rafecameronssl4t · 3 days ago
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Mind, body, and soul || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader
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Summary: in a rare moment of vulnerability, Rafe voices his need for you and you only.
Warnings: angst galore 😍😍
Word count: 2,371
A/n: guys this acc had me giggling, smiling, and kicking my feet bc I love it when Rafe is so lovestruck by reader and being vulnerable to her and her only.
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As you reverse park your car, the bass-heavy thrum of trap music vibrates so intensely you can feel it reverberating even from your car. Sarah, lounging in the passenger seat with a tipsy grin, shakes her head. “I can already tell I’m going to be horribly hungover tomorrow.” You chuckle, flicking her a sympathetic look as your finger hovers over the button to raise the convertible roof.
“Me too,” you agree with a laugh. But just as you press it, a blinding light floods the car, making both of you instinctively shield your eyes. “What the hell?” you mutter, squinting as you try to make out the source of the glare. Across the parking lot, a truck idles with its high beams aimed right at you. You narrow your eyes, recognising it immediately.
“Is that your brother’s truck?” you ask Sarah, already knowing the answer. She groans. “It is.” With an exaggerated sigh, you roll your eyes and flip him off, watching as he laugh. “Yeah, real funny, dickhead!” you call out, your voice carrying over the pulsing music just as the roof finishes closing.
Shaking your head with an amused grin, you hop out of the car, the cool night air washing over you as you look back to see Rafe, still sitting behind the wheel with that signature smug grin, clearly pleased with his little stunt. “Of course my brother’s here,” Sarah mutters under her breath as she steps out and shuts her door, the headlights casting long shadows across the driveway as you hit the lock button.
You laugh, nudging her with your shoulder. “It’s a party loaded with booze, drugs, and girls—where else would he be? Rafe wouldn’t stray too far from that scene,” you say, a knowing smirk playing at your lips. As you round the car, you throw a pointed glance his way, catching his eye for a brief, charged moment.
His grin widens, like he’s daring you to say something, but you roll your eyes, dismissing him as you turn back toward the house. The heavy beat from inside grows louder with each step, the thumping bass promising a long, wild night ahead. Behind you, you can still feel Rafe’s gaze, lingering with a mix of mischief and something unspoken.
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“Finally, you’re here,” his voice murmurs close to your ear just as his arm slips around your waist, pulling you into him. The familiar warmth of his body and the scent of his cologne makes you melt, and you can’t help but grin as you look up at him. “Miss me that much?” you tease, rising onto your tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his lips, savouring the brief contact.
“Get a room, please,” Sarah mutters, rolling her eyes as she heads off, leaving you both laughing softly. You’re still smiling into the kiss when his hand slides to grip your waist, then dips lower to give your ass a playful squeeze. Biting back a laugh, you take his hand in yours and lead him inside, weaving through the crowd toward the kitchen, where bottles line the counters and red cups litter the island.
Just as you reach for a drink, you hear Rafe’s voice behind you, casual yet somehow authoritative. “Hey, man,” he calls out, extending a hand. You turn in time to see Topper clasp his hand, pulling him in for a quick bro hug, their easy familiarity apparent. Rafe glances over Topper’s shoulder and gives you a subtle wink, a smirk dancing on his lips. You take a slow, steady sip of your drink, trying to ignore the flutter that Rafe’s wink stirs up.
He gives you a curt nod, voice cool as he says your name—“Y/n”—playing it off casually, fully aware that Topper’s watching. Then, as if on cue, Topper drapes his arm over your shoulder, pulling you close. You lean into his touch, holding Rafe’s gaze with a challenging glint as you cock an eyebrow at him, feeling the tension sparking in the space between you. Rafe just smiles, but you can tell by the tightness at the corners of his mouth that he’s bothered, the calm facade masking what you know to be a prick of jealousy.
Leaning in, you press close to Topper, your lips brushing his ear as you murmur, “I’m gonna go find Sarah. I’ll be back.” You punctuate the words with a soft kiss to his jaw, aware of Rafe’s intense gaze on you, reading every movement. With one last glance over your shoulder, you slip away, feeling the weight of Rafe’s stare as you blend into the crowd, a mix of satisfaction and anticipation simmering in your chest.
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“Took you long enough,” Rafe’s voice comes out in a lazy drawl, each word dripping with barely concealed impatience as you shut the door softly behind you. His eyes are locked on you, tracking your every step as you make your way across the room, his posture relaxed, yet there’s a simmering intensity beneath it.
“Yeah, well, I was having my fun,” you say with a playful pout, savoring the way his gaze darkens slightly, jaw tightening as he registers your words. You take your time, letting each step toward him linger, the tension between you building with each inch of distance closed. Rafe’s expression flickers with something unreadable as you stop a couple of feet from him.
“What do you want, Rafe?” you ask, voice soft but steady, holding his gaze with a hint of challenge. His eyes drag slowly over you, a touch possessive. “I don’t get why you’re still with him,” he says, his voice carrying a quiet edge. The statement hangs in the air, daring you to defend it. “Topper?” You shrug casually, though you can see the slight twitch in Rafe’s jaw as you say his name.
“Well, he’s my boyfriend. And…” You pause, watching his reaction, leaning into the charged silence before continuing, “I love him.” Your voice is confident, but you’re aware of how close you are now, of the heat radiating from his body as you step between his legs, close enough to feel the subtle tension in him. Rafe’s pupils dilate, his breathing shallow as he lifts his gaze back to yours, dark and intense.
Slowly, his hand reaches out, resting on the back of your thigh, fingers tightening as he guides you a step closer, his touch firm, sending a shiver through you. The distance between you vanishes, and you bring your hands up to his face, cradling it gently as you tilt his head back, forcing him to look up at you. His usual confidence is flickering, replaced by something raw, vulnerable.
“You don’t mean that,” he whispers, his voice barely audible, laced with a desperate edge. His eyes search yours, seeking the truth, his unspoken desire crackling in the air between you, daring you to deny it. His words hang between you, heavy with something you’re not ready to name, his eyes searching yours with a mix of longing and frustration that makes your heart race.
ou hesitate, fingers brushing over his jaw, feeling the tension in him as he waits for you to say something, anything, that confirms what he so desperately wants to believe. A soft laugh escapes your lips, and you arch an eyebrow at him, letting the weight of his expectation settle for a beat before saying, “I don’t get why you’re acting like this just because I let you go down on me at that party.”
Your voice is teasing, the words edged with a playfulness that you know will only stoke his frustration further. Rafe’s eyes narrow, his jaw tightening as he processes your response. He lets out a short, mirthless laugh, his grip on your thigh tightening just enough for you to feel the heat of his frustration. “You think this is a joke?” he murmurs, voice low, but there’s a vulnerable edge beneath the words.
You let your hands fall from his face, crossing your arms as you look down at him, still standing between his legs. “What am I supposed to think, Rafe? You’re acting like one night means forever.” You raise an eyebrow, challenging him, but the way he’s looking at you—intense, possessive, almost pleading—makes your own resolve waver. Rafe’s gaze sharpens, his frustration giving way to something deeper, more vulnerable.
“You think I just go down on anyone?” he mutters, his voice barely concealing the hurt simmering beneath his irritation. His hand tightens on your thigh, pulling you that much closer as he speaks. “I wouldn’t do that if you didn’t mean something to me, if this didn’t mean something.” You feel his words settle over you, heavier than you expected. His eyes are locked on yours, unflinching, his expression raw and open in a way that catches you off guard.
He’s never looked at you like this, not with this intensity, this strange mix of frustration and honesty that threatens to crack your own defenses. Rafe’s hand slides up to rest on your hip, his thumb brushing against your skin in a way that sends a shiver through you. “That night, it wasn’t just a game for me,” he says softly, voice rough with the weight of the confession. “Don’t pretend it was for you, either.”
You want to say something, anything that will take the edge off the tension thickening between you, but as you look into his eyes, you realize there’s nothing you can say to downplay what happened. The unspoken connection between you is real, and the way he’s holding you now feels dangerously close to a promise. “He’s your best friend, Rafe,” you whisper, your voice softening as you move a strand of his hair away from his forehead.
The gesture feels intimate, yet the weight of your words hangs heavy in the air, a reminder of the precarious line you’re both walking. Rafe shifts slightly, moving his head aside, the warmth of your touch lingering as your finger hovers just above his skin, caught between wanting to reach out and the realization of the boundary you’re skirting. After a moment’s pause, you let your hand fall back down beside you, the distance between you feeling impossibly charged.
“Yeah, and I don’t care about him,” he replies, his voice low but steady, an edge of defiance creeping in. “What matters is how I feel about you.” There’s a moment where his expression flickers—vulnerability giving way to defensiveness. Your heart races at his admission, the honesty in his tone sending a thrill through you. “So you think that just because we had one moment, I should throw everything away?” you challenge, your voice firm, yet tinged with uncertainty.
Rafe’s expression hardens, but there’s a flicker of vulnerability beneath the surface. “You make it sound like I should care about Topper,” he says, the annoyance creeping into his voice. “I don’t. All I care about is you.” The weight of his words hangs in the air, thick with tension. You take a breath, feeling the gravity of what he’s saying. “But it’s not that simple, Rafe. You can’t just ignore everything else.”
“Why not?” he replies, leaning in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper, filled with intensity. “Why can’t I want you? Why can’t I want more than what we’ve settled for?” Your pulse quickens, caught between his gaze and the truth of your own feelings. Rafe’s intensity is captivating, and as he searches your eyes for answers, you realise that the boundaries you thought you had are blurring, the desire between you too strong to deny.
“Because you can’t have me,” you whisper, your voice barely audible, but the words land with a finality that makes his jaw tense. Your hands lift to cradle his face, fingertips brushing against his skin as if trying to commit every line and angle to memory. Your gaze flickers to his lips, the urge to close the distance almost overpowering.
Rafe’s eyes darken, his breath hitching as he studies your face, searching for any trace of doubt. “Says who?” he murmurs, leaning into your touch, his hands coming up to rest gently over yours. He’s holding you there, grounding himself in this moment as though refusing to let it slip away. You swallow, feeling the intensity radiate off him. “Says the part of me that knows you don’t always get what you want.”
The words feel heavy, but there’s a tremor in your voice that betrays your resolve. Even as you speak, your thumb unconsciously traces the curve of his cheek, lingering with a tenderness that contradicts the distance you’re trying to impose. Rafe’s gaze drops to your mouth, a flicker of longing crossing his face. “That’s where you’re wrong,” he whispers, his voice rough and unsteady, his eyes meeting yours with a determination that makes your heart race.
“I can’t help wanting you. Mind, body, and soul,” he murmurs, the words heavy with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. His voice is low, almost reverent, and as he leans in, his lips hover just inches from yours. His breath fans over your skin, warm and inviting, the space between you crackling with electricity.
His hands slide down, settling possessively on your waist, fingers pressing into you as though anchoring himself in this moment. He pulls you in closer, his gaze locked on yours with a raw vulnerability that you’ve rarely seen. “And I think you want this too,” he breathes, his voice barely above a whisper, eyes searching your face for any hint of hesitation.
You feel your resolve wavering, the intensity in his words and the weight of his touch making it impossible to ignore the desire building between you. There’s a pause, a beat of silence where the world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you, caught in this fragile, electric moment. You feel the pull, the undeniable truth in his words.
Your fingers tighten slightly against his skin, and you lean in just enough to brush your lips over his, tentative, testing, but unable to hold back. It’s a whisper of a kiss, a surrender, and as his grip on you tightens, you know there’s no turning back.
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waves-against-a-cliff · 3 days ago
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Simon was big in all aspects. With his height and the way he was built like a brick shit house it wasn't that big of a leap in logic to presume he was also equipped with a proportionally sized cock as well.
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Your gag reflex was awful. You told Simon that before the first time you went down on him. He always fought against you blowing him, always turning it around on you and making you see stars with his tongue. But you really wanted to take him in your mouth, practically begged for it.
He doubted you when you said your gag reflex was bad, surely it couldn't be that horrible? He soothed you, saying you can have complete control the entire time so he wouldn't end up making you throw up.
He was proven terribly wrong.
You gagged hard when his tip touched the back of your tongue, pulling away to keep yourself from throwing up on his cock. That would've been even more embarrassing.
Simon held your face in his large hands, wiping any stray tears that had formed from gagging. He said it wasn't that big of a deal, he preferred going down on you more anyways.
But it wasn't just that you wanted to give him pleasure, you also wanted to blow him. You couldn't deny the thought of sucking on Simon's cock made a wet patch form on your panties. You explained this to him and he went quiet for a moment before he kissed your forehead and proceeded to fuck you into the mattress, wringing as many orgasms as he could out of you before he came as well.
"Fuck lovie-" he choked out as your pussy spasmed around him. Your entire body was trapped underneath his weight, you couldn't move. You could only lay there as your orgasm launched your mind into orbit.
"You wanna suck my cock sweetheart?" He asked and you dumbly nodded, fists clenched above your head where one of his hands kept them pinned. He groaned at your wordless response and his pace faltered a little.
"You drive me insane," he gritted out as his grip on your wrists tightened a little, "I don't fuckin' deserve you," unable to respond you hoped your whine of protest was enough to argue back that he did.
" 'm Gonna help you," he muttered as he kept battering his cock into your weeping cunt as another orgasm built up.
"I'll get some help in training that pretty throat to take my cock-" your eyes widened, "I know just the man for the job." He said as he spilled into you as your back tried to arch against the bed, hardly able to move as he pressed his full body weight down on you.
After you had fallen asleep, mind too mushy to ask who exactly he had referred to, he had typed up the message. "Wanna help train my birds throat Johnny?"
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ariascoven · 21 hours ago
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⟡ COZY & SPOOKY | A. HARKNESS
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PAIRING :: agatha harkness x reader
CONTENT / WARNINGS :: established relationship, agatha is reader’s wife. domestic & fluff. soft agatha. gender neutral reader. petnames (dear, honey, love & cinnamon). agatha is weird and doesn't like hocus pocus — movie of the century 🤷‍♀️
WORD COUNT :: 2k
A/N :: happy halloween, witches <3 just a bit of soft wife agatha for the soul. also, i never meant for it to be this long, jesus christ. sorry? or you're welcome. i don't really like this, i dunno
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The soft rain poured outside and you watched as the raindrops raced their way down the kitchen window’s glass. You could hear the sound of your wife and son playing and laughing together in the next room, a soft smile playing on your lips as you finished making hot chocolate for your Halloween movie night, adding cream to Nichola’s cup and cinnamon to Agatha’s, just the way they liked it. “Honey, could you come help me carry the food?” You call out, your head poking out of the kitchen door. You watch as your wife nods, planting a quick kiss on your child’s forehead and ascending from the couch. She gives you a quick peck on the lips as she slips into the kitchen, grabbing the popcorn and the chips. “You're not going to make me watch that ridiculous excuse of a witch movie, are you, dear?” She raises an eyebrow at you, her tone a mixture of annoyance and affection.
Your hands move to your hips, mouth hanging open in the purest form of offense. “If you're talking about Hocus Pocus, yes, I will. And it is not ridiculous! It's a Halloween classic that made history. Be more respectful.” She laughs with amusement at your words, shaking her head. You're pouting, bottom lip sticking out in a childish manner. She uses it to her advantage, tugging it between her teeth playfully and making you gasp. “I’ve never seen you defend your own wife the way you defend that movie. But fine, just because Nicky likes it. But just so you know-!” You sigh, carrying the hot chocolate and marshmallows to the living room and ignoring your witchy wife blabbering about how Hocus Pocus is a terrible stereotype of witches and that they do not use brooms — even though you know she used to, centuries ago. You give Nicholas a hug as you sit down, pulling him onto your lap and ruffling his hair. “Ready for movie night, baby?” You ask softly. He nods enthusiastically and you smile at his happiness.
“Hey, that's my spot!” Agatha’s voice invades the room as she walks in, offense etched into her features as she refers to your lap. Nicholas laughs and his tongue sticks out of his mouth as he hugs you tightly in order to make Agatha jealous. “Oh, young man, you don't want to see me mad!” She says playfully, organizing the food on the small table in front of the TV and dragging it closer to the couch so Nicholas could reach it with more ease. The two of you spent the entire morning decorating the whole house while Nicholas was asleep; fairy lights everywhere, paper bats glued onto the walls, a few skeletons around the rooms and small witch hats here and there — definitely your idea, Agatha hated them. Your wife would never reveal the upsetting truth about the disappearance of maybe two or three of the miniature hats; she got rid of them, muttering something about ‘ridiculous stereotypes’ before throwing them in the trash and covering it with an empty package of whatever snack she found.
Agatha plops down onto the couch next to you with a contented sigh, her arm snaking around your shoulders as she gives you a sweet kiss on the forehead, then on Nicky‘s. She rubs your arm covered by your pumpkin sweater and nuzzles your neck, inhaling your scent before pulling back, snatching the remote from the armrest and turning on the TV. “I’m assuming we're watching Pocus Hocus.” She nagged, her voice dripping with sarcasm and disdain, saying the wrong movie title on purpose to piss you off. It works, she notices, when she whips her head to the side and finds you with narrowed eyes. You hear your child giggle on your lap, shaking his head exaggeratedly. “No, mama! It's Hocus Pocus! Not Pocus Hocus!”
With a smile, you watch your wife feigning offense and confusion, a hand flying to her chest dramatically. “What? Are you playing tricks on me, young man? It's obviously Pocus Hocus!” You blink in surprise at how quickly Agatha snatched little Nicholas from your lap, laying him down on the couch and tickling his most sensitive spots, causing the child to kick and wave his arms around in a failed attempt to stop his mother’s actions. The sound of laughter fills the room, your heart swelling with love towards your little family. You take the opportunity to press play on the movie and adjust the volume, your own legs bouncing with excitement — even though you watch this movie every October 31st. You hear an excited gasp escape Nicholas’ lips as he hears the movie starting, breaking free from the witch’s cruel torture. He rests his head on your lap, his legs comfortably resting on top of Agatha’s. A smile tugs at the corner of your wife’s mouth as she reaches over to caress your son’s wild curls, pooling around his head like a halo. “Little angel.” She mutters, not loud enough for him to hear, curious eyes glued onto the image on the television.
Without a word, your head falls to the side, resting on Agatha’s shoulder, soft hair grazing against her cheek. The three of you spend the entirety of the movie in the same position, occasionally reaching over to grab something from the snack table that you prepared with much love. Nicholas laughs as he throws a popcorn inside of Agatha’s mouth, cheering when she catches it with perfection, pretending to wave and blow kisses towards the non-existing audience. You feel lucky. Lucky that you found the woman of your dreams, terribly lucky that she chose you. In a world where she could choose to build a family with a powerful witch like her, she chose you instead; the awkward neighbor next door with big, curious eyes that kept stealing adoring glances towards her. The only person who never judged her after discovering she was a witch or the things she has done in the past. The person that made her feel at home.
After a quick bathroom break, you start up a second Halloween movie. You would be lying if you said you paid attention to the name or even to whatever was happening in the story, head tipping forward as you fought against the sleep that threatened to wash over you. It seems you lost the battle, being awakened by Agatha’s voice against your ear, her hands gently shaking you. “Honey, Nicky fell asleep. I’ll get him to bed, you stay right here, alright?” She mumbles quietly getting up from the couch. You feel the weight being lifted from your lap as she picks up your son’s sleeping form, cradling him lovingly in her arms. You rub your tired eyes with the back of your hand as a yawn leaves your lips while you wait for her to come back, legs being lazily thrown over the couch’s armrest. Your eyes flutter close once more, feeling yourself falling asleep again. Until you feel something poking your cheek, turning your head to glance at Agatha standing over you. She smiles and pinches your cheek. “Sleeping Beauty #1 is tucked in. Now, come here, it's time for Sleeping Beauty #2.”
You let out a whine as you feel yourself being lifted from the couch by her strong arms, your own wrapping around her neck as you nuzzle against it and shower the warm skin with kisses. She chuckles, making her way upstairs carrying you like it's nothing. She kicks the bedroom door open and slips inside, repeating the gesture to shut it closed. You whine when you notice she ignores the existence of your cozy, perfect bed, going towards the bathroom instead. “Nuh uh, no complaining. Let's get you a bath, okay? Then you can sleep.” An annoyed grunt leaves your mouth, but you don't say anything, allowing her to sit you down on top of the toilet seat. With heavy eyes, you watch as she gets the water started, humming a song that you're sure she just made up. Like a child, you put your arms up, delicate hands slipping your sweater off. She tugs at the waistband of your pants and you lift your hips, a pout lingering on your lips at how carefully she undresses you. She keeps a hand on your lower back as you get into the bathtub filled with bubbles to ensure you don't slip.
The water splashes as you kick your feet like a child would, a sigh escaping your lips. Agatha sits down on the edge of the bathtub, hands massaging your shoulders. You groan, feeling your body relax under your lover’s skilled touch. “If I wasn't so tired, I'd ask you to wash my hair. Your hands are so damn good.” You breathed out, eyes narrowing at the teasing chuckle that immediately leaves Agatha’s lips. “Pervert.” “I didn't say a thing.” She quickly responds to your insult, putting her hands up defensively. A comfortable silence washes over the bathroom as she keeps massaging your shoulders and neck. As you yawn exaggeratedly, she dips a finger into the water, noting the temperature is turning cold. “We should get you to bed now, love.” No matter how long you've been together, whenever she spoke in that soft tone of hers you simply melted. And she melted too, a soft smile playing on her lips as she notices your adoring gaze.
Quickly getting you out of the tub, she sits you down onto the toilet seat once more to dry you with her purple towel. “Is this gonna make me smell like you?” You question cheekily with a raised brow. She chuckles lightly, planting a kiss on your cheek. “It might. Is that good or bad?” Instructing you to put your arms up, she dresses you with care; in her clothes, of course. You look down at yourself, your body now protected from the cold air by Agatha’s long, black pajamas. “Good.” You mutter as you wiggle your feet after she finishes putting on the pair of white socks. “You know I have my own clothes, right?” You tease. Your yelp is loud as she throws you over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes, your hands clumsily reaching to grip the back of her shirt. She throws you onto the bed, making you frown playfully. “But you look so much better in mine.”
You turn on your side, curling up. Agatha throws the covers on top of you, kissing your nose. You hear the brunette walking into the bathroom, assuming she's changing into more comfortable clothes. Eyebrows furrow when you notice she's brushing her teeth. Reluctantly slipping out of the warm bed, you sauntered to the bathroom, standing next to your wife and grabbing your own toothbrush. She watches with a raised brow. “Need to brush my teeth too, or else they are gonna get all gross and you won't love me anymore.” She looks amused at your words, an arm wrapping around you as you brush your teeth together. “You could have stayed in bed, dear. I’d just wake you up by shoving toothpaste and a brush in your face first thing in the morning.” She whines when you nudge her with your elbow painfully.
When you're done, you leave Agatha behind and rush to the comfort of your bed, jumping on it like a child and giggling. “Be careful.” You hear her say, glancing back to find her leaning against the doorframe while drying her hands. Turning your back to her with a huff, you miss the way she shakes her head in amusement and throws the hand towel on top of the sink — which would definitely earn her a scolding in the morning. She shuffles into bed behind you, hugging you and kissing your neck a few times. You hum in contentment, pushing back against her. “Goodnight, cinnamon. I love you.” She speaks against your ear, making you shiver. Cinnamon. That's a new one, you think. You barely have time to mutter a response before drifting off to sleep, melting into her arms.
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webdollzz · 2 days ago
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Birthday girl ᯓᡣ𐭩
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a/n: in light of my girls birthday…thought i’d write this. @scoobywrites690, happy birthday mama. i hope you had the best day ever (and this makes it that little bit better)
warnings: SEX! BIRFDAY SEXXX. mixes up between rough n soft. oral (f rec), mating press?? ish? multiple orgasms,
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Simon did anything he could to make sure he would be back just in time for your birthday. Sure, being in the military, you didn’t have much — or any at all — control over when you got to go home, but he still tried.
And thankfully, he did manage to.
On the day of your birthday, infact. Best gift ever, right?
You were still out, likely with friends or something along those lines, so it meant he had the house to himself for an unknown amount of time, so he had to do the best with what he can.
He ran to the nearby hobby store, where he knew there would be banners, balloons, all the birthday decorations.
One hand taping banners to the wall, mouth occupied blowing up a balloon and his other hand holding it so it didn’t just fly out his mouth.
He was trying his hardest to get it all done before you came back.
When you entered the house, bag draped over your shoulders, you let out a sigh of relief at finally being able to just collapse and watch a movie until you fell asleep.
You kicked off your shoes, throwing them somewhat towards the direction of the shoe case.
You wished Simon was here, it’d make everything so much easier for you. You understood his job wasn’t necessarily the easiest to get away from, anything but infact, but you could still wish you had your husband with you.
Switching on the lights, a loud gasp ripped from your throat at the sight of a tall, brooding man stood in the middle of your living room.
When you realised it was your tall, brooding man stood in the middle of your living room, with a dorky smile and a balloon is hands — you could swear you wanted to scream.
Wordlessly, you let the bag drop from your shoulders, nose scrunching as tears filled your eyes. You shuffled towards him, falling into his chest head first and wrapping your arms tightly around him.
He reciprocated — of course — his arms going around your waist tightly and practically lifting you off your feet.
“I thought you weren’t going to make it,” You whispered into his chest, sniffling away your tears. You told yourself you wouldn’t cry this year.
“I’d never miss my wife’s birthday.” He kissed the crown of your head, peppering more all over your forehead before reaching your cheek.
“C’mon,” He tugged you away from him, having to begrudgingly separate you two like velcro. “There’s more.”
He pulled you along, walking past all the banners and balloons, being led to the bedroom.
Rose petals led the way, his warm hand enveloping yours; and you gripped him just that little bit tighter.
There was candles lit, the ceiling light off so they were the only thing illuminating the bed, which was covered in various things.
More rose petals, some bath salts, bubbles, a large teddy bear (which won’t fit anywhere in your already cluttered, hoarder house), a few pieces of jewellery, some chocolate and fluffy socks. ‘Cause who doesn’t love fluffy socks?
You sniffled again, looking at all the presents he managed to get you in the maybe four hour span you weren’t home and he was.
“I know s’ not a lot, I didn’t know how long you were going to be.” He mumbled, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly as he stared at what he classes as a sad display.
You grabbed him by the shirt, tugging him down to your level a little, watching his eyes flick away from the bed to you.
“Shut the fuck up and kiss me.”
Well, who is he to deny that?
He smiled before his head tilted down the rest of the way down, lips brushing hours before they locked in a kiss. A kiss filled with passion, longing, and need.
It had been so long since you had kissed Simon, that you almost had forgotten the pressure of his kiss entirely.
It started slow, sensual, soft. His hands drifting from your waist to your cheeks, thumb slowly stroking them. Your hands went from his chest to the back of his neck, tugging him closer and deepening the kiss.
The kiss went from slow and sensual to fast and needy, very quickly. He took a step forward, and you backed up until your knees hit the bed; not breaking the kiss.
He went to push you back against the bed, but got interrupted by your little wince of being poked in the back with a bottle of bubble bath.
He grumbled, taking the objects off one by one and putting them on the dresser, walking backing forth and making you laugh at him.
You pushed all the remaining stuff off the bed, hopping onto it and leaning back on your elbows, legs spread invitingly.
He smirked, approaching slowly and moving to kneel between your legs.
“Where do you want me, my love?” He asked, peppering kisses along your cheek before they drifted down to your neck.
You grabbed his wrist, slowly guiding his hand to your jean clad cunt, making a slow smirk form on his lips that you could feel against your skin.
“Can’t say no to the birthday girl, can I?” He practically purred against your skin before his hands fumbled at your jean buttons, tugging them down your thighs before he threw them to the floor.
Upon seeing the already forming wet patch on your panties, he let out a low laugh as his thumb ran over your sensitive clit through your panties.
“So wet already ‘n’ we ain’t even started.” He teased, dripping his head down to begin kissing your neck again.
“Shut up and just fuck me, ‘kay?” You hissed through gritted teeth, hand going to the back of his head to keep him where he is.
He hummed slowly, fingers tugging your panties down your legs and dismissing them else where, pushing your legs open wide before leaning back — getting a nice, long look at you.
“So fuckin’ perfect.” He groaned, hands sliding up your body and going to the hem of your shirt, pulling that off and throwing it, leaving you completely exposed to the cool air of your bedroom.
You shivered, before bucking your hips closer to him to try and find friction, letting a soft — almost pained — whimper leave your lips.
“Please.” Was all it took from you, and he was sliding between your legs until he was led on his chest.
Usually, he’d have you beg way more than that, but since it’s your birthday, he figured you can have it easy just this once.
“M’ getting to it, baby.” He said through his kisses he scattered along your inner thighs, big, strong arms wrapping around them to keep them spread open for him.
“Si..” You cried, head falling back against the pillow as you began getting impatient, hips attempting to shuffle towards him so he’d just fucking get there faster.
But unfortunately, his burly tatted arms kept you from doing such.
He ignored your pleas, continuing his kisses and occasional nibbles as he made his way closer and closer to your wet cunt, watching the way you tried to squirm and the way you clenched around nothing.
Keeping his eyes on you, he flattened his tongue and ran it up the length of your pussy, from your needy hole to your sensitive clit, causing you to let out a harsh gasp and a hand fly to his hair, tugging on it.
He wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking gently and making your noises grow louder and more frequent, pulling him closer and putting your thighs around his head.
“Fuck, Si. Don’t stop.” You cried, heavy breathing and loud moans falling from your pretty lips as two fingers prodded at your entrance, the intrusion making you hiss softly before it heightened your pleasure — the same reaction you always had.
He watched you intently, slowly guiding his fingers in and out of you as his mouth lapped and sucked at your clit, groaning when you’d tug on his hair a little bit harder.
You lifted your head, eyes half lidded as you looked down to see him already staring at you, hips slightly grinding against the mattress below you.
The sight had the knot in your stomach twisting tighter, brows furrowing as your thighs began shaking.
“Si — Simon, m’ gonna cum, m’ gonna cum.” You whisper-chanted at him, and he just continued the same movements, not changing the rhythm of his fingers as they curled inside you, feeling your warm walls flutter as you grew closer and closer.
He pulled away, gently leaning his head on your inner thigh as he stared at you like a love sick puppy, hips humping at the mattress. Like a bitch in heat.
“It’s okay, love. Cum f’me, c’mon.” He cooed, giving you a little nod before his head dipped back down and lapped at you like a man starved.
If it wasn’t for the hot heat of pleasure rushing through your entire body and mind, the wet sound of him pumping his fingers in and out of you, and his mouth sucking at your sensitive cunt would’ve normally felt you embarrassed.
But you were too occupied to be insecure right now.
“Fuck, fuck. M’ cumming, m’ cumming!” You gasped, back arching off the bed as your orgasm crashed over you in harsh and hot waves, a long drawn out moan leaving your throat.
He nearly came in his boxers from the sight of you cumming alone, his eyes fluttering gently as they never strayed away from you.
Your body finally relaxed against the bed and his movements slowed to a stop, before he pulled away and kissed your pussy, then your stomach, chest, neck, jaw, and finally: lips.
You sighed softly at the taste of yourself against his tongue as he kissed you, his hands going to his trousers to pull at them until they were off him and on the floor instead — boxers following suit rather quickly.
Using your slick left on his fingers, he jerked himself off just a little before lining himself up with your entrance, breaking the kiss to watch.
His large hands hooked underneath your weak, trembling thighs, pushing them to your chest as you let out another sigh, head falling back and eyes closing as you felt his tip nudging against your clit.
He pushed himself in slowly, both of you letting out a low moan as he did so, sliding in with ease until he was buried to the hilt, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as he forced himself to not cum.
He wanted at least one more out of you before he did.
“Move — please, move. I need it.” You coaxed him, hands fumbling with the bottom sheets as you tried to push yourself into him further.
“Mhm, I am, I am.” He whispered softly, voice comforting as he hooked your legs over his shoulders, ankles now dangling by his head.
His arm wrapped around your thighs, forcing them flat against his front as his other arm was supporting his body weight so he didn’t completely crush you.
He began slowly thrusting into you, easing you in as he was on deployment for a while and he knows your stupid toys don’t do it like he does.
He watched where you were connected, admiring the way your cunt so eagerly took him and swallowed him whole, triggering him to let out a low growl and begin increasing the intensity of his thrusts.
You mewled; hands clawing at whatever skin of his was available, incoherent babbles of whatever he can assume is his name falling from your lips along with loud moans.
He leant down, bringing some of his large weight down against you as he pounded your cunt like he wouldn’t be able to again, wrapping your legs around his waist so he could watch your pretty face contort in pleasure.
He reached his hand out to hold your cheek, leaning down to kiss you gently, contrasting his harsh and fast thrusts.
He felt your cunt flutter around him once more, and he smiled against your lips before pulling back, tucking hair behind your ear.
“You gonna cum again, sweetheart?” He asked you, watching the way your head nodded quickly and your hands reached out to paw at his chest.
“Mhm, mh— m’ gonna cum, fuck. I missed you, missed you so much.” You cried, tears welling up in your eyes as the ache in your lower abdomen grew and grew at a quick pace; jaw falling and lips forming a little o.
He smirked, holding your face and admiring you like he wasn’t ruining your pretty little pussy.
“I know, I know. I missed y’too, baby. Cum f’me, c’mon. Show me how much you missed me.” He groaned, feeling his own orgasm threaten to hit him at any second, and he just had to hope you came first.
And you did.
You let out a loud cry, mixed with a gasp as your legs locked around his waist. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, back arching so much that you were hardly even led on the bed anymore.
He felt your orgasm coat his entire cock, triggering his own as his thrusts grew sloppier, before he completely buried himself as far into your cunt he could and filled you up until you were practically dripping.
You both came down from your highs, panting heavily as he collapsed (but left his weight off you mainly) ontop of you, burying his face into your neck.
Your eyes closed briefly, before they snapped open at the feeling of his thrusts beginning again.
Looking at your face, he let out a low laugh.
“What, did you think your gift was over?”
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featherandferns · 2 days ago
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I saw this trend on tiktok and immediately thought of fem!reader x jj | content warnings: none
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There's nothing like doom scrolling on TikTok on a Sunday morning. Thank God for Cleo and her wonderful handy-woman skills; the wifi in the house had never been faster. The bedsheets smell like lavender and blossoms from the latest batch of laundry detergent Kiara bought. The smells comforts you as you stare mindlessly at your screen, your thumb swiping through the TikToks of strangers across the planet. Slime scooping; sourdough bread baking; outfit checking; an Office compilation of the best Jim moments. Then, just as you're about to pretend like you're going to do something productive on your day-off from working the tackle-and-bait shop on the pier, a TikTok flashes up that has you moving.
Your phone now ditched on the bed, you wander through what was formerly JJ's father's house in search of your boyfriend. He's were you seemingly left him like misplaced housekeys; leant against the counter in the kitchen, immersed in his phone just as you were moments ago. You suppose all you Pogues had learnt to enjoy the mundane joys of modern living now that you weren't running from life hazard to life hazard. Simple living allowed simple pleasures, like Instagram Reels.
Somehow holding back your eagerness, you casually wander into the kitchen. At the sound of soft footsteps on the wooden floors, JJ looks up. He smiles at you before looking back down at his screen.
"Sup," he murmurs.
"Got bored," you reply, referring to your previous bed-rot state of being.
"Think Kie and Sarah are out in the garden," he offers.
You take a few steps towards him until you're stood toe-to-toe. Your proximity seems to catch JJ's attention (finally) and he shuts off his phone, meeting your gaze.
"I can think of some other ways to be entertained," you slyly reply.
JJ's lips twitch at the corners. Phone now in his pocket, the two of you follow the same path of thought as you loop your arms over his shoulders, crowding into his space. His hands fall to your waist; warm and heavy as they cradle your figure. Your lips find one another easy and you smile into the kiss, just as JJ does. And then comes your detour.
Your hands snake inconspicuously down his body in the same way your antsy fingers explore whenever the two of you are together. JJ deepens the kiss, nipping teasingly at your lower lip, and it takes everything inside of you to hold back your grin.
Just as you planned...
Mustering every morsel of strength in your body, engaging every muscle to ever exist in your flesh, your hands suddenly slip around the back of JJ's thighs.
"What're you doi-"
You quickly grab and lift and, somehow perfectly, hitch your six-foot boyfriend up and onto the kitchen counter.
The kiss is broken as you do so and you open your eyes to find a bemused, or perhaps bewildered, JJ looking down at you. It's hilarious seeing him from this angle: perched daintily on the edge of the counter in the way that he'd manhandled you there so many times before. He cocks his head.
"What just happened?" JJ asks.
You crack up and JJ starts to laugh too, though it's sprinkled with confusion, maybe reluctant to find the humour of a joke he's not yet in on. One of his hand caresses down from your shoulder to your hand, reeling you in closer, in between his legs.
"You don't feel emasculated?" you wonder, intertwining your fingers. JJ shrugs.
"Why would I?"
You cock a brow and regard him a moment. "You don't know what that word means, do you?"
"Not one bit."
As you continue to laugh, JJ cups your jaw and pulls you up onto your toes. He silences your laughter with his mouth on yours. It's hot and heavy and somewhere in the delectable dance of tongues and teeth, he lowly yet playfully remarks:
"Thought I was the one who got to throw you around, huh? You coming for my job now or something? Gonna go for the boat next too?"
"Don't tempt me," you murmur back against his lips.
The two of you kiss and it isn't until your hand is rubbing seductively at his thigh that JJ is pushing you away, gentle but firm.
"Yeah, nah, this is weird," he says. You laugh as he jumps down from the countertop.
A screech slips out, however, as he takes you by surprise. In a matter of moments, you're sat where JJ once was, staring down at your boyfriend. He grins, wasting no time in resuming the make-out.
But not before mumbling, "that's more like it."
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sunset-curve-fantom · 2 days ago
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Oklahoma Skies- Tyler Owens x Reader
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Let me know what you guys think! I am slowly getting back into writing.
WARNING; SMUT 18+
The wind stood still, as you leaned against your front porch. The sunset haze makes the sky the most beautiful shades of orange and pink. The air light and leaves softly blowing in the wind. Tornado season was something you loved yet feared.  
Terrified, the storms would hit you, but also bring the most beautiful skies after something so violent. 
A warm arm swooped around your waist, tugging you close. A small smile graced your features as you leaned onto your boyfriend’s chest. The tornado wrangler himself, Tyler Owens. He chased the beauty in the storms, and you chased the sunsets following.  
But this tornado season was wicked, full of untamed storms taking out multiple towns throughout Oklahoma. The damage was astounding. Which also meant Tyler was away for longer periods, chasing them. 
“Where’s your mind? I can see it racing” he murmured into your ear, pressing a soft kiss under your ear.  
One thing about this man was he could always see your mood, whether he was next to you or hundreds of miles away. He was fully entuned with what was bothering you at any time. He could read you the way he reads his storms.  
“Just watching the sky. Have a feeling a storm is coming in” you said softly. You may not be a tornado wrangler yourself, but you were born and raised in Oklahoma. The changes in the weather were something you had come to read easily.  
He chuckled under his breath. “I love when you get those feelings, Crazy Girl” 
The nickname made a soft blush erupt on your face. He termed you that last year when a tornado was coming into town, and you proceeded to chase a cat to save them instead of taking cover. Tyler had to chase you, and the cat, holding you both against him as he hauled you to the storm shelter.  
It was the first time he realized that you feared storms, but also wanted to save everything in its path. Your home, your friends, your family were the priority even when something so destructive was heading towards you. 
His phone vibrated; he brought the screen into view of the both of you.  
“Tornado is a brewing; Cells forming in the south” the text message read from Boone.  
You softly groaned knowing that the time Tyler was home, now was coming to an end. You knew storm chasing was his life, but sometimes you just wanted to hold him close to your heart and never let him go.  
He kissed the back of your head softly, “Gotta grab my things, Crazy Girl”  
You nodded knowing that you had chosen this crazy life with him, but also felt with such worry every time he left the house following a storm. But nonetheless, you had the same routine every time he left. 
Pulling open the screen door, you grabbed his go bag. It was his holy grail, and had everything extra in this world he may need. Including underwear, because in your words “If I was in a tornado, I might actively shit myself”.  
He sighed, changing into his cowboy boots. Throwing on his hat, getting ready to load into the truck. 
Stepping out onto the porch, he followed you. He pulled you close, pressing a soft kiss to your hair. You clung to him with such love and force. This was the hardest part of any season, willingly letting him walk into storms and away from you. 
“You stay safe, I love you too much” you murmured into his shoulder. Tears pricked your eyes knowing he was heading into the craziness of a storm.  
He just chuckled, smiling down at you. You knew he was always safe, that he would always find his way back to you. But storms are ever changing, you never know what might happen when he is chasing. 
“I am always safe you know that. I promise I will come back to you.” he said, pressing a kiss hard to your lips. Taking in the moment like it was the last one he would ever experience.  
He picked up his go bag, stepping off the porch. “I love you Crazy Girl” 
Winds began picking up faster, the sky beginning to darken, taking away the most beautiful sunrise. The rain began falling, thunder echoing through the sky with lightning streaking the sky. 
Rain began to soak Tyler's white shirt as he walked away from you. You could start to see his tanned skin through the wet material. 
The way his shirt was clinging to him, made you weak in the knees. You wanted nothing more than to follow him and drag him back to bed with you.  
Ripping his soaked white tee from his chiseled muscles. You were pulled from your fantasy by the blaring of the tornado warning. The storm must have shifted, it was coming towards town.  
Your feet carried you off the porch as the panic began to set in, quickly finding your voice, "Tyler"  
He whipped around, his features watching the fear on your face as he quickly made his way towards you. He grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the storm shelter.  
You both caught a view of the horizon; you could see the dark, swirling line of clouds coming your way. A sense of unease filled the pits of your stomach as Tyler pulled you faster behind him. 
You knew the signs; you knew this storm was going to be absolutely vicious seeing how fast it changed directions and grew in the sky. 
Panic rose in your chest as he pulled open the storm shelter, rushing you inside with ease. “It’s okay Crazy Girl, just breathe” he murmured as he locked the door behind you.  
The wind was whipping outside at no mercy, you knew this storm was going to be something different for you both. It came to you, instead of Tyler chasing it miles away.  
You were drawn from your thoughts with Tyler pulling you gently down onto the mattress with him. He knew you were terrified; he knew the panic you were feeling. 
The glint in his eyes when you looked at him brought you comfort, knowing that he was going to protect you no matter where this storm took you.  
“Hi crazy girl” he murmured catching your lips softly, his warm hand finding its way into your hair, gently pulling.  
A soft moan escaped your lips, knowing he was trying to clear your mind. This was his go to move whenever a storm headed your way.  
Being tangled up with him always made the storm disappear in your mind.  
That’s how the mattress ended up in the storm shelter in the first place.  
Your hands found their way to the brim of his hat, carefully pulling it off his head. Hands finding their way to his hair.  
Lips breaking apart, he slowly started nipping at your earlobe, placing soft kisses to your neck finding your sweet spot.  
Softly sucking, a moan escaped your lips. You felt him smile against your skin.  
His hands trailed along your hips, finding their way to the hem of your shirt pulling it over your head.  
Clothes fell from both of you, as your hands explored each other. Your exposed skin drawing each other in.  
Lust filling your senses as you pushed him down softly, taking his hardened length in your hand.  
“You gonna ride me crazy girl?” he said, his grip on you hard as he pulled you in his lap. His length rubbing against your wet cunt.  
You smirked, bringing your lips to his. Kissing him hungrily as you grinded your hips into him. The pressure from his hardened cock, making you desperate for him to be deep inside of you.  
Breaking the kiss, you grabbed his cock slowly lowering yourself onto him. Your eyes rolling back as his large girth stretched you out.  
“Fuck baby” he hissed, grabbing hard onto your hips slamming the rest of the way into you. A hard moan escaping your lips.  
The sounds of slapping skin filled the shelter loudly, blocking out any remaining sounds of the storm. “You’re taking me so good, so deep inside of you” 
“Fuck me” you moaned throwing your head back as he abused your cunt. The rough thrusts reaching every crevice you could ever imagine. Your tight cunt throbbing around him with every thrust he delivered.  
His hands found your waist again, flipping you over so he could slam into you once more. Your eyes fell shut as he slammed into your cervix, moans falling off your lips echoing through the room.  
The pace unrelenting, he continued to fuck you hard and deep as you were coming unraveled below him.  
“S So B-Big" you moaned, nails scratching against his exposed back as your felt the fireworks building in your stomach.  
“You’re close, I can feel you” he moaned, his grip continuing to tighten around your exposed skin pulling you against him.  
A smirk crossed your features, as his catchphrase came to mind, “If you feel it, chase it” you moaned against his lips.  
A smile crossed his face, as his pace picked up once more and his hand finding your clit. Your entire body began to shake, your orgasm overtaking you as you tightened around his length.  
Tyler moaned loudly, the warmth of his seed filling you. The both of you seeing stars from your overwhelming orgasm.  
He pulled you close to him as he settled next to you, “I’ll protect you no matter the storm” he murmured softly as sleep overcame your senses.  
And for once, the panic didn’t rise in your chest. You felt peace among the tornadoes.  
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ccthelee · 2 days ago
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little bit addicted
kathryn hahn / aubrey plaza / fem!reader chapter 7 | wc: 6.3k contents & warnings: nsfw, tickling fic, discussion of insecurity, oral sex, brief genital tickling, thigh tickling, pet names
previous chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
Kathryn isn't in bed when you wake up and it feels lonely and cold until you pad sleepily into the bathroom and find the sticky note stuck to the massive vanity mirror.
[Y/N] -
Meetings all day, fitting for tomorrow is at 6 today, call me when you see this
K
You pluck it down and purse your lips thoughtfully. You have no intention of lurking around her house all day after she's trusted you to let yourself out, but it does thrill you a little bit to be alone in her space. The loneliness is replaced with a distinct, warm feeling of belonging. You drag out some clean clothes from your bag and get changed without showering, with plans to go for a run around your airbnb neighborhood once you're checked in. You make yourself an espresso with the push-button machine in her kitchen and swipe a banana from the fruit bowl to go, then head out to your car.
Once you're connected you call, tapping your fingers on the steering wheel impatiently as you wait in traffic, until she finally picks up just before it can go to voicemail.
"Morning," she greets, her voice filling your car speakers. "You were really knocked out, huh?"
You glance at the time and realize it's already after 11 am.
"I didn't even realize."
"You figure out the gate okay?" she asks.
"Yeah, raided the liquor cabinet and started a dog fighting ring in the basement, too. Hope that was alright."
She chuckles and then sighs apologetically. "I'm sorry I had to run out. It was really early and you looked like it was the sleep of the dead, I wouldn't have felt right about getting you up."
"It's okay," you assure her. "I did really need it."
"What're you doing today?"
"I'm heading to the airbnb now to get checked in, and then I'm going to see when Riley wants me to pick up the rest of my stuff. After that just homework."
"And booze. And dogfighting."
"Well that's a given, I thought it went without saying."
She doesn't laugh that time and you hear someone in the background on her end speaking to her.
"I'm going to let you get back to it," you tell her. "Just wanted you to know I made it out."
"I'll see you tonight?" She checks.
"Yes." You take your exit toward your airbnb and check the time again. Plenty of time to get settled and get some work done.
She hangs up without another word and you try not to take it too personally.
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The airbnb is surprisingly nice given how last minute your choice was. A simple bungalow, one bedroom and a stone patio in the back. What you're most excited about is learning on your run how close you are to the water - you follow the sounds of surf and seagulls and take in the salt-tinged air until your legs are tired, opting to walk the rest of the way back.
You unpack your bathroom essentials and take a long shower, noting that you definitely prefer the water pressure at Kathryn's, and then hang your clothes for the next couple of weeks in the bedroom closet.
Homework distracts your mind for a while until you start to feel hungry and remember the promise of food at Kathryn's place that evening. Throwing on some fresh clothes, you tidy up your makeshift workspace and head out to your car again.
The traffic is awful and you're glad you left early when you arrive just before 6. You're not the first to arrive but are happy to see Danny - you're even happy to see Lauren, despite her constant tense energy - and you make yourself comfortable in the kitchen at the island while you wait for Kathryn.
"I think I'm dressing you tomorrow too, gorgeous," Danny greets as he makes his way in, kissing your cheek. "You want to come see what I'm thinking?"
You follow him wordlessly to the dining room - one of the rooms you've never explored - and over to a rack of a few
dresses pressed against the wall.
You immediately focus on the dresses, chewing your lip as you pull each one in turn. Kathryn's voice appears suddenly in the kitchen.
"Dan?" She calls. He grabs your wrist and squeezes, grounding you briefly despite how you lit up at the sound of her voice.
"You figure out what speaks to you," he insists, leaving you alone with the rack of dresses as he heads back into the kitchen. 
You try to fight off the distraction of knowing she's in the other room as you flit through the dresses slowly. They're all so beautiful but you're desperate for something that speaks to your personal aesthetic while also subconsciously wanting to impress your date. You settle on a deep plum colored piece, ankle-length and body-hugging, turning around with it in both hands. You're met with the sight of Kathryn standing in the doorway between the kitchen and dining room, and you can't keep the grin from your face at the sight of her in her own dress — black, knee-length. 
"Look at you," you tease, stepping closer.
She immediately blushes, dropping your gaze.
"It's not too-?"
You cut her off by pulling her closer, grinning even more.
"You look so good. I can't wait for everyone else to get the fuck out of here." You nip at her lip as you kiss her. 
She lets out a soft sigh against your lips and then pulls away sharply at the sound of activity in the kitchen behind her.
"Be good," she snaps, though her tone is playful as she turns away from you. You grin as you follow along after her like a puppy dog.
A couple of women you don't recognize around your age mill about near the sink and you feel a distinct jump in your chest, but Kathryn soothes it without even looking at you.
"Leah, Mac, this is [Y/N], she's going to be my plus one tomorrow."
Both women turn to you at the same time and while you can tell that they're both instantly sizing you up, it doesn't seem to be coming from a place of mean-spiritedness.
"Is that what you're wearing?" One asks - you don't know who is who, yet - and points to the dress in your hands.
You look down at it and then turn to look for Danny.
"Oh, uh - I... maybe?"
"I have the most amazing liner in that color, still haven't had the chance to play with it. Dibs on her." She reaches out to you and grabs you by the forearm as the other woman laughs.
"Ladies, I need her dressed first," Danny sweeps in to interrupt. He pulls you away and leads you towards the first floor bathroom and gestures for you to go ahead, waiting until you've returned in the dress to adjust it and eye you in it. You fidget as he circles you and hold your breath until he approves before you're rushed back to makeup for a few quick color matches and allergy tests.
Kathryn opts to lean on the counter beside you instead of sitting so the two of you can be closer to one another while she's put through the testing process of what appears to be a hundred different (nearly identical) lip shades. She's focused on her own makeup artist but her hands rarely leave you, and it takes you more than a few moments to stop jumping each time you catch a stray caress or gentle nudge while she talks.
You don't take it personally that she's affectionate with seemingly everyone - if anything it gives you the benefit of the doubt to be closer to her, no one batting an eye when you stay pressed to her side or she wraps her arms around you when speaking to someone else.
You only spend about an hour tops in the dress and half-done makeup as Danny takes some last second notes for alterations and shoos you off to change. Kathryn is observing the tidying up when you return with a sort of tense fidgety nature that you haven't seen from her before. You return the dress to Danny before approaching her, and stand nice and close so you can walk two fingers teasingly down the back of her arm. She lets you, still until you reach her palm and then captures your fingers in hers to still them as well. With you pressed so close to her no one else can see your hand in hers but feeling it is enough to keep you grinning like an idiot as you wave goodbye to everyone. 
At the sound of the door clicking shut, you kiss her, pulling her in close and feeling the excitement of the fitting melting away.
Her hands lift to circle around your face and you lean in further, pressing your torso as flush to hers as you can until she pulls away.
"We need to talk about tomorrow," she tells you softly, "But first I need to show you how much I missed you."
You nod in urgent agreement and kiss her again; she chuckles as you back her against the cabinets and pulls back once more.
"Not here. Upstairs - I want you spread out for me."
You shiver at her words, locking eyes with her as she smooths her hand over her cheek and then slides you away from her, linking your fingers together to pull you along.
The staircase feels miles long and you partially blame that for being so out of breath when she finally gets you onto the bed, tugging down your pants while you wrestle your shirt off. She pulls her own off as well but doesn't undress further than that, once your pants are bunched at your knees, then grabs the center of the material to yank your legs out flat onto the bed. You giggle at the maneuver and then laugh even harder when she growls and playfully bites at your thigh, smoothing the movement with her lips after in a slow series of barely-there kisses. Lifting her head she gets your pants the rest of the way off and sinks off the end of the bed a little to kiss your ankle, then your calf, working her way up your left leg until she reaches your knee and switching sides to continue up. 
You shiver and squirm impatiently, then let out a choked off laugh, knees immediately bending and pulling your legs closer when her fingers replace her lips and drag up both of your inner thighs at once. You freeze, her fingers pause.
Her nails replace the pads of her fingers and inch up further and your legs close around her forearms as you let out another singular laugh.
"Legs open, sweetheart," her voice is dripping with playful malintent and you feel white hot arousal cut through you like a knife.
She presses her fingers softly but insistently against your inner thighs, just centimeters away from accidentally hitting the muscle that would make you scream, and you slowly let your legs be eased open. She slips between them and rests there, pressing her lips to one thigh appreciatively.
"Good girl."
You moan before you can stop it, much moreso from the pet name than the sensation, and drop a hand toward her, searching for her hair.
"Mm-mm." She lifts her head and then catches your hand, kissing your fingers and then setting it aside on the bed. "Just relax."
You try to, laying back and closing your eyes briefly. They shoot back open when her fingernails tease over the growing wet spot in the center of your panties, skimming over the sheer material and making your entire lower half clench in surprise. 
Your legs go to close but can't around her shoulders and head - you feel the puff of her breath, an exhale of a laugh, against your core.
"Babe," you warn, swallowing hard. You're well aware that she's now accustomed to your interests but that doesn't mean you want to ruin the moment when she's trying to do something nice for you. 
"Could you cum from this?" she asks, and you pause, realizing she did it on purpose. Her nails skirt up the center of your panties again and this time it wrings a squirm out of you. Her voice is a little teasing, but soft with curiosity. You can feel her eyes on you, waiting for a reaction, but you steady your gaze on the ceiling.
"My educated guess would be 'yes'." 
You have before, but only by your own hand, bringing yourself up to countless orgasms over the years whenever a vibrator hasn't been available; soft self-tickling and petting through the screen of your underwear until your clit couldn't handle anymore of the gentle stimulation. Her touch tickles a lot more, though. You don't have the experience of an outside party testing it out yet.
Her touch widens a little, fluttering around the outline of your labia and just missing your clit, you sputter into giggles and tighten your legs further but she isn't moving and isn't letting you shut her out.
"Kathryn," you hiss in protest, because you're trying to have Normal Sex with your Normal Almost-Girlfriend who, sure, tied you to her bed and tickled you to tears once but is very likely to grow tired of indulging you soon if you keep over-saturating your activities like this. 
She lifts her head and this time you do look. She catches your eye and laughs at your expression.
"What?" She asks.
"That - I'm-"
She waits patiently, one brow raising as if daring you to try to string a sentence together. When you don't, she hums, and then hooks her fingers into the hips of your underwear to pull them down.
You feel much more vulnerable now than you did that first night in her bed, with her hand tucked down your underwear while she whispered in your ear. 
"There she is." She punctuates it with a kiss, and you barely manage to stay flat on your back from shock of her mouth on you. 
"Fuck," you breathe, a hand lifting to go for her hair again before remembering her earlier instruction and dropping it to the bed, gripping a fistful of the sheets.
She wastes no time in lapping at you purposefully, her hands sliding under your legs and around them to keep them gently held open. Soft noises spill out of you as she makes quick work of figuring you out, what kind of depth you like, her pacing, and her ferocity.
"You're so good at that," you say compulsively. It's true, but you will yourself to shut the fuck up as she makes a noise of acknowledgement and then pulls away. Pressing her lips to the crease of your thigh, she catches her breath for a beat. That tickles, enough to make your legs jolt again and your torso stiffen.
"Are you okay?" she asks, and you know she's picking up on your cagey energy. You lift your head to meet her eye.
"Yeah," you lie quickly, feeling your cheeks burn. "Yeah, I'm good."
She narrows her eyes in thought.
"You wanna try something?"
You quirk an eyebrow and nod slowly, letting your head drop back and then yelping in surprise when she drags all ten of her nails softly up the insides of your legs, from knee to groin. 
You're laughing by the time she reaches her destination, gripping her hands in your own and trying to close your legs around them. She wedges herself effortlessly back between them and dives back in to work, shaking herself from grip to skitter her fingers up the backs of your bent legs this time instead. 
Your laugh is almost a moan, your toes curling as she gets dangerously close to your ass and then makes her toward the backs of your knees. She's paused briefly for your reaction and when it seems she's deemed it acceptable, her tongue slides inside of you and her fingers quest around the skin above your knees for a new place to torment.
"Where'd you pick that up?" You ask, twitching one leg away and giggling when she hits a particularly jumpy nerve on the inside of your kneecap.
"No more talking," she replies, mouth descending on your clit again as she wiggles her fingers in place against your skin. Your blissful sigh stutters into a laugh and you clutch the sheets so hard you're sure they'll wrinkle.
The inconsistency of her movements distracts you from chasing your orgasm for a few minutes but soon the stimulation is too much to ignore and you feel it building in the pit of your stomach. When your laughs become whinier, needier, she relents a little, mouth never leaving you as she finds a rhythm in soft strokes up and down the softest part of your inner thighs. 
It still tickles and you feel your muscles practically pulsing each time she passes over the most sensitive skin, the combined tempos all working on part with one another to move you steadily up to and then over the edge. 
You rock against her and cum loudly; she lets your hand into her hair finally as you ride her mouth until you have nothing left to give, and then props herself up on her elbows wipe her face.
She kisses your knee and then makes herself scarce as you catch your breath, returning with a damp, warm cloth. She drops it between your legs and you jump before groaning appreciatively. She slides up onto the bed beside you and presses the cloth to you a little more, soothing the overstimulated nerves and cleaning you gently before she tosses it aside and stretches out on her side beside you.
"You know most people are twice as ticklish after an orgasm?"
"I did know that," you tell her, turning your head to look at her with a little laugh. "Why do you know that?"
"Because I wasn't a virgin when I met you," she teases, goosing your side in retaliation for the implication and grinning when you squeal and slap her hand away extra-hard before you can help it. "Ow, jesus!"
"I'm sorry," you laugh, reaching out for it and bringing her hand to your face to press your lips to her knuckles. "I'm sorry, that wasn't on purpose. Knee-jerk reaction."
She's still laughing though, soft and tired and content. Tugging the sheet up over your lower half, you settle in and watch as her face switches to contemplation.
"You're anxious, again."
You purse your lips and crinkle your nose a tiny bit before shrugging.
"A bit," you admit.
She exhales through her nose heavily, and you can almost hear the gears cranking and turning in her head as she considers this. Then, she reaches over and brings your arm down between you both, stroking back and forth from your wrist to your elbow. Your eyes flutter closed and it forces a ticklish smile onto your face but you don't pull away.
"Tell me how to help?"
"I'm not sure," you say, honest even though it isn't what she wants to hear. "I'm working on it. Asking for what I want. I just don't want you to think we need to like... pull out all the whips and chains and hot wax every single time."
You open your eyes to find her watching you, waiting for that eye contact.
"It's not that serious," she tells you honestly. "You like a little... extra stimulation. Pretty low-maintenance ask."
You chuckle at the choice of words she lands on after her pause for thought. 
"Eh, it's a little weirder than that," you say, smiling despite the self-deprecation.
She shrugs, her fingers continuing their tracing. 
"Sex is weird."
"Sex is weird," you agree with a sigh, watching her fingers. "I'm working on it, promise. You promise you'll tell me if it's getting on your nerves?"
"Yes," she replies, her tone firm and unhesitating. You realize that it's because she's confident she won't ever have to have that talk with you, and your smile widens as you lean in to kiss her.
"Before I return the favor — you wanted to talk about tomorrow?" You slip your arm over her waist, drawing her closer and tickling your fingers slowly up and down her back. She squirms to get comfortable and shivers pleasantly before nodding.
"It's not going to be super big. It's a pre-benefit event, kind of a VIP interest check. I have to take some photos - you don't - we say hi, drink free wine... But I did want to make sure you were comfortable."
You nod, "Yeah. I wouldn't have said 'yes' otherwise. It's cool, I um... I've like... dated a few influencers. Maybe not quite on this level but I can do the whole 'plus one to some corporate swag outing' thing, no sweat."
"I was wondering what that was about," Kathryn muses. "That's the ex, then? The influencer?"
"I don't want to talk about Alycia," you tell her, realizing you've let slip her name for the first time. It feels wrong to say it in this house. You nudge her down onto her back and tangle your legs together as you roll on top of her and slip a hand between the two of you to unbutton her jeans. "I actually don't want to talk at all, I just want to hear you."
She swallows hard, then wets her lips. It's not your usual to feel such a surge of excitement from being in control but the sight of her eyes darkening as she watches you with shallow breath is reward enough.
You slide down her legs a little to tug her jeans further down her thighs, pressing three kisses down her stomach, skipping teasingly over her underwear to her thigh instead, then the other. The jeans come down to her ankles and she kicks them off messily with a noise of frustration, wringing an amused chuckle out of you as you crawl back up to slip your fingers under the waistband of her underwear. 
"Is there something I'm missing here?" you ask, inching her panties down slowly. "Something like... something like how I like it?"
She shakes her head, already burying a hand in your hair, "Nothing missing," she promises.
You don't hesitate after that, licking flatly against her in warning before diving in hungrily. Her noises only spur you on, her grip in your hair tightening and loosening each time she loses control and regains it.
You decide, after a few minutes, to relay her trick to you. It's not going to be the same and you know that, not on many levels, but you can't help but want to give her a little taste of what she's put you through.
Your fingers creep up her thighs softly and it seems to take her a beat to register the sensation; she laughs just once, grabbing for your fingers when she realizes the intent, and grinding closer to you. You inch back slightly to keep the pace and strum your fingers delicately against the tendons on her inner thighs closest to her groin.
The sound she lets out is half laugh and half moan, twisting in surprise under your fingers at the first stroke and then dissolving into soft, defeated giggling when you don't stop instantly.
"Pleahehease," she exhales, clutching you closer desperately.
"Please what, baby?"
You don't even notice the response leaving your mouth as you lift away from her briefly. You give her a second and then dive back in, grinning against her when you hear her cry out.
"Please, 'm so close."
Your fingers twitch against her thighs again but you pause your tickling exploration to finish her off, flicking your tongue relentlessly against her clit as you wrap your mouth around her.
She cums hard and fast without any more warning, you feel her wetness rush down your chin and lower yourself to lap her up hungrily as she comes down. You wipe your face and eye her with a teasing, predatory grin as you crawl up her body to press against her.
"You know, someone really smart just recently told me the weirdest piece of trivia," you tell her, lowering yourself to kiss her swollen, flushed lips gently, just once. "Something about being more ticklish after an orgasm."
"Don't you dare."
It's a pointless demand, she clearly knows you won't follow it as soon as she speaks it. You descend on her with playful malice, savoring the borderline philharmonic first squeal of protest and laughter that you draw out of her before focusing your attention on learning her body well enough to draw out much, much more music.
-
"I know, I'm sorry I haven't seen you," You say into your phone as you juggle the key to your airbnb and your tote bag.
"It's okay, we've been busy with work. You still want to come over for the finale? I literally took two days off so I can grieve."
You laugh but try to keep your voice down; it's grown dark out very quickly and you don't know how nosy or sensitive your new temporary neighbors are.
"Of course I do."
"Did you warn Kathryn that I'll be breaking up with her by proxy if anything particularly upsetting happens?"
You laugh again and let yourself inside, dropping the keys next to the door and then leaning against it as it closes.
"I'll be sure you let her know. Put her in the dog house or however the saying goes."
"You're just getting home and it's almost 1 in the morning. You don't have the nerve to put anyone in the dog house," Riley tells you.
"Hey!" 
"I'm just saying!" You can hear the grin in Riley's voice. "Oh, this weekend you're coming over, by the way. You can get your stuff and I want you to meet some of Jade's work friends I think you'd like."
You smile genuinely at that - her insistence in growing your social circle locally has really helped make it feel a bit more like home.
"That sounds good. I'll keep the schedule clear."
"I have to go, I'm going to be a wreck at work tomorrow. Tell me how the benefit-but-not goes!"
"Alright, love you," you reply, hanging up a beat later and taking yourself to bed.
-
You steal bites of pizza between the steps of the getting ready process in Kathryn's living room, and tease her about the abandoned crusts once again.
The glam team is considerably larger than it had been at the fitting. Lauren flits around with the second assistant, who has had her hands so full with phone calls that you still haven't been introduced. 
Danny is around but busy, checking in on you both, and the dresses, flitting back and forth from room to room like a nervous hummingbird as you get your hair done. Your makeup artist - Leah, you finally learn to differentiate - was right about the liner matching the dress. A monochromatic moment on your eyes and lips and outfit draws an intensity to your gaze that you can't stop watching in the mirror. 
"What're you thinking about?" Kathryn asks you, reaching over to squeeze your arm in the mirror as she stands behind your chair. She's been restless, pushing the patience of her own glam team as she refuses to sit in one spot for too long.
"The myth of Narcissus," you reply, tilting your head to the side to admire the way the artist shaped your brows.
It takes her a moment but she laughs a little bit, leaning closer and air-kissing your cheek to avoid getting any of her freshly applied lipstick on your freshly applied foundation.
"You look beautiful," she tells you. "I'd stare at my reflection too, if I were you."
It's surprisingly tender and scrunch your nose to grin at her before she wanders off again. Leah smiles as she turns to you once more with a tube of lip gloss in hand.
"She's so sweet," she observes. You nod.
It's an oddly powerful feeling to have half of the household know that you're together and half not; the best of both worlds or being comfortable in each others presence while also having the thrill of keeping up a secret.
"Car leaves in ten!" The second assistant calls into the room just as Leah turns away to put the gloss back.
"You're set," she tells you. "Pictures?"
You go through the motions of posing for some photos and videos for Instagram, feeling stilted and awkward at first before finding your footing and beginning to have fun.
"Okay, feeling herself," Danny comments as he watches you. You blush, turning away with a laugh.
"Don't hype me up, I'll snap out of it," you warn.
Kathryn pokes her head into the room, having wandered back presumably from her own photos, and whistles.
"You both have to stop," you laugh, before Leah finally has mercy and lowers her phone.
"I can tag you," she tells you, holding the phone out for you to put your information in. You hesitate, then take it and scratch at your neck restlessly.
"My stuff's private, is that okay?"
She nods, beaming, and you relax as you tap your username in to the search bar. Your own phone buzzes on the makeshift makeup vanity as she follows you and you turn your attention back to Kathryn, giving her a sly once over.
"Can't believe you're leaving the house like this, it should be illegal," you tell her, grabbing your phone and waiting until Leah has turned fully away to pack up her makeup kit to slide an arm around her waist to her back in a slow, appreciative caress.
She squirms pleasantly at the sensation and tugs her lip into her mouth as she watches you, tugging you around the corner into the kitchen so she can wrap her arms around you fully. The surprise of the gesture draws a laugh out of you just as the second assistant returns.
"I need my shoes," Kathryn tells you, and only then do you realize she's still wearing her house slippers. She vanishes silently as you turn to the other woman and smile, holding a hand out.
"I'm [Y/N]," you greet. "We didn't get to meet, yet."
"CJ," she replies, smiling and taking your hand. "You're Kathryn's girlfriend - the one that just moved, right?"
You're slightly taken aback for a number of reasons. For starters - you don't know who told her that or how much other information about you is being passed around behind the scenes, and secondly - girlfriend? Neither of you had used the word, yet, but if CJ was using it, if she's been told that's what you are, who did it come from? Lauren? Or Kathryn herself? Was it just CJ's own assumption based on 'dating'?
Is it presumptuous of you not to correct her if she's just come to that conclusion on her own?
"I did just move," is what you go with instead. "Well, sort of. My place isn't ready yet."
Before either of you can continue, Lauren turns the corner and nods to you.
"Ready? Showtime."
-
You're a squirming mess in the car - pressed between the door and Kathryn, with Danny on her other side, she takes seemingly great pleasure in tormenting you for the entire twenty minute drive. When she's not commenting on the silkiness of your dress, complete with caressing the material around your torso (though that game ended quickly after she accidentally ran her fingers across the center of your stomach and you shrieked loudly enough to startle the driver - her apology was genuine even if it was delivered through a laugh), she's stroking your knee and thigh 'affectionately', always seeming to catch a ticklish spot just when you've stopped paying attention to what she's doing.
If Danny is bothered by the pair of you and the handsy flirting he doesn't mention it, only asking for a selfie and then getting out with the pair of you to make last minute adjustments before sending you on your way.
"You okay?" Kathryn asks, watching your eyes flit over to the white-carpet entrance. You blush at her concern, nodding.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine."
"You don't have to walk that with me," she promises, nodding in the direction you're looking. "Lauren's right behind us, she'll take you around."
You exhale a breath you didn't realize you were holding, and Kathryn's concerned look melts into a smile. She pulls you a bit closer and squeezes you once, softly, then lets you go as the next car is directed to pull up.
Lauren and CJ hop out, making their way to you both.
"[Y/N] is going to go with you," Kathryn tells Lauren, then jerks her head in the direction of the carpet, gesturing to CJ to follow her. "We'll see you guys inside in a minute."
You turn to Lauren and force a quick smile. She returns it but narrows her eyes playfully.
"You nervous?"
"A little," you admit, surprised at how quickly she read you. Are you being that obvious?
"Don't be." Her tone is a little stern but that's oddly comforting for the situation at hand. "Honestly, you do a few of these and you'll start getting really bored being in the back seat."
"I... my ex, we went to stuff like this a lot but..." you glance over as more people arrive. "This is bigger."
Lauren spots the crowd and gently steers you away. The pair of you pass by the entrance to the carpet where Kathryn and CJ are waiting to be called, and the former reaches out to squeeze your hand briefly as you go by.
"It'll be fine inside," Lauren is telling you, as you turn your attention back to her instead of the flashing lights and loud sounds of the carpet.
She's right - once you pass the lobby doors into the venue, it's quiet, the dull roar of polite conversation and quiet laughter surrounding you. She leads you directly to the check-in, and pulls out her ID.
"Hahn and team of 3," she says, waiting a beat for her confirmation.
"VIP to the back, carpet entrance to the left," the man at the table says, not even looking up from his sheet after handing her back her ID and 4 pins.
She takes you by the arm, patting your hand reassuringly and then leads you off toward the hallway.
"Have you ever tried their stuff?" Lauren asks you, nodding to the large banners stating the sponsorship to the event: some overly trendy canned-wine that you've seen pushed into the ads of your social media feeds a few times. You shake your head.
"Should I have?" you ask, amused. 
"Not really," Lauren replies. "Just making conversation. They sent a fucking pallet over last week, I took a couple cases home but I almost never drink at night anymore now that they upped my fucking Pantoprazole again."
She's looking at her phone, not you, so you turn your gaze out to the end of the carpet now that you've reached the end of the hall. 
"You said your ex was an influencer?"
Her question draws your gaze away from trying to peek out and see who is finishing their photo walk next.
"Mm?"
"Your ex. The one you mentioned. You guys used to do this stuff?"
"Yeah," you reply, wishing you hadn't brought her up at all. 
"Well, you know how she's sort of... the billboard?"
You understand the metaphor instinctively, and nod.
"That makes her -" she nods toward the doors.
"- The ad push. The fans are the billboards."
Lauren stops to look at you, quirking an eyebrow and then nodding slowly.
"Yeah. What did you say you were studying?"
"Marketing," you chuckle, dropping her gaze and then barely holding back a gasp when your favorite artist suddenly passes, her own assistant in tow.
"Sorry, excuse me," she sidles past you with a smile, and you completely forget how to speak until she's walked entirely away. You catch Lauren's eye and see her holding back a barely-concealed look of amusement.
"I'm normally cooler than that," you insist.
She holds her hands up in defense, but doesn't have time to rib you about it when CJ slips in as well, taking a spot beside Lauren.
"She good?"
"Yeah, she's so on," CJ replies; Lauren's posture sags in relief and CJ turns to you, giving you a little two-finger wave in greeting as if you don't just see her moments before. Lauren shakes the pins into the palm of her hand, offering one to each of you and then beginning to fasten her own.
"Cardboard?" CJ questions as she turns it over in her hands. You peer at your own - the ecology initiative name and the wine brand competing for space on its surface.
"Recycled," Lauren explains.
"Oh, that is so fucking gimmicky," CJ laughs, fastening her own pin as well. 
You're in the middle of trying to decide where to fasten your own, not wanting to mar the perfect surface of your borrowed dress, when Kathryn makes her way in and the four of you step away from the door. She looks almost out of breath, but she turns to you with a smile.
"Bored, yet?" She asks.
"No," you insist, "No, this is nice."
She takes your pin from you and fastens it so it hangs from one of the string straps of the dress instead of piercing through it, the backs of her fingers brushing over your shoulder and chest softly as she lets it fall back into place. That tiny act of intimacy makes you smile widely, trying to bite it back when she catches your eye.
"Alright," she announces, glancing back to Lauren and CJ, who already have a few of the carpet photos pulled up on their phone screens, comparing them together. "I need a drink. Which is apparently going to be canned wine. Let's go."
She turns, linking her arm into yours, and leads the charge back down the hall to the lobby.
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CASE 14: NANAMI KENTO LIKES TO PAINT!?
!content!: cumplay, married life, nanami does NOT know how to bake, more sentimental than i anticipated, and lots of fluff.
wc: 1,4k
。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆
Whenever Nanami had a bad day, you strove to make him happy.
Come home late from overtime?
Dinner's on the table, his favorite, and a hot bath awaits him.
His coworkers were annoying?
Massage and kisses.
Now, you weren't a housewife by all means, your job was simply more lenient on hours.
So, of course, it was a surprise when you came home late for the first time in your marriage.
You throw your shoes off, landing in the abyss that you called a closet, eyes droopy from fatigue. You're so tired, that you forgot about your husband, who must’ve come home from work before you.
You drop your heavy bag and huff.
“Are you tired, my love?” You hear Kento’s voice from an unknown place in the house.
“Sorry for being late, Ken.” You call out, walking to where you think you heard him, the kitchen.
There he was, the most perfect, flawless man that you managed to wife up. Your husband. Dressed in your white apron, now stained with mysterious brown marks. He turns to you, spreading his arms invitingly.
“Welcome home.” He graces you with his perfect smile, dimples on each corner of his lips. Gift from God, he truly is.
You crash into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck while his wrap around your waist, bringing you flat against him.
“Thank you, darling.” You smile, kissing his lips. Kento tilts his head, thinking the peck would be longer, but ends up stumbling, mouth open.
“My kiss?” He asks, like a puppy who did a trick and didn’t get a treat for it.
“I gave you a kiss?” You joke, hands framing his cheeks. “Kidding, come here.”
You pucker your lips and he crashes his on them, pulling you closer, no space between you both.
He pulls away momentarily before kissing you again, hand behind your head to make you sure don’t pull away.
At some point, you try to, gasping for air. Kento backs off, looking at you with the most devastatingly loving eyes, you’d die.
“How’s that for a kiss?” You ask, hands on his chest.
“Perfect.” He remembers something, turning around, “I need to show you something. Since you’re the one who came home late this time, I made you something instead.”
He turns back to you, mittens on and a cake pan in hand. It was… dark. Kento sure was a cook, but when it came to pastries or baking… he wasn’t the best.
You gasp, surprised by his action.
“Kento… you did have to…” No, seriously, he shouldn’t bake. He sucks. He puts the pan down, taking off his mittens and putting a fork in it, picking up a big piece of the cake(?) and bringing it to your mouth. You reluctantly obey, taking the fork in.
You try to not wince, it’s obvious he mixed something wrong. There’s a clump of flour at the back of your throat.
After chewing, you cough, hiding your face.
“Are you okay?” Kento immediately puts the fork down and places his hand on your upper back worriedly.
“I-I’m fine.” You stutter, wiping your mouth. You straighten, and turn to him, smiling.
“Was it that bad? I’m sorry.” He cups your face and kisses you, peppering kisses on your face.
“I’m fine, Kento.” You kiss him back, humming contentedly. He taps your thigh, signaling you to jump, once you do, he wraps your thighs around his waist and supports your weight with his hands.
“Where are we going, my love?” You giggle, arms around his neck.
The blond man kisses your arm and starts walking, “Our bedroom. I’ll make up for almost poisoning you.” How did you get so lucky?
“Hm? And how do you plan on doing that?” You instigate, curious.
“Painting you.”
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Apparently, ‘painting you’ wasn’t what you thought. Apparently, ‘painting you’ didn’t mean that Kento would immortalize your beauty on a canvas. No, you were the canvas. And the paint was his cum.
Your husband suppresses a whine as he pulls out and cums for the nth time. His head feels so light. You weren’t faring any better, hips twitching and legs shaking. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think you were having a seizure.
“My love…” Kento whispers, the smallest tears slipping out the slits his eyes became. You turn your head slowly, trying to gain more lucidity.
“Yes, Ken?” You respond breathlessly, chest heaving.
He slips a hand down your stomach, feeling your mixed fluids starting to dry. He uses the tip of his finger to write something, and you jerk, shivering from his light touches here and there.
“K-Ken!” You whine when his finger becomes a hand, trailing down to your clit and slapping it.
“It’s unfair… Must you be so pretty?” Kento frowns, other hand planted beside your head to balance his body over you.
“W-what-“ You jerk when he repeatedly slaps your clit punishingly.
He stops suddenly and moves his hand to your breasts, writing his name across your chest, as if he was claiming you.
“You’re mine, okay?” Kento squeezes your tit, planting a kiss on your nipple. You nod, hand searching for his cock.
“Inside, again,” you beg. “I want you inside, please Kento, you’re gonna kill me.” A sob rips out of you, you didn’t even realize you were crying, poor thing.
Your husband takes his hands off of you, wrapping it around his length instead and putting the near to your fluttering entrance. He slipped in with ease, from how wet you were.
The noises you and Kento let out were harmonious, completing each other. Once he was completely sheathed inside, he groans, head tipped back so you could see his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallows.
“Are you okay?” Sweetest man, always asking how you were, even though he was doing much worse, sweat dripping down his powerful biceps, forehead and chest. But god, he was so attractive to you in this exact moment.
You place a shaky hand on his shoulder, digging your nails in unconsciouslyy. “I’m fine, move, Ken.”
Kento’s hand lifts your thigh, the ring on his hand cold against your hot skin.
“Be good and wrap your legs around me, my love.” You obey, shivering from the pleasure, the way your husband filled you up so deliciously.
“Good girl,” he huffs, pulling out until only the tip remained and plunging the rest inside after a second. Your jaw drops, releasing a mess of incoherent moans.
Kento mutters your name in a broken whisper, hiding his red face in your neck. His hand gropes your breast, covered in his semen like he was trying to mark you up.
“Harder, Kento.” You beg, swallowing the thick wad of saliva that had built up inside of your mouth. He obliges, tip smashing against your g-spot.
Kento was a very vocal man, not bothering to muffle his moans as his cock twitched inside of you. He rubbed your walls with the ridges and veins of his length, producing friction you couldn’t find in any toy.
Meanwhile, your husband kept whispering your name and little praises, rubbing your clit with his thumb and coating your skin in his saliva and cum with his other hand and his tongue.
“Pretty girl…” Kento whispers, kissing up your jawline to your lips. “Do you mind if I paint you from the inside, this time?”
However, you were too engrossed in his frantic thrusts and light touches, bringing him closer by the shoulders.
“You-fuuhh- You better.” He chuckles at your late response and rolls his hips into your mellow cunt, wrapped comfortably around his aching cock.
“Okay, okay, cum with me, sweetheart, please,” Kento begs, unable to contain his sounds, even if he wanted to.
The slick you were releasing made it all too slippery, so, when you both came, Kento’s thick cock slips out and paints your stomach and breasts, instead of your pussy.
You recover slowly, panting and blinking away the stars in your eyes. Your husband scowls on top of you, wiping, or rather, smearing, his fresh cum all over your body.
“What’s wrong, Ken?” You ask, wondering if you were unsatisfactory.
“Nothing, just… We’ll have to do it again. I slipped out.” He grumbles, pecking your lips and actually wiping away your drool and tears.
“Kentooooo…” You whine, but he knew you wanted to.
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Halloween Special - Giving Out Candy
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♡ Genre: Fluff ♡ Pairing: Bakugou x Reader
(You can also read my other Halloween Special - Trick-Or-Treaters)
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This year, you wouldn’t be trick-or-treating. You wanted to spread the love to the rest of the neighborhood by handing out candy instead. Bakugou bugged you to go trick-or-treating with him, but you declined. You held only the tiniest bit of remorse while rejecting him and his cute werewolf costume.
Your neighborhood was packed with candy hunters around your age or younger. You occasionally met a few 1-A students bouncing between houses while trick-or-treating. Ashido and Jirou asked you to join them on their nighttime adventure but you rejected them too. Unsurprisingly, Bakugou also stopped by your house to hassle you once again.
“You’re already wearing a costume!” Bakugou said, while standing outside your door. “You can just waltz out of your house and start trick-or-treating right now.”
“I told you I’m not doing this tonight,” you said. “Now, do you want your candy or not?”
You handed a pouty Bakugou a handful of candy. His bag was entirely empty. Bakugou grumbled a ‘thank you’ and stalked off. 
You thought you were done with him for the night, but you couldn’t be more wrong.
Several minutes afterwards, somebody pounded on your door. You opened the door and came face-to-face with Bakugou once again.
“You coming or not?” he asked. 
“Didn’t you visit any other houses?” you asked. “You barely have any candy in your bag…”
“You didn’t answer my question!”
“I answered your question last time.” You handed another fistful of candy to the greedy werewolf boy. “Happy Halloween!”
You shut the door in his disbelieving face. Soon, there was more pounding on your door. You opened it. 
“Why’d you slam the door in my face?!” Bakugou cried.
“I already gave you two handfuls of candy as ransom,” you said. “What else do you want?”
Bakugou was at a loss for words. He looked away, like he wasn’t sure how to express his thoughts.
The correct answer was, “You.”
“...You wanna help me give out candy?” you asked, shyly.
“Ugh. FINE. I don’t wanna deal with those brats outside, but if you insist…”
Bakugou stepped inside your house, all too ready to throw his bag of candy onto your floor. Bakugou didn’t even like candy. 
You and Bakugou spent the rest of the night handing out treats. Bakugou rarely left your side. Even though he clearly disliked dealing with all the trick-or-treaters, he still endured to help you out. Whenever the door closed, Bakugou often commented on your costume, occasionally pinching some of the fabric.
“I assume this means you like my costume?” you asked, tilting your head. 
“Yeah…” 
Bakugou had the warmest look on his face while he stared down at you. He bugged you if you didn’t play with his own costume enough, especially the werewolf ears.
Once most of the trick-or-treaters went home, you permanently closed your door for the night. After that, Bakugou couldn’t keep his hands off of you. He could twirl you around or bear hug you all he wanted. You led him to your couch; Bakugou was easier to manage when his butt was locked to a seat. 
“Why’d you choose that costume, huh?” Bakugou asked, pulling you towards him. "Huh?"
“I just thought it’d be… cute?”
Bakugou hummed in agreement, cuddling you and continuing to play around with your costume at his leisure. Your hands reached for his own body too, sometimes scratching him behind his werewolf ears. Bakugou gazed upon you and your costume, a million thoughts probably emerging in his head. But only one managed to get out.
“...Ya like werewolves too?” he asked, a little nervous.
You grinned ear-to-ear, lightly tugging his collar to bring his face even closer. 
“Oh, they’re my favorite.”
Bakugou always remembered Halloween as the holiday where he received his first kiss from you.
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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 2 days ago
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Day 25: Breeding Kink
A/n: yeah I’m already sorry for the twist at the end
Warnings: Smut, breeding kink, baby fever, angst, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!
Kinktober
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Baby fever was a term you’d heard before, you hadn’t thought Tom would be the one to get it, though.
You’re sibling was having a kid and you were helping them throw a baby shower. Tom was just as excited, being friends with your family and all, and happily leant them some money, not just for the party but for the baby as well.
The party was thriving, everyone dancing and chatting, kids running around. There was always someone supervising them, all the adults were watching but you were in charge of them, how you got that role was beyond you but you weren’t all that upset about it.
You were helping a little girl who’d tripped and scraped her knee and little hands, dusting her off and holding her while she cried.
She was starting to calm down when Tom came over and knelt down beside you, wrapping an arm around you. “Oh, is the little princess having a hard time?” He asked, voice soft as he reached to tuck some hair behind the girls ear. She nodded and sniffled, tears filling her big eyes once more.
Someone called out that there was cake and suddenly she wasn’t hurt anymore, eager to run away and get dessert. You chuckled as she went, still sat on the ground.
Tom stared at you with a smile, eyes flicking down to your lips. “That was fun, huh?” He asked leaning closer to you and placing a kiss on your lips, then another, and another, doing his best to not tear your clothes off then and there.
You chuckled and nodded, returning his kisses while trying to get up. His arms wrapped around you and he started guiding you towards the house, the party had been set up in the backyard of your and his house. “What are you doing, Tom?” You asked, hands on his shoulders and moving to wrap your arms around his neck.
“Didn’t know you were good with kids.” He said, placing another kiss to your lips. He tapped someone on the shoulder and gestured to the kids, asking them to keep an eye on the bunch before pulling to the house with more need.
Your body bounced on the bed with every rough thrust from Tom who hovered above you, hands planted on either side of your head. “Fuck, feels so good.” He groaned, moving his hips in circles.
Your eyes rolled back at the feeling, the way he bumped your clit, how his tip prodded deep inside you. He was so perfect above you, hair falling around him and framing his face.
He looked down to your stomach, hand following and pushing on it gently. “Gonna make you nice and full, all big and pregnant.” You moaned loudly at that, not caring who might’ve heard. Everyone should be outside enjoying the party, either way you couldn’t keep quiet if you tried. “My wife, my child.” He grunted, continuing his harsh thrusts, aching to cum inside you.
You reached down and started rubbing your clit, feeling that knot building in your gut. “So close, m’so close, Tom!” Your legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer, walls fluttering and clenching around him as you came, feeling him close behind you, cum spilling into you but he didn’t stop.
The room filled with your moans, loud and needy and achingly sensitive. “Not done yet, not until your good and pregnant for me.” He leaned down, landing a heated, sloppy kiss on your lips as he tried to keep his rhythm.
You didn’t want to ruin this for him, you loved him and you’d let him sit with this fantasy for a bit. He didn’t need to know you were infertile yet.
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edgessunflower · 3 days ago
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Snug as a bug
Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Fem reader
Description: You and Rhea take a walk in the park leading to you becoming cold and wearing Rhea's hoodie
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"Let's go for a walk to the park, it's nice out" you smiled at Rhea's words before leaving a bookmark on the page you were reading of If I stay before throwing on pants, a shirt, and tennis shoes thinking there was only a light chill while Rhea wore jeans, boots, a long sleeve shirt, and threw on a hoodie before the two of you left the house parking across the street in front of a small store before walking hand in hand. The two of you walked in a comfortable silence in between random bits of conversation mostly about rhea getting some time off in a few weeks from being on the road for the next few weeks since the only real time she wasn't traveling was during her shoulder injury before all hell broke loose with her return and the end of the original Judgement day with Damian and rhea now being the terror twins and you knew that at the first opportunity the two would absolutely get the last laugh being brought from your thoughts as the two of you walked through the park when the wind picked up making you shiver slightly but you ignored it until a few minutes later when the shiver turned into a noticeable tremble which rhea noticed out of the corner of her eye leading to her stopping and taking her hoodie off making you confused while putting the hoodie on you smiling sweetly seeing you in her larger hoodie that almost swallowed you up making her heart melt. "You look snug as a bug in there" you smile as you bury your face inside the hoodie before the two of you continued walking hand in hand through the park for the next hour before leaving getting wings and pizza and heading home where the two of you had a tender domestic night in together snuggled on the couch watching TV while watching Corpse Bride and episodes of Death note before you were back wearing and snuggled in her large hoodie while the two of you watched Beetlejuice, "My snuggled girl" you smiled with a pink dust on your face as she gently pulled you into her arms softly kissing your face as you giggled with your head on her shoulder and arms wrapped around each other feeling her hand slowly run through your hair in intertwining your free hands together whispering soft tender words to each other throughout the night.
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interruptedtrance · 7 hours ago
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Halloween party (logan sargeant x reader)
Smut; 18+
contains: sex, misuse of gear
you are invited to a halloween party, you want to see your friends, but dont really want to dress up, fuck it just go as your boyfriend
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“logan?” you call out.
“yeah? i’m in the bedroom!” he shouts back. walking into the bedroom you see him resting on the bed. “what's up?” he asks, glancing up from his phone.
“soooo you know how my friends are throwing a last minute halloween party?”
he chuckles “yeah you might have mentioned it a few times”
“well i don’t have a costume to wear, and nothing will arrive in time, so could i potentially borrow your race suit and helmet?” you say with hope in your voice and the best puppy dog eyes you could muster.
he thinks for a minute “yeah sure babe, i don’t need it for thursday”.
“thank you pookie, you are the best!” you say.
“no” he deadpans, “call me that again and i’m not giving you my suit”.
“alright alright, thank you” you laugh, giving his cheek a quick peck.
time skip to the day of the halloween party
“babe you have to hurry, otherwise you’ll be late” he shouts through the door.
“yeah, i’ll be out now, just doing my mascara” you yell back. once you are finished with your makeup, wash your hands and take a final glance in the mirror, you slightly start questioning yourself as to why you have done a full face of makeup when the helmet will cover most of it. oh well you think to yourself and carefully, not to smudge any makeup, you pull it over your head and open the visor.
exiting the bathroom you see logan sitting on the bed waiting for you, he looks up at you with his jaw practically on the floor. “what?” a nervous chuckle leaving your mouth. logan’s mouth is just agape trying to find the word, but nothing is leaving his mouth. “earth to logan, is everything alright?” you say moving closer to him and placing one of your hands onto his shoulder and running the other through his hair.
“you are not leaving the house” he states. furrowing your brows under the helmet and looking at him with confusion, slowly you ask why, with his breathing getting heavier and his arms now around your hips, locking his blue eyes with you, “look down”.
“LOGAN HUNTER SARGEANT, no, i’m going to the party!”
“baby please” he whines now standing up, turning you around and with a fast pace walking you to the floor to ceiling mirror, “look at yourself” he moans while slowly pressing his clothed cock against your ass, gripping your hips tighter.
“yes logan, i have been looking at myself for the past hour while getting ready” you state blatantly, pretending like you are not getting turned on from your boyfriend getting so frustrated. “i promised to be there, you know that” you say gently turning around in his arms, and wrapping yours around his neck.
he looks at you with a smirk “but you can be a little late”.
“fine, but i'm not getting out of the fireproofs” you state thinking you have won.
logan smiles “that’s fine”, grinding your hips against his and kissing his helmet where your lips would be. his hands easily find the zipper of his suit, while walking you back to the bed, and unzipping it, gliding the top portion off your shoulders, and letting it hang around your waist while you climb up onto the bed with him soon following.
“lift your hips” he says out of breath, so you obey, just slightly lifting your hips so he can grab the bottom portion of his suit alongside his fireproofs and your underwear and rip them off of you. you slide down a bit from the sheer force of the pull, now face to face with him, an ever so quiet moan escaping your lips making logan smile.
“fuck” he whispers feeling his cock throb in his underwear, you see that he is thinking, and before you can say anything his hands slither under the fireproof shirt and pull it up over your brests, swiftly but gently moving to your back so he can unclasp you bra, and pull it up to expose your tits, his eyes never leaving them.
“i can’t believe you.” you say, shaking your head.
“it’s not my fault you look so hot in my gear!” he cries in defense while looking at you. you bring your hands up to the clasp of his helmet to take it off but he stops you, “please leave it on” giving him a confused glance you give in.
lightly he moves his head down to the minimally exposed skin on the neck and gives it a light nip, just enough to have you running your nails down his back, moving down he is massaging your breast where he gives a quick peck to each nipple and proceeds to move towards your clit, his hands never moving away from your chest.
with a little whine you whisper a plea to logan, “what is it baby?” he asks, stopping his movement.
“no don’t stop, just please fuck me” you cry, “i’m wet enough”.
with a quick glance, he decides to be a tease and runs his finger through your slit, just missing your clit, you moan for him to fuck you already.
“who is desperate now” he teases, you giving him a look to thread carefully, “sorry” he mumbles an apology, kissing the helmet again, he slightly sits up to take his shirt and pants off, “you sure you don't just want to go to the party?”.
“LOGAN, forget the party, just fuck me already!” you borderline yell at him, slightly smiling at that, he lines himself up against your entrance and enters in one swift motion, making you grab his shoulders so hard you leave nail marks in his skin. he shudders a bit, dropping his head onto your chest while keeping a steady pace, soon you feel his cock throb inside you and the cum filling your hole, “already?” you lightly tease lifting his head up in your arms.
“i’m sorry baby, you’re just too hot,” he says with the truest apology in his eyes, “at least you’ll still make it to the party”.
“logan, no” you whine, “i’m not going to the party so bothered” you look down from his blue eyes to his pink lips, “i would much rather have a round two” you say moving your hands from his cheeks to the back of his head to play with his blond curls.
“oh, so you are not going to the party?” he fakes a surprised reaction, “what’s your excuse when the girls ask why you haven’t shown up?” he teases with a smirk appearing across his lips.
thinking for a second you spew out “i fell asleep” with a little laugh escaping your lips, “so, will i finally get to cum in round two?” you tease back.
“more than once baby” he laughs, and he keeps his promise, not stopping until your legs are shaking and you are begging for mercy.
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inkyquince · 2 years ago
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Have those big ole thoughts about training Kylar properly. Maybe you don't wanna loose your virginity to him, or maybe you just enjoy preparing him properly for your first time together.
content warning. this was written for my VTM oc and realised that I can't just release that dumbass to the blog first, so instead it was changed to Kylar uwu. Kylar being nasty, frotting, sex toys, intercrural sex kinda, training mentions, lots of drooling and lube and fluids.
You didn't even mean to train him at first. It was all Kylar's fault. You two couldn't even kiss without his breath hitching and his cock hardening in his stained sweatpants. Jutting against you as his whined, hungrily mouthing at your bottom lip. Hell, you used to just let him hump himself to completion, but Kylar's eyes would prick with tears, both as how sore his cock would get but also being oh so close to you, your crotch being so warm against him beyond unbearable. Blow jobs were out too, since he had the same amount of self control as a glutton.
So, instead, one trip to Sirris' Sex Shop later, you have the solution to your problems. For him to cum and for you to train him before ever having to sleep with him.
Kylar likes to watch you prep the fleshlight. Parting the silicon to spit into the toy before pouring lube in, the clear liquid rising inside rapidly. Meanwhile, he watches, mouth agape just a bit. His cock juts against the fabric of his trousers, opaque liquid already seeping through the garment.
You kick off your trousers so they don't get stained and slip the toy between your thighs, tucked against your own crotch. Kylar used to whine at you to go without underwear when you two did this, but that discussion was long since dead now. Instead, he just tries to imagine it's all you, the tight, snug fit, the dripping mess over his dick. All. You.
He clambers on top of you, tugging his sweatpants down, tucking the band under his balls. His flushed dick stands to attention, dribbling just a bit as he nudges the head against the "lips" of the fleshlight. He's already sweating as he gazes at you, pupils blown wide, for your go ahead to sink into "your" hole. The little smile you give is more than enough and he gracelessly sinks down, lube pushing out as he pushes in, sticking to his thick pubic hair and balls.
Mouth agape, Kylar just gazes at you, dumb little expression as his cock throbbed uselessly inside the toy. God, he wants it to be you so badly. This is the least embarrassing way he's tried to simulate his cock in your warm hole. Tried the fuck a warmed up grapefruit once, before feeding it to you. Fucked a hole into his soap bar. Used to hump his pillow every night, ripped a shabby hole right into it. But somehow this was far more embarrassing. You, watching him, use a toy and obviously pretend its you, all the while you two are chest to chest, stomach to stomach, legs intertwined.
Kylar never had much composure to begin with, but any shreds of it are long gone by the first sloppy thrust. Drool gathering on his tongue, too entranced in the tight fit to even function properly, unable to swallow it down, so it just slips from his lips. The wet squelching of his cock bucking down into the toy, lube flowing out, was not helping, Kylar's lewd imagination kicking into overdrive. Reminds him of the hentai's he would put at full volume with his headphones, settle back and close his eyes and jerk his cock as he imagined you making those lewd noises, both your moans as well as your dripping hole taking his cock.
Yet the toy was just not enough. He came like a virgin whenever you used it on him, but his brain whispered that it would never be enough. Left every orgasm a bit less fulfilling each time. His cock ached as he continued to hump away, curling his body a bit to properly rut into it, almost like a clock wound too tight. His hot huffs of breath fanned over your face, sweat dripping down his face, into his hair and shining in the dim light.
"Please. Please, I want to... I wanna... Please?"
You just laughed softly and gently raised your thighs enough to mimic the feeling of the fleshlight fucking back into him. That was all he needed. Kylar whined and threw his head back, entire body jerking roughly as he came. Cum dribbled over the lips of the toy, seeping over the edges and staining your bare thighs, as well as his own.
Just babbles out his stream of consciousness, saying your hole is so good, that he loves you, that this was always meant to be, that he wants to fill you up up up until you are still dripping his cum days later.
You just stroke his head as he struggles to tug himself out of the toy, knowing that by the time you finally let him fuck you, he'll ruin you properly.
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dirt-str1der · 2 years ago
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every day i wake up abd i see your yakuza posts and its like a daily occurrence
the sun is shining so nicely today :) and i open my phone is the furst thing i see is “i wish kiryu would let me suck him” abd i feel fulfilled
this blog is how i learned about yakuza and i want nothing more than to see it from you
You guys are literally so nice to me... every day i think to myself maybe i wont be so horny to spare my followers from the whorrors and then i open tumblr and immediately type some shit like i wanna strap metal bands to his ankles and deglove his legs with electricity and hit post without even thinking maybe i should give the keyboard a rest today ... i hope every day after this one is beautiful for you .... grins
#Thanks for the ask !#you got me down so well like yeah i do wish kiryu would let me suck him#but if he doesnt then ill just have to do it within a split second so that he doesnt notice#like a lightning strike on his groin. quick attack on his inner labia. one suck and i have his pants back up whistling innocently with my#hands tucked into my pockets and he regards me with suspicion before he unzips his pants to see and ive left him a small box of chocoates#and a love letter and he reads it with one hand while i hug his other arm and blink wetly at him like a seal and then he says sorry i just#dont feel the same way. and i say at least keep the chocolates ..? and he thinks for a moment before going no thank you#and he walks away and then when he rounds a corner he drops my beautiful handcrafted letter into the bin and the camera zooms in on it and#it just says any1 up? who wants 2 suck me#kiryu sees me around often and he approaches me one day like hey are you my new neighbour ? and i go im your stalker#i will catch sight of him coming down the street then i will start squealing and giggling and running back to my house to sift through my#belongings and bring a cinderblock out to the balcony so i can throw it directly at his head then call the ambulance so i can ride inside#with him and watch him concussed as hell with his eyes rolling in his head and i go it will be okay kiryu !!! and he goes mfrrgh#im crawling into the hospital bed with him so i can hug his arm and kiss his shoulder all day and he mumbles that he needs to go to the#toilet and i nod in understanding and kneel at the foot of the bed with my mouth open and he gets angry at me#how nice would kiryu be to hug he is so big and burly and so much space on his beautiful skin for kissing and bite marks. he lifts up his#hospital gown to piss and ive already dove between his legs and started sucking the goop straight out the cervical tap. im jumpscaring him#its like a majima everywhere event but instesd of fighting him i crawl out the sewer and attach my teeth to his ankles and dont let go no#matter how much he shouts at or kicks me because im giggling and so happy we are hanging out#i say all this but if i knew kiryu irl he would be my sweet baby boy who i would go out of my way to give massive discounts to (i work at#the m store and always throw in some free hair gel for him)
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buckyalpine · 10 months ago
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40s Sergeant Barnes with a nurse and a Sergeant kink (and breeding and house wife kink, virginity loss). This was supposed to be a pure smutty drabble but then I got in my feelings and added some fluff and angst but I promise Bucky is still a dirty, nasty little fuck in this. Just with a sweeter ending. The one he deserves.
Listen just imagine what a cute, sexy menace Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes would be just waking up from an injury when his eyes flutter open to the pretty nurse he’s been eyeing from the day he started. You’re not a shy, dainty little thing, nope. Not at all.
You bark out orders like a drill Sergeant and one glare from you is all it takes to get everyone in line and on task without a second thought. Even his superiors are scared of you, biting their tongue when you stitch them up and send them on their way before running off to your next patient.
Bucky was in love.
“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes” he rasps, throwing you a charming smirk while you roll your eyes in response, shaking your head. "How'd I get so lucky, got a my little angel tendin' to me"
“I see your injury hasn’t stopped hurt that mouth of yours Sergeant" You quirk an eyebrow while he playfully huffs as you change the dressing covering a gash on his abdomen. You swab the area clean and he doesn't flinch even though you know it must burn like hell, his muscles tensed while he continues to watch you with heart eyes. "Now you know I'm not your little angel, I got 20 other men to fix up, you better be out of this bed as soon as you're all healed up"
“C’mon sugar, you're breakin' my heart" Bucky gives you a little pout with those perfect lips and you catch the twinkle in his eye as he looks over your form with complete admiration. He loved your sassy, take no shit attitude and it's taking everything in him to calm himself down so he doesn't get a hard on right there in front of you.
"You'd tell that to a cat with three legs if it was in a nurses outfit" You try your best to not give into his flirty comments and puppy eyes, knowing damn well he's a heart breaker but he makes it so difficult when he continues to woo you with his boyish charm.
He can't help but chase after you; catching the way your eyes always dart around with anxiety when his group returns from an operation, relief flooding them when you finally spot him. He loves your indifferent attitude, patting him down to make sure he's uninjured but your furrowed brows and the tiny pout on your lips give away that you're worried.
How can he just let you go. Every time you check over him, he needs you closer.
So much closer.
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"Ms. y/l/n, Sergeant Barnes is requesting you in his tent, he says it's urgent"
You shake your head looking over at the time, quietly making your way over to the tent he's stationed at, thankful that a number of troops were sleeping so you wouldn't be seen as you quickly slip inside.
“And what hurts now” you sass with your hands on your hips seeing the soldier in perfect health, doing your best to assess him without letting him know.
"Always checkin' over me" Bucky chuckles, seeing what you're doing; his words making your cheeks heat up, "Knew you cared about me sugar"
"Well what am I doin' here" You give him an unconvincing huff, struggling to keep your voice steady, refusing to meet his eyes, keeping your gaze on his silver dog tags instead. It doesn't help that he's handsome as hell with a light dusting of scruff covering his cheeks. Bucky's never seen you flustered before and it evokes something in him, all the blood in his body rushing south seeing your fingers twitch.
All he wanted to do was kiss you but now-
“Help your Sergeant out doll” He whispers, taking another step forward till his chest brushes against yours, his hand coming to tilt your chin up, "Will you?"
You gasp feeling his hardness press against your thigh, your heart fluttering wildly as his thumb traces your lips, any semblance of control you had slipping away feeling the warmth of his skin.
“Y-yes Sergeant Barnes”
His lips press against yours, soft and sweet, a stark contrast to the way his body was screaming for him to pick you up and toss you onto his cot.
"Sweet like sugar" He lets his hands fall to your waist, pulling you flush against his body while your arms drape on top of his shoulders. You stand on your toes chasing more of his lips and he chuckles at the needy whine you let out when he pulls away for air.
Now let's say your first night together was actually quite tame. He kisses you again and you swoon when he repeatedly checks in with you before going any further. His hand slips under your skirt, letting his fingers toy with places no on else has touched. With each night, he needs you more and more until he can't hold off any longer and neither can you.
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You sneak into his tent and this time he doesn't hesitate to undress you completely, not when he needs you bare with nothing separating you both. You feel your heart race as he lies on top of you, draping a thin sheet over himself when you shiver at the chill night air. You feel his body heat instantly warm you up, his heavy cock resting between your soaked folds.
"Are you sure, sugar?" He asks, his hand cupping your cheek and stroking your skin.
"Please Sergeant" You whisper and the way you say his title makes his cock twitch. There's something so different about you when you're in his bed, a sweet little bunny giving herself to him completely. It drives him feral with a need to make you feel good, make you cry for his cock and his cock only, to keep you nice and full of him.
You don't look twice at anyone else and here you are completely naked in his tent with your tight little virgin cunt, your legs spread open so he can put his dick in you; there was no way he was ever going to let you go.
"You tell me if it's too much, alright?" His lips tickle your neck as kisses your skin while rubbing his heavy cock through your folds, coating it in your slick, "Breathe for me"
He slips his tags into your mouth as he starts to press in, the initial sting making you bite down hard onto the metal feeling a mix of pleasure and pain. You whine at the way he stretches you open, your thighs squeezing around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders.
"Shhh, that's it love, doin' so good for me so good for your Sergeant, look how you're takin' all of me baby" He looks down to where you're both connected as he continues to slowly push himself in till hes fully sheathed inside you. He gives you time to adjust, slipping his tags out of your lips and letting his tongue lace with yours instead, his balls already throbbing with how tightly you were squeezing his cock.
"Please-Sergeant" your heels press into his ass desperate for him to move, gasping when he starts to slowly roll his hips, barely pulling out.
"I got you love-don't worry" Bucky moves as slowly as he could not wanting to hurt you, taking just as much care of you as you had with him countless of times.
But he can only keep up at that pace for so long. Your muffled whines and moans don't help the way his mind is already spiraling. His pretty little nurse all spread out just for him, taking his raw, bare cock in her soaking pussy, squeezing him so tight, he was only a few strokes from cumming.
If it were up to him he would've proposed on the spot, thinking about making love to you on your wedding night, seeing you all shy and sweet wrapped up in soft white lace. If you were his wife, he'd take you apart every which way, not giving a fuck about traditions, taking you right on the dining room table.
You'd be the prettiest little thing for him to come home to, such a good wife all dirty just for her husband. Only he'd know the way your mouth would slobber all over his cock like your life depended on it. The way you'd moan at the taste of his cum. Bucky's eyes rolled back at the thought of you with nothing but some heels and a string of pearls he'd put around your neck while he stuffed you with cum and emptied his balls in you.
"S-Sergeant-I-oh god" You whimpered feeling his cock grow harder, your pussy pulling him right back in, feeling the coil low in your belly pull tighter and tighter as he hit that spot.
Meanwhile Bucky's jaw clenched as he felt his balls pull tight to his body, the tip leaking steadily in your pussy. His mind spiraled into places he didn't think would exist before he met you, rogue thoughts he only entertained when he had his dick in his hand. The harder he fucked you the more he thought about how gorgeous you'd look with a swollen belly.
Fuck, imagine if he got you pregnant right then and there. That nurses uniform would no longer fit you. Everyone would know he knocked you up, your perfectly round tummy carrying Sergeant James Barnes' baby, breasts heavy with milk, God, he wasn't going to last-
“Gonna let your Sergeant pump you full of cum?” He pants, letting his hands grip onto your hips like his life depends on it, the wiry hair at the base of his cock rubbing against your clit.
“Yes!!” You sob, biting down onto his shoulder to keep your cries down while he continues to fuck you into oblivion. You don't understand how such filth can spew from that pink, pouty little mouth of his. "Please-please-need-youI-I'm gonna-"
"M'yours sweet girl, m'all yours, go on, cum for me love, cum on my cock, it's all yours" He gazed into your eyes, cooing at your parted lips and sweat slicked skin. It didn't take long for you to shatter around him his lips smashing against yours to swallow your moans.
"Want your cum Sergeant" You beg , desperate to have him claim you from the inside.
"Oh fuck baby, y-you can't say that, m-gonna, oh fuckkk" Your words throw Bucky right off the edge as he lets out a deep groan stilling his hips and shooting endless ropes of his spend into you. You both lay in comfortable silence, your fingers playing with his hair; his usual kempt brown locks now disheveled .
“Y’know m’gonna marry you” his scruffy cheek nuzzles into your neck as he continues to stay deep inside you as his cock softens, “after all this is over. Gonna put a ring on that finger”
His words send a different wave of emotions over you, feeling more safe than ever, clinging onto him as tightly as possible. You let a whimper slip out and he pulls away from your neck with an expression of concern.
“What is it love” Bucky coos, wiping away the tears that slip you, stroking your cheek while you bite back a sniffle.
“Do you mean it? After this is all over?” You weren't sure what Bucky would want-there was still a war going on. Anything could happen. Perhaps this was just to keep his bed warm. Something to keep him calm, you were just someone to-
"Of course sugar" Bucky presses a firm kiss to your forehead, silencing the thoughts that tried to run wild. "You're mine"
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And of course he gets his happy ending. Because when it's all over, he gets the ring for the girl he loves. He's on one knee, proposing to you with the sweetest words. He treats you like a princess on your wedding night, making love all night long until the sun is up.
There isn't a surface in the house he's left untouched. Nothing makes him more feral than moaning for his pretty wife, constantly taking her hand and wrapping it around his cock, watching that diamond glint with each stroke.
It doesn't take long for you to feel a little squeamish, knowing all the tell tale signs.
The day you tell him he's going to be a dad is one of the happiest days of his life. There isn't a single night that goes by where he isn't nuzzling his face into your tummy, talking to your little one.
Everything was perfecttt.
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tw: somnophilia
i’ve had to work late for the past few nights and that means i’ve gotten less time with you.
like the last night and the night before that, i get home late again. all the lights are out as i pull my truck into the driveway.
i let out a long sigh as i open the driver door. dragging myself up the driveway, i unlock the door and open it as quietly as i can.
“fucking hell,” i mumble to myself as the screen door squeaks. i’ve been meaning to oil the hinges so it won’t make any noise, but i haven’t had time. maybe tomorrow.
my eyes are somewhat adjusted to the pitch dark house as i drop my keys on the table by the door. i walk down the hallway and into our bedroom.
kicking my shoes off by the doorway, i smile tiredly at your sleeping figure splayed out in bed. the covers are barely on your body, only covering up to your ass.
“thank god you don’t like wearing clothes when you sleep,” i mumble as i strip my shirt and work pants off.
leaving my boxers on, i slip into bed beside you. the bed creaks just a bit but it’s not enough to wake you up. i lean over and press a gentle kiss to the back of your head, inhaling the fresh scent of your shampoo.
you look so peaceful, your bare back and your smooth ass on perfect display. my hand gently traces down your spine and lands just below the curve of your ass.
i grab you, kneading the smooth flesh there. you barely stir from this, only stretching out more for me. almost instinctively.
i had no intentions of doing anything tonight. i’m so damn tired and you’re already fast asleep, but the way you’re spread out for me is an invitation i can’t pass up.
scooting close to you, i throw my right leg over your left, spreading you out just a little more. my hand trails down further, my fingers barely touching your puckered hole before they rest on your cunt.
“oh bunny,” i breathe out, a small smile on my lips. “were you waiting for me?”
you’re dripping wet, indicating that you fell asleep playing with yourself, too tired to finish and too tired to wait for me to help you.
“that’s okay. i’m here now,” i whisper against your skin, my lips tracing against your upper back.
i let a strangled breath out as i slip my boxers off. tossing them carelessly onto the floor, i crawl over you.
“oh fuck,” i moan out. i rub my cock between your ass before i sit back, positioning myself at the entrance of your cunt.
i’m already panting despite not even having entered you yet. i lick my lips and stroke myself a few times before i slowly push into your went cunt.
it’s tight, but the way your sleeping figure is swallowing my cock sends my thoughts spinning. i have to close my eyes despite the darkness.
i keep pushing until i feel my hips pressed against your ass. i stay still for a moment, letting myself take a few deep breaths before i start to slowly thrust.
it’s been days since we’ve fucked but it feels like months. “fuck i’ve missed this, bunny,” i mumble.
i start slow, my grasp on your hips gentle as the soft sounds of my hips hitting your ass fill our bedroom.
after a few more gentle thrusts, i need more. the primal urge to fuck you and fill you is too much.
all at once, my grip on your hips tightens and i start to thrust faster and harder. the sounds of skin on skin becomes louder and more lewd.
a thin layer of sweat forms on my forehead as i use your body for my pleasure.
surprised that you’ve stayed asleep this long, i chuckle softly when you start to shift. i feel your cunt squeezing my cock, signaling that you’re starting to become aware of the situation.
“shhh. you’re okay, bunny,” i whisper as i keep ramming into you.
you don’t bother trying to look back at me as i thrust into your tight hole. burying your face into your pillow, i smile as moans and whimpers spill from your lips.
“need you so bad, baby. i’ve missed you so much,” i pant out.
the tension in my lower belly builds quickly. any other day and i’d be embarrassed that i’m on the verge of cumming. since i’ve not fucked you in days, i feel less embarrassment.
“fuck fuck fuck,” i chant out, my grip on your waist tightening as i get closer to the edge.
“i’m gonna fill you up. gonna take my load like a good bunny, right?” i grunt out.
you just give me a dazed, half-awake nod as you clutch onto your pillow.
the sight is everything i’ve wanted to see these past few days and despite the exhaustion i feel, all that’s on my mind is filling you. breeding you.
“oh fu-uck,” i moan out. in an instant, my body stiffens, my hips flush against you as i feel my orgasm ripple through me. “shit, bunny. take my cum. fuck.”
a shiver rolls through me as i dump the last few drops of my load into you. breathing heavily, i let go of your hips. i keep my cock firmly inside you as i lay on my side, pulling you flush against me.
my cock is twitching inside of you still but i keep lazily thrusting inside you, just wanting to feel as much of your tight heat as i can.
“go back to sleep, bunny. i need to use your little holes a few more times.”
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