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pleading the fifth on this one

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Hold Me Down (Is This A New Start?) - Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: After a long, hard day of work you just want to go home and go to bed. But, when you get a persistent knock on your door from Rafe fucking Cameron. you know you’re gonna have a long night ahead. Letting him in, after two months of not seeing him, you fully anticipated a screaming match. But, you got something much different than you bargained for—much better too.

CW/TWs: brief angst, brief mentions of Rafe being on house arrest lol, feminine pronouns used, gorgeous/sweet girl/baby/darlin' as nicknames, toxic behavior, canon-adjacent Rafe, mean-ish Rafe, smut, piv sex, oral sex (male receiving), impact play, (not really) lowkey daddy kink, brat reader, dumbification, degradation kink, praise kink, overstimulation, breath play, unprotected sex (be safe I am nawt your mom gn), allusions to a pain kink for sure, mushy gushy sweet ending, not highly edited or reviewed

Words: 8.1k+

Note: 18+ MDNI, really just fucking don’t. I wrote this one in first person because writing in second person irritates my very soul. Uhhhh so this kinda came out of left field and I did nawt plan on writing this but here we are! But such is life! Anyways…back to regularly scheduled programming.

It had been a long day - too long. There was something exceedingly exhausting about living paycheck to paycheck that the average person didn’t understand. There was nothing quite as specific as the exhaustion that you encountered by overworking yourself day after day, week after week, month after month, all for nothing. Because that’s what this all amounted to. Nothing. Nothing extra at the end of the week to take home, nothing to do anything nice with. Just nothing. And nothing sucked the joy out of your day like knowing you’d have to get up the next day and do it all over again.

When I’d finally gotten home from a shift that didn’t end until almost the crack of fucking dawn - a good twelve hours after I was supposed to have gotten off shift - there was not a thing I wanted more than to sleep. Still, even as I sat on my fucking couch, my woes could not end. There was a loud, demanding knock on the door.

The first time I ignored it.

The second time I ignored it.

The third time, an annoyed voice accompanied the knock.

“Baby, open the fucking door,” came the snarl from the other side. I groaned and ran my hands down my face. I really didn’t want to deal with Rafe today. Not like that had ever deterred him before. “Baby, come on. Listen. Please. The cops are fucking trolling around outside. Baby, please open the door.”

I groaned and pulled myself to my feet, opening the apartment door. Standing there, looking at pitiful as ever was Rafe fucking Cameron. The bane of my existence. My more-or-less on-again-off-again boyfriend—though I’d sooner bash my head against the door than admit that. I glared at the ass who had done nothing but make my life harder since he’d entered it. Then, I stepped to the side and let him in. He stepped in and closed the door quickly, locking it behind him. He turned to me and pressed an absent-minded kiss to my forehead before going to sit down on the couch.

“You look like shit, darlin’,” he said. When he even had the decency to look up and notice I was there.

“Thanks,” I said dryly. I looked down at his leg. His ankle monitor looked fucked. “What the fuck did you do this time?”

“Just a little mod,” he said casually. “I needed to get out for a minute.”

“Why did you come here?” I demanded. “Did you stash more fucking coke in my house I swear to fucking God I will kill you. I am not catching a fucking charge for you, asshole.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Why would I leave my coke with you knowing that you’d throw it out, baby? That’s just bad business. Besides, darlin’ the cops aren’t outside for me some loser is probably getting caught selling a few doors down again. And hey? It’s a crime to want to see you now, darlin’?” he asked, winking.

“No. But it is a crime to skip out on house arrest, Rafe,” I said blandly. “And I know damn well that you’re not here because you want to see me. I’m just convenient to you like fucking always.”

He rolled his eyes as if I were being the dramatic one. “What’s wrong now, gorgeous?” he drawled. “Always seems like there’s something these days, hmm?”

I clenched my jaw. “Fuck you, Rafe. Get the hell out,” I snapped.

Rafe frowned. Stood again and walked over to me. He placed his hands on my hips, refusing to leave. I, in turn, refused to look at him. “Look at me, darlin’,” he demanded. Reluctantly I did. “What’s wrong?” I didn’t answer. He brushed my hair back from my face and just kept looking at me. “Come on, sweet girl. Tell me…what’s wrong.” He smiled to himself when I still didn’t answer. “You know better than anyone I’m not going to leave until you tell me, baby…so come on…what’s wrong with my sweet girl?”

“Fuck you,” I repeated weakly, pulling out of his arms. I plopped down on my couch, curling into myself and closing my eyes. “Just fucking leave when you see the cops are gone. I can’t be bothered today.” The asshole had the audacity to laugh at my words. “Shut the fuck up, Rafe.”

Dramatically, Rafe sighed and knelt down on the ground in front of me. I felt him grab my knees and pull me to face him. I had no choice but to unfurl, otherwise, I would’ve fallen into him, which I had no interest in doing. So, I leaned back into the couch, trying to ignore the heat of his hand sinking into my cold legs through worn jeans. It was hard to ignore that. Hard to ignore any of him, really. And he knew that. That’s why he only waited through my stubborn silence for a few minutes.

“Come on, baby,” he hummed. “Tell me what’s wrong. I’m sorry I’m a dick, darlin’…you know I care.”

I laughed weakly, eyes still closed. “No. No, you don’t,” I said flatly.

He ignored my words and kept rubbing my legs. “It’s so fucking cold in here, baby,” he commented. “And your legs are freezing. Your heat not working?”

“No, it's working. It’s just too fucking expensive to heat this shitty goddamn apartment and I’m not forking over more money to the cunt landlord,” I said sharply, glaring at him. “Did you suddenly forget what life is like if—” I cut myself off, shaking my head.

He had the audacity to glare back if you could believe it. Then, he slapped my inner thigh. “I told you to call me if you needed help,” he hissed. He slapped my other thigh. “The fuck are you doing? What game are you playing at, baby?”

I pushed him away from me with my foot. “A game where I don’t need to rely on a man who is a fucking wannabe felon,” I snapped.

He rolled his eyes and got to his feet. “Newsflash, baby, you do need me,” he said, sounding way too smug about it.

“Fuck you, Rafe. I need a bullet to the brain more than I need you,” I sneered.

“That’s cute.” He continued on like I didn’t even speak in the first place. “I could give you that, if you want. But that doesn’t change anything about it, darlin’. You need my money, you need my cock, you need my love. You’ve said it yourself that no one gives it to you as good as I do. And I know you haven’t been looking which means you’re still as invested in this as I am. So.” He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. “When I tell you if you need my fucking money to heat your stupid apartment because your ass is too stubborn to move in with me…then you fucking call me.”

“You are not my fucking father,” I snapped, pulling out of his tough.. “Like I said. Bullet to the fucking brain before this shit anymore. I’m sick of it.”

“I don’t know. You do call me daddy a lot,” he mocked. He smiled down at me, but there was hardly any warmth to it. “But, oh? You’re so sick of it, hmm? You want to be brainless?” He laughed. “Well, I can make you brainless without having to put a hole in your pretty little head.” He wound his hand tightly in my hair, pulling my face towards his while I sharply inhaled. “And you’ll remember exactly why you’re not done with me, gorgeous.”

I glared at him. “I haven’t seen you in two months. The last time I did see you, you called me a stupid, worthless cunt and told me that you never wanted to see me again. And you think you can just show up here and get me to listen to you?” I demanded. I felt my face heating with my frustration. “Just like that? You think you’re…you think you’re worth me listening to?” I laughed. “Like I said. Fuck you, Rafe. I deserve…I deserve so much better than this. Than you.”

There was a mocking pout on his face. He reached out and grabbed my face again, squeezing my chin. “You think you’re going to find someone better than me?” he asked incredulously. He let out a laugh. “And where do you think you’ll find someone like that?” I didn’t answer. I refused to give him the satisfaction. He chuckled, but then his face went serious. “I’m sorry that I haven’t seen you in months, darlin’. I’m sorry that I said I never wanted to see you again. I was pissed, sweet girl. I didn’t mean it.”

“Oh you never mean it,” I said, the sarcasm’s impact dampened by the tearful sound of my voice.

He moved his hand from my chin to cup my face. I hated myself for it, but I did lean into the touch. “Come on, sweet girl…don’t be like that, baby,” he said. He leaned forward and dropped a kiss to the side of my neck. “You know that I love you.” Another kiss, followed by a short nip. “I’ve been busy, darlin’. That’s all. I’m sorry. I should’ve called, sweet girl. I know that. I’m not mad.”

“You were mad,” I accused, glaring at him.

“I was mad, baby,” he said, deceptively calm. “I was…frustrated that you wouldn’t let me take care of you. I just want what’s best for you. But I’m not mad anymore.”

“Well maybe I’m mad at you,” I retorted, harshness still lessened by the teary voice and the way I leaned into him.

“That’s okay,��� he practically cooed. He pressed another kiss to my neck then moved so we were face to face, just a breath between us. He smirked, eyes drifting down to my lips and then back up. “You can be mad at me as long as you want, sweet girl. Just as long as you tell me that you love me.”

I sighed and closed my eyes. “No,” I said stubbornly.

“Come on, sweet girl, please,” Rafe purred, stroking my neck with his hand lazily. “I love you, darlin’.”

“I love you,” I said, voice breaking. My eyes popped open and I felt the tears in them.

Rafe’s smirk didn’t waver, but his eyes did soften. He let out a hum and wiped a tear that slipped. “There’s my sweet girl,” he cooed. He leaned forward and pressed a long, languid kiss to my lips. “Let me make it up to you, baby.” Another long kiss—lazier this time. “Let me apologize for calling you names, baby.” Another kiss. “Remind you that you’re my special, sweet girl.”

I huffed. “Oh so you wanna fuck me and suddenly I’m not a stupid, worthless cunt then?” I spat, voice dripping insecurity.

Rafe rolled his eyes so hard I was shocked that his eyes didn’t stick in the back of his head. “You’re not a stupid, worthless cunt. You’re my sweet girl and you know it,” he drawled. “I was a little fucking high when I said that. I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry.”

I gave him a withering glare. “Oh and you’re not high now?” I asked even though I could already tell he wasn’t. He gave me a flat look and I deflated, leaning back, covering my face as I leaned against the arm of the couch. I sniffled. “Okay, I’m sorry. That wasn’t fair. I didn’t mean it.”

He chuckled dryly and rubbed my leg gently. “It’d be fair if you did,” he drawled. He squeezed my leg. “And it’s fine that it’s not fair, sweet girl. I wasn’t fair. So.” He grabbed my legs and lowered them both to the floor. He gently pried my legs open leaning further into my space, hands dancing up both my thighs now. “How about I be real nice and make it up to you?”

“No,” I said stubbornly, glaring half-heartedly down at him. I felt his hand toy with the waist of my jeans, dancing just over the button. “I don’t want you to.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow, unconvinced considering I’d begun to lean into his space more, opening my legs to give him more space to occupy, more space to get closer. “Oh?” he posed, tone almost mocking. “You don’t want to?”

“No,” I corrected, grabbing his hand, putting it back on my hair to silently prompt him to grab it just as he did before. “I don’t want you to be nice.” I glowered at him .”It’s been two months, Rafe. I need…”

He let out a low chuckle, eyes dark with quickly emerging lust. “Fuck, darlin’, tell me…what do you need?” he asked.

I blinked slowly, still looking right into his eyes, intoxicated by him already from such a short time together. “I need you to take care of me like you always do,” I said quietly.

Immediately, his hand wound tightly through my hair and he rose to his feet, forcing me to tilt my head up. I felt my breath hitch in my throat as I looked up at him, my eyes wide and wanting. I bit my lip, eyes trailing slowly down his body, to his belt at my eye level, and then back up. He chuckled again, grinning down at me. He wound his hand a bit tighter in my hair making me let out a squeak as he dragged me just a bit closer to his body.

“You need me to take care of you?” he posed, tone just shy of mocking. “Need me to help turn off that gorgeous fucking brain of yours, baby?” He used his free hand to trail down my cheek, fingers briefly touching my neck and stopping there. “Need me to fuck you stupid, sweet girl?”

Taking a shaky breath, I reached out, hand loosely holding his belt buckle. “Yes,” I said breathlessly.

I reveled in the sudden, sharp sting in my cheek. “Try again,” he warned, voice raspy.

“Yes…please fuck me stupid, daddy,” I said, batting my eyes up at him. “I don’t wanna think anymore.”

“Fuck,” Rafe muttered, his voice raspier still, thick with lust. He chuckled and loosened his hand in my hair before dropping it. He took his shirt off and then knotted a hand back in my hair. “Okay, baby. I’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of my sweet girl.” He stroked my cheek gently with his free hand before moving it to his belt buckle and undoing it with ease. He then smirked down at me, inclining his head. “Well? Take me out, darlin’.” I glanced down at his open belt but he tutted, tilting my chin back up. “No, baby. Keep your eyes on me.” His request was one that was most easy for me to accommodate considering I felt like I’d die if I looked away from him.

My hands trembled as I reached forward, taking the belt off of him. I was ready to throw it to the side but Rafe held out a hand. Without even questioning it, I placed it in his hand. He then set it to the side and gestured with his head at me to continue. Which, I happily did. I heard him let out a quiet chuckle as I undid the button on his pants and brought down the zipper without breaking eye contact. I almost hastily pulled down the fabric until it sagged the rest of the way down. I raised my eyebrows at Rafe in a silent plea.

“What, baby?” he asked, amused, tightening his grip on my hair. I let out a weak whine and pouted. “What? You gotta tell me what you want, sweet girl. Use your words.”

“I wanna see your cock,” I responded, hooking my hand on the hem of the waistband of his boxers. I tilted my head to the side, jutting my bottom lip out further. “Please, daddy.”

He let out a dark chuckle. “Okay, baby,” he drawled. I hummed, pleased with myself, and looked down, prepared to take his boxers off. But, he tutted, turning my head up with his grip on my hair so I’d meet his eyes again. “Nuh, uh, darlin’. Keep those gorgeous eyes on me still. Don’t you dare even think about looking at my cock yet, baby. Just get it out.”

“But—” I began to complain before being silenced with another warning slap on the cheek making me whine and pull back slightly; not that Rafe let me get very far.

“No but, baby. You listen to me. Be a good girl,” Rafe warned, tone darkening. “You know I want what’s best for you, right, sweet girl?” I nodded through teary eyes, looking back up at him. He cursed under his breath at the sight, tightening and then loosening his hand in my hair once more. “Good girl, baby. Such a good fucking girl. Now, get my cock out. And don’t even look at it.”

I shivered at the order but complied. I reached and used two fingers to gently drag the fabric of the boxers down until they too gave way, falling down past his knees. Using every bit of restraint I had, I kept my eyes locked on his, refusing to look at his dick even as it hung directly in front of my face. Rafe hummed, his free hand moving from his side to wrap around himself, pumping lazily. I swallowed, biting my tongue as a reminder to keep my eyes up. A mocking laugh fell from Rafe’s mouth at the sight and I felt my stomach tighten.

“Oh there’s my good girl,” he cooed. “She can finally fucking listen, huh? So proud of you baby. Little slut that you are, I didn't think you’d be able to do it.” I let out a tiny whimper at his words, feeling a growing, heated pit of arousal low in my stomach. I shifted slightly, just barely able to keep my eyes from falling down. He chuckled again and pursed his lips. “How about you take your clothes off for me baby? Then I’ll let you look all you want at your favorite part of me.”

“All my clothes, daddy?” I checked. He nodded. I all but raced myself to do so. I whipped off the shirt I had on with ease and shimmied out of my jeans easily enough. Sitting there in my bra and panties, Rafe told me to stop and so I paused, looking up at him. “Yes, daddy?”

“Nothing, darlin’…just wanna look at you a minute,” he said, eyes dark with lust. “So fucking pretty, baby. God on fucking high, can’t imagine what I did to deserve such a blessing.”

“Stop,” I dismissed, blushing.

“Nah, baby. You’re a fucking twelve-course meal and I plan to have all of ‘em,” he dismissed, stepping closer and grabbing my chin. “And you aren’t gonna say some dumb shit like that again. We clear, baby?”

“Yes, daddy,” I murmured, feeling his thumb ghost up to trace my bottom lip. My breath hitched in my throat and he seemed to remember himself.

He pulled away and smirked down at me. “Bra and panties off. Let me see that pretty pussy, darlin’. Been missing it so much while I was gone,” he purred. I shivered at his words but peeled them off, shivering at the cold feeling of the air against my nipples and the cool fabric of the couch against my exposed core, quickly growing wet. “Fuck you’re so pretty. Look at you…all this…just for me.” He came closer again—even more this time—and his hand loosely went around my jaw, jerking my head up. “You are just for me, aren’t you baby?” I nodded immediately. He glared, his voice gruffer. “Words, darlin’. Or I might not be inclined to be too nice to you.”

“Yes, daddy,” I said breathlessly, wide-eyed. “All yours. Just for you.” I felt my heart beating rapidly in anticipation of seeing Rafe smile down at me. “Daddy?”

“Yes, baby?” he asked, hand still hooked around my jaw.

“Can I look please?” I asked sweetly, pouting up at him.

His lips quirked into a smirk and he narrowed his eyes looking at me, appraising. “I don’t know, baby. You think I should let you?” he asked.

“Please,” I said, pouting. “I just wan’ you. Want to see you. Wanna have you.”

“Awe with my sweet girl saying all that, well how could I say no?” he drawled, removing his hand from my neck to trail back and join the other in my hair. “Go ahead and look, darlin’. Take as long as you’d like.”

Ever so slowly, I broke my eye contact with Rafe, trailing my gaze down to his dick. Rafe’s confidence even as he stood bare as the day he was born was one of the things that had initially attracted me to him. But, looking at him now, lazily pumping his hand over his cock while he smirked down at me? I don’t think that I’d ever been quite so down bad for him. Which was…concerning, maybe? Pathetic, perhaps? But I didn’t care. At that moment, with his long, thick dick just hovering right in front of me, all I could think about was how badly I wanted him. Of how long I’d wanted him…of how long I’d waited.

“What? I don’t even gotta fuck you to turn that pretty brain off anymore?” he said, voice an alluring growl as he let out a dark sort of chuckle. “Got you so trained to take my dick you don’t even try to fight it, do you sweet girl?”

I shifted at his words, suddenly feeling my core flutter at his words, clenching regrettably—miserably—around nothing. His smirk increased tenfold at that and he stepped closer so that there was practically no space between us, not that there had been much before. Now, his cock stood proudly just next to my face. Again, ever so slowly I raised my eyes to meet his again. And the desperation must’ve been clear in my gaze if the smug, self-satisfied look in his were anything to go by.

“And this was supposed to be for you,” he hummed. “My dumb little baby won’t be able to think for herself and tell me what she wants when I get started, will she?” I let out a pathetic little whimper. “You just need something in that sweet little pussy and your perfect mouth, huh?” His eyes trailed down to my lips, briefly displaying the heated desire he was feeling before moving to meet mine again. “Tell me one thing, darlin’, okay? Think your cute lil’ brain can take that?”

“Yes, daddy,” I said, voice coming out breathy. I squirmed slightly, squeezing my thighs together to avoid doing something like grinding on the couch and making him stop this before it even started.

“I don’t have too much patience before I gotta get in that tight fucking cunt, gorgeous,” he drawled. “So…tell me. You want me to eat that pretty pussy? Or do you want to choke on my cock?” He grinned, sharp-edged and shark-like. “It’s up to you.” An aborted moan came out of me at his words. The answer for me, right now, at least, was obvious. I glanced down at his dick and then back up. “Nuh uh, darlin’. You tell me which one you want.”

“I want you to fuck my throat,” I whined, looking up at him wide-eyed.

Rafe chuckled, hands tightening in my hair. “I’ll give you a pass on not addressing me properly this once because you said something so sweet, darlin’. But don’t do it again,” he said, half-mocking, half-warning. I nodded eagerly. One hand released my hair. He pat my cheek and then held my jaw tightly between two fingers. “That’s my girl.” The possessiveness dripped off his tone. “Now be good for daddy and open that fucking mouth.”

My mouth fell open without much thought after that. He grinned as I left it open, tongue sticking out just the way he liked it. His thumb pressed down on my tongue, head tilting slightly to the side as he looked at me. I moaned at even that simple feeling, my body practically trembling with want for him. But, for a good few long moments, that’s all he did, slowly pressing his thumb more against my tongue. But, after a few moments, he drew it away, using his free hand to lazily pump his cock—still only half-hard—in his hand. I inhaled shakily, eyes looking at his heavy cock, knowing the weight and feel of it without even touching it.

“Mmm,” Rafe said, letting out a leisurely sigh as he jerked himself off in front of me. “You want my dick, sweet girl?” I nodded eagerly, tongue still shamelessly hanging out of my mouth. “You want me to make you choke on my fucking cock, baby?” Again, I nodded and he groaned. “You’re so fucking sexy, darlin’, fuck.” I watched with rapt attention as a bead of pre-cum leaked from the tip of his dick. I heard Rafe chuckle not a moment later. “Holy shit are you drooling, baby? Fuck, you really want this dick, huh? Well, I don’t wanna leave you wanting.”

Rafe used the hand in my hair to bring my head closer and anchor it in place. His other hand still held his dick that he was bringing towards my awaiting mouth. The second I felt the tip of his dick touch my tongue I groaned in appreciation at finally having something, feeling myself growing wetter and wanting. Already, with him not even having touched me yet, I was a mess. Rafe knew it damn well too. He chuckled, slapping his dick against my tongue making me inhale sharply then let out a tiny little whimper.

“Should I stop teasing you baby?” he said, voice measured, even, and entirely unaffected—as if he were in a business meeting and not getting ready to ruin my throat. “Should I make sure you lose your voice tomorrow now?” I nodded as best I could while ensuring that his dick did not fall from my tongue which just made him let out another low groan. “Alright, then, baby. You asked for it. Time for you to put that fucking mouth to work.”

I barely had the time to inhale before I felt Rafe’s heavy member settling against my tongue. I let out a breathy moan, reflexively hollowing out my cheeks and bobbing my head to take him further into my mouth. I moved my hands to touch him and he slapped them away.

“No fucking hands,” he grunted, pulling my hair so I’d look up at him before pushing me down to the hilt of him, nose settling against his pelvis. He cursed and I felt his dick pulse in my mouth as he looked down at me, eyes dark and wanting. “So fucking pretty when I’m stretching your fucking mouth open, baby. Look at you. So fucking good.” My core fluttered again at his words, clenching and unclenching while I felt myself starting to dampen the couch slightly the wetter I got. “Gonna fuck your throat now, darlin’.”

With the minimal warning issued, he thrust heavily, pulling out of my mouth almost entirely before thrusting entirely back in. I forced myself to breathe through my nose, relaxing before something unfortunate could happen like my gag reflex being triggered. I moaned around him, using my tongue as little as I could find myself able to when he started to consistently, aggressively thrust himself to the back of my throat. I whimpered at the feeling, grinding absent-mindedly against the rough fabric of the couch, letting my tongue trace along the vein on the underside of his dick.

Rafe caught sight of my desperate rutting against the couch and he let out a dark, slightly breathless chuckle without interrupting the pace of his thrusting. “God, look at my desperate fucking baby. What, is daddy not taking care of you fast enough? Fuck,” he grunted. “You wanna grind like a desperate, needy, brainless little toy? I should make you fucking get off of my thigh without me touching you?” My choked whine of displeasure at the threat made him let out another mean sort of laugh. “Don’t worry, darlin’. That’s gonna be for later.” I let out another whine at the promise then. “Yeah, baby. Gonna make you get yourself off on my leg and then I’m gonna eat your pussy so good. Gonna make you cum for me at least five times before I stop. I’ll fucking tie you up if I gotta, gorgeous. Gonna make my sweet girl so overstimulated she’s not gonna think ‘bout anything but my fucking cock…my fucking mouth…my fucking hands.” Each word was punctuated by a pointed thrust down my throat. “As if you think about anything else, my dumb little fuckin’ baby, yeah?”

When he pulled out of my mouth entirely, releasing my hair, I reflexively gasped in a breath of air, eyes wide and watering. I looked up at him. But, Rafe was still non-plussed by how fucked out I already was. He wasn’t even pausing, barely breaking even a bead of sweat across his gorgeous, obscenely perfect body. No, instead, he knelt down in front of me, one hand making its way immediately to my pussy and finding my clit like two ends of a magnet attracting to each other. He let out a low tutting sound, shaking his head at me as I bucked my hips against his hand before I could stop myself.

“So fucking sloppy, pretty girl. Is this all for me?” he asked, his voice both teasing and harsh. “Barely even done anything to you, baby. You’re just that much of a needy little fuckin’ slut for me, huh?” I let out a high-pitched keening noise and he hummed, wrapping his hand around my throat to make me focus on him even as he slipped two thick digits inside of me. “You want me, baby?” His voice was husky, rasping and his alluring eyes were locked intently on me.

“Yes, daddy,” I whined, voice weak around the whining and moans that I couldn’t help but release as he finger fucked me into oblivion. Even with so little direct stimulation, I felt my legs starting to tremble and my stomach starting to tighten, coiling and ready to barrel quickly towards release. Rafe could tell too based on the way my pussy was practically trying to swallow his fingers whole. “Please.”

“Please what, sweet girl?” he cooed, pretending like he didn’t already know damn well what I wanted.

“Fuck me,” I begged.

“Oh but you sound so pretty when you’re whining, gorgeous,” he groaned. “And I need you to be nice and fuckin’ ready for me. So I need you to cum for me before I fuck you.” My stomach tightened further just on the edge of sweet, sweet release that I’d been missing the past two months while he was missing on fucking house arrest. “Okay, baby?”

“Okay,” I sobbed, hips trying to buck even as he used his massive hand to direct my hips to keep the rhythm he wanted, the other tightening around the outside of my throat, making my eyes roll.

“Good girl,” he huffed. He paused his speech a moment, his fingers moving even faster, making me choke out a sobbing moan, head falling back until he squeezed my throat again in warning, making me lift my head. He then issued a command. A single word. “Cum.”

And who was I to disobey?

The coil in my stomach exploded into a mirage of light behind my eyes as they rolled back. I felt a slightly shrill shriek erupt from my mouth more than I actually heard myself. And all that I could think of beyond the veil and haze of pleasure was the feeling of Rafe’s hands, his skin so close to me. He supported my body as I slumped against him, both of his hands moving to rest low on my hips.

“Good job, gorgeous. You look so fucking pretty falling apart for me,” he encouraged, his voice an appreciative, warm grumble of affection. His hands ghosted up and down my sides. “You ready for me to fuck you, pretty little thing?”

“Yes, daddy,” I said, letting out a long, shaky sigh. I reached out, hands trailing up the planes of his solid chest, leaning my head on him to listen to his steady, calm heartbeat. “Thank you, daddy.”

“Of course, baby,” he said. I could hear the smugness in his voice but I didn’t care. He leaned me back on the couch and moved to get up. I let out a whine of dissatisfaction and grabbed his hand tightly, pulling him back towards me. He looked amused as he raised a brow. “I have to go get a condom, sweet girl.”

“No,” I said stubbornly.

“No?” he asked.

“Have you been fucking bitches on house arrest?” I asked, bottom lip jutting out.

He reached out, pulling my lip down and looking at it in undisguised intrigue. “No,” he admitted.

“Well, then you haven’t worn a condom with me before. So fuck’s sake, Rafe just fuck me,” I demanded.

Rafe’s eyes had a hardened sort of glee to them. His hand moved before I registered it and my head turned as his palm made contact with my cheek. Again, my core clenched around nothing. This time, I bit back the moan that threatened to escape.

“Who?” he warned, sounding all too happy to remind me of my place.

“Fuck me, daddy,” I reiterated, still with an extreme attitude. “Fuck me, don’t pull out cum in me, I don’t care. Just fuck me, daddy.”

“Drop the attitude,” Rafe said, a final warning.

“No,” I spat, knowing exactly where it would get me. You know, right where I wanted.

Instead of slapping me again as I’d first expected, Rafe tilted my head up with just his pointer finger under my chin, his shark-like smile back again. “Do you want to be punished, baby?” he asked, sounding all too eager. I offered no answer. He used his free hand and slapped me, harder this time. I couldn’t bite back the moan this time, or the way that my hand tried to drift between my legs. He caught my wrist easily to stop me. “Answer me or I’m gonna stop. I’ll walk out the fucking door, darlin’.” My bottom lip quivered at the thought, chest heaving. “Do you want a punishment, baby?”

“Y-yes, daddy,” I admitted after another stubborn moment.

“Well why didn’t you say so, darlin’,” he cooed sarcastically.

In a flurry of movement, Rafe sat on the couch and had me over his knee. My bare, soaked cunt made contact with his hard knee and I choked on a moan at that feeling. I barely had time to register the change in position before he landed his first hit on my ass. I yelped at the feeling, reflexively trying to squirm away from the pain, even as I felt a jolt of pleasure at the feeling. Rafe held my hips in place easily with one hand, keeping me firmly on his lap, and used the other to lay a hard slap against my ass, making me yelp again.

“That feel fucking good baby?” he grunted, slapping me again. I didn’t answer, a sharp, hissing inhale coming from my mouth. Another slap. Another whimper. “You should be fucking thanking me for this, darlin’. Disciplining your unruly fucking ass. Making you my good girl.”

“Thank you, daddy. Thank you, thank you. Please,” I whimpered, reflexively trying to squirm once more when his hand made contact with my ass yet again.

“Please, what, sweet girl? Remind you that you’re fucking mine? Oh, I am gonna, darlin’. This is just part of it,” he ground out. I could feel his rock-hard cock pressed against my side and I was torn between wanting it stuffed in my mouth and my pussy. Both thoughts escaped from my mind entirely as he landed another slap against my ass.

“More,” I ground out through clenched teeth, barely able to resist the urge to grind against his thigh and knee with the desperation that I was feeling.

“Needy little slut, you are, huh?” he asked, amused. His hands stopped their cyclical pattern of slapping my ass to rub the abused flesh for a moment. I felt his hand move between my legs more, teasing my entrance with his fingers. Naturally, I opened my legs for him. He chuckled at that. “Can’t wait to be stuffed with me, can you? Already brain dead to everything but me, aren’t you, sweet girl? You’re just my little plaything right now, aren’t you?” I buried my face in the couch and let out a groan, feeling his hand circling my clit again, lazily, not creating enough friction to do anything.

“Daddy, please,” I whined.

“Don’t worry, pretty little thing. I know just what you need to cum again. I decided I need two from you before I fuck this sweet little fucking pussy,” he grunted. With sudden and almost startling accuracy, Rafe slapped me again. This time, his hand made contact not with my ass but with my pussy, the sharp slap making me gasp and jerk from the pain. I let out a half-aborted scream and rocked back into his palm, panting from surprise. He openly laughed. “You didn’t think I forgot how much you liked that, did you, darlin’? Remember that real fucking well? So I’m gonna take care of this pussy just the way I know you need it.” I let out a breathy moan mixed with a cry as he spanked my clit once more. Again and again and again he did it until I felt like I was dripping sweat on my whole body and my pussy was soaked with my juices—the couch too for that matter. “Fuck me, baby, your pussy is so pretty all puffy like this. She’s just crying for me. You want me so bad your poor fucking brain can’t handle it, can it?” I let out a pathetic little whimper, unable to muster much more. “I tell you what, darlin’. You cum from me slapping this pussy and I’ll fuck you til you pass out if that’s what you want. You wanna do that for me?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped immediately, hardly even grasping the words just knowing that I wanted the pleasure that had been slowly building to finally reach its fucking crescendo.

“Good girl,” he said before unleashing a series of slaps to my pussy in a pattern that I couldn’t have anticipated if I were in his damn brain myself.

This time, as I tumbled over the edge of pleasure, I wailed, jerking against his hand. I collapsed against Rafe’s leg as the aftershock of the second orgasm washed over me. I gasped for air like I’d been drowning and I felt Rafe’s hand tracing up and down my back lazily. As I caught my breath, he placed a final sharp slap to my pussy making me let out a weak yelp of complaint. Without being too gentle, Rafe maneuvered me off of his lap and over the arm of the couch. He let out an appreciative groan and I lifted my head to look back at him. I was startled to see him lifting the belt. My eyes widened as I felt him wrap it around my wrists, quickly binding me.

“You’re not getting away from me, gorgeous. Not when I finally get to fuck my pussy again. You’re nice and ready for me,” he said, sounding almost absent-minded as he spoke to me. He grunted as he slid into me with a single thrust. When he bottomed out we both let out moans—his low and mine high and keening—and I felt my body shake. “Fuck. When you can feel your legs I’m gonna fuck you so hard in doggy you’re gonna not walk the day after. But right now I just gotta finish the job, baby. Gotta turn your fuckin’ brain off forever.”

With that, he started to purposefully piston his hips, holding my bound wrists behind my back for better leverage. I was nearly boneless, shrieking in pleasure as his hot, throbbing cock stretched me open and brushed against each and every nerve ending just right—at least that was how it felt. How he felt. His thrusts were deep and slow and pointed. I sobbed against the feeling, wanting to rut back into him to make him speed up. But, I couldn’t muster the strength. So I just let him fuck into me at his own pace and I felt myself starting to build towards another bout of pleasure—this bound to be even stronger than before if the stars already behind my eyes were anything to go by.

“Daddy, please,” I sobbed, not knowing if I wanted more or less stimulation, more or less pleasure, from him.

Regardless of what I wanted, Rafe didn’t say anything. He grunted out a noise of acknowledgment that I’d spoken then doubled down in his efforts to make me cum again. And when he wrapped his arm around my throat again, tightening quickly and entirely, it was over. This time, as he forced me to a third orgasm, I was actually sobbing, tears running down my face from the fucked up amount of pain and pleasure entwined in being so overstimulated in such a short period of time—especially after so long away from him.

“There’s my good fucking girl,” Rafe said, voice slightly hoarse as he slowed his thrusts to a stop.

He still hadn’t cum himself, his dick fully pulsing inside of me with how hard he was. I dreaded what that meant, even though I also fully anticipated what I knew would come. He gently undid the belt from around my wrists, releasing me, and then eased himself out of me. He flipped me around on the couch and I looked at him with big watery eyes.

“Please no more,” I said, tears slipping down my cheeks. “It’s too much, please.”

“Come on, darlin’,” he cooed, pressing kisses to my cheeks. “Come on, sweet girl. You can give me one more. Been missing my pussy so much. You know I need one more from her.” Another series of kisses, the last one a long and lingering, filthy one to my lips where his tongue entwined with mine and we both pulled back needing air. “Please, baby. One more for me.”

His hand moved down, gently tracing my clit, making me jolt. Already I was so sensitive, so overstimulated. But, the impossibly sweet and imploring look on his face? The hunger he had for me? It was impossible to deny.

“Okay, daddy,” I agreed, sniffling.

He leaned his forehead against mine, grinning. “That’s my girl,” he said softly.

He hitched my leg up over his hip, settling between my legs on the couch. He used his free hand to grip his cock, looking down at us. He gently slapped the head of his dick against my clit once, twice, a third time until I whined and he chuckled, reaching over to press a short kiss to my lips to shut me up. He ran himself up and down my slit over and over until I was shivering and he saw a tiny dribble of new arousal dripping from me. He let out a low moan of his own and then sank into me in one, hitching my leg up again so he could thrust as deep as humanly possible.

“There you are, gorgeous. There’s my beautiful fucking girl,” Rafe praised, pressing a kiss to each cheek, to my lips, and to my forehead as he steadily thrust into me. “So fucking perfect for me. So fucking good for me, baby.”

“You feel so good, daddy,” I said, eyes rolling back and then curling as he pressed down on the slight bulge in my stomach only present because of him. “Thank you, daddy.”

“Anything for you, baby. Fucking anything,” he grunted. He ground slower against me instead of thrusting for a few moments. “You don’t get to keep me from my pussy anymore, baby. I gotta fucking be with you.”

“Wanna be with you, daddy,” I babbled in agreement.

“Good fucking girl,” he huffed, pressing down on the bulge again making me whimper. I felt his dick pulsate again and I tightened around him habitually making his breath hitch. “You gonna cum for me one more time, baby? I’m so fucking close.”

“Yeah, daddy, I’m gonna cum,” I whined. “Please can I cum? Please, please, please?” I begged.

“Fu-fuck yeah,” Rafe stuttered. “Cum with me baby.”

And this time, as I fell across pleasure’s razor edge once more, Rafe fell with me. I felt as he came inside me, hot and deep. My eyes rolled at the feeling, almost addicted to the mere feeling of him being so close and intensely part of me at that moment. I held him without realizing it, nails digging into the skin of his back as I held him against me, ignoring the fact that I was trembling like a leaf.

“So proud of you, my sweet girl. So good for me, gorgeous. Love you so much. So good for me.” Those were the first things I was coherent of hearing again when the whooshing in my ears had faded. They were the sweet praise that Rafe was offering. He went to move—to pull out—but I held him to me still, almost wrapping myself around him like a koala to stop it.

“No,” I denied. “Don’t move yet.”

“Okay, baby,” he agreed. “I won’t pull out. Do you want me to hold you?” I nodded. He carefully moved us. I winced as he adjusted us so that I was sitting up and in his lap because it made him deeper for a moment still but as we settled that faded and I just melted into his chest. “I’m so proud of you, baby. You did so good.” He stroked my skin and hair for a moment. “I gotta get you cleaned up, sweet girl. Get you some water.”

“Not yet,” I denied again, eyes closed as I leaned against him, as much of my skin touching him as possible. “Take care of me in a minute.”

He chuckled. “Oh? You’re gonna let me take care of you?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I answered absent-mindedly. “Fine. You can take care of me, Rafe. I’ll stop being stubborn.” I needed his help. He’d been right about that when he showed up, I was adult enough to admit that. And I knew that he loved me. That he meant it from the best place.

“Really?” he asked, disbelieving. “You’re gonna move in with me? Let me take care of you? Just like that? All I had to do was fuck you like that?”

“Yeah. That’s all you had to do,” I agreed, far too exhausted to explain the complex detail of it in truth. I let out a breathless laugh though, a thought occurring to me when I felt a cool bite of metal and plastic on my leg. “Well, as long as you don’t get arrested for busting out of house arrest.” I cracked open my eyes to give him a smile.

“Shut up, I'll be fine,” he muttered. His hands held me closely, tightly, possessively to him. “You don’t get to take it back. I get to take care of you now. To make sure you’re safe. You’re gonna live with me, sweet girl.”

“Okay, Rafe,” I agreed softly, reaching up to stroke his cheek gently. He leaned into the touch and I smiled. “I will.” I leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, laying my forehead against his.

“I love you, baby,” he murmured, so quiet I could barely hear it.

“I love you too,” I replied, just as quiet, just as simple.

He smiled at that, the sight making his eyes go warm and sweet. “Alright, then, gorgeous. Let’s get you cleaned up and get the fuck out of here,” he said. His smile morphed into a cheesy sort of grin—the kind I rarely got to see. “Let’s go home.”

For once, I couldn’t disagree. And I couldn’t help but echo the cheesy smile. “Okay, then, Romeo,” I teased. “Let’s go home.”

[lavnderwonu]

6:15 | Kim Mingyu

pairing: boyfriend!mingyu x fem!reader

genre: smut, kinda fluffy at the beginning

summary: your boyfriend wants to cook you dinner and help you relax after a hard day at work... is that too much to ask?

warnings: contains smut (!!!), alcohol consumption, gyu in grey sweats, tongue kissing, gyu calls reader baby a lot, clit stimulation, unprotected sex, couch sex, creampie, praise kink, size kink (kinda?) im prob forgetting some lolol

word count: 1.3k

author’s note!: kinda self indulgent lolol. i also had mingyu from that live of him on that couch in my mind. i still haven’t moved on. 🧎‍♀️i was drugged up with cold medicine while i wrote half of this so hoping its coherent! im pretty good about editing but some things may have slipped through the cracks. this is also my first smut so… umm be nice please lol enjoy!🍴

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It had been a particularly stressful day at work, filled with important meetings and upcoming deadlines.  The only thing getting you through to the end of the day was the fact that you would see your beloved boyfriend, Mingyu.

The jingle of your keys hitting the counter as you nearly throw them on the counter nearly echoes as you walk in your apartment. You sigh with relief as you slip your shoes off that you have been nearly dying to take off since you put them on earlier. Placing them by the door, you suddenly hear noise coming from the kitchen.

“Gyu…?” You call out as you go into the kitchen, only to find your giant-puppy boyfriend standing at the counter, knife in-hand, chopping away at vegetables.

Mingyu turns around, and you see his expression light up.

“I wanted to surprise you.”

Your heart swells at the statement. He knew how stressed out over work you’d been lately and he wanted to help you de-stress and get your mind off of it.

“You’re too sweet,” You smile. “I had a lot of stuff going on today, I just want to forget about it.”

Mingyu hands you a glass of red wine that he had already poured for you. How thoughtful of him.

“Here, I figured you’d need it, I already had some myself.” He says as you take it from him. “What happened?”

“Nothing, just lots of deadlines and stuff I was worried about.” You take a sip of your drink.

“Sure I can’t help?” Mingyu approaches you, successfully backing you up against the counter as he practically towers over you.

You barely even have a second to answer him before he’s tilting your chin up to kiss you. He grabs your waist to pull you against him, making you gasp.

Mingyu takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, and you moan as you can taste the wine on his tongue; somehow it’s sweeter from his lips.

You briefly break the kiss, practically breathless. “Gyu, wait, what about dinner?” You whisper against his lips.

“Who gives a fuck.” He replies back, kissing along your jaw.

You quickly glance at the clock on the stovetop.

6:15.

Oh. So this is how tonight was going to go.

“Mingyu…” You whine, as your boyfriend’s lips trail down your neck, nearly giving you chills.

“Hmm?” Mingyu innocently replies as he kisses your lips now, before kissing your jawline, leaning in closer to your ear. “Tell me what you want, baby.” 

His hands slide under your shirt, making it nearly impossible to focus.

“Y-you… I need you.” You breathe out, grabbing a fistful of his black t-shirt, mumbling out a hushed “c’mon” as you practically drag him to your couch, too needy to make it to your bedroom.

Mingyu playfully smirks to himself at your futile attempt to push him back onto your couch as he falls back, spreading his thighs apart already to give you space. 

His hands grip the back of your thighs and he pulls you impossibly closer to him, “I’ve been dying to take this off the minute you walked in, baby.” he mutters as his hands find the zipper of your skirt, swiftly unzipping it and sliding it down your legs.

“I could say the same for you,” You move to pull your shirt over your head, Mingyu’s hands gently sliding up the back of your thighs as he watches you intently. “Standing at my kitchen counter wearing those sweatpants.” You continue, throwing your shirt on the floor with your skirt as he licks his lips.

You eagerly climb into his lap, shamelessly grinding against his growing bulge in his sweatpants, making him grunt beneath you.

“Fuck…” He sighs as he leans his head back, his hands moving to your hips as he grips you, forcing you down harder. Your mouth falls open and a sigh escapes your lips as your clothed clit grinds against him.

“Keep doing that, baby.” He mutters, as his hands quickly move to pull his shirt off, and he tosses it with the other clothing that are now scattered haphazardly on the floor.

You unhook your bra, and slide your underwear off with mingyu helping you, after you struggled to get them off all the way.

He kisses you fervently this time, as his fingers find your clit, his thumb applying light pressure making you moan against his lips. 

“Mingyu…” You whine, your forehead still pressed against his, as his fingers dip between your folds, gathering your wetness before bringing his fingers back to your clit.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Mingyu pauses for a second before he pulls his hand away, making you wince at the loss of contact. “I need to be inside you, baby.” 

Mingyu grips the back of your thighs as he pulls you to sit up, and you have to brace yourself on his shoulders so you don’t fall into him considering how strong he is. He pulls down his boxers and sweatpants in one go, as eager as he is.

He strokes himself a few times before he’s aligning himself with your entrance. “You ready, baby?” 

You eagerly nod in anticipation. “Uh-huh.” You reply as your hands grip his shoulders to ground yourself.

You slowly sink down on him, the mere size of his cock nearly taking your breath away; it always did. Mingyu leans his head back against the couch, watching his cock disappear inside of you as you take every inch.

You release a shaky breath as you bury your face in his neck, giving yourself a second to adjust.

“You okay?” Mingyu gently asks you, and you can hear the concern in his voice.

“Yeah, just gimme a second…” You breathe. “You’re too fucking big…”

“But you take me so well, baby, fuck.” Mingyu grunts beneath you as you clench around him at the praise. “Show me how good you can take it.”

You slowly grind your hips against him, gaining a steady rhythm as his hands slide up your thighs and settle on your hips. “Like this?” 

“Yeah, baby, just like that.” Mingyu tells you, his voice strained and you can tell he’s refraining from pounding into you. 

You brace yourself on his thighs, lifting yourself up and down, angling your hips & driving his cock right into your sweet spot, making you gasp.

“Shit.. right there, right there…” You whine, driving his cock into the same spot over and over until your legs shake.

“Fuck…” Mingyu grunts, his chest heaving as he grips your hips tighter. “God, you’re so pretty like this.” He pulls you down to kiss him, as he slides his free hand between your bodies, applying pressure as his thumb circles your clit.

“Mingyu…” You cry, your fingers tangling in his long hair.

“I know, baby. I know.” Mingyu’s forehead falls against yours, your noses brushing against each other as he moans against your lips. “Look at you, taking it like a good fucking girl.”

“I’m so close.” You whine, your walls clenching around him as your orgasm is fast approaching, and his fingers don’t let up on your clit.

“Come for me, baby. Let me feel you.” He grunts as he feels you get tighter.

“Mingyu, oh fuck-” You gasp as your body tightens, and you shake as you slowly rock your hips to fuck him though your high.

“Fuuuuck.” His fingers dig into your hips as he throws his head back, letting out a throaty groan as his cock throbs and he releases inside of you.

You collapse into his chest, lazily playing with his necklace and pressing light kisses on his jaw as you catch your breath.

“That was…wow.” You lightly chuckle as you sigh, still in a daze.

Mingyu smirks at you, kissing your forehead gently. “I know, you’re fucking incredible.”

You both sit in silence together for a moment before Mingyu speaks up again. “Were you hungry? I can finish dinner if you want.” He gently asks, almost as if he just remembered.

You shake your head. “Not yet, I don’t think we’re quite finished…”

[mothwingwritings]

Doppo, Shibukawa, Motobe, Biscuit, And Yujiro As Your Sugar Daddy 💄💋✨

Hi everyone!!! Sorry I dipped out for a moment, I had an eventful past two weeks (but some of the event has been writing stuff, so that’s something at least lul) and now I come back offering whatever the hell this is lol. The idea of the Baki men being sugar daddies came to me in a vision while I was supposed to be working, so of course as the responsible individual that I am I focused on that and started writing this and here we are now! :D It’s for all my dilf/gilf lovers out there. You are all lovely little treasures and I adore you all. :*

As you can probably tell by the subject matter of this one, 18+ only please!!!

Thank you for reading!!!

Warnings: Sex, sex work/reader is a sex worker, mentions of various sexual acts, possessive/obsessive tendencies from your clients, dubcon, mentions of noncon, Yujiro Hanma being Yujiro Hanma, mentions of threesomes and open relationships, very little editing.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗Doppo Orochi˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

·         Doppo would be an exceptional sugar daddy. He’s attentive and kind to you, both when you are out on dates and when you share private time together, and you can always tell he’s truly excited to spend time with you (even when sex isn’t involved). He loves to spoil you and has the money to back it, gifting you whatever your heart desires, all you have to do is say the word.

·         He’s a big family man, and as such he may push the boundaries a bit of what your relationship is. It’s hard to see him as just a benefactor when he’s sending you good morning and good night texts, inviting you over for home cooked dinners, calling you just so he can hear your voice and talk about silly things, checking in on you to make sure you are safe and happy. It may be pushing the line of what is appropriate and what isn’t for your relationship, but you can’t lie and say it isn’t nice feeling so cared for.

·         That being said, you know Doppo has a wife that he loves very much, so there is no confusion of your role as just a sugar baby in this dynamic. In most cases such a strong spousal bond may cause trouble on your end, but luckily for you Natsue is as fond of you as Doppo is. She’s definitely not as into the sexual aspect of your company as Doppo is, but get ready for plenty of passionate threesomes should the three of you find yourselves together and in the mood.

·         Doppo is very open about sharing his life with you. He invites you to all his matches, you have free access to Shinshin Kai dojo, and after a certain level of trust is reached, he’ll even give you a key to his house. At first it felt strange, like you were bordering on something taboo having so much access to his private life, and you worried you were taking advantage of his hospitality. But as time wore on you realized that his fondness for you was just so great that he wanted you to be a part of his life as much as possible, regardless of what the typical sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship was. However, if the familiarity and closeness ever made you uncomfortable he would end it immediately, reverting back to business as usual (though it would make him extremely sad).

·         His main downside is that he’s definitely very ‘dad-like’ and sometimes you feel more like a child he is over protective of then his beloved sugar baby. His fatherly advice and guidance can be a bit overbearing, and it takes all you have not to roll your eyes at his griping over some of your decisions and future plans.

·         If it doesn’t end up working out with Doppo, he has a hot son you can fall back on :)

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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗Gouki Shibukawa˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

·         Shibukawa truly is a wild card. You have no idea what to expect when this man calls on your services. He’s hired you for things as mild as enjoying afternoon tea with him and as raunchy as participating in the most degenerate sexual roleplay you can possibly imagine (consensually, of course).

·         So even though he’s one of your older benefactors, he is certainly far from boring. In fact, you can’t help but get excited whenever he reaches out to you, wondering what he may have in store for your meet up.

·         Shibukawa is one of the less sentimental of the sugar daddies. There is definitely no mistaking that your relationship is strictly for pleasure, and as a side effect of that his private life is a virtual mystery to you. You have your suspicions about what he does with his spare time, but should you pry too much he’ll swiftly and efficiently end the conversation, focusing his attention instead on the sweeter side of your affair.

·         However, he is far from cold. Shibukawa always treats you extremely well and pays you even better, so he quickly becomes one of your favorite clients.

·         Also, he’s extremely interesting. This man could make a story about what he ate for breakfast sound like the most fascinating thing on the world, so even if nothing big or exciting happens in the time you spend with him, at the very least you know you won’t ever be bored.

·         Don’t let his age fool you-he is a beast in bed. With age comes experience, and that has never been truer than with Shibukawa. You don’t think you’ve ever quite felt the thrill you get when you have intimate time with Shibukawa with any other client, let alone actual romantic partners you’ve had.

·         His downside is that his mood towards you is always fluctuating. He will be in constant contact with you for weeks at a time and then fall off the face of the earth, only to pop back up expecting you to prioritize him over your other clients. It’s a bit obnoxious, especially if he is your best paying client and you are relying on him financially, yet he refuses to keep you in the loop of any plans he wants to involve you in or meet ups he may be concocting.

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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗Motobe Izou˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

·         The KING of pet names. I honestly don’t think this man has ever called you your actual name once. Baby, sweetheart, dove, little one-the list goes on. If you called him a pet name back, he would probably have a heart attack brought on by the sheer amount of joy that would bring him.

·         He may not be as wealthy as some of your other clients, but his care and devotion to you are off the charts. Each time he calls on your services he always greets you with flowers or chocolates, and each date he takes you on is to a place you like or recommend, prioritizing your favorites over the stuff he may prefer. He’s at your beck and call; willing to drop everything should your schedule open up and you have the time to spend with him.

·         He’s very protective of you, having legitimate concerns over whether any of your other customers are overly handsy or make you do and participate in things you are uncomfortable with. He tries to play it cool and ask about your health and well-being nonchalantly, but you can tell by the nervous undertone in his voice and the bags under his eyes that his fretting over you and your profession wears heavily upon him, affecting his day to day life.

·         He’s also low-key scared that you prefer other clients over him (even though you have never done anything to make him perpetuate this idea), so he stresses himself out over that as well.

·         Motobe is an incredibly intimate lover. He takes his time with you, committing to memory which of his actions brings you the most pleasure so that he can use them time and time again to drive you wild. Every caress of his hand and kiss of his lips is gentle and loving, he treats you as if you are the most precious being on the planet earth and it never ceases to make you melt.

·         That being said, he has the toughest time distinguishing boundaries in your relationship, constantly blurring the lines between professional and personal. Anyone that interacts with the two of you can see just how head over heels for you he is, and more often than not when out and about people just assume you are spouses based solely on how openly affectionate and lovey dovey he is with you. His doting can be rather heavy-handed, not to mention disconcerting, especially when you work so hard to establish clear boundaries with him.

·         … But still, you can’t find yourself being too upset at Motobe. Even when he takes things too far, Motobe is certainly the most caring client you’ve had, earnestly watching over you and taking the best care of you he can with the limited time he has with you. Even with all his quirks, you have a definite soft spot for the man.

·         And who knows? Maybe someday when you seek another line of work and leave this one behind you can go on an actual date with him? He’ll most certainly be waiting on you, more than ready to make it official. :)

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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗Biscuit Oliva˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

·         If Biscuit is yoursugar daddy, my dear you have it MADE.

·         He is the IDEAL sugar daddy. He’s handsome, sweet, wealthy, and not afraid to lavish you in all of the finer things. It’s not uncommon for you to go out on a date with him only to come home in a new designer outfit of your choice, decked out in a varying level of jewels he let you pick out yourself.

·         And it’s not just material possessions, he loves taking you on all kind of exotic trips and vacations, taking you to places you never dreamed you’d be able to go. It makes his heart swell seeing the excitement in your eyes the moment the plane touches down at each new locale, your unbridled joy spurring him to feel just a thrilled by this adventure as you do (even if it’s to a place he has been countless times before).

·         But even when he’s not whisking you off to fun and foreign places, he always makes every date exciting. Regardless of if it’s small meet up, or a full on whirlwind adventure, there is never a dull moment with Biscuit.

·         Being with him is like an honest to god fairytale, you feel like some kind of royalty whenever you are in his presence. He dotes on you to the extreme, showering you in affection, praise, and gifts. You’ve never felt more beautiful or important than you do when you are with Biscuit.

·         All that being said, this man really makes you earn the title of sugar baby. His sex drive is off the charts and he has an insatiable attraction to you, which means the moment he sees you, he’s on you. Of course he shows decorum out in public, presenting as the perfect gentleman on any dates he escorts you on while out in the public eye. But the moment you two are behind closed doors? Prepare to be absolutely ravished. You probably won’t be able to walk for a few days once he’s done.

·         Like Doppo, you are aware that Biscuit already has a special lady in his life. As such, Biscuit made sure that you were someone that Maria was not just OK with, but someone she genuinely liked. You take that kind of as a badge of honor, as Maria has a tendency to be very picky with the people she surrounds herself with. But the two of you hit it off within minutes of meeting each other, which is a huge relief to both you and Biscuit.

·         You’re not expected to participate in the ‘sugar’ end of the deal with Maria, but should you show interest in Maria in that way, Biscuit would be over the moon. Whether it be a threesome or just the two of you together while he watched, he’ll be absolutely delighted either way (and expect to be handsomely compensated for the good time. ;). Just don’t start liking each other more than him, OK? He would probably pass away from heart break if the two of you left him in the dust. ^^;

·         The biggest down side to having Biscuit as your sugar daddy is that he can be a bit… much. He’s exceptionally clingy, to the point that you have to completely silence or shut off your phone sometimes because he’s always calling or texting you for some reason or another-even when you are with other clients. He also HEAPS on the affection so much that you feel suffocated by it, which is a lot on its own, let alone from a person you aren’t even in a committed relationship with. When you try and ask him to ease up, or even just straight up ignore him for a bit, it only makes his dogged affection worse. :/

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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗Yujiro Hanma˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

·         The fact that you even became the Ogre’s sugar baby is baffling, and honestly a rather scary and precarious situation for you to be stuck in.

·         The thought that he would actually pay for something so many people would willingly supply to him, or that he could simply take from another person, must mean he finds you extremely interesting. Whether that’s a good or bad thing is to be determined.

·         You don’t ever get a heads up for your liaisons with Yujiro-the man just shows up when he desires your company and that’s that. It doesn’t matter if you are sleeping, with another client, or otherwise engaged, Yujiro ALWAYS takes precedence and you better remember that if you want him to keep paying you.

·         That being said, he gets rather territorial of you when he sees you or hears about you with other clients. Not necessarily jealous (what is there to be jealous of? He’s leagues better than those losers and everyone knows it), but definitely disgruntled that despite his patronage you still choose other men to attend to. You should feel honored to have him as a patron, indebted to the point where he is your soul focus. The fact that you aren’t definitely pushes his buttons.

·         As stated, being Yujiro’s sugar baby is definitely a perilous situation to be in. He is interested in you enough to spend time and money on you, but you would never delude yourself into thinking he held any sort of romantic attraction towards you. You are merely a source of pleasure and entertainment, which in and of itself is fine, that is your profession after all.  But once your use to him ended… where does that leave you? With all other clients they simply moved on, but Yujiro is like an untamed beast. If he gets upset with you in anyway, getting extremely hurt by him is a very real possibility.

·         Also- he’s the strongest being on the planet. He could kill you without batting a lash, whether by accident or on purpose. Merely being in his presence is a daunting experience, and while you’ve dealt with strong and/or questionable clients in the past, Yujiro is a breed all his own. Simply put-he scares you, and he is by far the most dangerous person you’ve ever had to interact with.

·         Everything about your relationship is filled with uncertainty. Sometimes your dates are good- he’ll take you out to nice places to do exciting things and may even get you a gift or two. But more often than not his ‘dates’ (if you can even call them that) are chaotic and abrupt, leaving you in pain and out of it for days.

·         He’s EXTREMELY demeaning as well, calling you whore or slut more than your actual name. He especially likes to belittle you during sexual acts, reminding you of what a useless and weak piece of meat you are as he pounds into you mercilessly. The berating gets even worse when/if you start to feel pleasure from the acts. He enjoys it immensely when you put up a resistance to his advances, only to becoming a slavering mess, completely drunk off his cock.

·         Receiving money from Yujiro is very dependent on his mood and how much fun he had while in your company. There are days when you leave your dates loaded with cash with very little effort, and times when you go above and beyond to please home only to receive a small amount of income. Honestly though, the days when you receive more cash can be worse than when he barely pays you-he is apt to lord it over you and expect more unsolicited favors from you in response to his act of benevolence.

·         The worst part of this whole arrangement is that you don’t have a say in any of it. Any person in their right mind would reject Yujiro as a client no matter how attractive or wealthy he may be, but you were never given that luxury. The moment he took an interest in you, you became irrevocably tied to him with no hope of shaking him.  You would be forced to serve him until he grows tired of you- you just hope that when his interest in you wanes it means your freedom and not your untimely demise. :)

[syd-djarin]

Sugar, Spice & Please Fuck Me Nice (neighbor!joel AU)

chapter one: the new neighbors

*18+ Minors DNI*

Word count: ~2000+

Warnings: FLUFF, nervous reader, a hint of masturbation (f & m), neighbor!joel needs a warning, eventual smut

reader has hair that she fidgets with, "grows warm" /"cheeks burning" but not necessarily blushing, with embarrassment - minor edits to make this more inclusive for my readers <3

Author/s Notes: this is my first fic, so ofc I had to write Joel, and I have a weakness for neighbor!Joel.

this will be a series and I'm so excited to share this :) this is super self-indulgent, making reader based off myself so shameless self-insert kinda? lol

a huge thank you & ily to my babe @katiexpunk for helping me make edits/bouncing ideas and encouraging me to dive into writing <3

Tags: no outbreak AU, neighbor!joel, reader is sweetie pie, age gap (reader is mid-late 20's, joel is late 30's-early 40's in this), dilf!joel, gratuitous descriptions of joel being strong & sexy, f & m masturbation, eventual smut, fluff

AUSTIN, TX  OCT 2005

You’ve lived in this neighborhood for the majority of your life, with the exception of your time in college.

Now that you’ve finished your undergrad, your parents, now retired and living in Maine, have graciously offered for you to stay in your childhood home. It wouldn’t be forever, you think, just until something comes through for you to use your degree on.

The neighborhood hasn’t changed that much through the years; some of the houses got renovations or additions, although many of the homes were the same that they have always been. Many of the people living in the cul-de-sac had known you since you were just a baby, and like to remind you of that more often than you’d like. 

Occasionally a home would go up for sale, and it just so happened that the house directly across the street from yours was one of them – a classic blue Ranch style home, well maintained, albeit a bit outdated, but full of potential. The previous owners lived there for nearly four decades, and the entire neighborhood is antsy to solve the mystery of who’ll move in next.  

You had assumed that the next tenants would be another nuclear family type – the stereotypical, American family - husband, wife, two kids, the works. Much to your surprise, a single father and his daughter were the succeeding residents of the house. A ruggedly handsome single father, at that. 

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Move in day came for your new neighbors and just like everyone else who resided here, you couldn’t help but to be nosy, curiosity getting the best of you. 

You discreetly parted your living room blinds, your curiosity at its peak, as your new neighbors began unloading the hefty boxes from their U-Haul and settling into their new abode. You even went to check the mail to get a closer peek, despite having already checked it earlier in the day when it arrived.

You couldn’t help but ogle at the broad-shouldered man lifting boxes as if they weigh nothing. His dark gray t-shirt clings to his biceps for dear life and you feel your pussy involuntarily throb every time he lifts up the bottom of it, bringing it to his forehead to wipe the sweat collecting there, each time revealing his soft tummy and the dark hair that trailed down from his belly button. 

You imagine yourself holding onto those brawny arms, while he pounds- 

Oh my god, get a grip, you internally chastise yourself. It’s been too long since you’ve gotten laid, defending yourself for conjuring up dirty fantasies of a man whose name you didn’t even know. 

You decided you’d go introduce yourself once it appeared that they’d finished unloading the moving truck, not wanting to disrupt or cause an intrusion. 

Baking being one of your love languages, you decide to make your new neighbors your grandma's famous cookies – snickerdoodles and chocolate chip. The recipes don’t call for much, but your grandma swears it’s the love that goes into them that makes them as good as they are. She had taught you to bake at a young age; ensuring you knew the fundamentals, techniques, and the importance of quality ingredients.  She also taught you that the best gift you could give is a dessert, one that requires your time and attention. 

Besides wanting to be a welcoming neighbor, baking provides you with a necessary distraction to your nefarious thoughts about the new neighborhood DILF. Were these cookies for him, sure, but it proved to be quite a successful deterrent from your naughty thoughts, allowing you the space to fully engross yourself in the task of making the dough, folding in the chocolate chips, rolling the batches into little balls, and spacing them out evenly on the tray before popping them in the oven. 

After a couple of hours, the cookies now cool, and the warm autumn sun begins to set. Your home smells of warm sugar, a nostalgia that brings a smile to your face. You peek out the window and notice the moving truck is now gone, and figure now was as good a time as any to introduce yourself. 

You neatly package the goodies into their designated container, draw on your oversized flannel and shoes, and begin your brief trek across the street. As you begin walking down your porch steps you’re hit with a wave of nervousness,  your stomach does backflips and your heart beats faster. Get it together. You take several deep breaths and hold onto the cookie container a little tighter before continuing on your mission. Why are you such a nervous wreck? I mean, it’s just some guy, you (unsuccessfully) try to reason with yourself. 

Reaching the front door, you knock– tap, tap, tap. A brief moment passes, and the door opens, leaving only the space of the doorframe between you and a young girl with wide, curious eyes and beautiful curly brown hair staring back at you.

“Hi there, I’m your neighbor across the street,” you say, gesturing towards your own home, “I wanted to introduce myself – I brought you some cookies, just a little something to say welcome to the neighborhood.”

“Cookies! Ah sweet, I love cookies - what kind?” she asks, not at all trying to hide her fairly obvious interest for them and less in you.

“There’s chocolate chip and a few snickerdoodles,” you reply, giving her an amused smile. 

Her father, the devastatingly handsome one, makes his way up behind her and stands in the doorframe, halfway inside and halfway onto the porch where you stand. He was a sight to behold up close: dark hair that had a loose curls and a beard, both lightly dusted with some grays, chocolate brown eyes you could drown in, a mustache that perched atop plush lips. 

He’s muscled in the shoulders and arms, which act as a nice compliment to his soft torso. He had the kind of  physique that came from hard labor, which only fuels your attraction to him more. 

If this were a cartoon, you were sure your eyes would be bulging out of their sockets in the shape of hearts. 

“Oh, uh–hi,” you say, perhaps an octave too loud. “I was telling your daughter here that I brought over some cookies, you know, as a welcome gift,” you pause, realizing you hadn’t even introduced yourself. “I’m your neighbor, I live just across the way,” you say, nodding to your house. You turn back to face him and fidget with your hair. Through a nervy smile, you manage to give him your name. 

“I’m Joel, this here’s Sarah,” he says, voice gruff and smooth at the same time. He holds out his hand to shake yours. You hope he wouldn’t notice how sweaty your hand is; maybe it’s the nerves, or the still-sticky Texan air, despite it being October. Probably both.  

His palm is warm; worn and calloused in some places, but firm and inviting. You couldn’t help but gawk at how small he made your hand feel in his. He releases your grip; bringing you out of your brief trance, and your eyes once again meet. 

“Welcome to the neighborhood, Joel and Sarah,” you smile and hold out the container of cookies for Joel to take. Before he can even reach up to grab them, Sarah already has her hands on them and has run back into the house, murmuring something that sounds like thanks as she does. 

He had just met you, but Joel couldn’t deny how much he likes hearing you saying his name in your gentle, nectarous voice. 

Your hands now empty, you nervously interlace your fingers and twirl your thumbs, unsure of what to say next. Joel’s eyes take note of the smudge of flour on your cheek – cute. He also notices the flour in the cleft of your cleavage, but he tries not to make that fact obvious. The flour between your breasts stares back at him, but he collects his composure, averting his gaze back to you.  He should point it out to you, he thinks, but you seem shy and he doesn’t want to embarrass you, or scare you away from wanting to come over again. 

“‘Preciate the cookies, sweetheart,” he says, voice low. His eyes stay glued to your face. You avert your eyes downwards and cross your arms, buckling under the weight of his gaze. You felt your cheeks and chest grow hot at his use of sweetheart. 

“I’m just – uh,” you trip over your words, nervous, “I’m just across the street if you need me,” you offer, giggling at the suggestive way that sounds, “you know, like a cup of sugar or anything like that,” you add.

Joel nods in reply, edges of his mouth coming up in a smirk as if to acknowledge your kindness, being careful not to full on grin in amusement of his apparent effect on you. 

“Same to you,” he says before closing the door, perhaps eyeing you a moment too long as you walk away. He turns to enter the house, only to find Sarah staring at him, cookie in hand, and a knowing grin on her face.

“Why didn’t you tell her she had flour all over herself?” she asks, teasing, like she could already tell he was embarrassed to admit the truth. 

“Did she? Hmm, didn’t seem to notice,” he says, trying to hide the lie behind a weak cough, before walking away, cheeks obviously flushed. 

Back in the safety of your own home, you come to a still with your hand pressing on the door, reeling from your interaction with Joel. You were wired up, buzzing with arousal and nerves. 

And God, the way he called you sweetheart. 

You replay the moment over and over in your head, not wanting to forget his Texan twang or the way he looked at you when he said it. You could have died, right then and there. You let your mind run wild, thinking of all the things you wanted to do with him, what you wanted to do to him. 

Needing to relieve the throbbing ache in between your legs, you decide a shower is in order. When stepping into your bathroom, you catch yourself in the mirror. You were mortified at the discovery of the flour on your face and chest. You had been so engrossed with baking the cookies and too anxious about taking them over to Joel’s that you failed to give yourself a once-over in the mirror before heading out the door. The arousal you felt temporarily held precedent, you’d process your embarrassment later. 

You step into the steamy shower and touch yourself, thinking of Joel. You shove two fingers inside your pussy, imagining they were Joel’s long, thick, dexterous fingers. 

Little did you know Joel was having his own feelings about your little introduction. 

Several of his new neighbors come to introduce themselves in the coming days, under the guise of welcoming him and his daughter, but in reality, they wanted to get scoop on who they were. Where had they moved from, what prompted the move, we’re they planning on staying short-term, what did he do for a living, was there a Mrs. Joel Miller? And once they found out he was a contractor, there were a whole other set of questions of “would you mind taking a look at my ____”. 

He liked the neighborhood, and while the people were nice and seemingly mean well, Joel begins to feel irritation at the consistently prying questions, annoyed that people felt like they were entitled answers to begin with. 

But you. 

He was not expecting you. 

Beautiful, endearing, kind eyes, a smile he thought could end wars. You had been sweet and respectful, and didn't appear to have ulterior motives. It made his heart palpitate and sent blood rushing somewhere he knew it shouldn’t. You were young, too young and sweet, too sweet for a man like him. 

Then he saw how you stared at his hands, grew warm and shy when his gaze had lingered too long on you. 

That night, with Sarah tucked into bed, he grabs one of the snickerdoodle cookies, Sarah insisting that he save all of the chocolate chip ones for her, but he doesn’t mind; snickerdoodles are his favorite. 

He bites into the soft cookie, his eyes fluttering shut as he does, an involuntary reaction to the sweet, perfectly soft texture. He lets out a moan, the kind that is elicited when tasting something delicious. 

And the fact that you made them? The thought sends blood straight to his dick. 

Joel, in inner turmoil, was trying to resist the temptation to touch himself to the thought of you. God, if your cookies were this good, so sweet and fluffy, how good would you taste. 

The thought consumes him, the temptation too strong. 

He polishes off more than three of the cookies, before heading to shower. That night he takes his cock in his fist to the thought of you, and your stupidly delicious fucking cookies. 

Joel was a gentleman, sure, but he was also a man. 

And the best way to get to a man’s heart? 

Through his stomach. 

THE END

[sarahsartistportfolio]

For my followers who are specifically following me for Genshin content here are my plans/ideas going forward

First of all I will never ever write an imposter! AU

It doesn't interest me in the slightest. I have no desire to write my favorite characters trying to hunt me down and kill me. I'll never write it.

also I write for all my girly girls. Any genshin piece I write will always be AFAB/female reader. I write for the girly girls, the sub girls, the girls who love pink and dresses, the dainty girls. I write for you. So if you're also a high femm girly you will love my goddess reader.

and and I don't want to write a full on yandere cult au. I like the idea of all the characters being transfixed, fascinated by you. Like everybody loves you but they're not all just willing to throw their own morals away to follow your command. A nice balance is what I want. Like everyone wants your attention, wants your love but not everybody is willing to die/kill for you(expect Childe in every universe he's down bad for you)

Some scenarios I have in my head already

Um I have already in the works a really long Wanderer smut piece. You probable still wont see it for the next few weeks because I want it to be very cleaned up and polished. I want to put a lot of effort in it. Its Wanderer having some dubious intentions and trying to manipulate you into sleeping with him hehe

What I also want to do, I think it will be more organized on AO3. Is I want to just make a fic that's just titled like SAGAU: Cyno ficlets/ um something lol And it will just be out of order chapters that just focus on CynoXGoddess reader or you know insert character here XGoddess reader.

Like I want to write

Cyno's first time meeting Goddess you

Petting Tighnari's ears and him shamelessly pinning for your attention because he knows you love to pet him

Childe's worship towards you

Falling asleep on Xiao's lap(Cyno too!)

Jealous Lyney !!!

You giving favoritism to some characters and gifting them a second vision!

You've heard of calling the characters a good boy/girl but what about THEM calling you a good girl🥰🥰🥰

Yae Miko putting me/you into sub space if anyone can do it it would be her🥺

Similar to A Rumor Spreads but this time the rumor is that you want to have a baby lol BONUS the rumor gets a little twisted and now people believe that you are already pregnant

Lyney discovers that speaking french/Fontainian to you makes you weak and he weaponizes this against you

Venti....eating us out...that's it

Putting a little bell collar and bow on Tighnari's tail 🥰

KAZUHA...TEACHING US HOW TO KISS?? YES PLEASE OMG

also platonic Nahida and Furina scenarios because they're my bffs

EDIT I thought of some more

You confess to Albedo you've never experienced an orgasm before and he offers to run a few experiments on you to help you out

👏👏👏 You and Venti fucking in his church oh yes yes yes 😵

Poor Tighnari looks so miserable and frustrated during his rut. Why dont we...offer to help him out you know. As his beloved and ever so kind god. Why dont we offer to be his cute little fleshlight to help relieve him during this time hm?❤

[stopthatnel]

tears of honey

a quick lil ting about my babyboy connie ᴥ this man lives in my head rent free and agghhhh i want him so bad please (not proofread don’t come for me pls)

edit: i’ve been having so much trouble trying to fully upload my fics bcus somehow someway my paragraphs keep getting deleted ಠ_ಠ anyways take two lmk if things seem off lol

cw: dacryphilia, overstimulation, oral (f receiving), choking, degradation, pet names, mating press, & straight up nastiness. wc: 1.01k

where’s the rest of your work?

18+ content below the cut, MDNI!

you were barely moaning at this point, simply a whimpering, whiny mess. connie laid on his stomach, head between your legs, and his tongue dipping in and out of you. he’d been down there for what felt like hours, and you’ve been fucking for what felt like days. you’re not so sure what happened to connie, coming home and slamming the door shut. you weren’t complaining when he grabbed your ankles and dragged you to the side of the bed, dropping to his knees and pressing his face against your cloth clad cunt.

“c-connie!” you’d yelp, instinctively reaching to push his head away from you. “what’s going on?” it was barely a question, more of an exclamation. he paid you no mind, kissing on your mound and thighs breathing in deeply. your face grew red in embarrassment, propping yourself onto your elbows to watch the man bury himself between your thighs. adjusting, you reach a hand out to run your fingers through his hair. a lopsided smile found it’s way onto your face.

“you missed me baby?” you ask, earning a grunt from your lover. his teeth nipped at the edges of your underwear, he loved the way you wore nothing but that and his shirt. you smelled like him, a beautiful mixture of your vanilla and his musk seeping off your skin. “let me eat you out, sweetheart.” that too, wasn’t a question.

fast forward to now, your thighs twitched around his head every time he flicked his tongue over your sensitive bundle of nerves. the sounds coming from between your legs were obscene, the slurping, the sucking, the spitting. you could barely form the words to ask for a quick second, but even after three orgasms you weren’t so sure you were ready to say so. the few times he came up from between your legs was to shove his cock into you, teasing you with soft and slow strokes, gently cradling your jaw in his palm and gazing into your eyes.

after the second orgasm, you found it hard to keep your eyes open. your head would roll back into the pillows, eyes scrunched tightly. connie didn’t like this, no, no. he asked you nicely the first time, “look at me baby, let me see what this dick do to you.” and you tried, but not enough. the second time he wasn’t asking, ramming his cock into you and wrapping his slender fingers around your neck to pull your face up from the sunken pillows.

“you’re fucked dumb already?” he sneered at you with a grin. “c-con, ‘s too much!” you’d whine, furrowing your brows. his pace was relentless, he was digging into you, harsh upwards strokes that he knew he had at the right angle.

“fuck, fuck, fuck!” you whine, feeling him pull out. the sensation of the cold was short lived, and his lips were wrapped around your bud again.

“c- connie!”

your hips involuntarily bucked into his mouth as he hollowed his cheeks around your clit, rolling your eyes into the back of your head. it didn’t matter how much you twitched, connie simply followed your pussy wherever it went until you ended up with your head hanging off the edge of the mattress.

“whatchu’ running from baby?” he’d mumble against your lips, hearing not a single cohesive response. “just a dumb fucking slut, who just loves to act like the smartest person in the room.” he knows he’s talking to himself at this point, but the way you clenched around his fingers let him know you were listening. he curls his fingers up into you, another cry escaping your lips.

you could feel the tears brimming at your eyes, overwhelmed with sensations of pleasure. there was not a single thought inside your pretty little brain. sweat was beading up on your forehead, skin flushed and hot to touch. you had to remind yourself to breathe constantly, choking on your own staggered breath and saliva. you thought you were spent, but the knot in your stomach told you otherwise.

“you can give daddy one more, right baby?” your brain could barely wrap around uttering words, finding strength to lift your head up to catch a glimpse of connie looking up at your tear streaked face. that look was enough for connie to understand, lowering his face to suckle on your lips one last time before thrusting himself back into you. he’s hooking his arms underneath your knees and pushing them back, your petite body giving him more than enough room to lock his fingers behind your neck, holding you up.

his thrusts were slow this time around, digging into the deepest parts of you, cock kissing your cervix with each snap of his hips. your tears wouldn’t stop flowing down your cheeks, was it crazy for connie to find it hot? to have you fucked dumb on his dick, crying because it feels so good?

a grin splits his lips as he feels your hips twitch and roll underneath his hold, unable to tear his eyes off the tears gliding down your blissed out face. “this pussy is mine, right?” he asks, already knowing the answer.

“i- oh! it’s yours daddy, it’s all yours!”

“yeah baby, i know, i know.” he soothes, peppering kisses onto the side of your mouth. “you take this dick so fucking good, say you fucking love it.”

“i,” you choke, forcing yourself to open your eyes. “i love it so much! i love you! shit-” your vision was blurred from tears that filled your eyes, blinking them away. you found that knot in your stomach exploding, and for a second your vision blacked out. blinking away the darkness, you fell limp into your boyfriends arms, leaving him to hold you up.

connie leaned in to kiss you softly, on your lips, your forehead, your chin. he drags his tongue against your cheeks, mumbling sweet nothings as he passes your ears. he licked a long stripe from the corner of your lips up to your eyes, tasting the salty water that streaked down them.

“y’know i never wanna see you like this babygirl…” he mutters, thrusts becoming sloppy. “but you look so pretty cryin’ around my cock like this.”

[luke-hughes43]

Hard Launch | luke x zegras sister

this is gonna be zegras!sister x Luke hughes (will be same age as Luke and also go to umich and this is them hard launching their relationship online they've been together for a little over a year but this is the first time they are posting each other.)

[giving her a random name bc the y/n confuses me lol]

stellazegras_

liked by trevorzegras, lhughes_06, and others

stellazegras_ i have the boyfriendiest boyfriend out there hehe😘 thank you for being my personal uber and turning me into a passenger princess, I love you lukey🫶🏻

(since insta only lets you use 10 pics per post, I used my amazingly awesome editing skills to add more bc my boyfriend deserves more than just 10 pics)

(also, check out how cute my boyfriend looks in the last pic before he got 4 goals against penn state. and he's with both of his boyfriends! aren't they just the cutest?! however, ed and dukes, I would like my boyfriend back, I want cuddles🥹)

tagged: lhughes_06

Comments:

lhughes_06 I love you too stella girl❤️

lhughes_06 my best girl🫶🏻 (thank you for the extra pics baby)

lhughes_06 I'll be by in 20 for cuddles stel, promise. with a fresh hoodie too.

➡️stellazegras_ yay! suck it edwards.73 & dylanduke25😝

➡️lhughes_06 stella, be nice.

➡️stellazegras_ no, they stole my boyfriend.

➡️lhughes_06 I'm literally on the way baby.

➡️stellazegras_ oh hehe. will you bring me coffee?

➡️lhughes_06 ofc. be there in 15.😘

bellamurphy awww this is so cute. you guys are so cute.

➡️stellazegras_ thank you babes. I'm glad you like him.

➡️bellamurphy what's not to like? he's so good to you and obvi loves you. I mean who wouldn't but still. he's perfect for you.😊

➡️stellazegras_ that means so much coming from you. and yea, he is perfect for me.☺️

edwards.73 hey, we want our boyfriend back!

➡️stellazegras_ no, he's mine.

➡️lhughes_06 stella, be nice. eddy, we've talked about this. you and dylan get me on the weekends and stella gets me during the week.

➡️dylanduke25 I never agreed to that! I was here before her.

➡️stellazegras_ he loves me more than you!😤

dylanduke25 lukey come back! mackie and mark came home!

➡️mackie.samo HEY!

➡️markestapa RUDE!

trevorzegras could you maybe not put pics of you and baby hughes eating faces online please?

➡️stellazegras_ I'll do what I want with my boyfriend

➡️lhughes_06 oh really now baby?🤨

➡️stellazegras_ you know it superstar😉

➡️trevorzegras NO! NO! NO!

trevorzegras I guess you guys are cute.

➡️stellazegras_ I knew you loved us

trevorzegras still not a fan.

➡️jackhughes think about it tho z, if things work out and they get married, we'd be brothers.

➡️trevorzegras I guess you have a point. doesn't mean I like my little sister dating tho.

➡️jackhughes they're cute tho, and we'd finally actually be brothers.

➡️_quinnhughes leave them alone zegras. they're cute and happy and I will hurt you if you ruin that.

jackhughes I love this! don't listen to trevor, you guys are so cute.

_quinnhughes my favorite zegras with my favorite brother!

➡️stellazegras_ awwww I love you too hugs😘🫶🏻

➡️lhughes_06 YES! suck it jackhughes

➡️trevorzegras HEY!

➡️jackhughes HEY! I'm telling mom.

_alexturcotte baby zeegs and baby hughes! so cute!

colecaufield the couple we didn't know we needed.

jamiedrysdale love it stella, so cute. I'll tame the child.

➡️stellazegras_ thanks jamie, you're the best!❤️

lhughes_06

liked by stellazegras_, _quinnhughes, and others

lhughes_06 my best girl🫶🏻

I love you stella zegras❤️

(I might've had Stella use her editing skills to make this because she deserves more than 10 pics. she deserves all the pics. also, shout out to my mom for grabbing the 7th pic)

tagged: stellazegras_

Comments:

stellazegras_ I love you too luke hughes❤️

stellazegras_ my favorite boy🫶🏻

stellazegras_ thanks for being the best cuddle buddy in the whole world. me and my separation anxiety appreciate you greatly.🙌🏻

➡️lhughes_06 anything for you baby.

➡️stellazegras_ 🥹

edwards.73 stella stole our boy dylanduke25

➡️dylanduke25 she did. it's ok, we'll get him back.

➡️dylanduke25 I also know where she keeps her spare key...

➡️stellazegras_ dylan duke I swear to god if you show up to my house, they will not find your body.

➡️lhughes_06 STELLA!

➡️stellazegras_ HE JUST THREATENED TO BREAK INTO MY HOUSE! YELL AT HIM I'M JUST PROTECTING MYSELF!

dylanduke25 lukey come back.

➡️lhughes_06 no can do dylan. it's stella's night and we're binging harry potter. you'll get me back when we finish the movies.

➡️mackie.samo whipped.

➡️markestapa ok but also like mom and dad.

trevorzegras get this off my feed. I don't need to see it twice.

➡️_quinnhughes leave them alone zegras. let them be in love.

➡️trevorzegras he's basically eating my sister's face.

➡️_quinnhughes leave. them. alone.

➡️jackhughes don't test Quinn trev, he'll kill you.

➡️trevorzegras fine.

trevorzegras watch those hands Luke. that's my sister. (now can I be mad Quinn?)

➡️_quinnhughes a little. (lukey, watch the hands when you post online. what trevor doesn't know won't hurt)

➡️lhughes_06 on it captain!🫡

➡️_quinnhughes don't call me that.

➡️trevorzegras HEY!

➡️_quinnhughes we've been over this trevor, stella is my favorite zegras and I love her and luke together.

➡️stellazegras_ love you quinn!

jackhughes if you don't marry her and make z and I brothers, I'll kill you. you won't be able to hide from me.

➡️lhughes_06 quinn, help!

➡️_quinnhughes he's fucking 20, relax. bother him in 2 years and I might be on your side.

_quinnhughes so cute guys. luke, you hurt her and I'll kill you before trevor has the chance.

_alexturcotte get it lukey!

colecaufield love to see it.

jamiedrysdale I won't let z get to you luke, promise.

[nburkhardt]

Somebody loves you, you got a friend (part 4)

Part 1, part 2, part 3

Please don’t look too closely at things if it doesn’t make sense…ignore it hahaha. (I edited it and tried keeping to a timeline, but I think screwed up somewhere lol)

Telling Eddie is terrifying.

Steve’s little over a month along, his doctor said something about seven weeks? Maybe eight? He’s not entirely sure to be honest and he’s getting off track right now.

He’s pregnant with Eddie’s baby and he’s currently standing on the stairs of a trailer, specifically, Eddie’s home. He’s nervous and scared, because this is huge and they’ve only been dating for two months. The ultrasound picture in his back pocket is burning a hole and he has to remind himself of his mom’s words.

“You’ll be okay, even if Eddie doesn’t stay”

But god, he wants Eddie to stay.

The door is pulled open and the alpha is all smiles, “Stevie! What a surprise-“ the smile fades a little as Eddie sniffs, “what’s wrong?”

“Can- can I come in?”

Eddie wordlessly moved aside, letting him in before closing the door and he feels eyes on him as he paces. “Stevie, what’s going on?”

He stops and simply pulls out the picture, “um, so, I’ve felt like shit for the last few weeks and my mom had me take this- well- um,”

Steve will be the first to admit; his way with words is absolute shit.

Eddie’s mouth drops as he finally sees the picture. It’s still only a blob, even just looking at the picture he, Steve, can still hear the heartbeat.

The silence is suffocating and they’re still only standing in front of the door, Eddie’s holding the picture in his hands and Steve is biting his bottom lip and shoving his hands in his pockets, then without much thought just blurts out “I’m keeping it”

Eddie just nods and Steve can’t tell if it’s a good nod or a bad nod. But at least he wasn’t thrown out.

“I can- can I?” The alpha mumbles out and looks up at him, he has tears in his eyes, “are- are we okay?”

He doesn’t know what’s been asked, but with the phantom heartbeat beating in his ears and Eddie looking like he does- Steve just moves and wraps his arms around the alpha.

“We- we’re okay. As- as long as you don’t hate me for being a dumbass and not being on birth control”

Eddie’s arms are tight around him and he feels his lips against his temple as a laugh bubbles out of him.

“I think, it’s not just your fault here, Stevie”

~ ~ ~

Telling Eddie’s Uncle Wayne is a whole lot easier than telling his own dad.

Luckily his dad is too afraid of his mom to do anything to him and luckily Eddie’s uncle is a man of little words.

“You both made a mistake,” the older alpha told them, “everything will be okay, I’ll help you both”

And that’s that, from Wayne at least.

His dad, looks at the picture as if it personally offended him, then promptly decides to leave. He doesn’t even yell and doesn’t say all the things Steve isn’t supposed to know about his mom. He packs his stuff, saying “You’ll have everything you need, but I’m leaving”

And once he’s gone?

They technically celebrate. Even though his father just walked out on them all because his son is pregnant at sixteen. He doesn’t want to know how he would’ve reacted if he knew the baby’s father.

His mom is laughing and crying. She has a glass of wine, her hands are shaking. For once he can’t tell how she’s actually feeling. All he knows, her scent filling the room is an odd mix of happiness and sadness.

“Oh Steve, I didn’t-“ she looks sad, but somehow happy, “Baby, him leaving is a good thing. I’m just, overwhelmed. He was,” she shakes her head and grabs his hand to squeeze it, “he wasn’t nice, I should’ve known and should’ve left him a while ago, you’re the only good thing he’s even done to me. I’m sorry I allowed him to be so, so hurtful to you”

He’s going to blame the crying on that he’s pregnant. Even with how much he loves his mom, how much they get along- hearing her apology meant so much.

———

I hope everything seems in line, I’ve been going back and forth on my wording. Tbh it’s probably all over the place still. Anyway, yay Eddie didn’t freak out 🥳 well I mean, he did but he didn’t? Hahaha

Next time we’re going to school AND the CC boys make an appearance ❤️

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[kellyvela]

Sophie's Hon Vol. IV Paris Fashion Week Edition

Welcome back to this series in time for the lovebirds' return to Paris, the City of Love, the same the city where we saw them kiss for the first time.

A lot of their most romantic pics yet and some sexy stuff under the cut!

WINE ME, DINE ME, SIXTY NINE ME . . . .

The first sight of Sophie and Perry in Paris was on Sunday, March 3th, while they were leaving Le Bristol Hotel to attend a especial dinner:

Here we can see Sophie with Danielle Haim and Jamie Mizrahi at FRAME Paris Fashion Week Dinner, held at Caviar Kaspia Restaurant:

On their return to their hotel, Sophie was pictured very happy and relaxed and holding Perry's black jumper:

I guess Sophie was looking at Perry in these pictures, he seems to make her laugh and smile a lot 😊

Now, we don't know when the lovebirds arrived in Paris, but while these pictures were appearing on the internet, I was alerted by anon message that Sophie had created a playlist with a very particular name just the day before (Saturday, March 2th) . . . . 👀 🙈 🤭

Here some songs that stand out:

These lips can't wait to taste your skin, baby, no, no And these eyes, yeah, can't wait to see your grin, ooh, ooh, baby Just let my love Just let my love adorn you Please baby, yeah —Adorn by Miguel

Oh lá lá . . . . 💋

Whispered something in your ear It was a perverted thing to say But I said it anyway Made you smile and look away Nothing's gonna hurt you, baby As long as you're with me, you'll be just fine Nothing's gonna hurt you, baby Nothing's gonna take you from my side —Nothing's gonna hurt you Baby by Cigarettes After Sex

I guess Paris brings out passion in lovers . . . . 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

~~~

YOUR CLOTHES LOOK BETTER ON ME . . . .

The next day, Monday, March 4th, Sophie and Perry went to the Louis Vuitton Paris La Samaritaine store, probably for Sophie's outfit fitting for the next day show:

On their return to their hotel, they went on a very romantic stroll through the City of Love, holding hands, walking by le Pont des Arts, sitting on benches to exchange clothes, and being the most affectioned with each other . . . .

Oh my heart . . . . Why are they so cute and sweet and lovely???

OK, so when they actually arrive to their hotel, Sophie was wearing Perry's green jacket that looks so big on her, and I love it!

I know, Sophie, I know . . . . It's so nice to smell the scent of the person we love on us . . . .

Oh, to be young and in love . . . . in Paris 💕

~~~

GIRAFE & COSTES

During the night of Monday, March 4th, Sophie and Perry were seen at Girafe restaurant, and later at Costes restaurant.

There are several videos of Sophie being so nice and sweet with her fans waiting for her at her hotel door and at those restaurants doors. She took pictures and videos and sent greetings for a lot of lucky fans. You can watch it here & here.

In those videos you can see that Perry's friend, Rupert Gorst, joined them that night. He is the same friend that travelled with them to ski in Meribel.

In those videos you can also see that Sophie left Costes restaurant with a Glowery bag. Glowery is a brand founded by Alexandra Kolasinski (a long time friend of Sophie's ex husband), so Sophie probably met with her at Costes. I'm mentioning this just to reiterate that the "cheating allegations" are a made up narrative.

OK, let's see the pictures!

Leaving Girafe:

Loving the way Perry is holding Sophie's hand in these pictures . . . .

Leaving Costes:

Lol at Rupert waving his hand to the paps in the back 😂

Here's another video of them leaving Costes, via Backdrid with Game of Thrones theme lol

I like how Perry is the last to leave, several steps behind her and Rupert and he opted to read his phone to avoid the paps pictures . . . . Also, how lovely and polite Sophie is with fans and paps!

Now to the main event!

~~~

LOUIS VUITTON WOMEN'S FALL-WINTER 2024 SHOW - PARIS FASHION WEEK - TUESDAY, MARCH, 5th 2024

No Perry sighting during the Show, just lovely Sophie in Louis Vuitton.

Here's a picture of Sophie's Glam shared by Christian Wood:

Here's Sophie arriving at Musée du Louvre, arm in arm with Chioma Nnadi, the new head of editorial content for British Vogue 👀 👀 👀

Chioma Nnadi also attended FRAME Paris Fashion Week Dinner, held at Caviar Kaspia Restaurant the night before, so maybe they met there.

Here's Sophie posing for photographers:

Here's Sophie being interviewed by Alexa Chung:

You can watch a little bit of the interview here!

Here's an official picture shared by Louis Vuitton:

Here's a picture of Sophie inside the Show:

Here's Sophie for Brithis Vogue:

She looks so happy and lovely ❤️

Before the Show started, Sophie was chatting with Anna Wintour and posed for pictures with singer Lisa, member of Blackpink, and actress Ana de Armas. You can se the video here.

Here's Sophie, Anna Wintour and Cynthia Erivo watching the Show:

Here a few of my favorite pictures of Sophie from the day:

Gorgeous!

Hopefully we will have Sophie on a Vogue cover soon and also attending the MET Gala!!!

She's an angel 👼

Straight out of a Renaissance painting, right?

Loveher so much ❤️

~~~

MAXIM'S

After the Show, Sophie and Perry were seen leaving Maxim's restaurant where Louis Vuitton held an after party:

During the after party, Sophie was seen next to singer Felix from Stray Kids and Nicolas Ghesquiere, while listening to singer Zaho de Sagazan performing her song La symphonie des éclairs on the piano.

Rupert Gorst joined Sophie and Perry for the after party as well. They sure had a blast.

There is a lot more of Sophie from the Show but Tumblr doesn't let me upload more material 😭

I'm gonna leave you a few links tho:

More Sophie from Vogue Germany! - Similar video from Vogue Italia! It seems Vogue is promoting her a lot!

More Sophie from Madame Figaro France!

Sophie posing for photographers pre Show! - Same video from TikTok! She's so lovely!

Sophie Turner & Chloe Grace Moretz!

Sophie leaving the Show & interacting with fans! Love her so much ❤️

Another video of Sophie leaving the Show!

~~~

You can read the previous editions here: Vol. III - Vol. II - Vol. I

I'm going to update this post as new content appears.

[sxhnsuchtt]

Bespolezno (Useless) - Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

GIF not mine - credits to the creator

Hi! This is my first ever published fanfic, hope you like it~ English is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes. Also, I guess studying Russian has its perks lol.

⚠️ MoM spoilers ahead, kinda

Word count: 1,610

Warnings: dark!dom!Wanda, sub!fem!reader, kidnapping, physical restraints, dub/non-con, degradation, mommy kink, slapping, scratching, choking, biting, nipple play, cunnilingus (R receiving), fingering, pussy spanking, orgasm denial. Minors DNI

(edited some typos)

detka - baby

suka - bitch

ty takaja milaja, kogda drožiš' ot straha - you're so cute when you tremble with fear

kiska - pussy

molodec - good girl

golubuška - little dove

končaj dlja mamočki - cum for mommy

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"Wake up. Now."

A piercing, imperative, yet familiar voice fills every inch of your brain and causes you to suddenly wake up with a loud gasp, as if you were holding your breath during a state of deep slumber. Confused and disoriented, you immediately try to get up but find yourself with little to no clothes on, lying down on a cold stone platform and tied by your hands and ankles with red ribbons of... magic.

"Finally. It's been a while, detka. You've been snoozing on and off forever, I was almost starting to get bored, but you're so cute when you sleep, too."

You turn your head around in an attempt to locate the source of the voice speaking to you. Levitating in the air, Wanda has her back facing you, her gown swinging around with the force of the wind, occasionally uncovering her bare legs underneath.

"Yeah, I know, I'll be there in a second" - she says, in a condescending tone - "I'm just finishing off some... What you call it? Sorcery."

"Wha... What do you want from me? Why am I even here? Please, let me go!"

You try to tug at your wrists in an attempt to set yourself free, but Wanda's magic tightens around you even more, leaving little to no space for any movement at all.

"Don't make me regret waking you up. I thought we could have a little chitchat together, hm?"

As the gloomy light of her spells dissipates from around her, the witch finally sets on the ground, the echo of her heeled boots spreading all over the room as she's walking towards you.

"So" - she now stands before you, with a satisfied, eerie smile - "what do we have here? Such a beautiful girl."

You try once again to free yourself, with no chance of success, rage filling up your chest.

"Let me go, ple--"

Your body completely stiffens as Wanda slaps you unexpectedly, leaving one of your cheeks red and pulsating with pain.

"Thank mommy when she compliments you. And look at me when I'm talking to you, suka."

Wanda grabs you by your chin and turns your head in her direction, forcing you to focus on her terrifying, yet lascivious green eyes.

"I want you to behave, you know. What kind of mother would I be, if I let my baby be naughty? Come on now, detka, don't cry."

Completely frozen in fear, tears start running down your cheeks, making the mark left by Wanda's slap sting with sharp pain.

"Such a poor thing, so scared of mommy, huh? Don't be."

She lets go of your chin with a tug and starts tracing your tears using her blackened index finger, leaving light scratches on your skin with the sharpness of her nail and making you shiver under her touch.

"Be nice and still, I'll make the pain go away. But you'll have to let mommy take care of you."

Petrified, you watch Wanda as she starts crawling towards you, her dress together with her long, red hair tickling your skin as she moves. She marks herself down on your lap, making your loins involuntarily twist, and hunches over you, gravity pulling part of her breasts out of the corset she's wearing. With a strangely comforting smile, she collects your hair away from your face, holding it into a ponytail as she leans even closer to you and licks up the pool of tears that had formed in the crevice of your neck, causing you to shiver again, in total disbelief.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" - Wanda cooes as her smile spreads even more on her red, plump lips - "And tastes good, too. I can savour your fear."

Panting, you try to move her to pity once more. "P-please, I don't know what you want from me, I..."

Her black, long fingers suddenly wrap around your neck, her face distorted with anger as she presses down on it, making your eyes fill up with more tears. To your complete horror, she lets a chilling laugh out of her chest, causing your blood to freeze in your veins and your whole body to tremble.

"Ty takaja milaja, kogda drožiš' ot straha" she cooes with a strong Sokovian accent, entertained with the fear in your eyes, as you are still under her strong grip and have no clue of what she's saying. "Now, this is so fun, but I'm starting to lose my patience."

The witch finally lets go of your neck, leaving you gasping for air, and starts untying her corset, revealing her bare chest.

"You like what you see? This is your last chance to behave, make mommy feel good or else I'll slice that pretty throat of yours."

She leans once again over you and pulls your hair abruptly, guiding you towards her naked breasts. You have no choice but to finally give in and obey Wanda, therefore latching onto one of her nipples. You feel her back arch with pleasure as she lets out a heavy, excited moan from her mouth, her nipple getting stiffer into your mouth. Hardly admitting to yourself that you could enjoy this, you too finally let out a relieving moan, causing Wanda to shiver with the vibrations of your voice. As your tongue is shifting from one nipple to another and twirling around each of them, Wanda slowly slithers her free hand down your chest, then your stomach, eventually reaching your pussy. She lets out a surprised, satisfied moan, and smiles at you as she notices how soaked you are.

"Look at you, sweetheart, your kiska so good and wet for mommy. Sucking on my tits gets you so horny, doesn't it? Say it, be a good girl."

Completely surrendered to her, you let her nipple free with a pop, and nod your head off in approval. "Yes, Wanda."

"Mh-mh" - she scoffs in disagreement - "Who's Wanda? There's no Wanda here. Just mommy."

She reaches for your lips, collapsing into a sloppy, ravening kiss. As your pussy starts throbbing even more, an excruciating pain fills your body again. Your bottom lip, bitten with incredible force by Wanda, starts bleeding suddenly into your mouth, spreading the metallic taste of blood all around your tongue.

Confused, you look up to the witch as she's wiping your blood off her lips with one hand, then licking it with the tip of her tongue and indulging into yet another sinister smile.

"Do as I say, and I won't hurt you again. What do you call me?"

"Mommy."

"Molodec."

After finally getting what she wanted, with a quick movement of her hips and legs Wanda gets off you, leaving you tied still with her magic and aching with desire.

"Since you've been so good" - she says while walking around, pinching your clit between her nails and causing you to squeak - "I think you deserve some proper treatment."

With a twist of her hand, what remains of your clothes is removed by a swift movement of magic.

"Fuck. You're dripping wet" - she cooes, entirely enticed by the sight before her - "Let mommy fix what a desperate mess you are."

Without any warning, Wanda's hot, slithery tongue worms her way in between your lips, making you moan with pleasure. As she swirls it around your clit, with you squirming under her action, she slides one, then two fingers into you, pumping in and out of your pussy with sloshing sounds.

"What a dirty little slut you are, golubuška, your pussy is so damn tight" - Wanda murmurs softly - "you're making me so wet as well."

Curving her two fingers, she starts hitting your spot steadily, almost violently, as her face lights up with a smile, pleased to see you moan and squirm under her power, knowing that you are getting closer and closer to orgasm.

"You're gonna speak up if you want to cum, baby girl - there's no way I'm leaving you do that without asking mommy for permission first."

She looks at you, thrusting her fingers incessantly and rubbing your clit with her thumb, as you try to babble out your request, unable to do so because of her fucking you dumb.

"Mommy, mommy... Please..."

"Yeah, baby?"

"I-... I, uh..."

"Can't hear you."

Wanda abruptly pulls her fingers away, emptying your throbbing pussy on the edge of orgasm. As you're left aching and desperate, moaning pleadingly, the witch indulges in a devilish smile, pleased by the fact she has prevented you from finally climaxing. She hits your cunt with a strong slap, causing you to scream in pain.

"Now, try again."

She quickly thrusts her finger in your pussy again, filling up your hole completely, and messes with your clit through her magic, making the red mist twirl and tingle around it.

It doesn't take much until you start feeling close again, even more desperate to cum than a few instants before.

"Mommy, please, I want... I want to cum, please" you finally let out of your mouth to Wanda's approval.

"Good girl, here, you deserve it. Končaj dlja mamočki."

You finally release the knot inside your belly, moaning loudly as you drip around Wanda's fingers. The witch releases your pussy, bringing her fingers to your mouth and commanding you to suck.

"Yeah, like that" she says, while finally freeing you from her magic.

Still dizzy from your orgasm, you massage your wrists, reddened from the restraints. Wanda gets closer to you, cups your face and plants a sweet, nurturing kiss onto your forehead, whilst taking you into her arms.

"You've done good. Made mommy's pussy throb with your moans" - she says, caressing your hair - "You're gonna take care of that later."

[buckybraneslover111]

Stranger Couple - B.B.

a/n: i've has this sitting in my drafts for days and i have finally edited it and i think its good to post lol enjoy and please leave me your feedback.

warnings: drinking(21+), mommy kink, daddy kink, breeding kink, lots of dirty talk, spanking, hair pulling, sir kink, choking, multiple orgasms(male&fem), praising kink, slapping, spitting, squirting, slight fluff at the end if you like squinted

words: 5,400 (sorry its alot but its good)

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You used your straw to mixed around your drink as you sat at the bar. There were so many guys who would ask to sit next to you but you would deny them, say your saving the seat for someone. You sipped on your drink then felt a presence on the side of you in his chair. "Is this seat taken?" You looked over at him shaking your head as he sat in the chair and he ordered his drink, whiskey on the rocks. You watched his jaw clench, his hair brushed back as if he had been running his hands through his hair. He sat back in his chair as you turned your gaze away from him and back to your drink. He looked at you, finally noticing you. He looked at your body wrapped in your , your hair curled down your back, your soft legs crossed, your black heels to match. He bit his lip at your appearance. You looked breathtaking. You sipped your drink ignoring his eyes burning into your back. "So, do you come here often?" You turned your head towards him and smiled shaking your head no. "First time." He smirked at you, "It's a pretty nice place, good people." You nodded and went back to your drink. He leaned in and put his hand on your thigh, whispering in your ear, "You look so fucking sexy in this dress baby, i wanna take you right here." You smirked and looked at him, "Gonna break that easily?" this was a game you two loved to play. You would go to the bar, order a drink, he would meet you, flirt with you, then you would go back home and he would fuck you senseless, sometimes you didn't make it because he just wanted you that badly. This was one of the things that you loved about your relationship with him and how you would spice up your sex life. Pretending to be complete strangers and he would fuck you good. He smirked, "Not a chance." he sat back in his seat and looked at you, "What's your name?" You looked back at him, "Ruby." He nodded smirking, "Ben."

"So what are you doing here all alone?" He takes a sip of his drink looking at you.

You roll your eyes, "Can't take a hint can you?" you sip your drink not looking at him.

He smirks, "What? You don't want to talk to me?" you looked at him and hold your hand up showing him your wedding ring on your finger. He nodded and chuckled, "Oh I see. So where is your husband?"

"He would be sitting in that chair but he would rather play with his cars than to take me out for drinks." you smirked a little looking back at your drink. You knew that he get him a little upset and maybe he would be rough with you later.

He frowned a bit, "No I do not."

You smirked looking back at him, "Break character one more time, remember you get nothing." If either one of you broke character more than 3 times in one night, then the other gets up and leaves and you get no sex that night and had to try again the next day. You never break character. You were always on point with everything. It was always Bucky. He would get too turned on, or you would say something that made him made and he would break.

He sighed and drank the rest of his drink putting the cup down on the counter. He looked at you as you stared at him, "I don't do that y/n."

You finished your drink and left cash on the bar top. You grabbed your purse and got off the chair making sure to get off on the side he was on and you smirked at him, "It was nice meeting you Ben, thanks for the company." Bucky groaned as you walked away. He watched you leave and he frowned mentally slapping himself.

...

The next night, at a different club. You ordered your same drink playing with the straw in your drink. You looked around to see if you could find him, he was running late. Only by 10 minutes, but still you needed release just as badly as him. After 10 more minutes, you heard someone on the side of you, "Is this seat taken?" you looked over and almost choked on your salvia. He looked good, like too good. You shook your head as he sat down next to you. He ordered himself his famous drink and sat back in his chair. You blushed hard looking away from him. 'Oh my god, he looks so good.' you thought to yourself. You moved uncomfortably in your chair as you felt yourself getting wet. He looked over at you smirking, "You alright?" he leaned forward grabbing his drink and taking a sip. You nodded and looked at him.

"Yeah I'm fine."

"You come here often?" he said as he sat back in his chair staring at you, "I'm a regular and I don't think i've ever seen you here before."

You shook your head, no, "No, first time."

"First time for everything." He smirks finishing his drink. "You wanna dance?"

You looked at him, "Sorry, I'm actually waiting for someone." you held your hand up showing your wedding ring.

He smirked, "Oh come on. He isn't here and whats wrong with two strangers dancing in a club. What your husband doesn't know wont hurt him."

You blushed and looked away from him, "Whats your name?"

"Hmm? I'm sorry sweetheart what was that?"

You turned your head to the side and you were met face to face with him, his lips almost touching yours, his breathe lingering on your face, whiskey and cigarettes, his eyes looking into yours. You blushed hard, your mouth opened slightly. You looked down at his lips then back up at his eyes, "Name?" you whispered.

"Nick." he whispered.

"Sarah."

He smirked and got off his chair and held out his hand. You got off your chair holding his hand. You followed him to the middle of the dance floor and he spun you around so your back was facing him. He grabbed your waist pulling you back towards him, your ass placed right on his crotch as you felt him get hard. You smirked and started to grind on him along with the music. The song 'Earned it' by the Weekend played, but it was the slowed down version of the song. You moved your hair to one side of your neck as he leaned down, his lips brushing against your neck. He goes up to your ear and whispers, "You are so fucking sexy. I wish I could take you in front of all these people but you would enjoy that too much. All these people would see you beg for my cock," he runs his hand up the back of your thigh and up your dress, "Don't make a sound, don't want to draw attention to us," his fingers brush against your folds and you bit your lip trying not to moan, his finger pushes past your folds as he runs his finger through your wetness, "God you are so fucking wet for me." he teases your entrance then he pulls his hand away from your core bringing his hand up to your mouth sliding his finger in. You sucked on it tasting yourself. "Mmm you taste good dont you?" you nodded pulling his finger out. You pulled your dress down and turned around looking up at him blushing, "Blue."

...

You walked into your bedroom backwards unbuckling Bucky’s belt as you two were making out. Your legs hit the bed as you laid back down on it. He crawled on top you, your lips never leaving his, never breaking the kiss. He pushes your dress up as you push his boxers and pants down. He pulls away from you taking off his shirt and his pants and boxers the rest of the way. You sit up and take off your dress, you grab his face pulling him in for another kiss. He gets on top of you again pushing you down to the bed. You put your hands in his hair pulling his head back, biting on his lip with your teeth. You suck on his bottom lip as he moans, you let it go as you smirk at his swollen lip. You attack his neck with kisses sucking on his sweet spot. "Mommy, please." he moans as he poked your core with his tip.

"Please what? Tell mommy what you want." you smirked at him as you kissed up his neck and nibbled on his ear.

"Let me fuck you mommy." He bites his lip, "Please." he begs.

You smirked shaking your head no, "Why should i let you?" you turned his head towards you as your lips slightly brush up against his. "Why should i let you fuck me?" you whispered against his lips, you looked up at his eyes. He looked down at you moaning softly, his mouth open a little.

"I deserve it, i do." he whines rubbing his tip against your clit.

"No, you don't deserve it." you smirked as he whined loudly.

"Come on mommy! Please!!" He whines against your lips.

"No."

"Mommy!!" he whined loudly.

You smirked, "What's the matter baby?"

"I just wanna fuck you!" his face turns red, "I wanna fuck your pussy, please mommy! I promise i'll be good, I won't cum until you tell me! I'll be a good boy." he had tears in his eyes as he begged you.

"You'll be my good boy? You'll let mommy cum first?" you put your hand on his cheek rubbing his cheek bone.

He nodded, "Yes mommy i promise."

"Okay you can fuck mommy." you bit your lip. He smiled big and slides his cock into you as you both moaned. He started thrusting into you hard grabbing your tit with one hand massaging it.

"Mmm fuck you are so tight!" he leans down sucking on your nipple.

"Yes! Fuck my pussy!" you moan as he thrusts into you harder.

...

You walked downstairs in just a tshirt that covered you just enough. You walked to the fridge and got a bottle of water and looked in it. The doorbell rang and you shut the door. You walked over to the door opening it and you smirked at him. He was standing there with a jean button down shirt, opened completely exposing his chest, his hair pushed back, a utility belt around his waist, jeans and sneakers. "Hi miss, we got a call about your wi-fi being down." he looked at you smiling.

"Yeah it's like not working." you stepped to the side letting him in. He walked in as you shut the door behind him. "My husband said he would fix it but hasn't gotten the chance too." You walk to the living room swaying your hips as he followed you, knowing he was staring at your ass. You walk over to your tv and bent over opening up the cabinet, completely exposing yourself to him, you weren't wearing any panties so he was looking right at your pussy. He was staring right at it, his cock instantly growing hard. He swallowed hard as you stood up turning around smirking at his uncomfortableness. "It's in that cabinet." You stepped to the side pointing at it. You sat down on the couch behind him. He got down on his knees and looked at the wifi box. He fixed a couple of wires then he was done. He sat back on his knees and looked over at you. You were sitting with your legs spread a little, your pussy slightly exposing to him. He bit his lip as he looked up at your eyes as you were already smirking and staring at him. You spread your legs a little more, "Did you fix it?" he nodded. "How much do i owe you?"

"Just one tight little pussy." He crawls over to you as you spread your legs, putting your feet up on the couch pulling your shirt up so it rests on your lower stomach. You bit your lip as you leaned back on your elbows. He grabs your thighs pulling you to the edge of the couch. He leans in and blows cool hair on your clit. You moaned throwing your head back as he lightly licked your clit.

"Stop teasing please. I want it." you whined pouting. He smirked, loving you begging for him. He leaned in more wrapping his lips around your clit sucking on it hard. You moaned loudly, "Fuck! Fuck! Just like that!" You grab his hair pulling him in closer, as he shook his head, his lips wrapped around your clit moving it from side to side. "Oh fuck yes! Eat that pussy baby!" He spreads your legs wider as he pulls away from your clit. He uses both of his hands and spreads your folds open so your pussy is fully exposed to him. He spits on your clit and watches it slide down your clit to your entrance. He watches as your hole clenches onto nothing. "Please baby! Keep going, don't stop!" you whined. He leans in, keeping your pussy spread open as he licks up from your entrance to your clit. He goes down and slides his tongue into your entrance, putting both of his thumbs on your clit rubbing it slowly as he thrusted his tongue into you. You threw your head back moaning loudly, "Oh my god! Feels so good! So fucking good. I wanna cum!" He pulls his tongue out smirking. He takes two fingers and rubs them up and down your pussy getting them wet with your juices and he slides them into you as you moaning louder. "Yes! Yes" He smirked and bit his lip as he pushed on your lower stomach a little with his other hand as he thrusted his fingers in you as fast as he could, hitting your spot as he did it. "I'm fucking cumming!!" You screamed loudly in pleasure as you gripped the couch arching your back. You started to see stars as you squirted all over his fingers.

"Yes baby! Yes!" He smirked at you and he pulled his fingers out slapping your pussy as few times. You breathed heavily as your pussy was dripping in your cum along with his chest. He stood up on his knees pulling down his pants, his cock sprung out hitting his lower stomach. He got between your legs and grabs his cock sliding it into you pussy.

You moaned loudly looking up at him, "Fuck your cock is so big! But you have to hurry, my husband will be home soon." You smirked at him as he leaned down grabbing your jaw getting close to your face.

"I don't care, I want your husband to walk in with my fucking cock deep in that pussy!" He thrusted into you hard and fast as you moaned loudly.

"Yes! Fuck my pussy baby!" you moaned louder as he thrusted into you harder and harder.

"Yeah? You like that kitten?! You like my cock deep in that pussy?!" He pushes in deeper stretching your pussy out more as you throw your head back moaning.

"Yes!! Fuck that pussy deep!!" You moaned loudly, "I wanna cum! I wanna cum on that cock!"

"Mmm do it baby, i'm gonna cum in that pussy!" He reached down rubbing your clit fast as his thrusts become sloppy, his orgasm approaching soon.

"Mmmf! Fill my pussy up with your cum! Fuck a baby in me daddy!" You grabbed onto his forearm as your pussy clenched around his cock. "I'm cumming! Cum with me daddy!" you moaned loud as he rubbed your clit faster thrusting into you as fast as he could.

"Mmm! Yeah baby, i'm almost there!" Your pussy clenched around his cock again, "Fuck! I'm cumming! You want me to fill your pussy up?!" His cock twitched hard in your pussy.

"Yes! Fill me up with that cum!! Fuck i'm cumming!!" You screamed that last part as you came hard all over his cock. He pushes his cock all the way inside of you as his cum painted your warm walls. He moaned as he came inside of you, feeling your walls, clench and unclench around him. He thrusted into you slowly to help you both ride out your highs, then he stop pulling out of you completely, his cock becoming soft and limp. You laid down on the couch breathing heavily, "That was so good baby." He looked down at your pussy as nothing was spilling out of your pussy.

He smirked, "You holding my cum in there good?"

You nodded biting your lip, "I don't want it to come out."

"Good girl."

....

You watched him from the pool lounge chair you were laying on. You wore a very revealing black bikini suit. He was cleaning the pool of all the leaves and bugs that got in it. He was your innocent pool boy, just coming over to clean the pool for you. He wore his swim trunks and no shirt. Just how you liked it. You got up from your chair and walked over to the hot tub that was connected to the pool. You started up the jets so the water could get warm. After a few minutes you got into the hot tub and sat back against the wall as you watched him continue to clean the pool. He looked at you from across the pool and smirked, "Beautiful day for a pool day huh, Mrs. Barnes?"

You nodded and blushed, "Everyday is a beautiful for the pool."

"Why is your pool so dirty? I just cleaned it yesterday." he smirked at you.

"I dumped a whole bunch of leaves in it so I could call you to come clean it." you bit your lip as you pushed your sunglasses onto your head, "Why dont you take a break? Come join me in the hot tub."

He smirked at you and shook his head no, "Can't do that Mrs. Barnes, your husband might come home."

"Oh come on, its just two grown adults, sitting in the hot tub together, nothing is going to happen." You smirked at him putting your sunglasses back on. He puts down the net and walks over to the hot tub and he gets in, sitting across from you. He sits back and relaxes against the jets. He closes his eyes and puts his arms on the back of the hot tub.

"Take a picture it lasts longer." He smirked looking at you as you were staring at his spider tattoo. You blushed looking away, you so badly wanted to break character and just beg him to fuck you, but you couldn't. You need to hold out, just a little longer.

"I don't know what you are talking about." you looked away from him.

"Mrs. Barnes you were thinking about dirty things weren't you?" he smirked looking at you. You couldn't take it anymore. You needed him and you needed him now. This was the first time you have ever broken out of character.

You got up and walked over to him straddling his waist grabbing his face. "I need you Buck please, i need you to fuck me."

He smirked at you shaking his head. He pulled you off of him and he got out of the hot tub, "I have to go, you have a good day Mrs. Barnes." He walked back into the house as you whined loudly.

...

You walked into the house from your lunch with your Sarah. You walked to the living room and looked at Bucky as he was wearing shorts and no shirt. He was cleaning the table and he looked up at you smiling, "Hello Mrs. Barnes you are home early. I'm almost done cleaning." you were caught by surprised and looked at him confused then smiled.

"It's okay..." you looked at his outfit and giggled, "Wait, pause. Why are you wearing that?"

"Because you told me too." he frowned standing up.

"No I didn't." you giggled.

"Yes you did y/n." he frowned.

"No, I said, you should be the maid and i'll be the housewife." You laughed, "So by me saying that, you decided to put on my maid outfit."

He blushed bright red, getting embarrassed, "Well, thats what I thought you meant."

"No." you giggled, "You look good though." you winked at him.

...

You walked downstairs and walked to the kitchen and saw Bucky, Steve and Sam all talking. Bucky looked up at you and smiled as you walked over to him. You kissed his cheek then walked to the fridge grabbing a bottle of water. You saw Steve and Sam leave the room and you were about to turn to Bucky when you felt him push you up against the fridge, his cock growing hard against your ass. He leaned down to your ear and you whined, your body pressing against the cold surface of the fridge. "When I get back, I except this whole house to be cleaned, and you better be in uniform when I get back." he grabs your hair pulling it back so your head was resting against his shoulder as you moaned. He slapped your ass hard squeezing it, "Got it?"

You nodded, "Yes sir, I understand."

"Good girl." he pulled away from your and fixed his shirt. You turned around looking at him with your back to the fridge.

"When will you be back?" you bit your lip.

"Not sure yet, like two hours at the most." he shrugged, "I love you i'll see you later." he kisses your cheek and walked out of the kitchen. You bit your lip as you heard the front door shut.

"Fuck." you sighed.

…

two hours later~

Bucky walked through the door and you gasped when you heard the door shut. You were still cleaning the dishes and you tried to hurry up to finish. "Where's my little kitten?" he smirked as he walked into the kitchen and saw your still washing the dishes. He frowned at you then smirked. You were wearing your sexy maid outfit, with black cat ears on your head, he looked down and saw you were wearing knee high tights with bows on the back of your thighs. You turned off the water and dried your hands turning around looking at him.

"Sir, I-I..." you blushed as he walked towards you pinning you against the counter.

"I thought I asked you to get all of your chores done before I got home." he frowned down at you.

"Sir, you did but..." he cut you off.

"But what? What were you doing that was more important than your job?"

"I-I...sir please." He wrapped his hand around your neck moving your head up so you were looking at him.

"Did you touch yourself without my permission?" he frowned at you.

"N-No I swear." your face turned a bright pink as you squeezed your legs together.

He smirked at you, "Liar…”

"I-I'm not lying.." you whined as he squeezed your throat a little and got close to your face, his lips brushing against yours slightly.

"So if i stick my fingers into your pussy, its not going to be stretched out is it?" he smirked at you as you blushed hard.

"S-Sir please..." you whined softly.

"Ahhh you did touch yourself didn't you?" he smirked at you, "Tsk tsk, bad kitten. You know what happens when you dont listen."

"But sir, it was only because I had to make it fit." you blushed hard getting nervous.

"Make what fit?" he looked at you confused. He pulled his hand off of your throat as you turned around and bent over the sink a little lifting up your skirt. You spread your cheeks as you showed him the 3 inch butt plug that was all the way in your ass. He groaned and ran his hands through his hair, "Fuck, you are killing me baby. Is this the vibrating one?" You nodded biting your lip looking back at him.

"Is that good sir?"

"Fuck baby what are you doing to me?" he leans back against the island counter. You stand up turning around looking at him, he face is a light pink, his hands are shaking as he rests them back on the counter. You look down and see his rock hard cock poking at his sweatpants. You got down on your knees pulling his pants down along with his boxers. His cock springs out and stands up straight, hard as a rock. You grabbed his cock putting one hand on his hip as you sucked on his tip. He threw his head back moaning, "Fuck yes baby, such a good little kitten." you looked up at him innocently as he looked down at you, "Don't look at me like that when you have my cock in your mouth." he moans as you bob your head fast on his cock. He grabs you by the hair and holds you still thrusting his hips against your face. You never broke eye contact with him as tears started to roll down your face as you gagged on his tip. He pulls you off of his cock as he breathes heavily. His tip red and leaking precum, your chin covered in your spit as you stared up at him innocently. He pulls you up by your arm and picks you up sitting you down on the chair. You grabbed both of your legs and leaned back pulling them back to your shoulders holding them there as you fully expose yourself to him. Your pussy dripping in your juices as your ass clenches around the butt plug. He stands up in front of you and rubs his red, swollen tip against your wet dripping slit.

"Mmm daddy please." you moaned as you being sensitive to his touch, biting your lip, "Please give me your cock."

"I feel like if I slide in, i'm going to cum, so just give me a second." he moaned as he rubbed his tip against your clit.

"Just do it please, just cum inside me please. You'll get hard again please! I'll help you! Fuck I want it!" you whined loudly looking up at him, "Please, it will be so hot if you came inside of me and then fucked your cum in me. I wanna be your cum slut daddy."

He groaned feeling himself so close to the edge, he was sweating. He grabbed your throat and slid his cock into you moaning. "Fuck i'm gonna cum, i cant hold it baby." he stroked what wasn't inside of you and he cums inside of you moaning. You moaned feeling him fill you up.

"Mmm fuck daddy." he pulled out of you and you looked down as watched his cum drip out of you. "Shit daddy, I cant let it go to waste." you smirked and slid two fingers into your pussy thrusting your fingers to collect his cum. He stands there and watches you as you pull them out and they are covered in his cum and your juices. You put your hand up to your mouth, he grabs your wrist and he pulls your hand away from you. He grips your chin and forces your mouth open. You stick your tongue out looking up at him as he spits in your mouth, letting it slowly drip from his mouth onto your tongue. He smirks when it lands on your tongue and you slide your two fingers in your mouth that is covered in cum and you suck on them swallowing his cum and spit. You pulled your fingers out and opened your mouth to show him that you swallowed everything.

"Good girl." He strokes his cock until he is rock hard again. He spits on his cock rubbing it all over himself as he rubs his tip on your clit.

"Mmm you gonna fuck me good daddy?" you bit your lip then moaned loudly as he slid his cock into you. You held onto the back of your thighs, still holding your legs up to your shoulders. He pulled out until only the tip was in and he slammed back into you pushing in all the way until he bottomed out. "Oh fuck! Ah! So good! So fucking big!" you moaned loudly as you looked up at him biting your lip. He runs his hand through his hair pushing it out of his face as he looks down at where you are connected and he thrusts into you slowly. He reaches down and pinches your clit with his thumb and pointer finger lightly. You gasped softly and looked down at his hand, "Daddy! What are you doing?" You clenched around his cock and he gasps a little as he started to pick up the pace.

"Mmm your pussy is so pretty baby. Stretching out so good for my cock." he moans staring at your pussy.

"Just fuck me please." you whined and wiggled your hips. He grabs your throat again and squeezes it frowning at you. "Hey! Who's in charge here?"

"You daddy!" you whined loudly.

"Then let me take my time." he frowned.

"B-But you got to cum and I didn't yet." you whined starting to tear up.

"You wanna cum?! Huh?! You wanna cum?!" He started thrusting into you hard and fast as you moaned loudly nodding.

"Yes! Yes I wanna cum daddy!" you moaned louder as he thrusted into you faster. He reached underneath you and turned on the vibrating butt plug as it was right up against your spot in your ass and you moaned louder digging your nails into the back of your thighs. "Shit! Oh fuck! Yes! Yes!"

"You like that baby?! Huh? Tell me how much you love my cock?" he smirked and slapped your cheek grabbing your neck again.

"I love your cock so much! It's so fucking deep daddy!" you arched your back as he thrusted into you harder, rubbing your clit with his thumb. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna fucking cum! Rub my clit daddy!"

"Mmm thats it baby, cum on my cock." he smirked as he rubbed your clit faster, moving a little and angled himself to hit your spot as he pounded into you harder, his tip hitting your spot.

You pushed his hand away as you reached down rubbing your clit fast with two of your fingers as your legs started to shake, "I'm gonna squirt! I'm gonna fucking squirt!! Don't stop!" you moaned louder looking down at where you were connected and screamed loudly in pleasure as he pulled out of you smirking as you squirted all over your fingers and his lower stomach, rubbing your clit fast as you squirted. "Yes! Oh fuck yes!!" you stopped and looked down at your mess and he smirked sliding right back into you as you moaned. "Yes daddy! Make me squirt again!"

"Mmm cum with me baby." He thrusted into you hard and fast as you rubbed your clit fast again.

"I love your cock! Oh my god! I fucking love it!" you moaned louder and he started to pound into your spot hard.

"Mmm! Gonna cum with you baby!" his thrusts got sloppier as his cock twitched inside of you.

"Shit! I'm gonna cum!" he pounded into you spot as hard as he could as you rubbed your clit fast. "Im cumming!!" he pushes deep in of you cumming inside of you as your clenched around his cock squirting all over your fingers and his cock. You closed your eyes, getting too much pleasure, slowly going into sub-space. Bucky saw this happening and he rubbed the back of your thighs and waited for you to relax and come back. You finally calmed down and was breathing heavily as you opened your eyes looking at him.

"Did you come back to me?" he smiled.

"Y-Yes. Holy shit that was so good." you said softly nodding.

He kissed your head smiling, "Let's go shower. You did so good today baby."

"Thank you daddy." you giggled biting your lip.

...

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.....princess reader uhuh nice one but what about H manhwa/manga author reader who kept it as a secret job as she look innocent lol. What kind of reaction does her boyfriend would do.

(Goo would probably volunteer to do the reference pose lol.)

Lookism Men x Female! Reader (Adult Manhwa/Manga edition)

OMGGG XD THIS IS ACTUALLY A FUNNY IDEA LMAOOOO (and sorry I viewed this request late bc I fell asleep too early) Genre: smut/lemon🍋, slight crack🧨(comedy) Slight warning: cursing, mentions of sex, NSFW, penetration, h*nta*/mentions of adult manga/manhwa, dirty talking, sploshing (mentions of food), BDSM, mentions of n*dity, Goo and Ryuhei being a diva queen CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP! (reader is female)

Goo Kim/Kuroda Ryuhei/Sinu Han/Vin Ho Bin (Vin Jin)/Young Tom Lee/Gongseob Ji/Olly Wang

He'll tease you a lot tbh. Idk why but I feel like they'll be always reading h*nta* than watching real life p*rn (because he knows that in it's just acting so it really turns him off). So it's no surprise if they ever stumbled on your work xD.

Pretty sure that they already know that you're doing some kinky shit because you showed one of your innocent drawings to him so he just knows your artstyle. The difference is that it's just n*ked girls and boys. But he'll also get turned off if you draw something too weird (ehem Pico). But yeah if it's just normal and adult humans fucking, it will be a great win for him.

He'll probably show off your works to his friends with them name dropping you😭. "Hey guys better read this manga/manhwa it's so fucking good Y/N made it!". Then the others being the dumbasses that they are they will of course search about it and yes, you're pretty much screwed. "Y/N Did you do this?" his friend asked as you turned your attention to his phone and your face turned into a deep shade of red-

"WHA- NO NO NO I DIDN'T WHAT MADE YOU THINK SO?" you denied in panic as you can see the disappointment plastered on his/her face. "Well, it's because your boyfriend suggested to read it". he/she replied as you laughed at his/her statement. "Well, you know he's a joker sometimes. So why did you believe him?" you asked him/her, surprisingly he/she believed in your lies. "Oh, good point. Sorry." she/he apologized as you brushed it off. You'll definitely going to beat his ass when you got home.

"YOU MOTHER FUCKER WHAT DID YOU DO?!" you screeched at him while throwing your arms at him while he panics at your reaction. Despite your flies of punches at him it still doesn't hurt his body and he's in fact going to burst in laughter if it weren't for you acting like a baby (these mfs). "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" "YOU FUCKING EMBARRASSED ME INFRONT OF YOUR DUMBASS FRIENDS! GOOD THING I WAS ABLE TO LIE ABOUT IT!" "ABOUT WHAT?!". And yes the moment you asked him what are you ranting about, your mouth zipped shocked as he chuckled at your reaction. "Y/N, there's no need to be shy about it..." he teased you as his hands held your chin as you snatched it away. "About what?" "You drawing h*nta*" the moment he said that specific word your cheeks flushed again with that deep red color, confirming his "theories".

He will 100% insist and request you to be his ✨personal model✨. Now at first you don't know if he's just being an ass to you and want to share your income (which is half true lol), but he just finds the idea of it to be sexy. "Y/-" "No." you cut him off as he whines like a toddler when his mom doesn't buy his favorite toy. "Please, can I be your model?" "Jesus. First, you keep bugging me off. And second, you just want me to share my money!" you screamed at his face as you can see him pulling the puppy eye card. "C'mon baby, I think it's a great opportunity for us to have our own moment in the bedroom. And I'm pretty busy too and we rarely see each other. So it's a great time to share our moments in a great way~" he purred as he tickles your sides you being obviously being pissed off. But no matter how many times you tried to push them off, they'll never leave you alone. "Fine, let's go." "Wait wha- Really? YAY!!!" "Shut the fuck up before I change my mind."

They will 100% flex his big and long dick to you. Seriously you can't help but to stare at his pee pee poking his thin boxers and he'll tease you about it. "Babe, where are you looking at?" he smirked as you blushed and scolded him again. "SHUT UP JUST LAY DOWN SO I CAN TAKE A PICTURE OF YOU". And they enjoy wearing BDSM gear (like blindfolds, gags, ropes on their hand while his hard rock dick is out) with cat ears or sploshing especially with whipped cream or strawberries since it's easier to clean off since they're really lazy. But their poses are just so goofy sometimes that you don't know if you should be horny or laughing your ass out. "Why the fuck are you posing like that?" you chuckled as he poses his hands on his nape flexing his abs. "What do you mean? You don't find it hot?" he teased as you stated that he looks like a Walmart Ken but the 18+ version which he will get offended at lmao (especially Goo and Ryuhei since they're blondes xD) "SHUT UP I'M NOT WALMART KEN!" he screamed as you chuckled at his reaction, just obviously you teasing him back for your payback. "BUT YOU ARE!" "NO I'M NOT! BESIDES I'M HOTTER THAN HIM!".

You and him will fuck on the bed and use the sex toys and he'll definitely film it (with your permission of course) and post it on P*rnHub lmao (but your face will be blurred so don't worry about it, bastard). You and him will be a perfect match in hell jk heaven. He's your personal p*rn star while his girlfriend is a h*nta* artist. Now that's a lot of good money (don't worry he'll share it with you).

Samuel Seo/Jake Kim/Gun Park/James Lee or DG/Taesoo Ma/Jichang Kwak/Cheong Taejin/Yoojin/Young Gapryong Kim

Honestly, the half of them just don't care. The other is like a wild animal screeching and their "little pet" getting excited down there. Though he's not the type to read that kind of stuff and prefers real p*rn since he thought that it's just for horny weebs who can't get a partner😭(I'm roasting myself sorry).

Like he knows that there's a kinky little shit hiding in that sweet, innocent face. He just doesn't act on it because he's often controlling himself to not ruin that little pussy lmao. Besides he doesn't really care about your hobbies as long as it's not too weird.

But because of his friend being an asshole, he showed him your works and once again you got caught in 24K. "BRO READ THIS MANGA IT'S FUCKING GOOD!" "Isn't that hentai?" he raised his eyebrows as his friend's eyes sparkled even more. "But *insert account here* made it!" they're friend exclaimed as he's shocked to hear that YOU MADE the erotic comic. "Wait wha-" "Yeah they made it! You should give it a try." Their reaction and face looks like: 🤨📸 but inside they be like: 😩💦. Honestly he's also very horny he's just have that self control and besides he works a lot so he doesn't really have the time to fuck spend time with you. (especially Gun and DG since they're too busy with their gangster/idol life).

He'll also lowkey tease you about it just to get a reaction out of you. And he'll be laughing his ass off inside when you tried to deny it because, first: He often observes you when you're minding your own business. You think that he's just watching TikTok on his phone? Bitch no. He's secretly spying on you and he often sees you sketching/drawing and when he tries to take a look you often pull away so he knows you're drawing kinky stuff. "I didn't know you're that kind of person Y/N. I thought you're actually an innocent woman." He commented as he pulls out his phone with your drawings as you blushed feeling embarrassed. "I-I didn't draw that!' "But this artstyle looks familiar." he stated as it made you confused. How the hell does he knows about your artstyle? Oh right you have an Instagram account dedicated for your drawings that don't scream sus. "I-It's not of you're business anyways if I draw naked women with big boobas!" "So you actually drew this?" he asked again with a straight face but his voice has that hint of playfulness on it making you even humiliated. "BABE!"

He also doesn't mind if you asked him for a picture with him naked as long as you're just drawing the pose for the reference and not actually drawing him posing like that xD. Like the others, they would like dressing in BDSM gear with his hands tied on his back while making that sexy face A:LKJDSKL:JFLA:KH:LKDHF:KLDH:LKAHL: . Honestly they just make you horny without them even trying. He would also flex his dick to you tbh. And at first he's not really a big fan of sploshing since it can be a mess and he's often tired. But he'll get used to it and he's probably the type to pour chocolate syrup on his abs and asking you to lick it off for them (sheesh wtf is this kinky). "Are you looking at my dick?" he stated as he lies down on the bed, the veins of his member popping as you can already see the pre-cum building on his tip making your core wetter than before. "Shut up steroids' man." "It's all natural babe."

He wouldn't hesitate to pound his long and thick cock inside you in the middle of business (he's never been so worked up before). He also doesn't mind if you film it so you can have your reference pose as long as you don't pose it online (especially DG since he's an idol). But he still enjoy this kind of bonding time nonetheless.

[guesst]

MANHWA REC LIST PART 2

WAR OF THE PRINCESSES

i finished catching up to this like 2 minutes ago [EDIT: WROTE THAT THE DAY BEFORE YESTERDAYM NOW ITS 2 DAYS AGO] and i genuinely really liked this. for a manhua its amazing!! the plot is unique and keeps you guessing, the characters are entertaining and NOT cookie cutter cutouts of isekai tropes, theres been some interesting reveals and a lot of people in the comments were hating on ml but personally i found him super fun; hes very morally grey n has definite flaws but thats what makes him a good character to read about !! not to mention the main character herself is great. i hate that my bar for good manhwa/hwa characters has gone down to 'has more than 2 personality traits' but she is leaping over it for sure

PLEASE REPENT, YOUR GRACE!

i dont read yaoi i dont read bl. i have never ever read it . however the vibes were so strong that i had to go back and check the tags because.. if you read it... you will see. its so strong. it radiates. (all that aside i really like the relationship btn the mains i think its really fun. they may not be gay (????🤨🤨🤨🤔🤔) but its still highly enjoyable i love it)

THE BABY SAINT WANTS TO DESTROY THE WORLD!

ive read 2 chapters but i just think the 'evil character reincarmates into the pinnacle of goodness' trope is the funniest thing in the world. i have no clue if its going to be a generic collect the characters take over the world type of thing but i just think its funny and its the newest one ive read.

IT SEEMS I'VE TRANSMIGRATED SOMEWHERE

i have been waiting for aomethinf like this for SO LONG hahah the main character is so diddly darn confused the entire time cus in her past life shes read too much rofan etc and now cant figure out what novel shes trandmigrated into. regular manhwa reader fr,, anyway theres a strong case for second hand embarrassment in this one, especially in the first few chapters or so, but i genuinely really like this just cus its so self aware, it keeps poking fun at all the tropes and its a nice lighthearted read. also theres a decent amount of plot despite it all and OH I ALMOST FORGOT the male lead is an absolute 10 personalitywise i genuinely love him. hes here for drama and thats it its amazing. so yea id say tropey but Well Written super fun 👍👍👍

HIDING THE ARCHDUKE'S HUMILIATING HISTORY

i think this is the first manhwa ive read where the ml pisses himself in fear the first time he meets fl (theyre both children)(hes scared of something else not fl but still). anyway its nothing particularly unique but its pretty fun! its one of those novel isekai where mc reincarnates into a little kid and the structure makes it a sandwich which has been keeping me very invested. this isnt a very good advertisment but its a good way to pass the time i think. heres a nice reaction pic

SUSU, HAN

oh my god??? just binged this whole thign in one go. first of all ots complete, second of all i guess you can say tjis is a character study in manhwa form. there isnt a particular overarching antagomist, its the characters learning to grow and face their own personal issues. but its also a slice of life, and lighthearted family drama, and comedy. its not a rofan this time lol. also the sibling relationships in susu, han are so good !! and theres so many lovely platonic relationships too. i really really enjoyed it.

THE TALE OF GOLDILUCK, THE BLACK KITTEN

WHOLESOME !!! WHOLESOME WHOLESOME WHOLESOME absolutely adorable, centres around a black cat that gets adopted by a young noble in ancient? old? korea. so so cite, read to soothe your heart

olay ive hit the image limit again. would yall like more

[blueduplicity]

Lily of the valley

I tossed around the idea of posting this here instead of just leaving it on Ao3, but I wanna get used to posting my stuff here too, along with shorter/unedited drabbles.

Bear in mind, I was insanely high when I wrote this and edited it very little as a sort of challenge for myself. I apologize if it's awful, and I think this is the filthiest thing I've ever written so I'm sorry in advance for that as well LOL

CW: Roleplaying consensual non-consent. I know that seems scary, I promise it's not very intense. Dirty talk, light overstim, fem! reader, a second warning for the dirty talk.

Summary:

Really, it's not his fault that you hide your spare key in such an obvious place.

It's not his fault that you have the TV too loud, or that you didn't bother checking to make sure you were alone before stripping down to your pajamas, slinking around the house like you're begging to be toyed with.

So you can't be too mad when he lets himself in, when he loses control because how else is he supposed to handle you wearing nothing but a loose shirt and panties? He's just a man, after all.

It's okay, you're just lucky he got to you first, anyone else wouldn't be as nice.

“You can’t hide forever, baby.” That silken voice croons, far too close for comfort, taunting and even a little playful, like you’re just in the middle of a game of hide and seek. 

Kuroo is on the other side of the living room, with you wedged beside an overturned couch, hiding in the shadow of it as he wanders around, searching for you. 

Your hands are folded tightly over your mouth and nose, forcing yourself to breathe as slowly as possible. Your eyes are dry, and then blurry as they well up with tears, but you can’t blink, not even once, because you’re sure the moment you do is the moment he’ll see you. 

He kicks at an open door, the wood splintering as it tears away from the metal hinge attaching it to the wall. You clench your jaw as if that would keep you from crying out, a numbing fear coursing through your body with every pulse of your rapid heartbeat. 

“I just wanna play with you a little, don’t be shy.” He tries again, soft and almost pleading, sticky sweet like taffy pressed against the roof of your mouth. “I miss you, baby, you didn’t let me touch you for very long before running away. Where’s my brave little kitty?” 

Now he’s goading you, because even when he’s trying to be persuasive he can’t help but resort to mocking you, doesn’t have it in him to stay sweet for long when he could just try to get under your skin, make you lash out instead. 

His slow steps carry him across the room, peering through the curtains of the front window, scanning the yard to make sure nobody can see inside. It’s dark out, and it’s meant to rain, so he’s pleased to see that there’s no people loitering about the neighborhood. He wants to be sure that he doesn't get interrupted. 

“Maybe I should have knocked you out first, instead of trying to hug you.” He muses, fingertips tapping against the windowsill. “You’re faster than I thought, with quicker reflexes too. Don’t worry, honey, I won’t underestimate you again.” His smile is razor sharp, wicked in the window reflection. 

That smile widens when he catches a flash of your face in the same window, tucked into the corner of the couch he’d thrown aside in his pursuit of you earlier. 

“Oh, and you’re so smart, too.” He purrs, endlessly delighted as he’s turning on his heel to look in your direction. 

You can’t swallow your sob this time, scrambling away to the other side just as his fingers graze your arm. Kuroo begins climbing over the couch, eyes wild with anticipation, excitement because you’re only barely out of his reach and he’s missed you. 

You scream, skidding across lacquered flooring until your knees hit the ground at the base of the stairs to the second floor, half-climbing your way to the top. Once there, you drag the smaller bookshelf pressed into the wall down, letting it fall over to block part of the stairway. It won’t keep him down there for long, but you just need enough time to break line of sight so you can hide. Running isn’t an option, he has too much stamina, your only real chance is to remain hidden until you can call for help. 

Your footsteps are as light as you can make them, slinking down the hallway while you listen to the grunts of your pursuer, the sounds of books falling to the floor and tumbling down the stairs helping to disguise any errant steps you make.

You hide in a guestroom, closing the door as quietly and lightly as you can, and then you slip into the attached bathroom. You shut that door as well and fiddle with the lock, your fingers shaking and slightly numb at the tips, before cramming yourself into the space between the sink and the bathtub, drawing your legs tightly up to your chest.

He’s coming down the hallway, rapping his knuckles along the wall with little taps, searching for any glaring signs of your presence. 

“That wasn’t very nice, pretty.” He muses loudly, his voice weighed down with frustration, bitterly amused. “Aren’t you putting up too much of a fight? I’ll be real good to you, pinky promise.” 

He begins pushing lightly on any doors he walks by, just barely pressing in with his weight before moving on to the next one, still idly thinking aloud. “You were so sweet to me in the office earlier, wearing that pretty smile while you brought me a coffee. Have I told you that I love your lipstick, by the way?” He grins, allowing the husk of his voice to flow through when he drops his tone a little. “I can’t wait to see the color all over my cock, pretty girl.” 

Kuroo’s grin grows impossibly wider when, upon pressing onto the surface of one of the last rooms in the hall, the door creaks open, having not latched properly upon closing.

He flicks on the light, catlike eyes gleaming gold as they scan the room quickly. Pillows and sheets on the bed perfectly pristine, unruffled, the closet door pulled completely open and empty, no clothes for you to hide amongst. 

The shut bathroom door might as well be blinding with the way he immediately locks onto it like it's a beacon, striding over and leaning his weight into the cold wood. You hear it creak and shut your eyes, knowing that you’ve run out of time. 

“Well well, I wonder what could be here?” He murmurs, the tap, tap, tap of his fingers making you flinch in time with each one. “Is that my princess in there? My sweet girl? The love of my life?” His voice grows sickly sweet with each syllable, until he’s practically spitting sugar like venom with the way it morphs into something mocking. 

He slams the palm of his hand into the door, his lips stretched thin with the width of his smile when he hears you cry out from inside. 

“Let me in, baby, don’t make me fight for it.” He croons, as if the twisted sharpness of his voice moments prior was nothing but an illusion, something you misheard. “Come on, open up, please?”

His fist slams into the door again, rattling it. The taste of copper fills your mouth when you bite into your lip, adrenaline buzzing like cotton in your head, thick as a blanket.

He doesn’t stop. Kicking at and ramming his shoulder into the patterned wood until it cracks, the hinges straining against his strength, all the while he keeps talking to you, just as sweet as honey coating your tongue. 

“Can’t wait to be inside you, pretty. You’re gonna be so tight, jus’ wanna watch you stretch around my cock.”

Another rattle, your breath is cement in your lungs. 

“Do I fuck your throat before or after cumming inside your cunt? What do you think, baby? Wanna clean me off? Or do you wanna get me ready?”

He grunts then, his voice pitched low and ragged, frustration bleeding through the thinly gilded timbre. “Open the fucking door!” 

One, two, three more times he hits it, and then nothing, silence. You can see his shadow stretching across the bathroom floor, but he hasn’t moved, he’s eerily still. 

Your whole body goes numb when you see the handle begin to turn, so slowly that you have to blink several times to be sure that’s what you’re seeing. 

There’s no room for doubt when it begins to open, a grinning face waiting in the crack. “Fast, smart, but clumsy.” He sighs, clicks his tongue sympathetically, pushing the door completely open and stepping fully into the bathroom, his eyes smiling more than his mouth at the sight of you, cowering on the floor. 

“Now, now. That can’t be comfy.” He reaches for you, and you bolt, but his arm snaps around your waist and drags you against his chest, though you kick and scream and try to claw at him until he releases you, he doesn’t. His grip is like iron, hands lifting you by your hips, ignoring the way you thrash in his hold before he plops you onto the counter. 

His hips force your thighs apart as he wedges himself between them, ducking down to press his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling slowly. “Got you.” He breathes, sounding almost reverent despite the filthy way he’s been talking to you since he broke into your home.

His hands squeeze your hips, fingers pressing tight into the soft plush he finds there, but then his shoulders begin to shake, his body quivering as it bows over yours until your back is against the mirror. 

He’s laughing. 

“I can’t believe you forgot to lock the door!” He gasps, biting his lip to try and stifle the bubble of giggles that threaten to break free. 

You groan. “You have no self control, do you?” 

His hands find their way to the back of your head, cradling you gently as he tips your face up for a kiss, peppering your lips with his own until you’re smiling and easing into him. “Never.” He admits easily, then the kisses slow, each one longer than the last, lingering until your hands are fisted in his shirt and your legs are wrapping around his waist.

“This isn’t part of the game.” You murmur into his mouth, lips parting as he licks into you with a soft, indulgent noise, his hips rolling as heat begins to build once more at the base of his spine. 

“Need to check in.” He replies, softer than a whisper. “Color? Tell me you’re okay.” 

Your body melts, all soft and silken as you lean into him, molten beneath his touch. “I’m okay, Tetsurou.” You breathe, the tip of your tongue tracing his bottom lip. “Wanna keep going, I’m green, you’ve got me.” 

He relaxes, nodding as he steals one more kiss. “I’ve got you.” He agrees, letting his forehead rest against yours for a beat. 

You reach up to ghost your fingers along his jaw, swirling down to circle the hollow of his throat. “Are you okay?” You ask, gently. “If you’re uncomfortable with this, it’s alright for us to stop. My comfort isn’t the only comfort that matters.” 

Kuroo smiles and tucks his chin down so he can kiss the tip of your index finger. “I’m okay.” He assures you, leaning back and rolling his left shoulder twice, eyes shut in an expression that is far too relaxed for the situation. 

A few minutes pass, giving you both time to come out of the sweet, sappy haze that had fallen over you. The energy and momentum die, a little, but you feel better for it, a safe spot in the middle of your first scene. 

He lifts your hips up, just a little, rolling them in slow circles so he can grind his cock against your clothed slit, letting out a heavy exhale as if breathing out all of his saccharine feelings, leaving only the lust and the thrill of your chase. When his eyes open, he smiles, but it’s too crooked, twisted at the corners in something almost closer to a snarl. 

“I don’t know why you were being so difficult, baby.” He murmurs, bringing you up harder against him, the cold marble countertop digging into your lower back as he pushes you roughly into it, honey calcite eyes brightening with something wild. “Just wanted to fuck you a little, s’what you get for wearing such a cute outfit to my office.” 

‘It was just my uniform!” You want to say, but then his hands are sliding beneath the hem of your top, shoving the material up over your breasts. 

He brushes his lips along your collar bones, taking his time as he kisses his way down your chest, fingers following the arch of your spine from base to the top, then back down to pluck at the clasp keeping your bra on. “You’re so soft.” He breathes, his kisses growing hotter and messier the more skin he uncovers, pulling your shirt off completely and then letting your bra fall to the ground. You try to close your legs after he pulls away, but he pries them apart with eager hands, slotting himself between them easily once more. 

“Ah-ah, bad girl.” He scolds you lightly, pressing the pads of his fingers into your cunt, feeling the way the cloth sticks to your slick folds. “Look at you, so excited. I can’t believe you tried to pretend you didn’t want me.” 

You grit your teeth, turning your face away so you won’t have to look at him, the faces he’s making, but that only exposes more of your neck to him, a smooth expanse of skin that he’s just as eager to tend to instead, teeth scraping over your pulse to make you arch into him. 

“Atta girl.” His praise is slightly muffled as he kisses and sucks bruises into your throat, one hand splayed wide over your lower back to encourage you to grind against him, the heavy swell of his cock catching on your clit and making you cry out. 

He repeats that motion, again and again, rutting his hips into you until his breaths stutter and he has to lean on the sink as well, his weight keeping you pinned beneath him. 

“Gotta be inside you.” He rasps, strained, like his voice is too thick for his throat. “What a good girl you are, all dressed up for me.” 

He snaps the waistband of your panties against your skin, a telling grin on his face that is too sharp to be genuine. His control is fading rapidly, the remnants of his ego melting as the desire to fuck you grows. He’s not gentle when he yanks them down your legs, grunting about how lucky you are that he’s too considerate to just rip them off before he’s standing back up and gripping your thighs tightly, pressing them over his hips. 

“Take my cock out, baby, want you to grind yourself against it until it’s wet enough to fuck you.” 

You don’t move, frozen in place while he shamelessly grinds against you, and his sly smile widens. Wordlessly, he takes one of your hands and presses it to the hard outline of his cock, wrapping your fingers around it through the thin material of his slacks and fucking into them, letting his head fall back as his abdomen tightens up. 

Even just that feels good, you have him so fucking pent up from having to chase you around just to touch you. 

“Take it out.” He repeats, the warning heavy in his words. 

You swallow against the sand in your throat, your palm flexing in his grip before he removes it, watching you with slightly narrowed eyes. Your fingers tremble as they undo his pants, pulling the zipper down slowly. Too slowly, he hisses impatiently and bucks into you, you feel the way his boxers stick to his skin, just as sticky as you. There’s a taunt on your tongue, but you swallow it, stretching out his waistband so you can reach in to wrap your fingers around the head. 

The noise he lets out is sinful, eager hands cupping the back of your head and bringing you in for a kiss, your teeth clicking together in his rush to be closer to you. You pull him out fully, the ring of your fingers tight as you stroke down the length of him, smearing the pearlescent fluid beading at the tip over as much of him as you can. 

He catches your wrist, tsking softly. “Not like that, baby. You know what I said.” 

His mouth muffles your answering whine, tongue prying your lips apart while you guide his cock to your dripping cunt, feeling embarrassment bubble between your ribs at how easy the glide of your slick folds makes him. You squeeze the tip of it to hold him in place, feeling his body buck into the tight press of your fist, instinctively trying to fuck into it. 

But the molten heat between your thighs is even better, and it quickly becomes more about your pleasure than getting his cock wet. Your brows are furrowed in concentration, lashes fluttering as you struggle to keep your eyes open, to watch as you rub yourself against him, the way he pulses in your hand and glimmers with your slick. 

He loves that look on your face, frustrated and yearning all at once, you don’t even realize how hungry you look for more of him. 

“That’s enough, sorry baby this is gonna sting, can’t wait anymore.” His voice is gritted, like he’s speaking with gravel in his throat, but despite his words Kuroo is gentle when he presses the head of his cock into you, knocking your hand away so he can take you by the hips and hold you steady. 

The first couple of inches already feel like too much. You’re too tight around him, like stretched velvet that threatens to suck him in further with every twitch. He groans, clenches his jaw, tries to hold himself back from slamming into you and fucking you into the counter. Usually he’d prep you, stretch you out, but that chase got to him more than he expected it would and he needs to be inside of you now. 

When he finally bottoms out, he feels like he’s going to pass out, his hand hurriedly wrapping around the base of his cock so he doesn’t spill too soon, refusing to let this end before he’s gotten to the best part of the scene. 

“Greedy thing, sucking me in like that.” He murmurs, free hand cupping your chin to tip your face up, your eyes dewy and soft when you meet his gaze. “Ran so hard just to take my cock so eagerly, should have just let me bend you over that couch from the start.” 

You shiver, pussy tightening at the thought of him ravaging you like that, bent over a fallen cushion while he fucks into you no matter how hard you try to struggle. Your voice thickens in your throat, a heady whine slipping free as you squirm, unable to stay still as your body screams for more, for him to move. 

He laughs, a little breathless, finally thrusting slowly into you, barely able to pull out far enough to push back in with how tightly you squeeze him. “You can’t even pretend that you don’t want it, should I fuck you harder so you cry? It’d be more convincing then.” 

Your nails dig into his shoulders, raking down until there are vivid streaks of color trailing down his arms, blood dotting along the thin lines. His grin turns a little feral, and his hips buck outside of his control, the steady pace ruined. 

He thrusts harder then, relishing in the way you cry out at the unexpected shift in rhythm, the slap of his skin on yours echoing louder than it should in the bathroom. It takes a minute of him carefully moving you around, lifting your hips up and pressing forward until the head of his cock rams into a spongy spot inside your cunt that makes you scream. 

You claw at his back helplessly, legs locked like steel around his waist as you arch into him, the curve of your spine calling for his hand to press into it, forcing your back to bow a little more. 

“Sl–ow down!” You whimper, a little lightheaded at the abrupt surge of pleasure, far more intense than you had expected. 

Kuroo laughs, an ugly sound that’s almost manic, his other hand dipping into the sliver ot space between your bodies, eager fingers finding your clit and rubbing with tight little circles that make you tremble. “Slow down?” He pants, more breathless laughter following shortly after. “No, no baby, you don’t get it slow. You’re gonna take it exactly how I wanna give it, okay?” 

You whine, any attempt at a retort dying in your throat when he deviates from his rhythm once more, only pulling out halfway before shoving himself back in so your voice hiccups on whatever words had tried to come out. 

“Nod for me, baby, show me that you understand me, tell me that you’re gonna take my cock like a good girl for me.” He grits his teeth, eyes screwed shut as he fights off the creeping, cloying sweetness of his orgasm. “Fuck, say it, now.” It’s a plea disguised as a command, his body trembling as he leans over you, sweat rolling down the sides of his face, a tendon in his jaw popping. 

You bite your lip, shaking your head violently until it nearly smacks into the mirror with how hard he fucks into you as a response, an angry growl spilled against your clavicle. 

The heel of his palm grinds against your clit, fingers splayed wide over your abdomen to help keep you pressed into the sink, ensuring that you don’t move even an inch while he drills into the messy heat of your cunt, over and over as his voice pitches higher, wanton and wholly uncaring of how loud he’s becoming. 

“So fucking good.” He whimpers, a little slurred, drunk off of how good you make him feel. “Cum for me, baby, gonna make you cum whether you want it or not.” 

That makes you tighten up, the muscles in your body clenching as a wave of arousal ripples through your lower belly. He grins, stuttering out a laugh as he presses his mouth to the hollow of your throat, his voice vibrating against your skin.

“Want me to? Want me to force an orgasm outta you? Try to stop it, then. Keep yourself from cumming, let me take it from you.” 

Your eyes roll back, lips parting on a ragged moan that makes him throb painfully inside the hot clench of your sex, a curse falling from the depths of his voice box that’s too raw to be anything but anguished. 

“Fuck, fuck, get so tight when I talk like that, want more?” Kuroo’s barely keeping it together, he’s just seconds from completely coming undone, but he has no intentions of stopping, not until you’re satisfied. Even if it kills him. 

You press your lips tight together to stop the needy whine of ‘more!’ from slipping through, your legs twitching against his sides as you try to keep yourself from snapping, trying to keep yourself from falling over the edge. Your teeth are gritted so hard that your jaw aches, muffling the desperate noises that want so badly to crawl up your throat and fill your mouth with sweetness. 

There’s no warning when he cums, you were so focused on halting your own orgasm that the telltale twitching of his cock, the bruising way he clutched at your hips, the familiar peaked pitch of his voice was lost on you. He crushes you to his chest, peeling your sticky skin away from the mirror while he lifts you up completely, forcing you off and onto his cock in short, quick thrusts that have him gasping for air and you seconds from falling over the edge yourself. 

You expect to have a break when he inevitably slows, when he pulls out of you to avoid overstimulating himself, but he doesn’t stop. He does set you back on the sink, his palms flat on the marble by your hips, but he doesn’t slow even a little. 

“Tetsu–rou!” You cry, your chest heaving because it feels like you can’t get enough air. You’re wound up too tightly, and he’s so hot inside of you, his voice is ragged in your ears as he whimpers and whines while fucking you through the sensitivity. 

“Cum for me.” He demands, low like gravel, as if he’d gargled a shot of whisky and smoke. “I’m going to make you cum, be good and take it, yeah?”

You don’t have the voice to reply, a silent scream fills your mouth when the building pressure at the base of your spine snaps. He moans with you when you squeeze around him, too hot and slick and it’s agonizing with how good it feels when you flutter around his cock, even though it nearly hurts he can’t help riding it with you, half-hard and raw he fucks his own cum back into you before it can seep out.

When the ringing in your ears stops and the white distortion in your vision fades, you’re slumped forward in Kuroo’s arms, your face tucked against his neck while he carries you out of the bathroom and down the hallway. You whine softly, pressing sleepy kisses along his jawline until the low rumble of his laughter warms you. 

“Just a minute, sweetheart.” He murmurs, turning his head to place a chaste kiss to your shoulder. He’s tucked himself away but left you naked in his arms, though you realize once he has you sprawled on the bed that it’s so he can put you in clean, comfy clothes. 

“Want one of my shirts?” He asks, rummaging through his side of the dresser. 

You hum, rolling over onto your side so you can keep him in your field of vision. “Yes, please.” 

He chuckles. “How sweet, you’re so docile now.” 

“Don’t jinx it.” You sit back up slowly when he approaches you, loose red shirt in hand. You allow him to help you put it on, along with a clean pair of panties, and then he’s crawling into the bed with you after shedding his work clothes, arms finding home around the curve of your hips.

His forehead touches yours. “I love you.” He whispers. 

You tilt your face up, the tip of your nose brushing against his, back and forth. “I love you too.”

His hands rub wide, soothing circles into your lower back, as if already anticipating the soreness that will be present when you wake up tomorrow. “I’ll clean up later, okay?” He kisses you sweetly on the mouth. “Get some rest, you’re gonna be in a lot of pain when you wake up.” 

You snuggle closer, rubbing your thighs together to savor the ache lying between them. “Worth it.” 

His laughter is soft and adoring, the warmth of him all encompassing as you sink into his embrace. Kuroo tries to coddle you after scenes like this, but he knows as well as you do that you’ll wake up with him to clean up later. The couch has to be righted, you have to pick up all of your books, and the trail of clothes that you left in the bathroom will need to go in the laundry. 

But right now, your partner is loving all over you, whispering his adoration and admiration into your skin between kisses, thanking you for playing along with him and praising you for taking him so well. You drift off sore but sated, feeling cherished and secure.

Safe. 

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So...yeah. Hope that wasn't too crazy, need some water? Check in, make sure you're good, stuff like this can sometimes be a bit much for people and it's important to make sure you're comfortable.

[russobaby]

Unexpected Revelations

Billy Russo x Unnamed Female OC 

Warnings: Angsty & Fluffy; Fade to black; Fertility talks

Author’s Note: 2.5k Words; Minimal editing lol; First full length piece I’ve written for Billy Russo; This is just something small that took me forever to finish. Feedback always welcome (be nice pls i’m very sensitive) or any suggestions or prompts you’d like me to tackle!

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The silence on the car ride home was unsettling. Neither dared to speak the first word out of fear of further escalating the argument . Of all the things they could possibly disagree on this was by far the last thing she expected. She huffs out a breath as she stares out the window reminiscing on the last year of their relationship and where she could have missed the signs.

Thinking back to the conversation earlier that started all of this, she can’t help but feel a sense of dread at where their relationship might be headed. 

They had just had a late dinner with Frank and Karen. With the perfect mood lighting and the intimacy of the booth they shared, the happy couple had just announced they were expecting and the four of them were riding that excitement high. In no uncertain terms she and Billy were first in line for the title of godparents. 

“Oh goodness this is so exciting, so many baby preparations to make!” Karen beamed at them all. You couldn’t be happier for the pair. When you first met Billy he shared his worries for Frank, that he might never allow himself a chance at happiness again after losing Maria and the kids. This news made them proud of all the growth Frank had experienced with Karen’s unconditional support. Everything was going well until Frank led the conversation somewhere she was afraid they wouldn’t recover from. 

“You know it would be nice for this little Castle to have a bud to grow up with him,” a tell-tale smirk on his face “What about you two, when’s a mini Russo coming along?”

Both her and Billy couldn’t help but steal a knowing glance at each other.

“Soon-”

“Never-”

She damn near gave herself whiplash when she turned to look at him, and Billy wore the same perplexed look. Frank and Karen could only stare mouths slightly ajar, noting the tension rapidly thickening until Billy finally spoke up.

“I’m sorry, what do you mean by never?” He was a bit offended at how appalled she seemed to be at the idea of having kids with him. Meanwhile her mind was running a mile a minute trying to figure out the best way to navigate this conversation, in public…in front of their closest friends. 

“I just never thought about that being an option for us.” She slowly brings her hands closer to her fidgeting with the cloth napkin beside her plate. 

“Not an option? I’ve told you you’re it for me, how do you get ‘not an option’ from that?”

“Maybe this isn’t a conversation we should be having right now Bill.” The finality in her tone only frustrates him more and he can't stop himself from egging it on. 

“So you want kids just not with me?” A wounded expression surfaces on his face.

“What? No, that's not what I said!”

“Bill, don’t push it, I’m sorry I asked-” Frank and Karen are slowly growing more concerned.

“It’s fine Frankie, how would I have known otherwise that my girlfriend doesn’t see me as parental material.” 

She knew he was hurt and that he wasn’t thinking before speaking but his words stung no less. 

“You know that’s not true, you're putting words in my mouth.” This was not how she wanted to end their night, “Can we please just talk about this at home.” She pleaded with him. 

The rest of their dinner fell into an uncomfortable silence. Frank and Karen kept exchanging worried glances while you and Billy avoided looking at each other. Thankfully they were in the middle of dessert so there wasn’t much after paying the bill and bidding goodnight to the other couple. 

Now here they found themselves, in a tension so thick it was suffocating. She had no idea how she was going to make him see her decision had nothing to do with him and everything to do with her. 

Walking into their home she falls into step behind him tossing her stuff at the entryway table. She hears him ruffling through the kitchen so she makes her way toward it with very careful steps. She was afraid of what this conversation would mean for them. His back is to her as he stands stoically just staring at the open beer right in front of him. She could use some liquid courage herself. 

“Are we going to talk about this?” Her voice is barely above a whisper. 

“What is there left to say?”

“I’d like to think there’s a lot left to say.” She can’t help but quip back.

“You’ve made your feelings about a family with me pretty clear.” 

“Have I or are you just projecting and trying to make me the villain?” 

Now she was getting mad. It was one thing to be hurt, it was another to insinuate she thought so lowly of him. After the time they’d spent together she’d hoped he knew her better than that. 

“You haven’t even let me explain a thing.” 

He finally spins around to face her.

“You said you didn’t see that being an option for us. For us.” His scoff is harsh. “That implies you don’t see a family with me.” 

“Well what else was I supposed to think Billy, you’ve never talked about wanting children and the way you respond to anything regarding your childhood never leads me to believe it’s something you’re interested in.”

“Wouldn’t you think that because of the way I was raised I’d want a chance to prove I could do better?”

“How could I, you’ve never initiated any conversation about parenthood! Why should it fall on me to do so?”

“So you just assumed I wouldn’t want to be a father from that?” 

An incredulous laugh slips out of her. Logically, what else was one supposed to assume from that?

“Well have you ever considered that maybe I’m the one that doesn’t want to be a mother?”

She hadn’t vocalized this to many people and even the few she’d never admitted it with such finality. That one sentence stunned them both. Finding a life partner is hard enough but finding someone who shares the same feelings regarding parenthood is even harder. She thought it had finally all worked out with Billy. He knew the true ugliness of the world and she was sure he shared her opinion on the matter. The world they lived in was no place for a new life, not one who may or may not even have a livable planet or the most despicable people leading it. 

Her confession hangs heavy between them and she finally sees the harshness in his expression soften. 

“Were you ever gonna talk to me ‘bout this?”

“I’ve never known how to bring it up.” She sighs, “It’s not exactly an easy or ideal topic of conversation.”

“I get that but c'mon, we’re supposed to be a partnership here.” He can’t keep the frustration out of his tone. “We’re supposed to be able to tell each other anything.”

“I just-” she starts “My whole life that’s the one thing everyone has just always expected of me as a woman.” 

As she crosses her arms Billy can’t help but notice her shrink further into herself backed into the counter as far from him as she can be. He could physically see the weight such an admission held. 

“There have been so many instances where I’ve confided my feelings to people and all I get is ‘You can always change your mind’ or ‘That’s such a big decision to make so young’, like at what point in my life is it acceptable to make this decision?” Her own frustration grows. 

“When it’s made for me? When it’s too late but then everybody assumes I have this massive regret? There’s just no winning and quite frankly I’m so over the emotional toll these conversations take and the unnecessary guilt for not adhering to some archaic gender expectation.”

She had been called every possible thing whenever she told people she wasn’t sure about kids. People called her ungrateful for having the ability when so many women wish they could. Others would say it was selfish to choose herself and her body. She knew Billy would never, but after being on the receiving end of these comments from people she thought she could confide in, some small part in her brain was always on guard. 

He can see all her emotional walls going up at the possibility of him rejecting her for this, which is a laughable thought to him. There were very few things she could do that would drive him to do something like that. This was most definitely not one of those things.

A highlight of having spent such a long time together was knowing when her distress called for a certain response from him. Clearly this was a moment that required comfort and despite his feelings about her omission, there was no way he would ever deny her what she needed. So with very careful steps Billy approaches, gently wrapping his arms around her. 

Letting herself fall into the embrace was too easy but she wasn’t going to beat herself up for caving so quickly, not when 30 minutes ago she was dreading the direction this relationship was heading in. 

“I won’t say I’m not upset you kept this from me.” He sighs, “But I get it.” 

He really did understand, he knew about her insecurities regarding her relationship with family and feeling like an outcast for not following the same paths as them. He would never imagine throwing them in her face. 

“I’m sorry for assuming, there’s no way you could’ve known without me sharing and considering I do see us spending our lives together I should’ve communicated that from the beginning.” Neither of them could understand how they’d gone so long without this topic of conversation even coming up.

“No, I’m sorry for blowing up.” Guilt creeps into his voice. “You were right I was projecting and the last thing I want you to feel like is a villain when it comes to decisions that affect you as a whole.”

A new guilty feeling begins to settle in her. 

“I don’t want you to have to choose between your desire for a family and me.” As much as it pained her she could never take that opportunity away from him and she loved him too much to do so. She was sure of her choice and in the same way she wouldn’t let anybody take it from her; she wasn’t going to take it from him.

This prompts a whole new fear in him. 

“Now hold on, before you go making any self sacrificing rash move I need you to listen closely.” He cradles her face close to his in hopes she fully grasps what he’s about to say. 

Before he can get a word in she cuts him off.

“Billy, don't make this decision because of me, please really think about what you’re going to say because I can’t bear you hating me in the future.”

“Would you just listen to me?” He huffs.

“Sorry.” She averts her eyes.

“Look at me.” He waits for her to bring her gaze back to his. “If it comes down to having to choose to spend my life with you versus anything else, I will always choose you .” The certainty in his voice sends a chill down her spine and her subtle shiver makes him smile. She presses her body closer to his which queues a shiver of his own.

It was like a movie montage of their entire relationship played back in her mind. Meeting for the first time at the coffee shop down the street from her old apartment, gushing to Karen about the craziness of having a meet-cute, Billy charming the hell out of her on their first date that it felt too good to be true. Maybe in the back of her brain she was always just waiting for the other shoe to drop and of course Billy being an absolute dream was reassuring her in all the right ways. 

They stand there in silence simply holding each other for several minutes. Finally, he breaks the silence.

“I need to know you understand what I mean when I say that.” He caresses her face.

She leans into the touch basking in all the love he so freely gave her. Billy never failed to make her feel like the center of his universe, and she appreciated it so much. To be loved so openly and unconditionally felt so good. To have someone understand her so wholly and be so secure in what she has with someone.

“I do…I think”

“No, none of that think shit, I need to hear you say you understand.” His demand is subsided by the soft sway of his thumb against her cheek and she can’t help the light giggle that spills out.

“Yes Billy, I understand.”  

He sighs in contentment leaning down to kiss her, equal parts passionate and languid trying to convey as much of his love as he could into it. Whenever he kissed her like that she felt ready and willing to give him anything he asked, too hypnotized by the buzz running through her body to refuse him. She can’t help throwing her arms around him, pressing herself as close as physically possible.  

Pulling away he pushes a strand that loosened back behind her ear. Her eyes remain closed and she pushes her body upwards chasing his lips not wanting a single inch of space between them. 

“Slow down baby,” he laughs. “Look at me.”

She was already dizzy on his love and the dominant tone in his demand makes her gasp softly sending an electric current down her body. Looking up at him with a mix of adoration and ready compliance in her eyes has him groaning and leaning down to kiss her again, only rougher and all consuming this time. Her arms wrap around his neck while his hands roam up and down her body. Their desperation for each other grows by the second and her need has her pulling him to the bedroom not separating for even an intake of breath. 

If Billy wasn’t too distracted with wanting to rip every article of clothing off her he’d laugh at her attempts and urgency to drag his body all the way to bed. Of course he humors her and would never admit to letting himself be tugged along so easily. He only pauses to avoid crushing her when she pulls him onto the mattress. He takes this moment to let his eyes run over her, a blush fills her cheeks at this attention.

“I love you baby, you know that right?” 

Her hand comes up to cup the side of his face and he turns to press a kiss to her palm.

“I love you too Billy.” A happy sigh spills out of her, “So damn much.”