactly who you are and what you want changed. That you are happy with your slim build but would like to change certain details. For example, your dark hair could be a bit more interesting. And your butt could be a bit juicier. Oh, and if they shaved one or two years off, leaving you at 22 again, that would certainly not hurt.

It's not like you are old, not even having hit 30 yet, but the gay community was somewhat superficial - picking up guys had been easier a few years ago.

You even attached a picture to your letter showing how you look right now.

What you didn't do though, is read the description of the ad thoroughly. Instead of monetary compensation, they reserved the right to choose your transformation. All the details you worked out for your change will ultimately be in vain - and you are entirely at the mercy of a faceless internet company, having unknowingly sealed a contract that grants them all rights on your physical appearance.

Of course, you know nothing of that. After having put in the letter, you head back home and fix yourself a salad before heading to bed early.

Over the course of the next few days, absolutely nothing happens and soon, you have already forgotten the strange ad and the letter you sent. You continue to live your life without knowing your letter has been dispatched, delivered and processed at its destination. Until, a good week later, suddenly, your face feels itchy. Thinking nothing you scratch at the itchy spot, but the itching returns a few moments later.

When you touch your chin again to scratch it again, your hands meet an unfamiliar feeling. There are short, bristly hairs on your chin! But that's impossible! You never grow a beard, and you distinctively remember being entirely smooth this morning. You quickly rush to the bathroom to have a look in the mirror and almost can't believe your eyes:

There is a clearly visible five o' clock shadow in your face, looking alien and ill-fitting. But it's definitely there. When you touch the short hairs again, you can feel the short hairs bend slightly to your touch. They are dark and clearly visible against your skin. This is definitely *your* stubble! You are growing a beard!

Suddenly, you remember the letter. But that can't be, can it? You certainly didn't wish for a beard! Perhaps this is some kind of side-effect?

You have a closer look at your face, searching for further changes. You notice a dirty spot on your cheek.

Has this been there a minute ago? You try to rub it off but only manage to smear it across your face. You try again, this time with water, but as you look up, you find the dark smear having spread all over your face. Even worse, when you try to wash it off, only some of it comes off. The rest of the dark muddy dirt seems to have seeped into your skin and has made it darker than before, like a tan.

You can even watch the tan spreading in the mirror. Going down your quite hairy chin onto your neck and disappearing into your shirt at the collarbone.

Quickly, you try to wriggle out of your shirt, only to find that surprisingly difficult. When you finally manage to do so, you understand why at once: Your body has bulked up considerably! Your torso that has darkened with the spreading tan and is also covered with stubbly dark hair is way more muscular than before. Your shoulders are broader, and your entire frame is... bulky to say the least. There is not much left from your original slim and twinky body. By the second, you're becoming buffer and darker. When you look back into the mirror, your face reminds you nothing of what it was! It even appears as if you have actually gained a few years, putting you at least past the mark of 30.

This is impossible! You have to stop that. You need to call the company right now!

With that thought, you rush to your laptop and try to remember the company name. Artificial something was it, right? Transformation? No, wait. Transmutation. That's it. You start entering the company name into the search engine but find it increasingly difficult to do so. You do know how to type, of course, but your hands are getting bigger and less precise. When you finally hit enter, the search engine lists the results.

Or, at least you think it does. You blink once, squint your eyes and blink again. You can clearly read the letters on the screen, but the composition makes no sense at all. It's like trying to read an entirely different language. But that can't be! English is your mother tongue, you should be able to read it clearly. Instead, you only recognize very few simple words. "and" for example, or "I".

It's no use. You have lost the ability to read English. But certainly, you can read another language? You try not to think about anything as you type a new query in the address bar of the browser.

Well, good news is that you can read the texts again when the site loads. It's clearly Spanish that you have no problem understanding. But instinctively, you have entered a porn site. Gay porn, to be precise - good. At least this hasn't changed.

Just looking at the pictures makes your cock grow in your pants. And grow. And grow. When you look down at your lap, you recognize a massive beast of burden that certainly wasn't there before, either. Curiously, you unzip your pants and are greeted by a large, throbbing, uncut cock, framed by dark curly pubic hair. Of course, in your old body you always shaved your pubic hair neatly. However, here it's ungroomed and a dark contrast to your tanned brown-ish skin. With the cock that has sprung free, you also freed a cloud of musky smell. The manly smell of unwashed groin and sweat, along with traces of piss and precum.

Without thinking, you take a deep breath and then another one. That smells good, you decide, and your throbbing cock agrees. You grab your large cock with your large hand and start a video with your left one.

As you watch the manly figures on the screen fucking each other, your quickly start to move your hand up and down your length, too. A deep, rumbling sound escapes your throat and soon, your heavy balls begin to churn. You are going to cum!

The thought makes your head spin, and you quickly aim your cock at your laptop's screen. Your mind is so overwhelmed with lust, it's not like you can even think anymore. When your first rope of cum lands on the screen, splashing all over the photos, the second shot flies even further and lands in a pool of white semen on the keyboard.

Huffing and panting, you slowly regain clarity. God damnit, you didn't really do *that*, right?

Worse enough that you snuck into your clients home and used his laptop to watch porn, no. Now your sticky cum is slowly running down the screen and dripping under the keys. There's no way you’re able to clean this up properly.

Awkwardly, you use your shirt to wipe over the laptop superficially. Still, there is a clearly visible spot of dried cum on the screen and the keys will be sticky to operate. You briefly consider cleaning the machine with water but don't want to damage it.

It's no use. You just hope your client won't notice until you are gone. On that note, you quickly make your way back into the garden, resuming your work in the heat of the summer, only clad in a short pair of shorts that accentuates your huge Mexican cock.

Gone is Charlie the twink. Your new life is Carlos, the dumb and randy Mexican gardener.

What is this? A "Transformation Letter"? Yes, you heard right! Over at my riot page, you can send transformation letters that will change your life forever. The only catch? You can't choose what you will become. Carlos here is certainly changed a lot, but not like he intended. Would you be luckier if you tried? Head over to the instructions to try your luck!

[pixiesfz]

Your SK ficcc 🥹🫶 please write more for Sam

wish is my command (reminder to everyone to send in request to the inbox I don’t judge for anything and I’ll most likely write it)

tattoo artist s.k

plot: Sam goes with Millie to watch her get a tattoo and finds the tattoo artist extremely attractive, she forgets to ask for your number so instead comes back the next week to get a tattoo herself.

warning: none really I guess (I was tempted to turn this into smut but it would only work if Sam was the bottom and I can not imagine that)

Millie was a frequent visitor to your shop, you were the magical artist who used her arm as a canvas after all.

She came in as usual, sometimes bringing a friend who was usually her boyfriend but when she came in with a friend behind her you smiled.

“Hi I’m y/n” you introduced yourself and the girl looked up.

Sam stopped for a second as she saw the girl in front of her, thankfully she hadn’t taken of her sunglasses yet so you couldn’t see how wide her eyes had opened.

When Millie said that she would like her tattoo artist she thought it would be a funny guy in his 30’s that probably had too many muscles to count.

She was not expecting you.

You with your shiny hair and surprisingly not tatted body which seemed to be glowing u der the harsh light behind you.

“I uh I- Sam” she stuttered and Millie turned her face away in embarrassment “I thought I recognised you Sam Kerr right?” You asked as you pulled out the chair for Millie to sit in “yeah” Sam said as she finally took her glasses of her face and onto her head.

“Our leading Striker” Millie added in as she winked to Sam when you turned around as Sam looked at her in bewilderment.

“So I hear” you smirked and Millie sat down “we here to finally finish this beauty?” You asked Millie who smiled “of course we are” she said and got comfy.

“Sam there’s a seat there if you’d like?” You told the girl who nodded “actually is there a toilet anywhere?” She asked and you nodded “just out the back on the left” you explained and she nodded and walked off.

When she went out of earshot you turned to Millie “Millie!” You whisper shouted “I told you that you would like her”

“And she’s Australian that’s like 1000+ points in my book” you gasped “if you want I can fall asleep in the chair so you can talk to her more” Millie offered and you rolled your eyes “nonsense” you said and then looked to wear the girl had gone “actually maybe”.

You had started tattooing Millie as she talked about her recent engagement when Sam walked back in “Sammy!” Millie cheered in her spot “does it not hurt?” She asked her friend with a smirk which you stopped to look at “you insinuating that I hurt my clients Kerr?” You asked and she blinked her eyes

“No I would never I was just-“ “I’m pulling your leg Sam you’re fine” you laughed and she sat down “ok” she muttered and you smiled.

She was very cute.

From her back pony tail, to her nicely designed shirt and shorts.

She caught you staring for a second before she cheekily pointed at Millie’s arm “can I tattoo something on you Mills?” She asked and Millie glared at the girl “lay a finger on me and I will break you” she warned and you and Sam looked at each other and laughed.

“Alrighty then, I need to focus” you said as you all three talked about soccer, then Sam asked if you had any partners “unfortunately not, most women don’t like when their girlfriends have to work night shifts” you admitted and Sam straightened her back.

You liked girls.

“I get that, most girls don’t like dating someone who has to travel a lot” she agreed and you smiled.

Sam liked girls.

By this stage Millie has miraculously fallen asleep and you pulled Sam’s wheel chair she was sitting on over.

“Watch this” you said as you went back to work on Millie’s arm, Sam watched as the ink stained into Millie’s skin, changing the colour of the skin that was still there.

“It’s cool isn’t it?” You asked and turned to her, only to find her already looking at you “yeah really cool” she hummed and you smiled “I only have a little bit to go so you can stay here and wake the devil up when I’m finished” you smirked and Sam laughed “okay”.

You finished up on Millie and on their way out, you and Sam kept on exchanging looks and Millie smirked, proud of herself.

“So we’ll probably see you next week? Sam asked and you crossed your head “unfortunately Millie’s arms all done so unless any of you want a tattoo you guys are free of me” you explained “oh” was all Sam said as she looked at the floor.

When they left you turned to see your co-worker who shrugged.

“If it makes you feel any better, If I was a girl and also into women I would have given you my number”

“Thankyou Terry”.

Millie explained the story to the team at the next training as they all turned to Sam.

“Are you mentally ill” Erin started off and Millie laughed “No seriously when we got into the car Sam had realised what she hadn’t done and freaked out on me”

“Guys can we not talk about this” Sam groaned and Niamh and Jessie both crossed their heads “no way” the England player started and Jessie looked at her “Why don’t you just go back to the shop?” She asked and Sam looked up “That’s actually a really good idea”

“Wait seriously none of you guys thought about that yet?” Jessie asked as Millie, Erin and Sam all crossed their heads.

Jessie looked at her team mates win worry as she looked at Niamh who shared her expression “oh my god”.

So that’s how Sam ended up I front of your shop at 10 pm with a choppy photo of a cool bird she saw once at a walk.

“Hey Kerr” you smiled as you opened the door for her to come in “hey y/n” she said and walked in “what gives me the pleasure” you joked and Sam smiled “I would like to get a tattoo” she explained and you nodded your head “I will say when someone comes to me with stupid tattoo ideas I turn them away so what you got?” You asked as you patted the chair.

Sam looked at you as you sorted out your inks, you wore a cropped T-shirt singlet and dark jeans but your apron covered the front half of your toned stomach which she was dying to see.

“Just something small on my wrist, just a bird” she shrugged and you nodded “any meaning?” You asked softly and Sam crossed her head “just something I like”.

You ignored Sam’s stares as you started the tattoo “what made you realise you want to get another tattoo?” You asked and Sam smirked “well you see my friend got one the other day by this really gorgeous lady”

You smirked at the girl who sat next to you “well this sounds interesting” you said as you went back to the almost finished tattoo.

“Yeah well I was like being really stupid and forgot to ask for her number” Sam dragged on and you smiled “I bet she really wanted that number” you said and Sam smiled.

“Can I have your number?”

“But what about the tattoo girl?” You asked with a fake gasp and Sam rolled her eyes.

“Yes I will gladly have your number Sam”.

[marvelsswansong]

clumsy

summary: you're extremely clumsy. Steven worries. Marc finds it amusing. Jake gets protective. But they all love you for it nonetheless.

tags: pure fluff, oneshot, boyf!Steven & Marc & Jake, gn!reader (no pronouns/descriptions in place), cute slice of life moments, some comedic humor with Khonshu, bc I am a student in London ofc I had to add in English lingo/London tingz, please do not take as accurate portrayal of DID by any means

☆ word count: 3.5K+ ☆

Steven worries for you. Endlessly. 

He knows you’re a capable adult. You’re wicked smart, hard to trick, quick to respond with a sassy comment. But you’re extremely clumsy. He still remembers how the way the two of you first met was because you tripped and nearly fell onto an exhibit piece. Having just finished his shift, Steven was exhausted but his reflexes kicked in as his left arm quickly wrapped around your waist, stopping you from hitting the floor.

Your eyes remained closed, bracing for the harsh impact of the floor, but instead all you felt was… someone’s warm arm wrapped around your waistline. 

“A-are you alright?” a soft British voice asked you, your eyes slowly opening to be met with a gorgeous curly haired man with a name tag pinned onto his shirt. Steven, it read. 

“I- yeah, thank you. I didn’t mean to fall but I was distracted.” you sheepishly added, looking away from the handsome man’s gaze. You must’ve looked like such a fool, you berated yourself. Unbeknownst to you, he was mesmerized by the way the fading sunlight was illuminating your face, your smile hesitant but pure and your voice even sweeter to hear. 

“Yes, the exhibits are truly fascinating-” he started, only to be cut off.

“I was actually looking at the guide dog.” you interrupted, pointing to the golden retriever across the room. “But these ancient exhibits are interesting too! I just wish I had a tour guide or something because reading all this printed information on four hours of sleep is really difficult.” you quickly added, making Steven chuckle. 

“I-I could show you around, if you’d like.” 

Steven had no idea where the sudden courage came from, but he didn’t want to clamber onto the tube and go back to his empty flat quite yet. He wanted to stay here, with you, listen to you ramble about the most innocuous things. He nervously fiddled with the edge of his jacket, thinking he had perhaps crossed the line, but all you did was smile even wider.

“Really? Are you sure? I mean there’s only half an hour before closing so-” 

“It’s no problem, really.” 

“Thank you, Steven.” 

“No problem….” he trailed off, waiting for you to fill your name in. 

“(Y/n).” 

“(Y/n). Nice to meet you. So if you look closely upon this carving, you’ll see that it’s a depiction of Anubis. Anubis is the protector of the dead in Egyptian mythology…” 

That had been six months ago and now you had moved into his flat, your hoodies carelessly folded over the couch and your mismatched socks stuffed precariously into his drawers. He wouldn’t have it any other way though - being able to come home to you each night and to have your face be the first thing he sees every day (more or less given that both of you had hectic schedules) made even the worst days much brighter for him. It also helped that living together meant he could keep an eye on you more: it wasn’t uncommon for you to have shown up to dates, prior to moving in, with a sprained wrist, a small bruise on your arm, a twisted ankle… All from (badly) doing regular things. 

You were just so clumsy and out of them all, Steven worried the most. He carried plasters with him everywhere, in addition to filling one of his drawers to the brim with first aid supplies (which had the additional benefit of being of use to Marc or Jake after a night out, he supposed). He would be the first to drop all his books and come rushing by your side if he heard something drop or shatter, his first priority never being about the damaged item but your wellbeing. He didn’t care that you’d shattered three mugs since moving in or that you’d nearly given yourself a concussion from tripping over a package you were too lazy to pick up. Your clumsiness never annoyed him, though it just made him worry endlessly and be on high alert whenever you decided to do something even remotely dangerous. 

“Ah, shit.” 

You were sucking on the edge of your slightly burnt thumb for less than two seconds when Steven came rushing into the room, the sound of metal hitting the floor followed by your cursing forcing him to sprint out of bed and come to your aid. His hands carefully cradled your left hand, examining it in the dim yellow light of the kitchen, whilst you rolled your eyes playfully in protest.

“Stevennnnn, the cookies!” you attempted to pull away from him but his grip was iron tight.

“You’re far more important than the sweets, love. Hold on.” 

Turning off the oven, he pulled out a pack of plasters from the top shelf, ordering for you to run your thumb under cold water in the mean time. Afterwards, he carefully dried off your finger (being ever so careful to ask you to tell him if it was hurting as he applied pressure) and bandaged it nicely with a soft kiss to your hand. The action made your heart flutter.

“Thanks, Steven.” you kissed him gently, an action which still made him blush.

“No problem, darling.” 

“... Are the cookies okay though?” you pouted, pulling away from his embrace to check inside the oven. Steven’s hands quickly landed on your shoulders, pulling you backwards in an instant. 

“Hold on, love. Let me get the cookies out, alright? Don’t want you to burn yourself again.” he lightly teased, putting on oven gloves. You sighed - admittedly, that was probably the best thing to do anyways. Steven was the one to carefully take the cookies off of the baking sheet with a spatula as you arranged them neatly into stacks into the plastic container, carefully balancing one of the cookies on top of your palm so you could feed it to Steven. He smiled, gently biting into the dessert, a pleasant hum leaving his lips.

“Any good? It’s a new recipe.” 

“It’s marvelous, love. Very sweet. Only second to you.” 

“Well it was a team effort, I’d say. I bake and… you make sure I don’t burn the flat down. Or burn myself.” you added, taking a bite of the cookie as well. “Seriously, don’t you get tired of having to treat minor injuries for me so often?” 

Steven shook his head sideways, kissing you softly again - his lips still had the remnants of coconut and chocolate, with a hint of raspberry. 

“Never.” 

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Marc, on the other hand, finds your clumsiness endlessly amusing. 

He wouldn’t hesitate to pull you away from a burning pot or to help you stand up if you fell, of course. But unlike Steven who worried endlessly, waiting anxiously by your side as you cooked or cleaned, he found your daring efforts amusing and fun. Especially when he’d be able to tease you afterwards, see the adorable way in which your face would crinkle up in embarrassment, thereby giving him an excuse to kiss away the sour expression from your face. 

Juggling trying to retain whatever was ‘normal’ for Steven with a mercenary’s life and an Egyptian god constantly bothering him in the background, there was something so comforting and normal about watching you. His favorite sight in the world was whenever you’d stay up late waiting for him to get home then fall asleep on the sofa, your face smushed into the cushions, your chest rising in soft breaths as you slept. Being able to carry you back to bed, after arranging the pillows and blankets to be as comfortable as they could, before falling into the sheets with you was how he wished every day could be. 

His heart burned for you. And amongst the millions of things he loved about you, above all, it was your heart - your never ending desire to help others, your generosity, your need to always give back to others. He even saw one time that you’d scheduled various anniversaries into your phone, each day color coded and neatly organized - he pretended to have not seen the first month anniversary notification and acted surprised a week later when you pulled out a pair of tickets to a new musical. His right arm never left your waist as you clung to him afterwards, the uneven cobblestoned streets of London making walking (especially as you were drunk) ever more difficult. 

“Oh!” you suddenly stopped walking, causing Marc to almost tip over to the side at the suddenness and force with which you stopped walking. Cautious, he quickly surveyed the surroundings, expecting you to have seen something to make you nervous. “Remind me to take out the cake I have in the fridge before Marc gets home.” 

His heart was overflowing with warmth as he chuckled quietly, brushing away your hair from your face so he could better see it under the moonlight.

“Baby, I am Marc.” 

You simply hummed in response, his reply not seemingly registering in your brain for a few moments before your eyes widened in shock.

“You are! No, now I ruined the surprise.” you dramatically flailed your arms, almost falling over as you took a misstep. Marc’s reflexes were fast, quickly pulling you into his chest as a black cab rushed by. 

“Careful, angel. Almost got run over by London traffic.” 

Gently walking you towards the other side of the street, Marc was vigilant to keep you away from the side facing the open traffic all the way until the two of you reached the flat. Opening the door took several tries as you insisted on being useful and opening it yourself, but you kept on dropping the key or using the wrong key for the door. 

“Just help the little human already.” Khonshu grumbled from the background, his arms crossed and his tone unamused. But Marc didn’t care. There was something so cute about seeing you get frustrated, your eyebrows furrowing in concentration as you tried over and over again to open the door. When Marc eventually stepped in and opened it in one try, you threw your arms around him, kissing his face and calling him your hero, causing him to accidentally knock against the kitchen counter with a mug falling and shattering on the floor as a result.

“My clumsy baby. What will I ever do with you…” he commented against your lips, the pads of his thumbs drawing circles on your face.

“Perhaps you could begin by cleaning up the filth on the floor.” 

Marc was about to chastise the god when your head suddenly whipped around to the tall creature. 

“Shut it, birdie! It was a mistake.” 

“... You can see me?” the god’s voice changed from annoyance to one of surprise, clearly having underestimated your abilities to perceive beyond the mortal world.

“Yes! And you need to stop being so mean to Steven, he’s a good boy.” 

The god was baffled into silence as Marc let out a wild laugh at your antics, hugging you closer to his chest.

God, he loved you. 

The sound of the door finally unlocking snapped him out of his memories, his thoughts running wild when you finally stepped out of the bathroom, nervously pulling at the ends of the fabric whilst looking yourself over in the mirror repeatedly. He knew you were meeting with your best friend’s fiancee tonight and that you want to make ‘the best impression possible.’ His throat immediately ran dry, his eyes hungrily drinking in your figure whilst you took his silence to be a bad thing.

“Oh no, does it look bad on me? Is it too much? Should I change? I can grab-” 

A swift kiss to your lips, firm but still gentle, cut your rambling off. 

“You look perfect, baby. Now you have to leave if you want to catch your Uber on time.” 

“Right.” you smiled against his lips. Quickly fixing your hair in the mirror one last time and grabbing your bag - quickly shoving your phone inside - you raced to the front door in your socks, knocking over a pile of books that the god had been skimming through for the past few hours.

“I’m so sorry, Khonshu!” you felt horrible, knowing that he’d been skimming over the books for hours, as you dropped onto your knees and began to pick them up one by one. The god let out a displeased sigh - at this point, the god had come to oddly respect you and care for you in his own right. But even so, he couldn’t help but marvel at your clumsiness. It was unlike anything else he’d ever seen. 

Marc was quick to arrive by your side, gently coaxing you away from the pile of books.

“It’s alright, baby, you go ahead. I’ll clean this up.” 

Apologizing fervently again, you planted one last kiss on Marc’s lips before hurriedly exiting the flat, the force with which you slammed the door causing the flat to shake. Shaking his head sideways in amusement, Marc quickly went about picking up the books as the god watched from above him. 

“I sincerely do not understand how one mortal can both perceive the higher realms whilst struggling to maintain basic balance and hand-eye coordination.” 

Marc chuckled.

“It’s a mystery to me too.” 

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Jake didn’t worry for you nor did he find your clumsiness amusing. 

No, seeing you trip, knock over, cut yourself accidentally or drop things made his protective side kick in, his body immediately wrapping around yours and shielding you from whatever danger was created. It was a bit much at times, causing even Marc and Steven to complain - “they’re London cyclists, Jake, they’re supposed to go a bit fast” - but Jake didn’t care. He hated to see you in pain, to see any markings or discoloration on your pretty skin, so it was primal instinct to be protective around you. 

Sometimes you’d pout when he’d seat you away from an open flame or insist on holding your hand in open streets, but he couldn’t help it. He wasn’t the best with words - like Steven - nor with spending quality time with you - like Marc - so his love for you spilled over in his actions. Jake was fiercely protective of you, unafraid to snap, push or get a little violent with people if they could ever hurt you. Or if they flirted with you.

As Jake eyed the menu of the small cafe nestled in the corner of the bookstore, your order memorized like the back of his hand, he missed your figure leaving his side as a certain book cover on the top shelf caught your eye. Having decided what to order, he returned his gaze to his side to ask you if you’d like the usual, before he realized that you were no longer next to him. His eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, seeing that you’d opted to climb up a ladder to reach a book on the top shelf in the historical fiction section.

His brain immediately flashed with numerous scenarios of what could go wrong - you’d fall off the ladder, hit your head on a sharp corner and get a concussion, get a paper cut from flipping through too quickly - and Jake was quick to abandon his place in line, only to be cut off by another man accidentally walking into you as you stepped off the ladder. Engrossed in whatever was written on the back cover of the book, you hadn’t seen the man blocking your pathway who was now apologizing to you profusely.

“I’m terribly sorry for that.” the man kept repeating his apologies, bending down to retrieve your fallen book. Jealousy coursed through Jake’s veins upon realizing that the man was objectively good looking, his brown hair well styled, his prim suit indicating that he probably held a well off, stable job. It was one of Jake’s insecurities - the fact that he (or Marc or Steven for that matter, but especially him) could not offer you a ‘normal’ life free of violence, doomsdays and existential threats. And the way you keep giggling and entertaining the man’s quips caused his stomach to twist and anger to bubble up in his chest, his fists clenching by his sides. Jake wasn’t thinking when he stormed up to where you were standing and pulled you right against him, lacing your fingers with his. 

“Mi corazón, we should leave now if we want to catch the bus in time.” his voice was sweet when speaking to you but his glare to the man was deadly, who was now shifting uncomfortably under Jake’s stare. Your brows furrowed in confusion.

“Oh, but Spencer was just about to tell me-” 

You weren’t able to finish your sentence nor get your book back from Spencer as Jake quickly dragged you away, leaving the brunette man confused and alone with your book. Jake was silent for a few moments, simply dragging you behind him as you hurried your pace in an effort to keep up with him amongst the busy crowds of pedestrians.

“What was that for?” you pouted. 

Jake stopped, dropping your hand before letting out a curt sigh. 

“That bastardo was flirting with you. Plus, he could’ve hurt you by knocking into you while you were stepping off a ladder.” 

The mix of jealousy and insecurity dripping from his voice caused your expression to soften, your delicate hands coming up to cup his face.

“It’s sweet of you to worry, Jake, but I’m fine, see? Also, even if he was flirting, I would never be interested in him. Not when I have the most handsome, caring and amazing boyfriends by my side.” 

His anger slowly dissipated, your lips meeting his in a gentle manner, which he was quick to turn into a full out steamy makeout session by pinning you against the brick wall of the alleyway. You laughed against his lips at his eagerness as a small smirk spreads across his lips.

“You’re mine, mi amor, aren’t you?” he growled.

“All yours, Jake... But I did really want to buy that book so you’ll have to make it up to me.” 

He kisses you again, his intoxicating mix of sandalwood and fresh leather flooding your senses.

“Of course. I’ll buy you that book. And anything else you’d ever want.” 

“Can I open my eyes now?” you whined, the blindfold placed on your eyes having meant you’d been led in complete darkness for the past ten minutes. Based on the attire you were told to wear and the soft feeling of grass and dirt underneath your feet, you had a feeling you were in a hilly area or a park, but you had no idea why you were here or what Jake had planned for date night. Jake simply chuckled in response.

“In a minute.” 

A few rustles of paper and the sound of fabric being straightened out, then he carefully took off the blindfold from your eyes, revealing the gorgeous sight in front. A hastily sprung out picnic basket laid out with white and red checkered squares, pinned to the grassy floor with a few glass candles. Two wine glasses and a bottle of wine sat in the middle. It was intimate and small, yet so beautifully done, you felt your heart squeeze in appreciation as you looked up at Jake’s face (which was uncharacteristically shy and withdrawn in this instance).

“Sorry for the... rather messy presentation. Steven and Marc helped with a few things but I’m usually not very good with these things, so-”

“It’s perfect.” you cut him off quickly, grabbing his hands and squeezing them in reassurance. “Thank you, thank you all so much. This is just… the best thing I could’ve asked for on our sixth month anniversary.” 

Jake’s shoulders quickly relaxed, a sly smirk appearing on his face.

“Oh, just wait until you see, mi vida, what we have planned for you.” 

As Jake sat down next to you, you popped open the wine bottle and began to pour him a glass, accidentally spilling some onto his pants. 

“Shit! I’m so sorry-” you quickly placed down the drinks, searching for some tissues and water to help rub out the stain. But Jake simply couldn’t care, choosing instead to admire you: the way your eyes glittered in the moonlight or the way the faint glow of the candles below carved your face in shadows.

“God, I’m just so clumsy, did we bring any tissues? Or I can run down to a nearby-” you continued to ramble, becoming silent only when Jake's hand reached out for yours, wrapping around your wrist and setting you back down on to the floor.

“It’s alright, mi amor. Just sit and enjoy this night with me, okay?” 

“Okay.” 

And as the two of you sat in silence, the object in his left pocket felt heavier than ever.

“Thank goodness the wine didn’t spill onto the ring.” Steven remarked.

“Though, that would have been very (Y/n)-esque to do.” Marc added.

And as he tore his gaze away from the night sky and onto you, all Jake could think about was how much he wanted to spend to spend the rest of his life with you. Even through all the falls, bruises, wine spills, forgotten items and cuts you’d rack up along the way.

a/n: sooo basically I haven't posted any fics since Aug of 2020. Whew. So posting this is pretty nervewracking for me. Sorry if this fic wasn't the best, I am a little rusty. Not sure if any of my older followers are reading this but if you stuck around, thank you!

As for everyone else, please let me know if you enjoyed by liking/commenting/reblogging - if the feedback is positive I may write more in this fandom :)

❤️ Drink water, nourish your body and be kind to yourself today ❤️

[peetaslefttoe]

@suzyshunshine

How about you do a Peeta smut where the reader are friends and hanging out one day. You start a conversation on how you’re friends are going out and it comes to the reader saying Oh nobody’s ever wanted to date me. He’s like that’s not true. Then the reader makes a list of they’re insecurities that to peeta are beautiful. Peeta confesses his feeling and then… the smut rolls around. Well that’s my idea!

warnings: smut, p in v, smut with feelings

summary: request above

author’s note: ahh i love this idea thank you sm

Masterlist Pinned xx

The sun beat down through the leaves, a cool summer breeze fluttered across the dry grass. You and Peeta lay side by side underneath a tree, it’s shade enveloping you, protecting you from the hot sunlight.

“I just don’t get how they all suddenly have boyfriends,” you continued, telling Peeta about your friends relationships.

“Literally, how is everyone dating someone?” Peeta added. You paused for a moment, the wind rustling the grass.

“You know, sometimes I wonder if I’m just meant to be alone forever,” you finally spoke, looking down at your boots.

“What do you mean?” Peeta turned to you.

“It’s just, no one’s ever wanted to date me,” I whispered. “I don’t know, i just don’t think I’m pretty enough for that kind of love,” 

“That’s not true, Y/N!” Peeta said firmly.

“You don’t have to lie Peeta, my hair is all frizzy, my arms are chubby, my stomach is ugly, my boobs are small—,”

“Stop Y/N, you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, I won’t stop until you see it too,” Peeta interrupted. “Your hair smells fresher than a field of roses, your arms are the most perfect of all, I wish you could hold me in them forever, your stomach is adorable and sexy, and your boobs, well darling, they’re gorgeous and i’ve only gotten a peek,” he continued, rambling on while looking into your eyes. You blushed furiously, looking down at your feet once more.

“Ah ah, eyes up here sweetheart,” he lifted your chin and pulled you to his lips. You melted into his touch, you felt as if you were floating, Your bestfriend and your first and only crush since the day you met him, was kissing you. You pulled back and looked into his deep brown eyes, smiling.

“I’ve loved you ever since I met you Peeta Mellark,” you beamed down at him. He smiled and pulled you back into a deep kiss, muttering words of love and praise into your mouth. His hands trailed across your back as he nibbled at you lips. You relaxed into his strong arms, breathing in his sweet scent. He reached for the hem of your shirt before pulling away from your raw lips.

“Can I? I want you to comfortable, if you are, I really want to show you how perfect you are sweet girl,” he looked up at you sincerely. You thought for a moment before nodding, your stomach doing flips with anticipation. He slowly lifted your top over your head, letting out a little gasp as he realized you weren’t wearing a bra. He yanked his shirt off before pushing you onto your back and burying his face into your tits.

“Fuckin perfect, I could suck on you for hours, fuck-,” he groaned, grinding his hardening length down on your leg. You whimpered at his words, then grew louder when he latched onto your nipple, sucking and nipping at it furiously. He switched between nipples, kneading and nibbling your boobs. He only stopped his assault when you rutted up into him, your pussy throbbing.

“Needy girl, are we?” he teased, pressing a kiss to your lips. He kissed lightly down your stomach to the top of your pants.

“Wait!” you exclaimed, sitting up and pushing his hands from your belt.

“What’s wrong? We can stop, is everything okay?” he switched from dominating to gently in a second, holding your hand sweetly.

“It’s… just, it’s, you know, ugly…”

“What is?” Peeta looked at you with confusion.

“My… you know-,” you looked down at your pants.

“Oh darling, I know your sweet little pussy is beautiful, but if you want to stop we can,”

“Promise you won’t laugh?” you asked him.

“I promise,” he nodded firmly. You slowly pulled down your bottoms revealing your panties. You paused, looking at him.

“Do you want to take them off or me?” he asked gently.

“You please,” you whispered. He tucked his fingers into the lace and slowly dragged them down your legs and off onto the ground. He pulled your knees to the side, spreading your legs and exposing your pussy. You shut your eyes, preparing for the worst.

“Oh Y/N, you have nothing to worry about, fuck, i would eat you out right here for hours, your cum dripping down my face, if my cock wasn’t so fucking hard,” he groaned, kissing your clit roughly. You whined, thrusting into his face.

“Shh, stay still for a moment baby,” he reached down and shed his pants and underwear, his thick cock smacking his abs. He lifted your legs over his and pulled your hips into him. He slowly pushed his drippy tip into your tight hole. He whimpered loudly as your pussy clenched around him.

“Holy shit, you’re taking me so well, oh my god-,” he groaned, inching into you as you adjusted to his girth. He finally bottomed out with a whine of your name.

“Move please, please i need you to fuck me Peeta,” you moaned out, shifting in his grasp. He pulled out before slamming back into your soaked hole. The air was filled with the erotic sound of his length slipping in and out of your weeping hole. He reached a hand to your clit, rolling it in his callused fingers. His other hand grasp your hips bruisingly as he drilled into you.

“Fuck Peeta! I’m gonna-,” you felt a warmth fill your core as you shook violently on his cock. He whimpered shakily as your walls milked his cock and he filled you with spurts of thick cum. He erratically fucked you both through your highs before he collapsed on you. You cling to his sweaty back, your pussy sore and throbbing around his soft cock.

“I love you so much Y/N, you’re my girl, my beautiful, perfect, gorgeous girl,” Peeta murmured into your neck.

[aplaceforyourhearttorest]

Play Me 🖭 James Hetfield (18+)

"Just because I'm not there right now doesn't mean we can't have fun, baby." Your boyfriend's voice rasps out against the shell of your ear, his used voice coming out hoarse. Raising an eyebrow, you wrap your index finger around the phone's cord, wishing it was a strand of his blonde hair instead.

"And what do you have in mind, phone sex? Because the last time we tried, Lars walked in while you had a hand down your pants."

James laughs loudly at the memory, causing you to grin in response, your fingertips lightly grazing the hem of his shirt you were wearing. "I'd like to never have that happen again, actually," He muses out before pausing. "I have something better in mind. I won't touch myself, but you will. And I left behind a gift for you."

Lifting the receiver off of the bed, you began to stand up and look around the room. "Babe, there's nothing new here." Crouching down to look in the bottom shelves, you purse your lips as you hear him let out an amused hum.

"It isn't really new, I just added something to it," Before you could ask why he was being so cryptic, he spoke up again. "What did we get in trouble for on our first date?"

"For listening to rock music on my dad's.." Trailing off, you began to huff out a light peal of laughter before going over to the desk near the dresser. "Walkman." Reaching over to pick up the shoebox you two kept full of memorabilia, you quickly took off the cover in anticipation.

"If this is your way of finally hearing me orgasm while listening to Van Halen, you really went out of your way." You say in a teasing tone as your hand encircles around the cassette player. Removing the headset from the Walkman, you blink in confusion as you take in the appearance of the tape inside.

"Is this a homemade tape?" Pressing the play button without waiting for his response, you freeze mid-step as a moan rings out around your guys' quiet apartment bedroom.

"Don't run from me baby, take it." Flushing from the grunts that bellow out of the small machine in your hand, you hastily press pause.

"James," You whine out, your thighs pressing together as you feel your clit begin to pulsate. Shakily making your way back to the bed, you sit on the edge as you spread your legs wide open.

"Lie back and take your underwear off for me," James says over the phone, causing you to jolt and almost drop it. "Keep on my shirt."

Lifting your hips and following his instructions, a shiver runs through you as your pussy gets exposed to the cool air. "Yes sir." You whimper out, your free hand gripping onto the sheet beside you as you wait impatiently for his next command.

"Press play and don't stop it again." Blinking dazedly, you reach over and blindly press on the buttons until your cries are the only thing you can hear.

"I-I can't, it's too much!" You hear yourself moan out. Redness covers your cheeks and chest as you remember the positions he had you in. Missionary at first, borderline mating press as he had you by the ankles and stretched out over your head.

Doggystyle was next, his tattooed fist clutching your then tangled hair and bruising your hip with the other.

"Stick your fingers in your mouth baby, then trail them down." Spit traveled down your forearm as you wrapped your tongue around your middle and ring fingers. Closing your eyes and imagining them to be his wide girth, you hear him let out a curse as you swallow around them and gently gag.

Lips quirking up in a smile at how reactive he was at the sound, your fingers pop out of your mouth and slowly leave a trail of wet as you grasp onto your breast.

"James please, I need more."

"You'll take what I give you, like a good girl. Stay still, doll."

Tsking out loud, James breathes in deeply as a sadistic grin grows on his face. His next words have you trembling and crying out in frustration.

"Nothing's changed, baby. You still don't get to cum until I tell you to."

[milawritesstuff]

Can i request just soft and passionate smut with pedri :) 

A/N: Idk why but with Pedri I always think it would be soft lol. Hope you enjoy it.

Warnings: ⚠️ Smut!!

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“I wish you could come with me.” Whispered Pedri as he sunk his nose into the crevice of your neck almost as if he was trying to bottle up some of your scent to take with him.

The two of you were in his room, where you had been all day. He was to report to Las Rosas the next day and then he along with his team mates were headed to Qatar for the World Cup. You were just trying to enjoy the last hours you had together, both hoping he would come back later rather than earlier in these circumstances.

“I know, amor. But I can’t take so much time away from uni.” You said.

“I’m going to miss you so much.” He said in a low tone that made your whole body vibrate. “All of you.” He said huskily.

His nose now brushed yours as he looked at you. You stared back at the young man. He was everything you could have hoped for. His dark brown eyes made you weak and the little stubble upwards his jaw line that was now cupped by your palm did something unexplainable to you. Specially when Pedri went down town on you.

He shifted and wiggled himself around until he was hovering above you. One of your favorite views. The light brown hoodie that framed his face made him look so appetizing, in such a weird way. You looked up at him, studying his features. He was beautiful. You decided to take the next step and pushed yourself up to have your lips meet. Soon he took the lead. His tongue swept across your bottom lip parting them. He loves your taste. His hands now going under your own hoodie slowly tracing your upper body until they got to what he was looking for. But there his hands were looking for the fabric of your bra and instead found themselves with just your skin. “You’re not wearing a bra?” He asked in between kisses. His hands gliding up. You parted your lips away from his for a few seconds “I was trying to make it easy for you today” you smirked.

“But you’re making it really hard for me to want to leave.” He said returning to meet your lips. His hands continued on to trace over your nipples causing you to let out a moan along with his name “Pedro” and that was all he needed to know you wanted - no you NEEDED him.

Pedri slowly took off your clothes and threw it on the floor of his room. He propped up on his arms as you sat up and proceeded to take off his hoodie and then his shirt revealing his perfectly chiseled abs. You always enjoyed getting him naked. You felt in power and he looked so vulnerable. “Hold on.” He said as he stood up and took off his pants and underwear.

When he came back onto the bed he hovered over you. You wrapped your legs around him pushing him closer to you. “Espera.” Wait he said. “I want to do it slow so I can remember it while I’m gone.” He smiled.

He leaned in and began to kiss you. You could feel his hands on your ass. Slowly creeping towards your thighs when suddenly one of his fingers met with your wet core and slipped inside. It caught you by surprise and you bit Pedri’s bottom lip. “Te gusta?” He asked. You could feel his finger going in deeper as his tongue also went in deeper in your mouth. You nodded while you wrapped your arms around his neck.

You panted because the rythm Pedri was using was quick and deep and as you squirmed he added another finger making you moan in pleasure. “Pedri” you managed to say as he left your lips and traced down to your neck taking small bites. “I want you.”

“You have me.” He said.

“Pedri I want you inside of me.”

Not needing much else Pedri leaned back and lined himself up with your entry. He pushed in as he stared down at you. His chest raising up and down in anticipation. He leaned in towards your chest as he continued to press in while you clenched around him. He let out a small moan which turned you on even more. He began to rock against you slowly as your eyes were fixated on each other. “Te amo, Pedri.” You said.

“I can’t believe I’m leaving this to go play futbol.” He said as you both laughed. He continued to push in. You could hear the way his body slapped against yours. You held on to whatever you could, his arms, his back, you just needed to feel him.

“You feel so good around me” he whispered which made you blush despite the intimate act you two were participating in. He continued to thrust in a steady pace. Usually he started off slow but eventually he let his desires get the best of him and he started to go fast and rough. And that’s what turned you on the most, you would never guess how he is in bed by his everyday attitude. Because in bed Pedri became someone else.

But this time as he had told you he wanted it slow. He slowly rolled his hips onto you, every time touching your perfect spot. He went down from nibbling on your neck to taking your nipples in his mouth. You went into a trance because you loved the way his lips felt around your nipples. They felt soft and hungry. And when he was nibbling on your nipples and pushing himself into you, that was the type of pleasure you never wanted to forget.

You opened your eyes and looked and the young man on top of you. Sweat coming down his forehead. His hair messed up from you grabbing it. His cheeks red. You held him tighter.

Your breathing grew erratic. Before you could even tell him he knew you were on the verge of coming. Your moans sent him on overdrive. He wished he could record the moans and take them with him. You felt yourself shatter and he let out a moan because he felt you clenching around him. And he loved that feeling because he knew it was all him. He thrusted in harder this time. You knew he was following you and he too was about to come. “Vamos Pedri.” You whispered as you began to nibble on his neck. You heard his breathing get faster. He lost it and yelled out profanities you only ever heard in bed. “Te amo.” He continued to say over and over again as he toppled onto the bed next to you.

[ssaaaronmontgomery]

Saturday Morning

Warnings: None! Just fluff 🥰. Not proofread.

Word count: 591

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader

A/n: This is just a little something about a sweet Saturday morning with Aaron. I'm trying to get back into writing more because I've had a bit of a writer's block lately. I sat down to write something from my own mind today and this came out. I hope you enjoy it 🥰.

Forever tags: @greg-montgomery @boredelle @hotchsdoormat @ssahotchnerr @criminalskies @beardedhotchh @hotchnerbau @ssamorganhotchner @mrs-ssa-hotch @canuck-eh @luvehotch @callm3c0nfus3d @ivyflowers13 @randomuserrs

Hotch: @14buddy22 @pastanoodles11 @htchnr

Let me know if you want to be added to my tags 🫶

Aaron wakes up on Saturday morning expecting you to be wrapped around him in bed, or at least in bed at all, but you're not. He can hear you singing in the kitchen and he stands up to make his way to you.

When he sees you, you're dancing around the kitchen as you cook breakfast and play your music quietly. He's sure you had the volume lowered with the thought of not wanting it to wake him but you didn't realise your voice would be louder than the song that's playing. But it's okay. He loves waking up to your voice.

He sees you wearing a shirt that just barely covers your behind. He can see your underwear peeking out when you move a certain way. He pushes any lingering thoughts away and moves his gaze back up. You don't seem to notice him standing there as he watches you enjoy yourself.

He can't help the smile that creeps onto his face. Seeing you happy and carefree makes him feel so much joy inside. That's really all he wants for you in life. He just wants you to be happy.

Aaron continues to watch you sing and dance as you make breakfast and when you spin around during your little show that you didn't realise you were giving, you finally see him and your eyes widen as though you've been caught. And you have. He caught you being the adorable love of his life that he keeps falling more and more in love with every single day.

"Aaron! I didn't know you were awake!" You look slightly startled and embarrassed. "I can see that." He chuckles and walks over to you. He wraps his arms around your waist and plants a soft kiss on your lips before pressing his forehead against yours.

"I'm sorry if I woke you up." You blush slightly and he didn't think you could possibly get any more adorable but you found a way. "Don't worry, sweetheart. You didn't. And even if you had, I wouldn't mind. Seeing you dance around and sing is something I'd wake up at any hour to watch." He smiles and kisses you again.

He sees you blush even more and the way you press your face against his to hide it. He laughs a little again and brings his hand up to cradle the back of your head. His lips find your temple to press another small kiss there.

"Oh, honey. Don't be embarrassed. It's cute." His smile only widens as you wrap your arms around him and press your face against him more. He hears a little whine come from you and he chuckles more.

"How about we turn the music up a little more and I'll dance and sing with you, okay? We can worry about breakfast later. I wanna dance with you first." He pulls back a little to look at you and his eyes have a little twinkle in them when he sees your huge grin. He knows how much you love dancing around the kitchen with him and he loves it just as much.

You nod eagerly at him, of course and he steps away briefly to adjust the volume of the song that's playing. Then he takes you in his arms and twirls you around. Laughter and smiles come from both of you as you sing and dance together. He wishes every morning could be this way, but only having it every so often makes it far more special and dear to his heart.