#angry bob is hiding there

[simplyholl]

Reckless

Summary: When you act recklessly on a mission, Bucky gets mad at you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI.

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You had really done it now. You made Bucky so mad, he couldn’t even look at you. You were paired together for a mission, and you acted recklessly. You got separated from him and instead of waiting for him, you found the Hydra bunker where they were hiding.

You burst in without a plan and they would have most likely killed you. But Bucky came in and saved you. On the way back, he wouldn’t look at you, speak to you, or even acknowledge your existence.

It took a lot for him to get angry. So you didn’t know how you could fix this. You were such good friends, and he always made time for you. It was going on three days and he ignored every text, call, FaceTime, and knock on his door. You didn’t even know why he was so upset with you. You had done stupid stuff during missions before.

Finally you had enough of the silent treatment, so you waited until it was his normal time to train. He liked to work alone, so you didn’t have to worry about anyone else being there and interrupting you. You made your way to the gym, disappointed that he wasn’t there, nobody was.

You were just about to leave and come up with another plan when you heard someone in the men’s locker room. You hoped it was Bucky as you entered, the smell of soap filled the steamy room. Your sneakers squeaked with every step on the wet tile floor.

You heard Bucky singing some old fashioned song. Following his voice passed the lockers, you step over Thor’s discarded shorts. You shake your head, feeling sorry for the cleaners Tony hired. You see Bucky’s head peaking over the shower door. For a split second, you debate turning around. But you want your friend back more than anything, so you continue all the way to the showers.

“James, we need to talk.” Bucky jumps at the sound of your voice. “What are you doing in here? This is the men’s locker room.” He rolls his eyes, turning towards the spray of water. “You wouldn’t talk to me, I didn’t know when I’d be able to catch you.” He doesn’t answer, instead he picks up the shampoo bottle squirting some into his palm.

“I’m sorry for what I did. I just want you to talk to me.” He reaches up to wash the shampoo out of his hair, eyes closed. “I know you can hear me. Bucky, please?” You beg him but he continues ignoring you. He could be a real asshole when he wanted to. You set your phone down on the bench beside you. You reach down to take off your shoes then your socks.

You grab the handle to the shower door, letting yourself inside. Bucky’s eyes widen as he sees you in the shower with him. He makes an awkward attempt to cover his self. “Get out of here!” You walk over to him, “No! This is the only way to get you to pay attention to me!” You walk closer, “Tell me why you’re so mad at me.”

Bucky watches as the water sprays you, making your already tight workout clothes cling to your body. His throat bobs as he finally answers. “I’m not mad, I’m furious. You weren’t thinking. You never do. You went by yourself when you were told to wait, and if I hadn’t been close by, you would be dead.”

“I do stuff like that all the time, Buck. Why did it make you so upset?” Bucky takes a step toward you, removing his hands from his hardening cock. “Because I care about you! If you were mine, you wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week after that stunt you pulled.”

That was just the answer to send all your worries about crossing boundaries out the window. You press yourself against him, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him. When his lips met yours, it was like you were the only people in the whole world.

His metal hand makes quick work of your sports bra, ripping it right off you. The warm palm of his flesh hand meets your breast. He groans against your neck as his hands travel lower. He jerks your leggings off in one swift motion, throwing them to the side with a wet thud.

You were never so thankful that you didn’t wear panties as you were today. He reaches between you, long fingers dipping into you. You were so wet just from arguing with him, and he knew it. “All this from fighting with me, doll?” He smirks, knowing the effect it will have on you. You clench around his fingers as he curls them upward, his palm gently brushing your clit. “James” you moan, grasping his shoulders for support.

He removes his fingers from you, turning you around so fast that you don’t have time to register how empty you feel now. Bucky presses his body to your back, trapping you between him and the shower door. The cool door makes your nipples harden against it. You feel Bucky’s hard cock rub against the curve of your ass. You try to move to create some type of friction between you, but you can’t. His big body doesn’t budge. He uses his leg to spread you further.

You gasp as he thrusts into you, not giving you any time to adjust to his size before he plunges deeper, bottoming out. You claw at the shower door, as his thrusts grow brutal. His metal arm wraps around your waist, holding you where he wants you while his flesh hand grabs your chin. He tilts your face to look at him, “Are you going to do anything that stupid ever again?” He asks, his cock brushing that spot inside of you that makes your vision go blurry.

You can’t form words, it feels too good. “I expect an answer when I ask you a question.” Your eyes are glossy, you try to answer but you only make sounds. “My pretty baby, she’s too cock drunk to talk. Is that it, doll? Is my cock too much?” You manage to whisper yes, sending his ego into overdrive.

“That’s right, nobody will ever make you feel like I do. I’ll never touch you again, if you don’t follow orders. Am I understood?” Visions of his old army days flood your mind, the band in your stomach threatening to snap. “Y-yes sir.” You stutter. He seems satisfied with your answer, holding you closer to him. His fingers dig into your hip, no doubt leaving bruises, marking you as his.

He snaps his hips one last time, burying his face into your shoulder as he comes inside you. He stays like that for a minute, catching his breath before turning you around. He checks all over your body, his forehead wrinkling as he notices the multiple marks he left behind. “Was I too rough? I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was just so caught up in the moment-“

“It’s okay. I really liked it.” You confess. Bucky sighs in relief, bringing you back under the water, he starts to wash you. “Hey what about me?” Bucky smirks, “What about you?” He washes down your arms. “I didn’t get off.” You state matter of factly. “Oh, I know. Only good girls get to cum.”

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[daddyricsdoll]

“Fuck, I’ll make it fit.” Ollie bearman..I barely see fics of him. Make it long please.

Ohhh well since his f1 debut luckily there’s more fics about him, and he’s becoming more popular so us Ollie girlies can expect more. But also shout out to the people already writing about him!! 💗

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“It would be illegal if we didn’t.” I start pulling Ollie’s fireproof off. Breathing deeply with our bodies close. Answering his question of whether he should touch me in ways we’ve only done once before. But now he’s an F1 driver, it’s different, he’s different. From the way he makes contact to my skin with more confidence and a different type of control he has on me.

My body bare, fully stripped of clothes as it’s only Ollie’s fireproof that’s left on him. My hands forced it down his legs to rest around his knees.

Releasing his dick and watching as it bobs up right in front of me. Precum dripping from his angry, red tip. A silent but devastatingly loud beg to be inside of me.

Forcing my pussy to clench and make it more than certain that I’m dripping. “Please” I breathe out. Moving back and sitting against the massage table, giving me better access to lift and spread my legs wide. Observing the way his eyes lock onto my core, and he fails to suppress a moan. Goosebumps grow along my skin as Ollie begins to align his cock with my entrance. Remembering the pleasurable struggle it was for him to push in last time, and how I’ll never grow accustomed to his size.

Thrusting into me so slowly I can memorise each nanometre. But the burn distracts me from everything else.

“Fuck, I’ll make it fit.” Ollie grunts out. Going deeper and deeper, certain to hit every spot. My hands clenched in tight fists and mouth agape. Whispering a string of “fucks” under my breath. My stomach already tight at the first thrust, so when he makes the next I can’t help but pull him closer to me. Trying to hold control over his actions, but my body somehow feeble after seconds.

Unable to hold back the pornographic sounds leaving my mouth as Ollie pounds inside and out of me. Shifting my whole body with his movements and making it impossible for me to think.

His dick sliding inside and out of me on repeat like a broken record. And my eyes turn glassy from each sensation, whether it’s a sear or throbbing feeling.

Attempting to praise him but words fail to leave my mouth, leaving all the speaking to him. Nearly melting at the way he’d utter words to me. Whether he’d repeat my name or tell me “you’re so good for me.”

Just craving to lay my mouth against his skin, kissing and sucking love bites onto him. Giving him the kind of love that words can’t. I latch my lips onto his skin, favouring his neck and collarbone. Endlessly clenching around his girth when he emits such indescribable but such arousing groans and moans from his pink lips. Matching the same shade as his flushed cheeks.

I could tell how eager Ollie was to release, trying to hide his vulnerability but he knew I could see past that.

“Mmmm ‘been such a good boy, you can come.” I moan out. Barely seconds later Ollie reaches his climax. Pulling my head closer to his to steal my breath in a staggering kiss. Not just stealing my breath, but composure to hold the knot in my stomach. Coming around his dick crying out his name.

Still even after an experience moulded just for me, I need more. As my addiction to Ollie becomes even more compelling, I bring my mouth to his ear, only warning him for my spree. “How many points did you get again?” I whisper, grinding my hips and watching the avidity grow on his face.

[fictionalwench]

Want

Jim Hopper x Reader

Warnings: smut, age gap, size kink slightly, praise, foul language, Jim being fucking oblivious.

Hoppers old.

Or getting there at least.

And he knows it.

   But somehow you're still here in his bed, your youthful cheek squished against his chest, your arm thrown around his middle that he knows isn't as toned as it used to be. 'A Dad bod,' you'd called it. Said it was hot. He'd just rolled his eyes, giving your ass a playful swat.

   You'd met when you began secretary work at the police station. It was a long, pining heavy minute before he ever approached you romantically. You'd flirted with him, or tried, but he couldn't possibly fathom someone as young and vibrant as you wanting him. He'd tried to avoid you, despite working so closely together. That all changed one night when he had to stay late to do paperwork, and you'd volunteered to stay behind to help. He'd tried insisting you go home, telling you he'd take care of it, saying you should get some rest. But you'd stayed, helpfully pointing out that it'd go twice as fast with 2 people.

   So there he was, 1am with the prettiest girl to give him any attention in a long time, your thigh bumping his under the table. He crosses his legs. Partially to put space between the two of you, partially to hide the growing tent at the front of his pants.

The view you'd given him wasn't helping. The white button down you wore was slightly undone at top, unbuttoned in you're frustration, allowing him a view of your breasts swelling past the top of your bra everytime you bent to retrieve your dropped pen.

   You're barely through half the stack of reports and files when you suddenly stand and lean across him, your hair in his face, your chest brushing his arm.

   'Sorry Cheif, just looking for the notes that go with this case,' you explained, flipping through the stack. He let out an involuntary groan, the scent of your shampoo flooding his senses, his cock straining painfully against his pants. If you heard, you never let on, finding the folder you were looking for and sitting back down. Looking back now, the memory makes him chuckle, wondering how he'd been so oblivious to your advances.

   'I'm gonna..ima run to my office quick,' he said, standing and turning quickly, 'left some notes somewhere in my desk. Might be a minute.'

   'O-oh! Take your time!' You told him, but you looked-and it had to be his mind playing tricks on him-disappointed? He shook his head as he hurried off to his office, quickly shutting the door behind him, fumbling with his belt, desperate for some relief from the pressure. He fell back into his chair, giving his throbbing cock a couple long pumps.

   'Fuuuck,' he breathed, precum leaking out of the angry red tip and onto his fingers. He used it to glide his hand over himself with ease, moaning as he imagined it was your spit, your pretty lips wrapped around him, bobbing your head up and down, those big innocent eyes staring into his. Your name tumbles from his mouth, sweet on his tongue.

   Just as he felt his release rising in him, there was a knock on the door.

His door.

That he forgot to lock.

    There was no time to stuff himself back into his pants before you're opening the door and peaking your head in, so he just spun his chair to face front, hiding his lap under his desk.

   'Hop? Everything good? You find those papers?' You asked, knitting your eyebrows together, making him want to kiss the bump that formed between them.

   'Oh, yea, no, sorry,' he said a little too quickly, 'I uh, I think Flow might have had them last, but she keeps her desk locked at night. No big deal.' He shrugged, wishing you'd take his explanation and leave. He was still exposed under his desk, twitching, his release still sitting on the brink.

   Instead of leaving, you stride into the room, shutting the door behind you, 'maybe they're still in here. Here, lemme che-,' you'd walked around the edge of his desk and he'd nearly jumped to stop you.

   'No! That's REALLY ok, it doesn't matt-,' he didn't speak quickly enough, watching in horror as you shut the drawer open next him, finally exposing his dirty secret to yourself. He braced himself, ready for you to scream, ready for you to call him a dirty old man, a pig, ready for the profanities to spill like venom from the mouth he'd wished so many times to kiss.

   But it never came. You just stood there, your mouth open in a small O shape, your clear and intelligent eyes wide.

   'I'm so sorry,' he breathed, and moved to pull his pants back up, his face cherry red, 'God, I'm sorry, please-' you stopped him in his tracks, resting your small, soft hand on one of his large calloused ones. You bit your lip and looked up through your lashes at him, and he swears he's never wanted anyone or anything like he did in that moment.

   'I thought- thought you-,' you spoke softly, fumbling over your words, and then you whispered 'I thought you didn't want me.'

   He pulled you forward by your waist at this, leaning his forehead against yours and breathing out shakily, 'you have no idea how long I've wanted...' He trailed off, brushing his hands lightly over both sides of your face, like you're delicate and precious, like he could break you if he touched you too hard.

He wanted to break you.

   'Can- can I?' He looked at your lips as he asked his half question. He didn't need to finish. You knew what he meant because you wanted the same thing. You nodded slowly and bit your lip again. He threw  his head back and whispered a curse under his breath, and sighed, 'let me do that for you.'

   He kissed you softly at first, his pointer finger and thumb tilting your head by your chin. And then he got hungrier, greedier. He kissed you like you were fresh air and he was a man drowning, his fingers digging so hard into your sides that you could imagine his fingerprints bruising onto your skin, his teeth nipping the soft flesh. He kissed down your jaw and neck, his stubble scratching and tickling your skin in just the right way, and you moaned, digging your nails into his back. He pulled you down onto his thigh, one leg on each side of his, the pressure and friction on your clit making you dizzy.

   'So damn beautiful,' he said it against your skin, like it pained him, and it did. In his mind, this was a fluke. There was no way you'd want him more than once. Sex with an older man, that's all it was. Just a taboo to you.

   So when you ran your hands down his chest and sang his praises, he thought he was going to melt right then and there.

   He put his hands on your hips and began guiding you on his thigh, relishing the way your eyes flit back into your head. 'Yeah sweet girl? Feel good? Come on, ride my thigh, get yourself nice and wet for me. That's a good girl' he growled the last part, ripping open your shirt, the snap buttons coming open with a loud CLACK. He bent his head and softly kissed your chest, sucking and leaving hickeys anywhere that wasn't covered by your bra.

   As if reading his mind, you reached around and undid the clasp, letting both your shirt and your bra fall off your shoulders. He felt his breath hitch in his throat as he looked at you. The moonlight from the window behind him illuminating your skin, your head thrown back and your eyes shut tight as you ground yourself onto him. The need to be close to you was settled in his very bones, every fiber of his being wanted you like an addict wants a drug.

   He had so much he wanted to do. He wanted to sit you on the desk and bury his face between the pillowy thighs he so often found himself daydreaming about. Wanted to see you bruising your knees for him, your eyes glassy while he hits the back of your throat. But all that could wait. He needed you too badly to take his time, to worship your body like the alter it was to him.

   'Want me pumpkin? Hm? Need me to stretch you out good? Make you feel full?' He purred, brushing the hair from your face. You could hardly answer, your mind already so scrambled for him, babbling your pleas and cries.

   He lifted you by your thighs, his hands finding home on your ass under your skirt as he held you above him, ready to lower you down onto him. He couldn't believe his luck as he watched you in wonder, his head falling forwards and into the crook your neck as you lowered yourself onto him, your tightness wrapping around him, ripping a loud, full moan from his throat. He helped you bounce, keeping you upright as you fucked yourself onto him, kissing him hard and deliberately.

   'Jus' like that honey. Fuck, you're so good. Wanted you for so long. Drive me absolutely insane,' you felt him say against your lips. He hugged you tight to him, one hand cradling the back of your head, and bucked his hips up into yours, holding you and cooing sweet praises as he used you, just like he always wanted to. The amount of times he'd imagined this exact scenario at night, when the only one to keep him company was his hand, was uncountable.

   He could feel his orgasam rising again already, and he would have been disappointed in himself if he couldn't feel you reaching your own breaking point.

   'Gonna cum for me? Hm? Gonna cum for your Police Cheif like a good little whore?' Oh, he was loving this. 'Where do you want it baby? Where do you want me to cum? All over that pretty face? On those perfect tits of yours?'

   You're were panting, your face pressed to his shoulder as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

   'Jim- I,' you stumbled over your words, moaning as he hit your sweet spot over and over again, 'pill. Have the pill.'

   His head spun, 'yea? Want me to fill you up with my cum? I wanna see it leaking all over those perfect fucking thighs of yours, oh FU-' he almost loses himself to his own words, hips slamming messily against your ass.

   'Cum for me princess. That's it, be a good girl, scream it for me.'

   And you did, your release white hot. You pulled down the collar of his shirt, biting his shoulder, leaving teeth marks he was still admiring in the mirror the next day.

   He followed you closely, shooting thick, hot ropes inside of you, moaning and cursing, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head as you shook against him.

   'Did so good f'me honey. Made me cum so hard. God,'  he buried his face in your neck and breathed in, high off the scent of you and him mixed together.

  

Now, as you stir against him, whining softly in your sleep when he kisses your forehead because he just can't help himself, he smiles softly.

   He might be old, but damn do you love him. And if a few gray hairs don't bother you, then he can keep coping with it.

[love-byers]

the first time i saw this, when i was NOT a byler shipper, i thought el was running TO mike. i thought we were getting a sweet moment where el runs to mike and he puts an arm around her or hugs her.

then i realized she was running away from him. 

and i was like, why?? they're supposed to be the couple why does she not want his comfort??

and even after will calls her out on doing mike wrong by lying to him, even after she sees that mike is attempting to talk to her and comfort her, that he's not angry at her, she still tells angela to lie to mike. more lies. that's how much she cares about keeping up the persona. had angela lied to mike, el would've continued lying to him the entire week. something she knows in her heart is wrong and not fair to mike.

this is a theme in s4. putting who you want to be seen as before being honest with your bf/gf. going above and beyond to preserve your lie, to be seen as who you want to be.

chrissy does that with jason. who she portrays herself as is completely different than who she really is and what she's really going through. jason has absolutely no idea chrissy is struggling and refused to believe chrissy would buy drugs, because chrissy didn't want to tell him. who knows how jason would've reacted if chrissy was honest, we don't know because chrissy didn't trust him enough to tell him. that's not love at all, that's sad.

this is a point in s2 as well. murray calls nancy out for being afraid to be her true self, and she stays with steve because she doesn't have to be her true self around him. she is her true self when she's with jonathan, and that's why they worked together. that's love.

the exact same thing happens with chrissy. the first time we see her genuinely smile is when she's with eddie. she's sweet and charismatic, and had she lived she totally would've gone to eddie's show, something you never would've expected from her, something her boyfriend, the person she pretends to love, would NEVER do.

robin and steve reinforce this too

you fall in love with the person who makes you feel accepted, the person who makes you feel like you can be who you are. the person you trust with your true self.

mike and el don't trust each other enough, they don't understand each other well enough.

they would have to change their behavior towards each other by leaps and bounds, and we're already at the last season. there is no time for that. stranger things isn't a multi season show about the complexity of romantic relationships and the healthy way to resolve problems. there is no time for that in just about any movie or show, especially a sci-fi show. you know what's way easier and way more likable? pairing your character with someone they naturally click with, who bring out the best in each other and for some reason can't help but be their authentic selves when they're with each other.

did it with jancy, like i said earlier

did it with lumax. when lucas and max talked on the bus max found herself spewing about things she'd never even said out loud before, and she had to stop herself. something about lucas just made her feel comfortable, like she could be herself and tell the truth. she trusted him.

"You're nothing like your brother, okay? You're cool and different, you're super smart, and you're like, totally tubular."

jopper too! joyce constantly had to hide things from bob, she was insecure about their family not being normal.

"This is not a normal family."

"It could be."

though bob had good intentions, the message of the show is not trying to be normal when you aren't. whatever it is about you that makes you weird or different, whatever you've been through that changed you, stay true to it. dont bottle it up and try to be someone else. all of vecnas victims in s4 were doing this, and it didn't end well for them.

they even did it with dustin and suzie. dustin constantly tries to impress max with his teeth, then in season 3 he says suzie thinks kissing is better without teeth. he doesn't have to be insecure about that or try to impress her. she likes him for him.

mike isn't comfortable being his true self around el either. he's insecure about his interests, he feels like he has to act older and cooler to impress her.

you shouldn't be with the person you feel you have to impress. you should be with the person who relieves that pressure, who makes you feel like being the authentic you is enough.

jonathan and nancy, lucas and max, joyce and hopper, dustin and suzie,

cough WILL AND MIKE cough...

[vivwritesfics]

(Oh My God) They Were Roommates

Chapter Five - One Step Further

Lando Norris and Y/N L/N were teammates. Tension had been between from the minute they started driving together and, when it only got worse, McLaren CEO Zac Brown decides there's only one solution: Have them live together.

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Warnings: blowjob, masturbation, cum swallowing

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Lando Norris was incredibly frustrated.

It wasn't fair, that he had to live with her, in this perpetual state of frustration because she was comfortable enough to walk around in pyjama shorts now.

It wasn't fair, the way she sat almost close enough to touch but he couldn't. He wasn't fair, the way her shirt rode up, revealing everything when she reached for something in the kitchen.

He had to do something about it, because he was suffering.

As he was racing on the sim, on his shitty set up, there was a knock on the door. Y/N pushed it open, holding the doorframe as she leaned forward, into the room. "Want something to eat?" She offered and Lando ended his race several laps early.

He followed her into the kitchen and she passed him a plate of whatever she had made. The two of them sat on the sofa, watching a mindless sitcom as they ate.

This was their normal.

Except, Lando couldn't stop himself from watching her. Shit, she was something else. But Lando didn't want to make any mistakes. As soon as he had eaten, he was back in his bedroom, crashing his McLaren on the sim.

Y/N looked towards his bedroom door, which was partially open, whether he knew it or not, she didn't know.

But she got on with her evening, having a shower, cleaning her teeth and getting into bed.

Oddly enough, the only time Y/N slept well was during a race weekend. When she should have been out of her mind with anxiety, she slept like a baby.

But, in her apartment, she couldn't sleep. She could hear everything from Lando's bedroom, his angry shouts as he gamed, even though he was loud, they were somewhat comforting and did help her to sleep.

This time, though, it wasn't the gaming she was hearing. She knew exactly what it was, but she didn't let it phase her.

There comes a time most nights where Y/N would notice how little she had to drink that day. She was an athlete, staying hydrated was important. But it was so easy to forget to drink, especially with how busy she was.

She pulled herself from beneath the warmth of her covers and walked towards the kitchen. She reached into her cupboard and pulled a large mug from the cupboard.

As she filled it with water, she couldn't hear anything from Lando's room.

But then, as she sipped, she turned on her heel as she sipped the water, and nearly spat it out.

There he was, head thrown back as he gripped his cock. His eyes were shut as he pumped his hand up and down his length and, if she was just a little closer, she was sure she would have heard him moaning.

She placed her water onto the kitchen table and moved closer to his bedroom door, trying to get a better look. She leant against the doorframe, keeping herself hidden from sight.

Not that Lando would have seen her. His eyes were squeezed shut, throat bobbing as he swallowed around his moans.

From her place by the door, she could hear what he was moaning, hear as her name left his lips in breathy moans. "Holy fuck, Y/N," she heard his whisper, gripping himself tighter.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, she took a brave step forward into Landos room. He seemed to hear it as the door squeeked open and the floorboards creaked under her weight.

"Holy fuck, Y/N!" He cried, although his time it wasn't sexy.

With a panicked look in his eye, Lando rushed to turn away from her, to hide his erection. "What the hell are you doing?" He hissed, unable to hide his embarrassment.

But Y/N didn't seem to care. As if in a trance she walked over to him and grabbed a hold of his gaming chair, turning it to face her. She continued looking in his eyes as she got down onto her knees and placed her hands on his thighs.

"W-what're you doing?" He asked again, his voice shaking.

There was no resistance as she pulled his hands away from his erection, letting it spring free. "Are you okay with this?" She whispered, reaching towards him.

Lando nodded his head, letting out a breathy confirmation. His eyes followed her as she reached towards him, her fingers wrapping around him. She pumped her hand once, twice, and moved her face forward, licking him.

He let out a shuddering breath as she wrapped her lips around his tip, swirling her tongue around him. She sucked, just the tip, and Lando uncontrollably bucked his hips, trying to get her take more of him into her mouth.

She obliged, taking him further into her mouth. Her eyes shut for a moment as she choked on his length, but she pushed through it, determined to bring him pleasure. She pulled back, staring into his blue eyes and she licked him again, her tongue following the vein.

"Fuck me, don't stop," he said, his head thrown back as he reached for her head, holding her head as she sucked him again.

Her eyes were shut as she continued to suck, bringing him closer to the edge. Lando couldn't stop himself from lacing his fingers through her hair, moving her up and down as he bucked his hips forward, out of the chair.

Drool ran down her chin as she continued, her hand moving at his base, working in tandem with her mouth. "Fuck, I'm gonna..."

He held her hair, trying to pull her off of him, but Y/N stayed where she was. She continued to suck, bringing him to orgasm.

She held him in her mouth as he came, spilling onto her tongue. Releasing him, Y/N met his gaze, staring at him as she swallowed. "I..." Lando began, but no words came out.

Standing up, Y/N brushed off her now aching knees and left the bedroom. She closed the door behind her, grabbed the mug of water from the table, and walked into her own bedroom.

With her bag against the door, Y/N let out a breath. Holy fuck. Holy fuck, had that really just happened?

He was her roommate, her fucking teammate, and she had just sucked him off. She'd watched him, listened as he moaned her name, and she'd joined him. She'd swallowed his fucking cum.

It was a line that never should have been crossed, but they had crossed it. It should have been mortifying, but she had loved it, every minute of it. She wanted to do it again.

Before she walked over to her bed, Y/N opened her door slightly. She threw off her clothes as she sauntered over to her bed and crawled under the covers, her fingers travelling down to her cunt.

***

"You did what?!"

It was the early hours of the morning and Lando was out at the gym with his trainer. Y/N hadn't said hello to him that morning, but she'd watched through the crack in her bedroom door as he left the apartment.

As soon as he was done, Y/N sat against her bedroom door and called her best friend. She chewed on her nails as she waited for her best friend to pick up.

"What's up love?" Her friend asked.

Y/N gave her a rundown of everything that had happened the night before, leaving out some of the more intimate details. Even when she had said it, it didn't feel real, didn't feel like it had actually happened.

When she was finished, her friend let out a laugh. "No fucking way," she said, her hand clamped over her mouth. "You're not serious. You actually sucked off Lando?"

"It's not funny!" Y/N insisted. "What the hell am I going to do?"

"Well, what do you want to do?" Her friend asked slowly, carefully. "Like, do you want to forget it ever happened? Or, do you... want it to happened again?"

Y/N swallowed thickly. How was she ever meant to admit that she wanted it to happen again? He was her teammate, her rival, her roommate.

"Okay, well I got a plan," her friend said, knowing her answer. "Listen closely," she said and Y/N did just that.

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[blondbrat]

PERVERT!CORIOLANUS SNOW

includes ; 18+ fem!reader. pervert!coryo. male masturbation. sexual illusions. sexual obsession. possessive!coryo.

you were so pretty, so mean — like a pristine prize created purely for coryo

the way your hand shot up when the teacher asked a question you obviously knew — which was them all. the way your eyes scanned the thick paged books like u were devouring the words themselves

he couldn’t help but stare, no, more than that, look at you the way you looked at the brilliant words plastured on the nude colored pages. because he was hungry. and you were his pretty prey

his cold, untouchably irresistible brat — whom coryo loved seeing the way your pretty face furrowed in challenge whenever he got called on first. shooting you his famous smirk.

he was obsessed with your attention — your eyes, your brain and fuck, your body.

coriolanus swore those little schoolgirl miniskirts you insisted on wearing would be the death of him ! and those pure white shirts? with your perky, busty tits? he was convinced you did it just for him — his cruelly taunting addiction

how could he not? how could he not grow instantly hard at the sight — his thick, demanding cock bulging against the seams of his trousers. throbbing as he watched your mean little mouth spur answer after fucking answer

the very creases of his pants were driving him insane — but not nearly as much as the thought of that mouth wrapped around his shaft. coating him in your bratty spit as you bob and gag all around him

the fantasy of your red lipstick curling around his angry head, leaving a crimson ring

he watched you squirm in your seat — merely getting more comfortable. and he groaned at the sight. god fucking hell, how you would feel writhing in his lap. trying so hard not to whimper as he grinds you agaisnt him — lacy panties becoming awfully wet. your glistening essence.

god, imagining you dripping has his dick twitching. how he would drag his red tip through your drooling folds, coating his length in your slick, sweet wetness.. fuck, his balls tightened at the fantasies rolling through his head

and the way you bit your fucking lips… — before he knew his cock was bulging agaisnt his hand, panting as he hid in the academy bathroom.

hiding wasn’t the right word — not when his wrist was snapping, pumping into his hand like a fleshlight. his blue eyes screwed shut, you were in his head, you were the reason he was fucking his hand. flicking his wrist ever so slightly that he was groaning

because oh god, if it was your tight little cunt or your wet mouth.. he’d be cumming within fucking moments. just like he was know, the white, sticky ropes staining his toned abdomen

soon, it would be you bent over the sink, ass bouncing as he slams into your gummy pussy, you who becomes covered in his sticky mess as he coats your silken walls in his white cum

you were his prey

[phyrestartr]

Their Burning Bodies Keep Us Warm (1/2) | Sukuna x M!Reader

W/C: 3.4k #NSFW, top!Sukuna, bottom!Reader, ABO dynamics, cannibalism, mentions of sex trafficking, mentions of cults, questionable relationship, suggested Stockholm syndrome, post-apocalypse, enemies to friends to lovers, angst, drama, gore, typical zombie shite, not rlly edited kekw SORRY

tags: @flowersatwork @tr4nniez @kamote-kuneho @prettorett @better-imagination-9

You ran. Even when your lungs tore apart, your legs burned to ash, your mind split and ruptured, you ran. 

The destination was simple: anywhere. Anywhere away from the hell hole you'd been swept up into–a camp full of soldiers getting hopeful little bugs stuck in a honeypot with promises of safety and a life well-lived despite the end of the world. A colony. A chance to stop hoping to simply survive. 

But that wasn't what happened. You and so many others were victims of a breeding ring–a puppy mill, so to speak. One where those able to bear young were forced to. One where a hivemind fooled the naive into thinking this was all for the ultimate goal of repopulation, for a chance to reclaim the world should the infected finally fall.

Yet humans, as smart and powerful as the hive claimed, had already lost once, and now twice as they lit their humanity ablaze for the greater evil of satisfying twisted desires under the guise of necessity. You couldn't take it anymore. 

So, you ran. 

Then, you saw a light. Just faintly. It whispered promises of warmth in the cold deadness of Winter's night; you couldn't help but be drawn to it like a moth to a flame. 

But that meant someone was inside, too, which could be a blessing or a curse–if they found you, sidling up to the house, listening for signs of life or unlife, they could turn you in to the men chasing you; on the other hand, you might find a friend. A companion. A safe person to sleep by at night. To eat with. To talk to. That'd be nice. 

Your daydreams shattered when the voices of those soldiers echoed in the empty streets of the town you'd found yourself in. You peeked from your perch by the front door of the house, and ducked out of view when you saw two bobbing lights flicking and scanning over the snow. 

Shit, shit, shit. You swallowed thickly, trying to thick through the frost biting you and the snow melting on your bare arms. What were the odds they'd be able to follow your scent? All the way down to the spot where you hid beneath the front steps? It was hard to track another when it was raining, so snow had to be the same, right? So why were they coming closer and closer, why were their voices becoming hushed and their words rushed, why were they–

The door above you slammed open with the unmistakable sound of a gunshot. You covered your mouth with a shaky hand, hoping the boom coupled with your stalker's shocked, angry barking (just one voice?) stifled whatever pathetic squawk you garbled out. 

It must've. Because the person--the man--standing on the weather-worn deck above you laughed, and stepped down the creaky stairs with heavy, lazy steps before following that soldier's voice. 

Go, go, go. You forced yourself to move, pushing yourself up the steps under the cover of barked threats and the outbreak of a fight. You thought men like that stuck together. That they'd help each other out with delivering omegas back to one another. That they'd invite him to join their diabolic cult–especially when the thick scent of alpha filled your lungs.

You swallowed thickly, your inner omega going wild with curiosity and wonder and a need to curl up in the musk and laze in it all day, but your petrified self picked up the slack and kept you in motion, kept you scrambling for a place to hide. Staying the night was the plan–you wouldn't be able to survive outside, not like this. Not with a t-shirt, worn joggers and runners being your only defense against the cold. 

What happens in the morning? He'd no doubt catch your scent. He'd no doubt realize he had an unwelcome guest. What would he do with you? What would he do to you? 

“I don't care,” You breathed as you jammed yourself into the darkness of a bedroom closet and burrowed into whatever lay on the floor. “I don't care.”

And that was true; being a slave to one was better than being a slave to many. 

–

His eyes shone red.

You weren't sure if you woke in the night to find the demon. You didn't know if your dreamscape simply enjoyed tormenting you. But the burns left by that searing, glowing gaze were real. 

He stood there. Features melded with shadow. Body engulfing the snowy light of night. Staring down at you. Quiet. Still. Inhuman. 

Only your shaky breathing filled the thick, damp void of silence his presence brought. What were you supposed to do? What were you supposed to–

He closed the closet doors, and his lumbering footsteps sauntered away.

–

When morning came, the stranger was not so willing to leave you alone. 

You thought you were being quite crafty, quite sneaky with how you planned on escaping; you waited for sounds of his to stop in a far-off room, then you donned yourself in whatever gear and warm clothes you could find in the closet, and then you carefully, so so so carefully, opened the closet doors and–

“Leaving already, little omega?” A deep, playful voice taunted from the doorway of the room, just out of sight; if you pushed the doors all the way open, you'd see the man standing in the doorway to the left. 

But your hands fumbled alongside your heart. Your voice died in your throat. 

You were caught.

A large hand gripped the side of the closet door and pulled it open. You stumbled backwards, heart shattering from its frosted paralysis to jump into overdrive. 

Because the man, the alpha standing before you, was unlike anything you'd seen before. 

He was tall. His shoulders stretched wide and, judging from the strain of his shirt, his build was formidable and downright predatory. Muscle shifted and adjusted under an expanse of gilded skin everytime the beast moved, changing from looming over you to leaning against the doorframe. Maybe in an attempt to make himself smaller. More likely because of his cocky laziness. 

The smirk plastered on his face bore the same arrogance, too. As did the care in brushing back his hair and actually looking presentable in the guts of a fucking apocalypse. But maybe he relished in the anarchy. You could only assume so much from tattoos marking his skin and the mirth gleaming in hellborne eyes. 

“Go on,” the man drawled, hooking a thumb into his belt, bringing your attention to the thick knife strapped to his side, “Let's hear your pretty voice.” 

“I wasn't gonna stay,” you choked out, and the demon in front of you smiled wider. “I just–I saw your light, and–” 

“And you walked on in without even knocking.” He sighed and shook his head. “Kids these days.” 

“M'not a fucking kid,” You bit out, surprising the both of you with your venom. You thought you'd lost it long ago, but maybe not. 

The man laughed, showing off his brutal, jagged canines. You swore you saw red staining them. 

“You've got some bite, huh? Like that in a bitch.” He stepped closer, and you tried to meld into the wall of clothes behind you, but failed to escape the calloused hand that grabbed you by the jaw and forced your head up, down and around as he inspected you like a piece of meat.

You tried to pull away, tried to turn your head to break free from his grasp. “Don't fucking touch me–”

“Hah. This how you tried to get those alphas off of you?” He taunted, grinning at your sudden wide-eyed stare. “No wonder they used you up like a–” 

You headbutted him and kneed him in the dick before pushing past him and running. Your head pounded thanks to your stupid opener, but at least it worked. Now, you just had to get out of the damn house and–

“OMEGA.” 

–and escape from the devil chasing you. 

His growling voice ripped through your skull like a chainsaw revving to life as you threw yourself down the stairs and out the front door. You slipped and slid, nearly falling and breaking your fucking neck on the porch, but you caught yourself and made a break for the street as the thundering of footsteps clamoured after you. 

Churned snow painted in sour shades of rusted red greeted you. You could almost envision the struggle, the stabbing, the warmth bleeding from their bodies as they died for their selfish desires. It chilled you, gave you pause–and that's where you fucked up. 

The horizon reeled and spun when a heavy body crashed into you and pinned you to the ground. You gasped, straining to catch the breath that'd been punched from your lungs, failing to stop the burning in your chest as your face froze against the pavement. 

“Wily little cunt, huh?” The stranger breathed, rage and amusement fighting through his words. “You bring that much fight to the sack, omega? Hey?” 

You tried to rip free or push him off or something as he taunted you, but you couldn't. You were trapped. Again. Again.

“Fuck you,” you spat. “I'd rather fucking die than–”

You froze. The slow, stuttering shamble of footsteps pricked your ears before low, ungodly moaning and wheezing rattled through the streets. The noise was quiet, but so loud to a frightened deer. 

“Lookit that,” your captor whispered, leaning down to your ear, “Guess God heard your prayer.”

Your heart hammered. “Get off, get off.” Your voice quaked and broke as you thrashed beneath him. “Please.” 

“Thought you said you'd rather die.” His knee ground into your back and you bit back a yelp. 

“Please.” The diabolic gasping came closer, became more frantic as the thing saw you. You couldn't see it, but they always got so fucking excited and loud when they saw fresh, living meat. You knew it was coming. 

“Ah-ah, can't let you go. Your buddy won't be able to catch up and end things for ya.” The stranger cackled something hideous and unnerving. “That'd be a right fucking shame.” 

“Let me up,” You begged.

“Not yet.”

It got closer.

“Please!” 

“No.” 

Just a metre away, now.

“I'll stay.” 

The scent of alphan approval washed over you.

“Good pet.”

You were pulled up and off the snowy ground with ease as soon as you submitted. You even vaguely saw the man kick the undead back with ease, sending it toppling over into the snow and stuck on its back like a helpless turtle. Its motor functions were shot in this weather. It probably wouldn't be getting up for a while. 

You wondered if you were going to suffer the same fate: stuck on your back, unable to move, at the mercy of a sick freak you accidentally met while running away from other lunatics. You were doomed. But at least you were alive. At least you'd be warm.

The pink-haired menace locked up the door before throwing you down onto the couch with little grace. You would have been more mad if the purring roil of the fireplace didn't breathe warm gusts of comfort over you. And, well, you weren't being dragged into a bedroom and tied down. Not yet, at least. 

The make matters worse, the man didn't really say much. Just closed the blinds and ensured the entrances and windows were secured while you sat still and quiet, patient lest you suffer a worse fate. 

He glanced at you over his shoulder before returning to the task at hand. “If I wanted to kill your sorry ass, I woulda done it last night,” he said into the quiet of the room. 

You remembered those eyes staring down at you. How inhuman and evil they were. How much fear they bred in you. And now, you had to accept how real that was. 

He sat down on the coffee table in front of you and leaned towards you, resting his elbows on his knees, holding your gaze with his own. 

“Here's what's gonna happen,” he said, low and dangerous. “I'm gonna let you stay. Real nice of me, yeah? I'll give you food, water. Keep you warm, keep you safe from all the bullshit going on outside. Sounds good, doesn't it?” 

You looked over his face, brows furrowed, heart pounding so loud you almost couldn't hear him. But you nodded for fear of what he'd do otherwise. 

He smiled, satisfied. “Good. And in return,” he started, letting a hand slip up to your knee, “You'll make like a good little whore and keep my bed warm. Fair deal, don't you think?” 

You nodded. It wasn’t like you had a choice, anyway.

–

Sex with the man–Sukuna, as you’d come to learn–wasn’t the worst thing imaginable; for one, he had some level of patience and tact when it came to stretching and lubing you up for your occasional “duties,” which put him in your “good book” right away (Christ, your standards had fallen so low). 

Secondly, he didn’t make you participate. He’d command you in the same way each time (“face down, ass up, don't bite”), and he'd have his way with you. He never made you kiss him. Never demanded you speak. Never bullied you. He seemed like he just wanted to stuff his cock somewhere warm and forget about the world for a bit.

And you didn't really mind it. Sometimes. you almost looked forward to it. Sometimes, you let little noises escape when he railed you into the bed with reckless abandon. Sometimes, you wanted his hands on you just a little longer. 

Because when he wasn't fucking you, he might disappear out of the blue and leave you all alone, only to return a week later with supplies and clothes, unperishable goods and other random odds and ends he found along the way. Once, he even found a retro game store and scooped up an endless supply of gameboy advance and colour games and consoles. Another time, he carried home a bag full of weather-worn books. 

What'll it be today? You wondered when you caught sight of the man wandering back up the steps. He cursed under his breath as he messed with the lock for an eternity, and you took the opportunity to scurry away from the living room to put some distance between the two of you just in case; at this point, you didn't expect him to hurt you, but wild animals were unpredictable, even when seemingly domesticated.

“Fuckin' shit-ass door,” Sukuna grumbled as he nudged it open before kicking it closed and locking up. “Need to fix that shit.” 

You peered down at him from your perch halfway up the stairs and watched him saunter around, heavy boots clunking on the floors you just washed as he looked around. You had to wonder who the hell had taught him shoes inside was okay. 

“Where the fuck is that little bitch,” he mumbled, walking out of your line of sight. He traipsed through the bottom floor thoroughly before walking past the stairs again, pausing, rewinding, and meeting your patient statre. “The fuck are you doing?”

I don't want you to bite me; I don't know if you'll randomly kill me if you're in a bad mood; I don't trust you like that, all ran through your head, but none felt like a good option to admit to. So, you shrugged.

Sukuna sighed, loud and laced with an aggravated growl. “Downstairs. Now. Need you to do something.” 

Your brows furrowed slightly. Normally, you weren't asked to do much. The sudden command had your skin itching. 

“Now.” 

“Coming.” You tried to control the quivering of your legs on your descent to him, and just prayed he didn't notice. 

He stared down at you with narrowed eyes and a bit of a sneer before he leaned over, sniffing for your scent, circling around you a few times, and finally rubbing his wrist against your neck to half-heartedly re-mark you. 

You cleared your throat. “Is that it?” 

Sukuna scoffed and turned away, grabbing the medical bag from the kitchen cabinet and dumping it on the counter. “You know how to sew, yeah?” 

“Well, yeah. I can sew.” You approached warily as he gestured you closer. 

“Hah. Good to know you're not completely fucking useless.” He sat down heavily onto a bar stool and shrugged off his jacket and shirt before turning his back to you; a long, jagged gash marred his skin with trails of dark, gooey ichor and scarlett smears. Whatever had happened was serious.

“Holy shit,” you breathed, scrambling to look through the medical bag to find something, anything, that seemed like it'd help. You found some essentials: gauze, tape, bandages, antibiotic cream, disinfectant wipes. But you'd definitely need more than a few dinky wipes to deal with his back.

You felt his eyes on you as you puttered around the kitchen, grabbing this and that and some other things before returning to his side with salt, bottled water, and booze in-hand. 

Sukuna quirked a brow. “The fuck is all that for?” 

You jumped a bit when his voice interrupted your whirling thoughts. “I–gonna, um, try to make some kinda…saline. To clean it.” You cleared your throat again and set the mostly-empty bottle of sake by him. “That's for…y'know.”

“Loud and clear,” Sukuna sighed, dreading what was to come, and took a long, long drink from the bottle.

You pursed your lips and nodded to yourself before starting to mix the salt and water together in the bottle. You weren't sure what the ratio should be, but you figured there wasn't necessarily a limit, not when you were lacking isopropyl alcohol and hydrogen peroxide. You'd be sure to mention it to him next time he went out. 

“So. This'll…suck,” you warned, voice nervous and weak. 

Sukuna sighed again. Took a swig again. Then ripped his belt from his waist, folded it a few times, and bit down. 

He gave you an unenthused thumbs-up, and you found the nerve to jab a hole in the plastic bottle cap before spraying your makeshift saline solution against the wound. 

You nearly shit yourself as Sukuna growled with the force of a jet turbine. Faintly, you heard the creaking groan of leather crackle from his mouth as his teeth sank in deep. His canines probably already pierced through the material. 

“I know,” you whispered, actually feeling badly for the animal keeping you prisoner. “I know.”

You took your time cleaning the wound out, being sure to remove any sort of gravel or shrapnel embedded into his flesh. Luckily, the gash looked worse than it actually ended up being. It bled a lot, but it didn't cut all the way through to his ribs or beyond. Talk about lucky. 

When a majority of his trembling and snarling ebbed, you hazarded the question: “So…how’d this happen?” 

Sukuna groaned, and you almost smiled. “Fell off a fucking roof. Hit a sign on the way down.” 

You cringed at the thought. “Well. It's…not that bad.” You drenched the wound with another round of salt water before patting it dry.

“Yeah? Then no stitches,” he half-declared, half-asked. 

You gave his back a pitying look before reaching for the needle. Sukuna scoffed and muttered colourful obscenities when he saw your fingers snatch up the tool before disappearing behind him again. 

“Fuck me.”

“Sorry,” you offered softly, trying not to laugh. 

You saw his knee bounce in trepidation as you wiped his skin and the needle down with those cute little towelettes. You kinda felt bad for him. Healthcare in the apocalypse was a bit lacklustre.

As carefully as you could, you pushed the needle through his skin, and tried not to gag at the obscene feeling. The sound of his fist hitting the countertop helped ground you, though, and helped keep you on task stitch, after stitch, after stitch, after–

You set aside the tools and cleaned off your trembling, crimson-stained hands as best as you could before applying whatever ointment you could under gauze, and finally bandaging his torso up. Sukuna's eyes followed you, but you couldn't bear to look at him, quietly afraid of what he might do if your unsteady gaze met his; but that wasn't acceptable, judging by how he grabbed your arm and stopped you from turning away to clean up the mess. 

You looked at him, then, eyes laser-focused. Every shift pumped your veins with ice. Every flick of his attention sent electricity down your spine. Every silent word his lips failed to commit to filled you with dread. 

“Thanks,” he said. And he let go. 

[annievrse]

the proposal on new year's day

satoru x reader —ᡣ𐭩 blurb

“happy new year!”

you smiled softly at satoru from across the crowded room. despite the argument you’d defused earlier between him and his students, you could tell he regretted not being by your side when the clock ticked over to 12am.

you felt someone shove your shoulder, and then shoko’s voice was low in your ear. “he won’t stop pouting. please put us all out of our misery.”

you giggled, raising your eyebrows at the white-haired man, who made his pout more prominent. rolling your eyes, you wished shoko a happy new year and made your way towards your overgrown child of a lover.

“done being stubborn?” you chided, voice light and teasing but irritated. he hadn't spoken to you since you'd taken the side of his students instead of his, despite not knowing the topic of discussion. honestly, you'd thought the whole thing was a joke, going off the smirk megumi wore.

"i was," he winked. "but now that you've said that, i might continue."

"satoru—" you started.

"gojo!"

"sensei!"

you spun around and were met with a familiar mop of pink hair flanked by a copper bob and a spiky black haircut.

"megs," you mumbled, wrapping your arm around his shoulder and turning to face satoru, all in one motion.

"has he given up yet?" megumi asked, narrowing his eyes at his father figure. his expression was bored like he'd done this ten times already, it confused the hell out of nobara and yuuji.

you sighed and opened your mouth to speak when satoru cut in.

"no, i, in fact, have not!" he held his finger up, blindfold hiding his azure eyes and provoking gaze.

nobara rolled her eyes so hard her head lolled. "you're being ridiculous!"

yuuji nodded. "sensei, you could just—"

"no! i won't."

you refrained from rubbing your face with your hand. "'toru."

"yes, my love?"

yuuji huffed and dug his hand into his pocket. you instantly recognised what he held in his palm, heat rising to your cheeks at the presence of it.

satoru made a noise and scrabbled to capture the box in his student's hand. "bad yuuji!"

the students laughed, but your gaze remained on satoru.

"you ruined this yourself. we had nothing to do with this, gojo."

you pursed your lips, watching satoru attempt to shove the box into his own pocket.

"you're married already, i don't know why this is such big deal," megumi uttered, voice low when satoru glared at him. you tilted your head, eyebrows furrowing.

you hadn't even known what the argument was about, only that satoru had fucked up and the kids were angry at him for it.

"the big deal is," nobara said, stepping closer to the white-haired man. "that if you hadn't mistaken the real box with the empty one, then you'd already be engaged."

"what if i meant to propose with an empty box? hm? ever thought of that kugisaki?"

"you lost the ring!" yuuji shook his head. "and then we had to go buy a new one for you. i'd say that's a pretty big deal."

your eyes widened, and you felt your chest swelling with joy. it was like satoru forgot you were standing there when he turned his attention to you, his expression lighting up.

"baby," he whispered. your eyes filled with tears at the softness in his voice.

"you're kidding," you laughed. "that's what this whole thing was about?"

yuuji and nobara stood in confusion and silence as you wiped the tears from under your eyes.

"you're not mad?" satoru asked, fishing the box from his pocket.

"why would i be mad?" you smiled tearily at him. "you could propose to me with a fucking stick, and i'd say yes, you big goof."

the kids' faces lit up as they collectively turned to see gojo's reaction.

"well, on that note," satoru said, narrowing his eyes at the kids. "get out of here brats, i've got to propose to my wife on new year's day."

"not your wife yet," nobara muttered, turning around.

megumi bumped her shoulder with his. "he's proposed like eleven times already, they've been married forever. it's tradition at this point. this year it's on new year's day."

nobara and yuuji peered over their shoulders to look at the two of you kissing. "weirdos."

[imnameimswrld]

ⵌ ׄ ۪ 𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 ⁴⁴ ׄ ⑅ LH44 ‌˖ ֺ ᰮ

— DESCRIPTION ੭ in which getting stuck in an elevator brings you to a truth that had been hiding and eating away at your heart.

— PAIRING ੭ lewis hamilton x fem!ready.

— FILE ੭ imagine.

— DISCLAIMERS ੭ angsty with fluff at the end and a little in between, not (currently) edited.

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"Fuck !"

Lewis delivers a rattling kick to the sealed shut elevator doors, and the action pulls an eyeroll from you.

"Oh yeah, kick it some more maybe the stainless steel doors will open on Sir Lewis Hamilton's command !" your words drip in sarcasm, you tone causing your boyfriend to turn and face you in the corner you're slumped back in.

You hands rub at your arms that your knitted sweater is failing to block the cold from, and despite the tension between the two of you, Lewis can't stand the site of you cold. So, he rips his jacket off with a huff, walks over to the corner you wish could swallow you whole if it meant giving space from him, and tucks the jacket so carefully and neatly around your front that you almost regret your thought about the corner of the elevator snatching you away from him – almost.

The atmosphere in the broken down elevator becomes even more chilly with the tension that settles between the two of you. Half of you wants to hobble closer and cling to his natural body heat, and the other half wants to firmly plant your hands on his shoulders just to shove him further away.

His presence right now is simultaneously making you beg for space and wallow in guilt, and the only way things could get worse is if he starts talking-

"I just don't understand it, Y/n."

A groan of annoyance echoes loudly in the square space. "Seriously Lewis ? You're gonna make me feel bad about declining your proposal ?".

He rounds on you, facing you fully with anger simmering in his gaze; but it's mixed eith another emotion. Hurt.

"Of course not, but what I want is an apology."

Matching his defensive stance, the jacket slips from your shoulders as you turn so quickly to face him. "An apology ? You want me to apologize for saying "no Lewis, I'm not ready for another marriage yet" ?"

Lewis shakes his head, his eyes dead set on yours. "That's exactly it actually. But not for declining me, but for lying to me, Y/n."

A silence blankets the two of you, but unlike the purpose of the item, it doesn't enclose you in warmth and comfort; no, it suffocates you with a so deeply embedded feeling of guilt, that your breathing halts for just a moment.

You and Lewis have been dating for three years now. Before him, the thought of committing yourself to another after the disloyalty of your last, made you shudder and almost feel sick to the stomach. You minded your business and kept in your own bubble for the good part of a year, and then Lewis so calmly squeezed himself into your life with a charming accent and a dashing smile, and with how he made you feel, you knew that he was here to stay. You love him, more than you've ever loved anyone before. He would make the perfect husband; he's loyal, kind, loving, uplifting – but, in the midst of those thoughts, and the wonderful adventures you experienced together, you failed to mention that you just weren't ready.

Your throat bobs sorely with the harsh gulp you take, and with how Lewis follows the action action closely, he knows exactly how you feel. He knows he's right. He knows he deserves an apology, and he's not stopping until he gets it. Breaking up isn't an option for him; he's chosen you to spend forever with, and that's not going to change. What has to change for him, however, is the treatment in this relationship.

If you expect honesty and loyalty from him, then he expects the exact same in return.

"You lied," he states softly, his brows losing the angry knot they were in as he remembers that night. "You said you were ready. You know you said it, and yet...".

The second the tears start welling up in his coffee brown eyes, yours immediately respond in the same way.

"You lied."

"I know." you whisper, even your voice facing the aftermath of your dishonesty.

"Why, Y/n ?" he shakes his head slowly now, hand coming up on pure instinct just to swipe your falling tears away quickly, before returning to his sides. "It's not fair, and you know it."

You sniffle, your gaze failing to continue it's silent words with his and you drop it, eyes staring down at his Tommy H sneakers instead. This whole thing is the effect of your dishonesty back then, so it's best if you're honest now.

"I was scared."

"Scared ?" he repeats, before tucking your chin in between his forefinger and thumb to gently lift your chin, resetting your gaze with his. "Scared of what, love ?"

Lewis inches closer, and with each step your confidence in yourself breaks.

"I was scares that, if I said that I wasn't ready to be married again, you'd...you'd..." the words can't even leave your mouth, let alone formulate in your brain properly with the pain the bring you.

"Talk to me, my love."

And with his arms enveloping you to eliminate the remaining space separating you from him, you break in his warmth.

"I was scared that you'd leave me, Lewis."

The truth is here, revealed, and she's rattling your entire being with cries and guilt. Lewis rubs a hand on your back while the other holds you close, your tear-stained face buried deep into his chest where his heart beats in your ear. You don't understand why he's trying to soothe you when you're totally in the wrong here.

Still, you will never refuse anything he offers you. He just means that much to you.

"If that was ever a fear for you Y/n, then I haven't been doing my duty in loving you like I truly do." he says ever so softly in your ear, and you immediately pull away to stare up at him with reddening eyes.

"No, Lewis," you shake your head as he wipes more of your tears sway. "I am in the wrong. You have shown me what it is like to be loved wholly and with passion."

"So then why have such an irrational fear, my love ? I love you with my entire being, and I want to spend forever with you," he says, cradling your pink cheeks in his hands with the utmost amount of care.

"Now that doesn't mean we have to get married any time soon, because of course I want us both to be ready for a step like that. But I would appreciate your honesty where it is vitally needed."

You nod in, your hands going numb from the death grip that have on the material of his shirt.

"I'm sorry, Lew," you state. "Right now, I'm not ready for the step of marriage, however, I am positive that I do, want to spend my forever, with you."

A smile tugs at the corner of his lips, and he places a blossoming kiss to your forehead. "Perfect."

"What ? My apology ?" you snort, peering up at him with glassy eyes.

He nods as he begins to help you into his jacket. "That, and just you in general."

You slip your arms in as you shake your head in disagreement. "Perfect people don't make mistakes."

Tucked warmly into his jacket, Lewis pulls you close once again to thread his finger into your hair as you close your arms around his waist.

"Call me insane or hopelessly in love," his gaze is filled with every passionate emotion unde under the sun as he stares into your eyes.

"But you'll always be perfect to me, my love."

[spookyji]

# yeonjun + giving him head !!

# nsfw + minors dni, spit kink, dom yeonjun

god, what a slut, yeonjun smirks, his thumb running over your lower lip before pushing in, parting your lips as your tongue touches the tip of his finger, your eyes giving him an irresistible look of wanting more, fuck, you’re prettiest like this. on your knees in front of him, hands on your knees feigning patience when he knows you’re on the verge of drooling for him, begging so pretty with your eyes. and who is he to deny you anything?

satisfied with your ever so perfect posture,,, because inside he’s dying to make you a mess after he’s had his way. open up, yeonjun murmurs, his foxy eyes narrowed slightly as he unzips his pants excruciatingly slow, making you savor the wait as your thighs rub together in suppressed impatience,, he’s corrupted you so well, hasn’t he? look at you, drooling over my cock. wouldn’t you like it if anyone else saw what a dirty slut you are, begging to have your throat fucked?

a-anything you want, you whimper, as if you can hide the flush of heat to your face at the thought of being seen as yeonjun’s slut, your ever so sweet innocent facade ruined if anyone ever saw you like this, at his mercy. and it’s completely his fault, isn’t it, for making you a slut out of an angel?

your lips parted, his hand griping your jaw, yeonjun’s smirk widens before he spits into your pretty mouth, watching your eyes widen with confusion, a string of drool hanging between your lips and his, the warm liquid warming your tongue. swallow, yeonjun orders, licking his lips in satisfaction as you obediently obey, swallowing down his spot as your mouth waters at the sight of the hard bulge barely hidden by his undone zip. good girl… eyes on me. sharp, dark eyes meeting yours, before he releases your jaw and beckons with two fingers for you to suck him off like you’ve been ever so patiently waiting for.

fuck, trained you so good, fucking perfect, his voice husky and deep with pleasure, his gaze never leaving your pretty face as you swallow around his cock, fingers clinging to the hem of his shirt and slender waist as you bob your head up and down his hard length, pretty glistening eyes so focused as drool slips out the corner of your lips down your chin, wet, warm tongue sliding over the veins in his cock, hot precum salty on the back of your tongue.

damn, yeonjun’s never seen you prettier, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks as you choke whenever he gives a thrust down your throat, just to see the way you gag and try to keep your composure, his hand gripping your hair to control your pace. your thighs rubbing together in anticipation,, heat burning between your legs, panties soaked through because you know yeonjun’s never failed to return the favor twice or more, doesn’t it feel so good to make him feel good after he’s spent so long teaching you, your teeth graze the sensitive, angry veins lacing his cock just the way he’s instructed. and the thought alone of making him satisfied is more arousing than you’d you’d ever admit, wouldn’t you?

and fuck, there’s nothing more arousing to yeonjun when he forces your mouth off his cock with groaned swears and curses before jerking himself off, your lips still parted as warm ropes of cum coat your face, tongue eagerly slipping out to taste his creamy release, a warm drips of white mixing with your spit as you lick your lips and swallow for him, made him cum, didn’t you? fuck, imagine if i showed them this, my girl covered in my cum, bet you’re dripping on the floor by now, yeonjun’s grin widens,,, show me. and your legs hesitantly part, damp spot so obvious, darkened in anticipation for your treat,,,

on fours, i’ll give you a reward for being a good slut.

sorry i like never post for jjunie bc he’s just so goddamn hard to write for lol most jjunie thoughts are deleted bc i don’t like them enough

[woso-dreamzzz]

Arguments

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You're what's different

Momma and Morsa don't yell at each other often but when they do, they're very loud.

It's one of the rare days that you're not stuck to their sides. You're off in your bedroom, digging through your toy chest because you promised Jessie that you would find your box of dinosaurs and bring it in tomorrow.

You don't play with your dinosaurs a lot but Jessie bought them for you when Momma and Morsa took you both to the museum and you think that Jessie should get to play with them too.

You can hear Momma and Morsa yelling through the door and that scares you a little. Not too much though because sometimes Momma and Morsa yell and when you go out to see them, they're kissing.

Adults are strange like that.

So, you poke your head out of your room.

Morsa storms past you. She gives you the tightest, most fake smile ever as she passes to go to her and Momma's room. Momma also goes past you, still yelling until they're debating back and forth.

"Where-Where's Morsa going?" You ask meekly from the doorframe as Morsa shoves clothes into her bag.

They both stop yelling to look at you.

"I'm just going to Johanna's for a little bit," Morsa says.

You frown. "Like a playdate? When will you be home?"

Morsa's throat bobs. "Like a sleepover." She shoulders her bag of clothes and kneels down next to you. She presses kisses to your cheeks and smooths down your hair. "I love you, okay? I'll see you tomorrow."

That makes you cry. Your knees buckle and tears drop down your face.

Morsa shouldn't be going to sleep over at Johanna's house and she and Momma shouldn't be fighting either. It's not fair and you sob as soon as Morsa's out the door.

Momma tries to calm you but you just scream and cry and flop back onto the floor and pound it with your hands.

It's all unfair.

You think you cry yourself to sleep that night but you're not sure.

One second your screaming and crying on the floor and the next Momma's curled around you in the Big Bed and the sun is streaming through the curtains.

You bring your pack of dinosaurs to practice for you and Jessie to play with but you're not very happy.

Momma and Morsa are still angry with each other so if you're standing by one of them, then the other is nowhere near.

"Morsa," You say softly as you stray from Momma's side at lunch," What's for dinner?"

"I don't know, princesse," She says with one of her fake smiles," You'll have to ask your Momma."

You don't like that and tug on the bottom of her top. "Why? You're the cooking boss."

Morsa's still wearing the fake smile as she pats your head. "I'm staying at Johanna's., remember Princesse?"

"Why? You already stayed at Johanna's!"

Morsa's got one of those adult looks on her face that means she's not going to tell you the full truth. "You'll have fun with Momma tonight," She promises you," You can sleep in the big bed if she lets you."

"Want to sleep in the Big Bed with you too!"

"I'm sorry, princesse."

You pull away from Morsa and go to hide under one of the tables. Millie's big and strong so no one will bother you as you duck under the one she's eating at and sit by her legs.

Your mind runs at a mile a minute as you try to work out what's wrong with Momma and Morsa and how you can fix it. You're only little but Morsa says you're very smart and you're determined to fix this problem.

You know that your mothers never used to argue when they were younger. Momma's old teammates used to tell you that your parents were disgustingly in love when they were younger.

You think that's kind of sweet.

They don't argue a lot now but you think they must argue more now than before when they were younger.

At first, you don't know what's changed from then to now.

You mull it over before Millie shifts her legs.

They press into you a little bit more firmly now and, suddenly, you know what's different.

You're what's different.

When Momma and Morsa were younger and didn't argue as much, they didn't have you. They're older now and they yelled at each other last night. The only difference from then to now is you.

You don't like how that makes you feel. Your stomach goes all tight and icky and your throat closes up as you try to hold back tears.

Momma once told you that if something is making you feel bad, you need to remove it from your life.

Momma and Morsa feel bad towards each other because you're what's different now.

You don't want to go. You don't know where you're meant to go so Momma and Morsa can feel better again.

You can't go to Johanna or Zećira because they're friends with Morsa and still see her a lot. You can't see any of the other Not-Wolfsburg girls for the same reason.

You can't even see moster Frido because even though she doesn't live in England, she still sees Morsa at camp.

Maybe you can go back to Wolfsburg and live with Alex or Ewa. They don't play on any teams with Momma and Morsa and, maybe, if you're gone then Momma and Morsa will be happy again.

You sniffle a little bit and crawl out from under the table.

You'll try to find a different solution first because you really don't want to leave.

"Momma," You say softly when you find her," Why did you and Morsa argue?"

Momma pulls a face. "We're not talking about that, princesse."

"But why?" You know you're pushing but you can't find a different solution if you don't know what the problem is.

"Princesse," Momma's voice is firm and you know you need to drop it," It's adult talk. Little ears don't need to hear it."

"Momma!" You say," I have to know! Why are you and Morsa angry?!"

"Enough!" Momma rarely raises her voice at you and it makes you suddenly flinch back and pull your hand out of hers. "I've said that you don't need to worry about it and I mean it! No more questions!"

"Don't talk to her like that!"

You hadn't realised Morsa was there until she spoke.

She and Momma start arguing again and that makes you want to cry again.

This time, they're definitely arguing about you.

You run while they're still distracted, your backpack bouncing as you move as fast as your little legs can carry you. You can feel the tears dripping down your face as you make little heartbroken noises from your throat.

"Whoa," Jessie says as you bump into her," Careful there." She's smiling but it falls the moment that she sees how distraught you are. She drops to her knees and gently wipes your tears. "What's going on?"

Your breathing is ragged and your shoulders rise and fall quickly. "Have to leave!"

"You have to leave?"

You nod and sniffle. "Have to go back to Germany! So Momma and Morsa can be happy!"

Jessie's a little shocked, trying to make sense of her thoughts as you go completely limp in her arms, sobbing your little heart out as you try to blubber out your reasoning.

She's still trying to work everything out when Magda and Pernille come running over, panting.

You flinch away from both of them, tears still streaming down your face as you try to hide away.

"I'm going!" You cry out.

"Where are you going?" Morsa asks as she tries to take you from Jessie.

"To Germany! So you and Momma can be happy again!"

"We're very happy," Momma says softly," What's going on, huh? Are you missing Germany?"

"Morsa's not at home!" You sob," And you're arguing now! Because I'm here!"

"We're not arguing because of you, princesse," Momma promises," Sometimes, me and Morsa have some big feelings that we argue about. It's not anything to do with you."

You sniffle and wipe away some of your tears as Jessie lets go of you. "But you're arguing. You never argued when I wasn't born."

Morsa chuckles slightly and reaches out to cup your face. You let her.

"We did argue before you," She says," You being here doesn't make us argue more. If anything, you being here makes us argue less."

You don't believe that but Morsa has no reason to lie to you. "Really?"

"Really."

Momma draws you into her arms and you go willingly, reaching your hand out for Morsa to take. She rubs over your knuckles and kisses it.

"We're very sorry that you got so worried about this, princesse," Morsa says as you sap up Momma's comfort," It's nothing to do with you. Me and Momma are just a little silly sometimes."

"You're staying right here," Momma promises you," Who else will cuddle with me in the big bed?"

That makes you giggle a little bit.

"Aw, man," Morsa groans even though her smile betrays her true feelings," Cuddles in the big bed? Again?"

You don't speak but you nod.

"My princesse is going to have all the cuddles in the big bed with me. If you're good, Magda, then maybe you can get Princesse cuddles too."

Morsa laughs. "I guess I can be good if it means Princesse cuddles."

[diejager]

ok hear me out imagine giving Danny/Ghostface the BEST head.

The type of head to make him stutter

he’s running his hands through your hair, praising you but also kinda degrading you while tears brim his eyes

asking for female pronouns/pet names but if your not comfortable I 100% understand I just love your writing and would like to see your interpretation on this :D

Hmmmmmmmm, I do like the thought of reducing Danny to a moaning mess >:]

Danny sputtered, his breath hitching as bit back a moan, hips stuttering and thrusting upwards. He ran his fingers through you hair, grasping it from the roots and soothing you, his hold neither harsh and rough, nor soft and caring. He was a mix of pleasurable arousal and thrilling danger. Danny was temptation, a creature of pure sex and wicked ecstasy, he was what you craved and what you needed.

He knew that, he knew of your codependency, of your adoration and of your loyalty, yet he couldn’t deny you. The Ghostface, a serial killer created for simple thrill and vile greed, couldn’t tell you no. He, deep down, was a weak, weak man for things he liked; you, being the thing he valued the most.

“Fuck- doll, you’re-” he cursed, throwing his head back in a sobbing moan, holding you head down as he gave a few shallow pumps.

You choked a moan, eyes squinting the tears away from your sight at the sudden change of pace. Your throat contracting and closing around his length. You glared up at him, hands moving from their prior spot on his inner tight, thumb rubbing circles on his sensitive skin, to hold his hips, trying to stop him from canting his hips. Your noisy gag made him chuckle, his rapaciously deep sound sending a hungry chill down your spine.

“Oh, can’t take it, doll?” Danny drawled, masked face tilted down to gazed at your teary eyes. A cruel smirk danced across his lips, eyes glinting sinfully. “What’s wrong? Too much for you, pup? You were a slobbering mess a while ago, drooling for meat, hmm?”

Your piercing eyes met his, staring at him with heated eyes, a promise of devastation swimming in yours. He liked when you stared at him like that, it made his hair stand on end and blood pump adrenaline into his system.

“You don’t like that? Or is it being called pup?” He cackled, voice booming in the small cabin you were hiding out.

He cooed afterwards, rolling his hips with a crooning hum from his throat. You gaged once more, nose pushed into his neatly trimmed bush and chin glued to his heavy balls. His chest rumbled, seemingly pleased with your submission. Until a yelp left his lips, legs tensing and body spamming under you.

Your fingers clutched his sac, playing with the heaviness between your fingers. Kneading the soft, wrinkly skin while you tightened your throat around his girthy length, moaning and groaning. Every little sound you made sent vibration through him, teasing his engorged and angry head; and every contraction squeezed his cock made him tear up. He cried and shook, his sensitive cock throbbing inside of your warm and wet throat.

“F-fuck!”

He twitched, mewling loudly as he threw his head back. His fingers dug into your head, gripping onto your locks harshly as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft, the fat of your tongue pressing against the vein running along the bottom, it was wide from the base and thinned out when it reached the mushroom-like head, spreading across his cock like rivers running their course.

He throbbed at your erratic pace, his balls tightening and fingers curling in your hair. You moaned, his rough actions and pleading cries making your cunt pulsing, drooling in anticipation for him after you’d served him. He came with an arched back, eyes rolled to the back in complete ecstasy. Heady, salty cum filled your mouth, the warm substance coating your tongue and rolled down your throat in big waves.

Danny’s voice sputtered, body spamming into his high, toes curling inside of his boots and cock spurting ropes and ropes of cum. He peered from the corners of his eyes as your cheeks bloated with him, your throat bobbing with every gulp. His shivered, pleasure rolling in his guts when you swallowed his cum, taking a part of him inside of you. It played into his need of ownership, marking you in ways others couldn’t.

“Christ, doll,” he panted, riding out the peek of arousal, running his fingers through your hair gently, lovingly caring. “Thank you. Let me help you, that little cunt of yours must be feeling neglected, no?”

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒂 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒓 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏

hello, something I came up with that was initially supposed to be written with chris as the man, but seeing as I no longer write for him, I give a huge thanks to @royalsweetteaa for helping me choose.

summary - sebastian decides to download tumblr and comes across your blog, slowly, he becomes obsessed with you and your work.

warning - smut, obsession, masturbation, oral sex, swearing, slightly dark content.

18+ only please, the gif and header I use aren't mine.

On a cool Saturday night, Sebastian lies in bed, staring at his phone as he looks at the app he has just downloaded. He had heard many things about it, had heard that there was fanfiction written about him on this app. Sebastian didn’t think he would ever download Tumblr, but he was taking a small break from acting, hiding away from the world and thinking, why not. He didn’t know if reading what the fans wrote about him would be creepy or exhilarating.

He thinks for a few seconds as he tries to think of a perfect username. Sebastian lets out a noise as one comes to mind. His fingers move fast as he types ‘nottherealstan’, smiling triumphantly when his account is created, and many things appear on his home screen. He lies there for a while, scrolling through, wondering where these stories would be, not wanting to type his name in, but maybe he has to. 

His fingers move to the search bar, typing in his name and fanfiction at the end of it. His eyes widen as he scrolls through, taking his time to read the many stories designed about him. He couldn’t believe his eyes at how people could bring incredible stories to life with just the idea of one person. He continues to scroll until one story catches his eye. 

‘I’m a sucker for you.’ He reads the title, humming as it begins to sound interesting as he reads the summary. He gasps, feeling his cock twitch at how descriptive it starts to get. His hand slowly slides down his body and underneath his trackies. 

You knelt on the ground, looking up at the blue-eyed man, feeling yourself throbbing between your legs as you watched him suck on the lollipop that you were previously sucking on. Your lips and tongue are stained a soft pink, and you whimper when Sebastian slowly drags the lolly from his mouth, making a popping sound and placing it into yours. “Suck, bunny. Be a good girl for Daddy.” 

Sebastian groans, stroking his cock up and down as he continues to read. His breath picks up. No other story had lived up to this one. He felt needy. He could feel sweat building and pre-cum leaking. He quickly blinked away the fuzziness building before his eyes, needing to read more.

You wrap your lips around the lollipop as Sebastian unbuckles his belt, slowly unzipping his pants. You suck hard on the cherry-flavoured lolly, moaning when your eyes land on his hardened member, drooling at the sight of the pre-cum leaking from his angry tip. “You going to be a good bunny and suck on daddy’s cock?” You nod, opening your mouth wider, allowing him to remove the lollipop, replacing it with his member. You moan, eyes slipping closed when the sweet flavour is mixed with his musky one, immediately becoming your new favourite flavour. 

Sebastian moans, squeezing his cock, picking up his pace. Tingles shoot through his body as he realises the thrill of this, imagining an imaginary woman on her knees for him, sucking his cock and worshipping him. No matter his fame, he could never find a woman to act like this for him. Be his little slut, his bunny. “Fuck!” He can’t stop his head from falling back, stroking his cock faster. He needs to stop because he wants to make it to the end of the story. Sebastian squeezes his base, swiping his thumb across his tip and shivering. “C’mon, don’t cum like a damn teenager.” His eyes move back to his phone.

Your head bobs back and forth on his cock, gagging and choking as you take as much of him as you can. Your tiny hands rest on his thighs, moaning as you feel him. Sebastian’s hands fall onto your head, assisting you. His cock twitches, thrusting into your throat, grunting and groaning at the feel of your mouth around his cock. You stare up at him with wide eyes, and your hand moves from his thighs, making its way to his heavy sacks, watching his breath hitch when you cup them. You caress them, softly tugging as you suck and slobber all over his thick member. 

Sebastian feels his orgasm quickly approaching, causing him to squeeze his cock and slam his eyes shut. He can’t, and he shouldn’t. This was so wrong but so good. He could imagine himself in the story and desperately wanted to be the man in the story. The story may have been written about who he is, but he was jealous. He wanted someone like Bunny to be here, be with him. Sebastian wanted to see how this would end. He needed to finish the story before he came. It had seemed that this was a series, and he wondered if it could get any more spicier. 

You continue to suck his cock, moaning when you feel him twitch in your mouth, filling it with thick spurts of his salty cum. You swallow all his goodness, sucking him dry and licking him clean. Your tongue swirls around his tip before you pull off with a pop. Sebastian strokes your head, smirking down at you with hooded eyes. “Good little bunny. Did so good for Daddy.” You whine, grinding against your foot, pouting up at him and opening your mouth when he grabs the lollipop again. You moan against it, sucking on it while he picks you up. “My bunny deserves a treat.”

Sebastian groans, thick amounts of cum spurting out of his swollen tip and all over his hand and sheets. His eyes roll to the back of his head, and his chest heaves up and down as he tries to catch his breath. “Jesus…” He looks back at his phone, eyes widening. “What?! That was the end!” He looks around, knowing this is a series, but there’s no link for part two. “C’mon… What…” He whines, clicking on the blog, feeling his cock twitch at the username, ‘ahornylittlebunny’. 

He scrolls down, checking to see if there is an update, and he lets out a sigh of relief when he sees a post you made that same day. Sebastian imagines how cute you must look when you type these stories out. He reads your words, fascinated.

‘hi, all! I know you’ve all been waiting for part two of I'm a sucker for you, and you’ll be happy to know that I'll be posting it later tonight!’ 

Sebastian licks his lips, knowing he must be present when you post the story. His fingers move fast, clicking your notifications and turning them on. He needed to see everything you posted. He spent the whole night reading everything you’ve written, smirking at the posts about him, saying if you ever met him, you’d instantly become his little slave. Your eyes widen slightly from the other side, watching your phone blow up with notifications of likes, comments, and reblogs from someone named ‘nottherealstan.’

Sebastian can slowly feel himself becoming obsessed, he doesn’t even know who you are, but he’s intrigued and wants you. His eyes light up when he gets a notification that part two has finally been posted, and he feels his cock harden, already leaking pre-cum. “Fuck, such a good bunny.” He growls, clicking the story and slipping his hand into his pants. He groans as he reads, never having read something so sexual before. The title perfectly describes everything for him. ‘beyond your wildest dreams’.

Sebastian slips between your legs as you sleep, groaning when your legs fall open, exposing your glistening cunt to his hungry gaze. He licks his lips, sliding his hands up and down your thighs, getting closer to the sweetest treasure he’s ever known. “Such a cute little bunny, so soft and sweet.” He nuzzles closer, creeping near your cunt. Sebastian slides his hands to your hips, gripping them and dragging you closer to his face. You whimper in your sleep as his tongue swipes against your folds, drinking your juices in and wrapping his lips around your swollen pearl, sucking it into his mouth. “Taste like a dream, bunny.” He groans into you.

Sebastian moans, gripping his cock and rapidly stroking it. He couldn’t get enough. He needed this to be true. But he didn’t just want anyone. He needed you. Sebastian reached down and began tugging his balls, twisting his wrist as he jerked himself. “Shit, bunny. You feel so good.” He slips his eyes closed, imagining you, a faceless woman wearing a cute little bunny costume, those little bunny ears and that fluffy bunny tail. He opens his eyes and continues to read, needing to finish. 

Sebastian pulls you flush against his face as he feasts on your juicy cunt, ravenously sucking on your swollen clit and thrusting his tongue into your tight hole. Your head moves side to side on the pillow, fingers curling into the sheets as Sebastian continues to eat you out like a man starved. You wake with a moan, your back arching as he pulls you even closer to his face, staring at you with those pretty blue eyes. Your toes curl, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as your juices squirt out of you and cover his face. “Oh god! Sebastian!!” You pant, sagging into the bed, clutching the pillow as you come down from your high.

Sebastian can’t help it. His toes curl, his balls tighten, cock twitches frantically as rapid amounts of cum spurt out of his mushroom tip, “Fuck! Shit!” He groans as he sinks back into the silk sheets, placing his phone down and wiping his forehead with the back of his hand before he reaches over and cleans himself. Never having cum so hard in his life, no one had ever made him feel like this. He felt like a teenager again, constantly jerking his cock and cumming. Sebastian picked his phone back up, reading the rest of the delicious story, making sure to reblog with the perfect response. 

‘Fantastic, just fantastic. I’ve never read something so delicious and captivating in my life, and I won’t lie I couldn’t help but touch myself when reading. This masterpiece made me cum twice. What I would do to make you my perfect little bunny.’ Sebastian smiled, sending it through.

Sebastian plugged his phone in and headed to the bathroom. He gets ready for bed, looking at himself in the mirror, and he can’t stop picturing the perfect little bunny beside him, also getting ready with him. Someone who admires him, worships him, and loves him. He shuts the light off, heads back over to his bed, gets under the blanket, and stares up at the ceiling, slowly blinking. He probably shouldn’t have downloaded Tumblr because now he has become obsessed with you. 

As Sebastian slowly falls asleep, he speaks. “Don’t worry, little bunny. I will find you and make you mine, bringing all of your little fantasies alive.” His cock stirs, imagining having you in his arms finally, your wide eyes staring up at him as you realise he’s found out your dirty little secret. 

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Tara? Pt. 2

Warnings: NSFW, smut, GAYS, Tara Carpenter x fem reader(implies, no pronouns used), mommy kink, dom r, sub Tara, horny Tara, perv Tara a/n: Here’s subby pathetic Tara for you all, enjoy! Part 1 ...Tara? Fuck.

Tara swiftly yanks the blanket up to her chest, knocking your legs off of her lap and the couch in the process. You groan, rubbing your eyes and sitting up trying to make out your best friend in the dark room. Tara’s face is illuminated by the movie still playing and you can see a deep blush settling across her freckle dusted cheeks. She wears a horrified, flustered expression. Instantly you reach out to her cupping her face and sitting down on her lap. She lets out a choked whimper, only fueling the concern you feel for the brunette. “Tar are you okay, what’s wrong baby?” you ask slowly tilting her head up forcing her to look into your eyes. “Fuck, you’re killing me y/n.” she says breathlessly leaning forward pushing her face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. As she leans forward the blanket falls down from her chest and settles on her lap. You notice the white on her shirt nearly as quickly as you notice the bulge in her lap. You look behind you it couldn’t be the tv remote, the remote is on the table. You’re not stupid, you know what the bulge is pressed against you. You know exactly what it is. You coo at her, pushing her slightly sweaty bangs out of her face. You settle on your knees in front of her. “y/n I- wait w-what are you doing.” she sputters out. You don’t answer, instead you pull the blanket off of her lap letting it fall down beside you on the floor. She gasps reaching down to the blanket prepared to give you a justifiable reason as to why her dick is out. And hard. You push her back into the couch. Tara is painfully hard, pulsing under your gaze, her oozing tip red and angry. Her jaw is slack, looking down at you with wide eyes. You briefly consider bringing Tara her inhaler the way her chest is heaving and her breaths are shallow. “Do you want me to touch you?”  “What?” she asks incredulously.  “Do you want me to make you feel good?” you say, louder this time.  “Please” she whimpers out quietly. “Yes y/n, please touch me.” She says clearing her throat, trying to hide the tremble in her voice. Her voice is quiet and strained and you absolutely love the effect you’re having on her. You press her drooling head between your thumb and forefinger, and she lets out a broken sob. You lick down her shaft all the while keeping direct eye contact with the shaking brunette. You swirl your tongue expertly around her head before taking the first few inches of her dick in your mouth. Tara moans loudly reaching a hand down to tug on your hair. She’s trying so hard not to seem desperate, you can tell. But when you take more of her in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks around her Tara doesn’t seem to give a fuck about maintaining her dignity anymore, as she jerks her hips up into your throat. You gag around her and your eyes start to water. Tara tries pushing your head off of her dick, scared that she hurt you or went too far. You don’t stop, squeezing her hip lightly to reassure her that you’re okay. You grip your hands onto her thighs and continue to bob your head with vigor, pumping the rest of the length you can’t fit in your mouth with your hand. She fucks into your mouth pushing her entire length down your throat until your nose brushes against her lower abdomen. Tara is not at all quiet and you’re sure that this must sound like something straight out of a porno as you gag on her cock and she moans out shamelessly. 

“Shit i’m gonna cum y/n, please please can I cum?”  You nod your head around her giving silent permission to finish in your mouth. She grinds her dick into your mouth hard, gripping your hair and throwing her head back.  “M-mommy.” she whines out. You quirk an eyebrow looking up at her, Tara’s far too lost in her own pleasure to realize the word which escaped her mouth. You continue your movements, feeling her twitch against your tongue.  She cums down your throat. You moan at her taste, Tara’s cum is thick and feels heavy in your stomach, you find yourself loving the taste instantly. You press a final kiss to her tip before standing up, licking the salty fluid from your lips and undressing yourself. Pulling Tara’s pants and boxers fully off before straddling her thighs.  Looking down at Tara she matches your gaze looking desperate and needy ready for more of whatever you choose to give her. You take off her stained shirt next, giggling because her collarbones are just as flushed red as her cheeks. Your hand wraps itself around the base of her yet again hardened cock running it through your sopping folds and rubbing it against your puffy clit. Tara’s dumbfounded looking at your pussy with the utmost adoration.  “You wanna make Mommy cum now too baby?” Her eyes widen comically large at the name and she all but screams as you slam your hips down, taking Tara all in at once. You rock your hips against her, sinking up and down, impaling yourself on Tara’s cock.  “Oh you’re so so good for me baby, what a good toy for Mommy to use, hm?” you say through your breathy moans. She nods pathetically, head spinning at the praise you give her.  “Yes Mommy, m’so good for you.”  “My good girl” Tara’s cock twitches and drools precum inside of you. You called her your good girl. You called Tara yours. She thrusts upwards trying to match your pace as you ride her vigorously. You clench around her dick feeling every vein rub against your velvety walls. “Fuck i’m gonna cum” she nods in response staring down and the juncture where your hips meet. Tara’s whimpering and whining underneath you and you can tell that she close, holding out, waiting for your permission to cum. “You wanna cum inside Mommy Tara?”  “Please yes, fuck Mommy, need it- I need it”  “Go ahead love.” The look on Tara’s face is unforgettable as she empties herself inside of you, painting your inner walls white and triggering your own orgasm. Her eyes are squeezed shut, eyebrows furrowed, and mouth agape and you’re sure that that look will be ingrained in your brain forever. She looks so cute and needy like this you think as she grinds up into you, both of you riding out the high of your orgasms together. Tara’s still hard inside of you, you can feel her dick throbbing. She whimpers desperately as you climb off of her lap. Her cock looks so pretty like this covered in drool, precum, your cum, and her previous load. You sigh at her dick’s continuous hardened state before wrapping your hand around it and jerking her off, the various fluid covering her shaft proving to be a useful lubricant.  “You’re still so hard for me, what a needy play thing.” you coo in her ear from your place on the couch beside her. The brunette’s eyes roll back into her head as she humps into your hand. “I can’t help it” she whines. Tara wishes she could tell you just how fucked her libido is because of you. She wishes that she could tell you that she’s always so hard for you and can’t cum unless unless she thinks of you. But she doesn’t say anything, she just moans, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood.  “I don’t want you to help it” you growl in response. You love how needy Tara is for you, it turns you on so fucking much that she thinks of you while getting off. You pump her harder noticing the copious amounts of precum leaking from her tip, whispering the most delicious dirty words in her ear.  “Cum for me like a good girl, come on Tara let go.” and she does, her hips stutter in the air as she chases her orgasm and soon she’s cumming all over her couch and your hands. You suck her cum off your fingers and Tara groans. “Look at this” you say gesturing to her couch. “You’re such a messy girl baby.”  “Fuck Mommy” she gasps out. You smile, leaning over to kiss Tara’s lips. She whines when you pull away, leaving to grab a cloth to wipe Tara’s cum off of her dick and the couch. Thank god that the couch is upholstered with leather fabric and is easy to wipe off you think to yourself. Just as you finish rinsing the cloth out in the sink and returning to Tara, Sam’s keys jingle, fumbling with the lock to get inside. Both of your eyes widen and you carelessly throw on your clothes, forgoing underwear to save time. You both hide underneath the blanket and lay down together, attempting to stay subtle as Sam waltzes inside. “Oh hey y/n” she greets you kindly. “It’s late, you both should go to bed soon.” she says, her protective caring instincts peaking through her tone.  “Sure Sam, we’ll just finish this movie then go right to bed!” The older Carpenter narrows her eyes at the credits rolling on the screen signifying the end of the movie. You roll your eyes and fight the urge to smack Tara for her lack of subtlety. But surprisingly Tara’s bullshit excuse is good enough for Sam as she turns on her heel as walks towards her bedroom. “Goodnight!” she calls out.  “Goodnight Sam!” Tara squeaks, her voice still wavering. “Night Sam” you say much more eloquently. As soon as her door clicks shut you giggle, teasing Tara for her stupid excuse. She furrows her eyebrows and juts her bottom lip out. You laugh kissing her pout away.  “i love you Tara” she beams showing hear gorgeous smile and adorable dimples. “I love you too y/n.” a/n: Would just like to point out that since part one took place on the same day as part two... Tara came 5 times in one day. That’s wild. Gotta applaud her for that libido though. 

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𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐥 | 𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

paring: Jimmy Darling x fem!reader

cw: nsfw, smut with little plot, semi-public sex, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of creampies

word count: 816

“c’mere, baby…i don’t bite..” Jimmy said, pulling you closer by your hips. You giggle softly, feeling Jimmy press his soft lips to your neck. His nose pushes against your skin, his breath warm against you.

“Jimmy, stop!” You giggle as he pushes you against the back of the large column in the middle of the carousel you two were currently hiding behind. Jimmy had dragged you here after the troupe’s performance. He had been staring at you the whole time he was onstage, shooting you small winks. And now, it was finally time.

“Someone’s gonna find us back here,” You warn with a small smirk, emitting a small squeak as Jimmy’s lobster claw trailed up your thigh.

“Oh, no one’s gonna find us…and even if they do, it ain’t gonna be a surprise seein’ me hidin’ out with you,” He said in a slightly mocking tone, looking up at you with a small smile.

You felt his fingers, nevertheless deformed, pull at the waistband of your panties. Feeling the soft fabric fall to your ankles, you kick them off onto the wood flooring of the carousel, your eyes watching Jimmy lower his jeans and boxers to about his mid thighs.

Jimmy’s cock, which was a an angry deep red color, sprung up against his stomach with a small smack, bobbing in the air for a few seconds before he finally pulled you closer. He grabbed one of your legs, pulling it up around his waist before grabbing the other. Jimmy slid his hands to your ass, cupping and holding you in a way that would support your weight.

Jimmy pushed you against the same center cylinder, smirking as you let out a small whimper. Your hands wrapped around his neck, resting at the back of his head. You felt him teasing you, sliding his tip gently between your dripping folds before pulling it out again, smacking your own slick onto your clit with his tip.

You let out a shaky, pathetic whimpers as he teased you, your noises occasionally shattering from the building pressure in your stomach.

“Yer gorgeous…yer gonna be nice and open by the time we’re done, huh?” He said in a soft but husky voice, pressing his lips to your neck. You nod, letting out a small exhale of relief. Your short lived sigh was interrupted by a sharp, full feeling in your cervix, along with the slapping of skin.

“A-Agh-“ You moan lewdly, biting your lower lip. Jimmy was big. So big that it hurt a little. You’d never had any man like him in your whole life.

Jimmy let out soft grunts, pressing his lips together with each thrust he made into you. His lips parted slightly, eyes fluttering after nuzzling his cock high up inside of you. You could just foresee the pregnancy now.

“F-Fuck, baby..” Jimmy groaned, his thrusts getting faster. He smirked, listening to you punctuate every push he made further into you. His thrusts sped up and you could just tell he was getting close, especially by the way he twitched inside of you. Hell, you could practically feel him pulsating inside of you.

You finished first. Your cunt clenched tightly around him, your walls practically closing in on his poor dick, milking him for all he had. Jimmy let out an obscene groan, pushing weakly into you as his orgasm crashed over him. You could feel him filling you up, but you could care less. The warm feeling of the remnants of your encounter which was currently filling your womb made you want to do it all over again. You rest your head forward against his shoulder, smelling his cheap cologne, which still smelt like home to you.

“You okay..? huh..?” Jimmy spoke softly, planting a kiss down on the crown of your head. You nod against his shoulder, panting, your chest heaving against him. Jimmy sighed before speaking again.

“Let’s go lay down, ‘kay? bet yer exhausted…”

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[javiscigarette]

Old Dog, New Tricks

Sub!Joel Miller x f!Reader (no outbreak)

Request:

i have a little idea for story what if their role is reversed? I mean in all your story Joel is always dom, sooo maybe can you make reader dom and sub Joel?

Word Count: 7.0k omfgg

Warnings: Smut! NSFW 18+ no use of Y/N, this is 100% filth. no plot to be found. established relationship, sub!Joel (!!!) but still dom!Joel, subspace (reader not Joel lol), masturbation, making him beg for it, etc, etc. Look guys it's PWP idk what you want me to say

A/N: I started this fully intending for it to be a like less than 1k words and this is how it ended. There's not even a plot I have no idea what happened.

Joel doesn’t greet you when you enter the house. You call out his name, but there’s no response. 

While you set your stuff down on the kitchen table, you hear the sound of the shower running upstairs in your shared bathroom. Fully intending just to let him know you’re home early from work, you head up the stairs.

 You stroll down the hall just wondering what you’re gonna have for dinner tonight. You turn the corner and walk into the bedroom and you stop dead in your tracks. 

Joel had left the door cracked and the faint sound of muffled moans floated through the open door. Your heart immediately starts hammering in your chest, your core automatically tingling with excitement.

 You listen carefully to his soft moans and the groans and occasionally hear the slick sound of his hand pumping himself. The sounds send small jolts of electricity down your spine before turning into tingling heat in your lower abdomen. 

You debate whether or not to go in for a few moments but your feet carry you inside regardless once you hear the sound of his particularly loud choked out moan. Moving quietly, you slowly push the bathroom door open just enough to slip through. The room is steamy from the hot water, the smell of his body wash heavy in the air. 

He can’t see you through the shower curtain and of course he didn’t hear you come in, that man is as deaf as doornail. So you take a few seconds, a smirk slowly spreading across your face as you listen to the lewd sounds of his hand moving up and down his length as he tries to swallow his moans. You let him have his fun for just a few more seconds before you interrupt. 

“Joel?” you call out innocently. 

“Shit” Joel shouts. There’s the sound of a bottle falling with a thump against the tub and you have to suppress a giggle as you imagine what’s happening on the other side of the curtain. 

“Baby! You’re home early! I’ll be out in just a few minutes” Joel calls out much louder than necessary and you can hear the strain in his voice. 

You don’t say anything as you cross the room to the shower and pull back the curtain halfway. Joel jumps in surprise and quickly moves the hand he had wrapped around his cock and hides it behind his back like he just got caught stealing from the cookie jar. 

“Well don’t stop on my account” you taunt. 

Joel blinks at you, his big brown eyes working in tandem with his raised eyebrows to give you the sweetest puppy dog eyes. And you almost fall for it. How could you not with his body on full display for you like this? With his hair slicked back from the water, his chest flushed with red from the warm water and the orgasm he probably was less than a minute away from before you stopped him. He didn’t bother to even try to conceal himself, his thick cock, wet and shiny from the water bobbing in the air, his tip angry red. Your mouth is watering at the sight and you’re just barely strong enough to stop yourself from climbing in the tub and immediately take him in your mouth. 

“I didn’t know you’d be home early, sweetheart,” Joel says a bit breathless, his chest still heaving up and down with each deep breath. 

“I tried calling you” you reply plainly. “Now I see what you were so busy with”  

Joel laughs breathlessly as he still tries to process what’s going on. 

“Were you feeling needy, baby?” you ask him, tilting your head to the side. “Couldn’t wait for me to get home?” 

“I’ve been thinkin’ about you all day” Joel says quietly. It’s true, he had today off but you still had to go in and he just spent the whole day waiting for you to come back. 

“Get in here, angel. Lemme show you how much I missed you.” 

You hum, unsatisfied with the proposition. And there must be something in the air or the stars just aligned perfectly or something that explains the flip that just switched inside of you. You just know that finding him like this, catching him red handed gave you the chance to take the upperhand. 

And you fucking run with it. 

“I don’t think so, baby” you say calmly. “I think I’d rather watch you touch yourself. Want to see you make yourself cum.” 

The smug look on Joel’s face is instantly replaced with his jaw dropping in shock. He laughs out loud at the ridiculous idea but it dies in his throat when you just stare back at him, dead serious.

“C’mon now,” Joel starts trying to bargain. “I’ll give it to you good, baby. Slow and deep, just how you like it.”

Your cunt clenches pathetically around nothing and you can feel your slick starting to leak out onto the cotton of your underwear. But you don’t back down, not with this rare chance to reverse the roles right now. 

“Do it, Joel. Or I won’t let you touch me for at least the next 24 hours”

Joel groans at that, an image from a couple weeks ago flashing in his head.You were sick of reminding him to pick his laundry up from the bathroom floor so you didn’t let him touch you at all until he had finished washing and folding all of his laundry. Joel respects your boundaries to the end and if you tell him not to touch you, he won’t. Even when he knows you’re doing it just to torture him. And you don’t make it any easier, walking around the house in his oversized t-shirts with no underwear or sprawling out in the middle of the bed and lazily touching yourself while all he can do is just gawk at you. 

He now stares at you dumbfounded while he decides what to do. He could probably climb out of the shower and wrap this hand around your throat instead, knowing you’d easily melt under his touch and forget about everything you said. But there’s no fun in that. 

“Okay, okay” Joel sighs. 

You stand there motionless and watch as he brings his hand up and wraps his fingers around his still fully hard cock. He twitches in his hand and inhales sharply at the sensation. 

A hot wave of arousal washes over you from the top of your scalp and trickling down to your toes. 

He starts to slowly work his hand up and down his length, his eyes never leaving yours. You try to stare right back and not at the rivulets of water running down his golden, freckled skin, skating down the outlines of the muscles in his arms and his shoulders.

 It would be no surprise if you looked down to find yourself soaking through your shorts. 

“D-does that feel good, baby?” you ask, a tremble breaking through at the beginning but you quickly recover. His mouth hangs open slightly and the corner of his mouth lifts up into a lopsided smirk. He definitely heard the tremble. 

“Would feel better if it was you” Joel pants, a poorly disguised attempt to get you to come join him. 

But you’re not the one on the edge of release. You can play with him a bit. 

“I bet it would. Now go faster, I don’t have all day” you say nonchalantly.

Joel sees the mischievous glint in your eye as soon as the idea pops into your head. He watches you with a bated breath, the nerves under his skin tingling with excitement. 

With your eyes glued to his, you reach for the hen of your tank top and slowly pull it up. Joel sighs heavily at the sight of the smooth skin of your stomach. It’s just the bare skin of your stomach and yet his tip pulses out a few beads of precum. 

You observe every minute movement that comes from him, your core throbbing when he bucks his hips forward into his fist and bites back a moan. He was already close when you interrupted and here’s nearly there now that you’re standing in front of him. 

“Angel,” Joel pants, looking over at you with pleading eyes letting you know he’s close. 

“Stop.”

Joel inhales through his clenched teeth and for a second you can’t tell if he’s going to listen to you or not, but he eventually takes his hand off his cock, hissing quietly at the cool air biting at his skin. 

“Get out and dry off.  I’ll be waiting on the bed” 

——

As soon as you step out of the bathroom, you slip out of the tank top you’re wearing and pull off your shorts and underwear off your legs. You practically run to the bed, hopping on the mattress and sprawling out in the middle of the bed.  

Joel walks out of the bathroom no more than 3 minutes later to find you naked, sprawled out in the middle of your shared bed with two fingers buried in cunt. 

“S’only fair” you giggle between soft moans when he appears in the doorway of the bedroom. 

He doesn’t say anything as he crosses the room until he’s standing at the side of the bed. You stare at each other, both of your hearts racing in anticipation about the other’s next move. 

“You can look, but no touching.” 

Joel closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, the tendons in his neck visibly flexing underneath his skin. You’re still expecting him to stop all of this and put you in your place. But he doesn’t. He tries to keep it cool on the outside. It’s very rare that you’re in control - you both love when Joel bosses you around and fucks you so hard until you can barely breathe. but seeing you like this, trying to control the situation is incredibly sexy and his cock already painfully hard. 

“Okay, baby” Joel sighs before moving to slip into the bed. You pause your movements and lean forward allowing him to slip in behind you until he’s sandwiched between the headboard and your back. He stretches his legs on the outside of yours, his strong thighs encasing yours. Keeping his touch innocent, he wraps his arms around your waist and holds you tight while still giving you enough room to keep going.

He scatters gentle kisses on your shoulder blade and the back of your neck, smiling against you when goosebumps prick up on your skin.You automatically lean back against him, enjoying the feeling of his big, heavy arms holding while he trails soft kisses all over your exposed skin. You can feel the heat radiating off of him too, his skin still warm from his shower. You feel his cock too, hard, heavy, and hot, pressing against your lower back. 

 All the other times that he’s been in this position with you it’s been his fingers knuckle deep inside of you while you squirm in his lap. And normally he’d be whispering filthy words in your ear that push you closer and closer to release. 

But he wants to let you have this, he rarely sees you this assertive in the bedroom and he can’t deny that it’s turning him the fuck on right now. Refraining from using any direct instructions, Joel hooks his chin over your shoulder so he can get a good look and innocently asks “Are you gonna keep going?” 

“Don’t rush me” you huff at his words, suddenly remembering your hand between your legs. “I’m the one in charge.” You try to sound calm and collected, but the desperation still clings to your every syllable. 

“I know, angel. I just wanna see you take the lead and boss me around like a good girl” Joel whispers against your neck. You swallow a small whine at his words that serve as a subtle reminder that he always has the upperhand, even when he lets you call the shots.

Unable to wait any longer, you slowly start rubbing your swollen clit with the pads of two fingers. Joel hums in delight.  With his face so close to yours, he can clearly hear all your little noises clear as day, the sweet sound of your quiet moans floating in his ear and traveling like a lit fuse down his spine. 

You gradually build up speed, the tight circles over your throbbing clit getting faster and faster. The sensation causes you to involuntarily roll your hips. Joel hisses quietly when you move and his cock twitches against your lower back at the slight friction,precum leaking from his tip and smearing against your soft skin. 

He watches you carefully as you slide your fingers down from your clit to your leaking hole. You gather your slick on your middle and forefinger before slowly pushing your fingers into your pulsing, wet heat.  A raspy moan bubbles up from his chest while your head falls backwards to rest on his shoulder while you slowly finger yourself.

He nudges his nose against your neck and hums as he lightly nips and sucks at the sensitive skin. A shiver courses down his spine and fog rolls over his head as he inhales the scent of your perfume, the one he picked out for you, and tastes your skin under his tongue. 

“Can hear it” Joel mumbles, his beard scratching lightly against your cheek as he talks. “Can hear how wet you are, angel.” 

He’s not exaggerating. The slick sounds of you pumping your fingers in and out of your dripping hole are easy to hear in the otherwise quiet room. 

Quickly growing impatient, you push your fingers as far as they’ll go and curl them upwards. You let out a loud moan as your fingers press into your g-spot. Joel makes a nearly identical sound when you reflexively roll your hips again, trying to deepen the sensation. 

It feels good, good enough to pull a continuous string of quiet and desperate mewls out of you, but it’s not enough. You can’t touch yourself the way Joel touches you, can’t reach all the right places that he can, can’t make yourself shake like he can. There’s denying that. And Joel knows it too. 

“S’not enough is it, angel?” Joel whispers, suppressing another moan in his throat when you rock your hips again. “You want me to fill you up, don’t you? Stuff you full of my cock, huh?” 

You groan in frustration and Joel is lucky that you can’t see the smirk that creeps up on his face. You’re determined to stay strong and in control. Joel is right though. Your whole body is burning with the need to be touched properly, to be full to the brim with his thick cock. 

“Just give it up, baby. I’ll make you feel so good, you know I will” Joel murmurs into your neck as he tightens his arms around your waist even more. He doesn’t even want you to give up, but he knows his taunting will spur you on. 

Just as he expected, his suggestion ignites a fire in you, a fire reminding you that you’re supposed to be in control right now, not him. 

You reluctantly stop your fingers and pull your hand away before moving to sit up. Joel easily lets you out of his grip, his arms falling heavily to his sides. He watches you as you sit up on your knees and turn around to face him. You place one knee on either side of his hips effectively straddling him with your bare cunt inches away from his crotch. 

He’s quick to notice how you’re holding your hand up off to your side, your fingers wet and shiny with your arousal. His mouth waters at the sight of your wet fingers, his entire body burning with desire to taste you and touch you and make you cum.

And He’s not shy about it, not at all. You smirk as you look at him staring at your fingers, his jaw slack and his eyes dark and wide. The ball is back in your court. 

“You wanna taste, baby?” you taunt while bringing your hand closer to his face stopping when your fingers are inches from his lips. 

His eyes flit between yours and your fingers, your scent filling his head with fuzz. Without answering, he leans forward in an attempt to take your fingers in his mouth. But you fully anticipated him trying to do that and you're faster to move your hand out of reach. 

“Nuh-uh, baby. Use your words. Tell me what you want” you tease, using his own words, the exact phrases that he loves to tease you with, against him. 

He sits back and looks up at you through his eyelashes with his big doe eyes and for the first time tonight you can see his resolve starting to crumble. 

“Let me taste you, angel.” Joel tries. He starts to move his hand to your thigh but the glare you give him stops him in his tracks. 

“Stop telling me what to do” you say. Your own confidence sends a rush down your spine. In any other situation, you know he’d flip you over and spank you until your ass is bright red for talking to him like that. Joel huffs and his jaw clicks faintly as he grinds his teeth together. You can see him internally debating his next move, the power struggle clear in his eyes. 

Unbearably turned on right now and with nothing to lose, he gives in. 

“Please let me taste you, baby. I’ve been thinking about it all fuckin’ day, need to taste how needy your little pussy is for me” Joel begs with a hint of a whine. He bats his eyelashes at you for comedic effect as if to say I’m only doing this for you. 

You roll your eyes, but you can’t stop the grin that tugs on the corners of your mouth. 

Either way, it’s enough for you so you bring your fingers back to his lips. Too impatient to wait any longer, he leans forward to meet your hand in the middle, his lips wrapping tightly around his two fingers while his hand comes up to hold your wrist in place. 

Your core throbs when his eyes flutter shut and drops his head back against the head. He has a death grip on your wrist and his tongue is warm and wet as he eagerly licks your fingers clean. 

To say Joel loves the way you taste would be a severe understatement. He craves it. He’ll spend hours between your legs, drunk on your taste as he lazily licks and slurps you down, giving your orgasm after orgasm until you’re begging for him to stop. And even at that point, he still manages to pull one or two more out of you whispering “just one more, cum on my tongue just one more time for me, angel.” 

Joel opens his eyes when he suddenly feels a drop of warm liquid on the underside of his cock. He pulls your fingers out of his mouth with a soft pop and lets go of your wrist. He looks down to where you’re hovering over him and his self-control flies right out the window. 

“Oh fuck, angel” Joel moans, looking down at where you’re hovering inches above him. You’re so turned on right now that you’re dripping onto him, a thin stand of clear fluid connecting your weeping cunt to his aching cock. Joel has never needed anything more than to bury himself deep inside of you right fucking now. 

You look down too and hot liquid pools in your tummy. From day one, Joel has made your body do all sorts of new things you never knew you could do since you’ve known him. In fact, the first time you slept with him, he had you squirting, for the first time in your life, all over his fingers and his t-shirt that he hadn’t even had the chance to take off yet in less than 5 minutes. 

But this has never happened and Joel is ecstatic. 

He looks back at you then quickly grabs your hips and tries to bring you down into his lap, but you’re quick to tense your muscles and resist his pull. And Joel, so turned on right now and needy for you, doesn’t even bother suppressing his deep, throaty whine, the sound going straight to your core.

At this point, you need him so badly that you’re nearly dizzy with it. You’re not sure how either of you have held out for so long and you’re determined to see how long it lasts. 

With a devilish glint in your eye, you look back at him and give him a wicked smirk. 

“Beg for it.” 

And he does because at the end of the day, he’s going to give you anything you want. Absolutely anything. 

“Baby, please let me fill up that sweet cunt, I’ll be good just– please give it to me, I need it so bad, angel” Joel groans, not caring one bit about how needy he sounds. 

It makes you whimper, the sound of his begging, his voice whiny and strained as he pleads for your pussy. With no delay, you reach down and behind you. Joel grunts loudly at the feeling of your soft hand, fingers wet with his spit, wrapping around the base of his cock and holding him in place. It’s the first real touch you’ve given him all day. 

You lower yourself slowly, the two of you moaning in unison when his tip catches on the rim of your leaking hole.

“Stay still for me” you command, already sounding out of breath. 

A strained sound comes from Joel as he watches you start to slowly sink down, the thick of his head pushing into your burning hot, dripping wet heat. Joel is a hot mess underneath you. His chest is burning red, the color rising up to his neck and face as he holds his breath. You can feel fingertips digging into the skin of your hips, his grip so tight that you can see the veins in his neck and arms start to bulge out against his skin. His eyes are screwed shut and his jaw is clenched, a visible display of the amount of self-restraint it’s taking him to not rock his hips up and slam his cock the rest of the inside of you. But you take your time, relishing in the feeling of his thick cock sliding deeper and deeper, pulsing and twitching against your walls as he makes room for himself inside of you. 

“Good boy” you praise with a breathless whisper. You immediately feel his fingers dig even further into your hips as he lurches inside of you, your praise going straight to his cock. 

You keep his reaction tucked away to use again later. 

You sink down some more and get just a little over halfway before you have to take a break. You feel impossibly full, his cock already so deep inside you that you can feel him in your stomach and your walls tingling as they stretch to accommodate him. It doesn't necessarily hurt and you’re much wetter than necessary, but  you didn’t properly prepare yourself and the feeling of being so full already is overwhelming nonetheless. 

Joel sees you wince slightly and immediately asks “You okay, baby?” with his eyebrows drawn together in concern. You nod vigorously and take a deep breath before you start to move again, your walls fluttering around him as you take the rest of him. The sound of your combined low moans fill the otherwise quiet room when you finally sink down the rest of the way, seated on his hips with his cock fully sheathed inside of you. 

He’s so deep inside you, that you can barely breathe. Still, you give an experimental rock, gasping when you move forwards, his tip kissing your cervix and moaning when you push your hips backward, feeling him curve perfectly against your g-spot. 

“Jesus fuckin’ christ” Joel groans, his face twisted like he’s in physical pain. 

You whine in response, a needy “Joel”  tumbling past your lips when he shifts slightly, sliding his cock just a centimeter further inside of you, getting so deep that can almost feel him in your throat. 

“M’right here, angel” Joel whispers as he starts smoothing his palms over your hips and thighs. “It’s a lot, isn’t it? Didn’t let me stretch you out properly on my fingers first, did you?”

You drop your gaze to the bed with a whine and shake your head. Joel sees you starting to lean into submission. You both knew that you’d give in as soon as he was inside you, but he’s not done yet. 

“Do you want to stop?” Joel asks, fully prepared to stop and take care of you if you said yes. But he knows you won’t. He smirks when you whip your head back up and look at him with wide eyes, panic evident on your face. 

“N-no” you whine. You start to rock your hips faster, proving to him that you can handle it. 

Joel groans when you start moving on top of him. His head falls backwards against the headboard, exposing his throat, the delicate skin damp with sweat. 

“Atta girl” Joel sighs, his hands rounding your hips and reaching behind you to palm at your ass. “You love it when I fill up and stretch your little pussy like this, don’t you, baby? Like feelin’ how big I am inside you?” 

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you moan at his words. 

“Yes, sir. You’re so fucking big” you whine and Joel grins at how you automatically slip in the honorific. 

“Yeah, I know you do,” Joel says as he swats lightly at your ass. He doesn’t move otherwise, just sits there and lets you try to finish what you started. “Take what you need, babygirl. Get yourself off with my cock.” 

“My cock” you huff as you slowly press into your knees and lift your hips up about halfway up his length before slowly sliding back down, sighing when he’s fully inside again. Joel tosses his head back against the headboard again, fully believing that you’re actively trying to torture him. 

“S’right, angel. It’s all yours” Joel confirms with a strained grunt. All of me. All for you” 

His words make you whimper again, high-pitched and needy. Your brain feels like it’s melting as you try to process this dynamic right now, how Joel is letting you do this and playing along and but still lacing his words and actions with his dominance. 

He watches you carefully, reading your facial expressions as you drag your hips up halfway again. This time though, you let yourself drop back down. You let out a garbled sound, something between a gasp and moan when Joel’s tip slams back deep inside of you, bolts of electricity radiating out from your core to every square inch of your body. Joel hisses a “shit” at the sudden pressure followed by the feeling of your walls squeezing him tight. When you recover, you start to gradually build your pace until you’re bouncing steadily on his cock. 

“That’s my good girl” Joel praises, his eyes glued to your breast bouncing inches in front of his face. 

He can’t help but lean forward and wrap his arms around your middle. He starts placing hot, wet kisses to the tops of your breasts, his warm breath fans over your sensitive skin as he groans quietly between each sloppy kiss. He stops occasionally to suck or nibble and scatters little red marks on your skin, claiming you as his and his only. 

Your hands fly up to his head when he wraps his lips around your nipple and rolls his tongue languidly around the hardened nub. Your fingers immediately tangle in the curls at the nape of his neck, tugging at the soft, fluffy lock. Joel growls against you as the sensation runs from his scalp down his spine and all the way down to his toes. 

He tightens his hold on you and pulls you even closer, nearly suffocating himself with his face smushed against your chest as he messily bites and sucks and licks all over. 

You try to hold out for longer, you really do. But your moan takes the shape of his name again when he rolls his hips up as you drop yours down, punching his tip right into your g-spot. 

Joel barely takes his mouth before he starts talking 

“Just tell me what to do, angel. Let me be good for you” he says, his voice low and gritty before sucking your nipple back into his mouth. 

“Be a good boy and pound me into this fucking mattress” you moan, placing the last shred of control you had back into his hands. 

Joel growls as he immediately flips the two of you over so that he’s leaning over you, his forearms on either side of your head. He looks at you and gives you a warm smile so big it crinkles the corners of his eyes. 

“You’re so pretty, angel.” Joel says softly, the hunger and arousal in his voice replaced with sweet tenderness. Your whole body flushes at the simple compliment, heat rising from your chest and creeping up your neck then settling on the apples of your cheeks. 

He ducks his head down to kiss you, gently molding his lips to yours as if he wasn’t inside of you five seconds ago. 

There’s the quick realization that you haven’t properly kissed him yet and suddenly the need to lick into his mouth and taste him settles heavy in your bones. Trying to deepen the kiss, you lift your head up and run your tongue over his lower lip but that’s all he lets you do before he pulls back. You whimper in frustration, your head dropping back onto the pillows. 

Joel whispers a sweet “I love you” before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. His words melt your heart in your chest until it’s just a puddle of burning in your chest. 

“I love you too, Joel” you whisper back, your voice cracking over the lump of emotions stuck in your throat. You just melt when he slows down for a minute and pushes his own needs and desires away, using any opportunity to just remind you of how much you mean to him. His affection always makes you feel warm and floaty and safe.

And he can’t stop himself from doing it. He’s so completely enamored with you, his sweet sweet girl that he just has to stop and appreciate you, especially when you’re about to let him fuck you stupid. 

“Roll over baby, put your cute little ass up in the air for me” Joel demands calmly, sitting back on his knees to give you enough room to move. 

Your thoughts are already slowing down like honey swirling around in your head so it takes a few extra seconds for you to process what he says. 

“You already feelin’ floaty, baby?” Joel asks with a slight laugh, watching you roll over at a leisurely pace with a lopsided grin on your face. “Thought you were the one in control.” 

“Still am,” you mumble unconvincingly as you press your cheek into the pillow and bend your knees underneath you until your ass is in the air on full display for him. Joel just chuckles quietly and stands on his knees between your legs.  

“Whatever you say, babydoll.” 

He grips your cheeks and spreads you open, groaning deep from his chest at the sight of your swollen pussy visibly clenching around nothing, your lips and the insides of your thighs shiny and wet. You whine at the cool air nipping at your burning heat, the sound morphing into a loud moan when he leans over and spits on your throbbing core. He watches intently as the warm liquid slides down your slit and mixes with the slick that’s already leaking out of you. He keeps one hand on you but wraps his other around himself and lines up with your hole. 

“M’gonna ruin this this little cunt, baby” is all the warning you get before he’s plowing back into you so hard that your vision blacks out for a second. 

You yelp in surprise before a long, continuous string of loud moans and whimpers starts pouring out of your mouth. He’s relentless with it, jackhammering into you with absolutely no mercy. This position gives him the best angle to pound into your favorite spot that turns you into an incoherent mess. So he adjusts his stance slightly and angles his hips until you cry out and flail underneath him letting him know he found it.

“There you go, angel” he sighs. “Fuck you take it so well, baby, like my cock was made for fuckin’ this pretty pussy.” 

 He keeps the same angle and slides a hand underneath you. He takes a few seconds to prod his fingertips around where he’s pounding into you just feeling how your tight light hole stretches every time he slams into you. “Love this perfect little pussy” Joel sighs as he presses two fingers against your swollen clit. “My perfect little pussy.” 

You sob at the pressure and Joel inhales sharply, his dick lurching inside of you when you clamp down on him. But he doesn’t let up, not one bit. He keeps pummeling into you as he quickly builds up speed with the circles he’s tracing over your clit. You can feel hot tears brimming in your eyes as he gives you everything you need. 

Pleasure wraps itself around the base of your spine and seeps into your veins, coursing through your entire body until every nerve is tingling and leaving you a quivering mess as you try to hold on for just a bit longer, wanting this feeling to last forever.  

“Don’t hold back, baby. I can feel your tight little cunt squeezing me” Joel pants, fully aware of how close you are.  “Give it to me, angel, I’ve got you. Just wanna feel fuckin’ soak my cock, baby.” 

You have no fight left in you so you let go. 

Joel watches in amazement as you start to shake uncontrollably underneath him. The tears start to run down your face as wave after wave of pleasure crashes down on top of you, flooding every single one of your senses. Your vision goes black as TV static roars in your ears and every nerve ending in your body feels raw and exposed. 

“Good girl, baby. Just like that. You feel so fuckin’ good, sweet girl” Joel moans as you fall apart on his cock and his eyes roll back in his head when he feels you gush around him. He fucks you through it, obviously. with your juices leaking down his cock and dripping down to his balls. He mutters “God fuckin’ damn” from somewhere behind you, the sensation sending tingles up and down his spine and igniting something deeply desperate inside of him. 

Meanwhile, you’re still shaking violently, your limbs jerking with random movement as the aftershocks steadily rock through you. The intense pleasure starts to fade as an even greater sense of relaxation starts to replace it. Joel is still pounding into you as he chases after his orgasm with no regard. Your head feels thick and stuffy like someone replaced your brain with cotton and it feels like your skin is on fire. Then your limbs start to feel heavy and tingly and you both know what’s about to happen. 

Aware that your hearing is starting to fade, Joel leans over you until his chest is pressed firmly against your back. 

“You still with me, angel?” Joel grunts near your ear, still refusing to let up on his pace, his hips snapping into yours relentlessly. 

You nod lazily, a big grin spreading across your face when you hear his voice in your ear. But he still sounds miles away and it’s getting harder and harder to focus on anything other than the electric shocks pulsing through your body as he pushes into your g-spot over and over again while the unyielding weight of deep relaxation pulls you under. 

“Good girl” Joel praises before placing a quick kiss on your jaw. If you’re still with him, he only has a few more seconds left before you drift somewhere else entirely. 

“Can I come, angel? Have I been good?” Joel asks. It’s quickly followed by a strained grunt when he feels you spasm around him. He’s making you stupid with his cock and yet he still finds it in him to play into your desires and beg for you again just because he knows how much you like it. And he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t like it too. 

“Tell me I can cum, baby. God I need it you drive me fucking crazy baby, please” Joel pants completely unable to mask his desperation anymore. He’s suddenly overwhelmed by the completely foreign sensation of physically wanting to be good for you, finally understanding the rationale behind your yearning for his constant praise.

You must already be gone, you think because there’s no way that Joel, your big, dominant man who would knock someone’s teeth out if they even looked at you wrong, is begging you to cum. You try to speak, but your tongue feels heavy in your mouth and all that comes out are breathy gasps each punctuated Joel’s hips slamming against your ass. 

Joel sees you struggling to talk and his cock throbs in response but he tries to hold off until you respond. 

“C’mon, angel” he grunts encouragingly. “I know you can do it. Tell me I can fill up your little pussy with my cum til it’s running down your fuckin’ legs” 

His words give you the push you need to move your lips again. You manage to get out a slurred “yessirplease” followed by a loud, unrestrained moan. Joel groans loudly and can’t help but smile at your response, answering his begging with your own begging and giving a perfect display of how much you needed each other. 

But the need to cum quickly pushes out all of his thoughts. With a heavy exhale through his nose, he shoves your hips down, presses both palms down on your lower back, pushing you down into the mattress. 

He keeps his eyes on you, completely focused on your face squished against the pillow and  the way your eyelashes are fluttering against your cheek that’s wet and shiny with tears as he continues to use you for his own pleasure while simultaneously taking you to the place only he can take you to. 

In his classic Joel manner, he brings two fingers to your mouth and gently slips them through your parted lips. He presses down on your tongue and even though you feel miles away from your body, you still reflexively close your mouth and suckle on his fingers. 

That does it for him. The way your hot, wet cunt is squeezing him so hard he can barely move combined with the feeling of your spit already leaking out of the corners of your mouth as you drool on his fingers is all he needs.

You whine through it all, not realizing what’s happening until his hips falter and still inside of you. He buries himself deep inside of you and cums with a loud, broken moan, filling you up with ropes and ropes of hot cum just like he promised. 

When he’s finished, stays inside and collapses on top of you, careful not to crush or scare you while you’re in this delicate headspace. 

With a deep sigh, he nudges his nose under your jaw to gently kiss your pulse point and he feels it hammering faintly against his lips.  He whispers words of sweet praise against the damp skin of your neck, gently roping you back in from where you went. 

You announce your reentry to the atmosphere with a loud sniffle and long and low pathetic whine of his name. 

“You’re okay, angel” Joel mumbles against your jaw before kissing your cheek. “I’ve got you, my sweet girl.” 

You’re still tingly and trembling as you return back to body and a wave of exhaustion hits you like a brick to the face. You hum softly as Joel rolls off of you and lies on his back before quickly pulling you into his side. 

He engulfs you in his arms, holding you as close as physically possible. His heart flutters in his chest when you snuggle your face against his chest, your cheek wet and feverishly warm. He brings a hand up to your head and gently pets your hair, patiently waiting for your breathing to return to normal. 

When you finally stop trembling, Joel sighs and whispers “I think I’m gonna start jerkin’ off in the shower more often.” It makes you laugh. The sound comes out as a sharp exhale through your nose and with that, Joel knows your back. 

“Can we order in tonight?” you ask, your voice quiet and weak. Joel chuckles, amused by the fact that he just fucked your brains out and the now the first thin on your mind is what’s for dinner. 

“Sure, angel. Picked up some ice cream for ya when I was at the store. It's waitin' for you in the freezer.” 

You beam into his chest, absolutely tickled pink at the seemingly small action. And just to add the cherry on top, you pick your head up to look at him before whispering “good boy.”

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