#bit of sugary cooking smut

[redroomroaving]

A simple meal: Rolan x Geraldus (Explicit)

Geraldus cooks Rolan dinner despite Rolan's best efforts.

Another sugary lil smut one shot spun off from 'The Harper and the Tower'

[charmercharm3r]

hershey kisses

LFX

7/8 of the Sleepwear Series

Masterlist

wc: 4.3k

Synopsis: Sugar, spice, and everything nice. And a little salty.

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, sub!Felix x softdom fem!reader, alcohol consumption, they're both tipsy but not drunk and everything is consensual!!, unprotected sex (wrap it up), oral (m receiving), lots and lots of kisses! (literally used the word 17 times I counted), overstimulation, creampie, very lovey dovey until it isn't

No, you weren’t surprised when you came home to the smell of warm chocolate filling your apartment, though you never got tired of it– Felix had a habit of forgetting to crack a window whenever he was baking. What caught you off guard was the bottles of alcohol taking up space on your kitchen counter. There were tall bottles, short ones, cans of foreign drinks you had no idea what they were. That with the big mixing bowl filled with something chocolatey, you were as confused as ever.

“Hi baby!” He cheered excitedly, beaming a bright smile and waving with enthusiasm. You greeted him back, lightly jogging to where he stood in the kitchen and giving him a kiss.

Licking your lips, you could taste the faint traces of alcohol, looking around to see what he was having. “Without me? You’re having your own party,” you joked, kissing him one more time. Felix chased after you when you pulled away and whined for more, which you couldn’t ever refuse.

“‘M making chocolate whiskey. Had to test run the drinks before putting it in,” Felix went back to mixing the bowl as you found the open bottle of whiskey nearby, lifting it to your nose and cringing back at the smell. 

Finding a clean spoon, you dipped it into the bowl and tasted his concoction. The taste of the alcohol overpowered the chocolate by a mile, “baby, you’re not supposed to be getting drunk off chocolate whiskey.” You tossed it into the sink and grabbed two clean glasses instead, opening the new bottle of rum that sat nearby. There were litters of chocolate packets in addition to whatever other ingredients he’d bought.

“I just thought the more, the better.” Felix opened his mouth for you to put a piece of chocolate on his tongue, drinking it down with a sip of the young rum. He chewed it for a few seconds before his eyes went wide and let out a pleasantly surprised, “mmm!”

You laughed as he opened his mouth for more and cleared a space on the counter so you could sit to watch him. It didn’t take much for either of you to start feeling the effects of the alcohol, the combination of it with the sugary chocolate was addicting. By the time the chocolate whiskey was ready to be chilled, you and Felix were a giggly, tipsy mess. He may have left the bowl in the fridge for a bit too long because he was glued standing between your legs, letting you feed him a piece, kiss his lips, then take another sip. It was tough for him to scoop out of the bowl so you could help him in rolling into a ball, they were almost solid.

It was a nice moment to share, him laughing at anything and everything you said as he attempted to dig the chocolate out of the bowl, still standing so close that your legs brushed his torso. Common was that when the two of you were home together, rarely were you ever not touching one another in some way. Though, it wasn’t always like that. Perhaps his need for skinship rubbed off on you to the point that you don’t remember a time where you hated his invasion of personal space. Your bubble is his bubble.

Eventually, you both grew tired of his little cooking project and decided to let it sit to thaw. Without missing a beat, Felix enticed you into sitting on the floor of your shared living room with the seemingly endless bags of chocolate and a few more bottles of alcohol. The two of you were testing how the different liquors tasted with the sweets.

His back was against the couch and legs spread for you to sit cross legged between them. Felix mindlessly traced patterns on the tops of your knees, watching intently the dainty way your fingers unwrapped the chocolate and made its way into your mouth. He didn’t seem to notice his tongue poking out and licking across his bottom lip. It was cute, you couldn’t help but poke his tongue back into his mouth, though it didn’t make him stop staring.

Felix was never afraid of eye contact, in fact it’s why you were attracted to him in the first place. He made you feel seen, like he was always listening to whatever you had to say. Even if the things you said didn’t make sense, he contributed to it and always played along, like now.

“Do you ever get tired of drinking alone with me?” You didn’t think as you asked the question, taking a small sip of rum. Felix had stolen the bottle from you, rapidly shaking his head, no.

“Never. It’s more fun when it’s just us. Why do you ask?” He bent his knees, encasing you between his legs like a makeshift shield.

“Just ‘cause… I worry sometimes.” Shrugging and popping another sweet into your mouth, you didn’t raise your head to meet his eyes.

“That I’m not enjoying myself?” Felix held your chin between his thumb and forefinger and brought your face up. The slight fall of your shoulders made him coo, “oh, baby. You know I’d rather drink warm alcohol with you than be overstimulated in a loud, crowded bar with overpriced drinks any day of the week.”

Wise choice of his words, your ears perked, “overstimulated, you say?” You looked at him now and wiggled your eyebrows. Felix’s laughter echoed throughout the room as he dazedly fell forward into your arms, swaying the two of you back and forth. He was incredibly warm, that boy could’ve baked cookies on his abs if he laid out in the sun long enough. 

“But seriously, babe,” he nuzzled into your neck, placing soft, uncalculated kisses, “I could never get tired of being with you. Besides! We’re the fun ones.” His hands slipped down to your ass, cupping handfuls to pull you flush against his chest and crotches pressed together. No matter how small the action, you could feel the slight twitch in his pants.

You shifted to straddle him more comfortably and thread your fingers through his hair. “See, I know that you’re right but I still feel like I’m keeping you from hanging out with your friends.” The change in mood had him looking at you in the eyes, particularly sad about the pout on your lips.

“Why do you think that?” Felix brushed stray hair from your face, keeping your cheek in his palm and the other firmly on your ass.

“I dunno, guess it’s just lingering insecurities. Most guys use it as an excuse to break up with their partners, ya know.” Your tone wasn’t accusing, but rather matter of factly.

“Don’t you know by now I’m not like most guys?” raising an eyebrow at you, Felix smirked.

“Mhm, poetic and cringey. Gimme kiss.”

He caved without another thought and melted against your lips, tongue tasting like chocolate and alcohol and love. He loves kissing more than anything else, claiming it makes him feel so close to you. He’d do it anywhere, anytime and all you had to do was ask. It made him get a little dumb sometimes and get a bit too lost in the plush of your lips.

Though, he pulled away before that could happen, “was that sarcasm?” You raised an eyebrow. “I can be poetic, forreal.”

“I never said you couldn’t,” you laughed.

“Listen, listen,” Felix let go of you for a second to suck on another piece of chocolate, letting it melt. “Kiss me once,” the tone of his voice was as soft and deep as it’d go, he pecked your cheek, “and kiss me twice,” on the other side, “then kiss me once again.” Goosebumps covered your skin as the bass-like vibrations of his words drifted through you like a melody, pressing his lips to yours once more and immediately followed by the chocolate flavor. His tongue coated yours with the sugary treat and you felt hungrier than you’d had all day. Though, with the flush on his cheeks and gentle way he kissed you, Felix looked more than fit to eat.

Keeping you tight against him, his hands tangled themselves into your hair as he broke away to speak again breathlessly, “it’s been a long, looong time.” He took his time to say the words, smooth, sultry, dragging out each syllable. “Haven’t felt,” peck, “like this, my dear,” smooch, “since can’t remember when. It’s been a,” nuzzle, “long,” caress, “looong,” kiss, “time,” and a deep, gasping lock of your lips together. Everything felt like it was happening in slow motion, yet all too fast. The effects of the alcohol were blanketing both your already intensely present arousal and desire to make the two of you a needy, desperate mess, grasping and groping one another as if either of you’d disappear at any second.

As you grind harder into him, Felix’s hips cant up and he can’t help but moan into your mouth. The fondness that fueled you was the same thing that caused you to pull away and say, “that sounds a lot like a song I know.”

“Nope, came straight from my humongous brain.”

“If your name is Louis Armstrong, then yeah, I believe you.” He gripped the undersides of your thighs and lifted you off the floor, headed for your shared bedroom.

“I was thinking more like Kitty Kallen’s version.”

He sat on the edge of the bed and sat you on his lap again, pulling you down with him as Felix laid back. The pink decorating his cheeks as a result of all the drinking made him glow, charming eyes glossed over ever so slightly and looking up at you so warmly. You reached down to cup his cheek, run your thumb over his bruising red lips. They fell open, parting just a little for you to push the digit in. He stuck his tongue out before you could and guided it by the pad of your thumb, immediately closing his lips and sucking gently. “Pretty kitty,” you whispered, simply admiring him.

Neither of you spoke for a little while longer, just looking at each other with alcohol induced gazes and hearts in your eyes. Then you pull your thumb away, a string of saliva following as you stick it in your own mouth to taste the chocolate and rum mixture. Felix watched you with doe eyes and tongue poking at the corner of his mouth once again. “Mmm, sweet,” you say as you peck his lips one more time. “How’re you feeling?”

Felix just tugged you in again, groaning against your lips louder. Pushing him back lightly, “answer me, baby.”

“‘M perfectly tipsy, ‘nd I want you,” he pawed at the waistband of your shorts and underwear, tugging and letting the elastic snap against your skin.

Giggling when you dove down to kiss his cheek and scatter them around his face, Felix couldn’t keep his hands from continuing to roam, squeezing and caressing every part of your body firmly and lovingly. It was his way of appreciating you, telling you without telling you how infatuated he is. You traversed beneath his jaw, down his neck and occasionally biting his skin to feel his hands grip you tighter. It took a bit of coercing to make him pull away long enough to get rid of his and your shirts, even more so to get you both naked seeing as neither of you were able to keep your hands to yourselves.

But when you finally did, Felix propped himself on his elbows as he watched you, ogled your naked body from top to bottom until he met your eyes. He tilted his head down, waiting patiently for you to make a move. You cock your head to the side, “feeling a bit lazy tonight, pretty kitty?”

The slightly calm yet authoritative tone you took made Felix bite his lip and shake his head, no. “Oh? Just wanna be taken care of then?” His cock twitched at that, a bead of precum dribbling onto his abdomen. “I know you do, sweetheart.” You spread his knees wider and kneeled between them, then tucked his heels in tight to either side of your body. “Just relax, okay pretty kitty?” Felix whimpered in return, unable to look away as you peered up at him.

Keeping your eyes locked, you stuck your tongue out and ran it from the base, all the way up. His entire body shivered, goosebumps spreading along every inch of his skin. When you flattened your tongue to taste more of him, Felix let out a long sigh accompanied by his thigh muscles tensing and hands attempting to restrain themselves. While some might be put off by his intense stare, it was enthralling to you, especially the way he slowly blinked and rolled his eyes back when you did something he was particularly sensitive to. His hips kicked up and shallowly thrusted when you took him in your mouth, his own jaw completely slack and on the verge of drooling.

Felix was always a sucker for that, the messy, wet, lewd feeling that came from doing anything with your mouth. When you began to bob your head up and down his tip, occasionally dipping your tongue into his slit, he cried for more. You gave it to him because his pleas were just so cute, and took more, just holding him in your mouth. When the saliva started to build under your tongue, then you moved. The slurping noises and his whines sounded so good together that you were afraid he’s cum from that alone, it wouldn’t be the first time. Both of you were already worked up, the alcohol made you hazy enough to not feel the soreness in your jaw from keeping it open for so long. Felix was growing closer and closer with each down stroke, nothing but your mouth, drool, and watery eye contact edging him along.

Just as he braced himself tighter to start bucking up, you pulled off with a loud gulp and sat back. Loudly he groaned a high pitched whimper, rutting into the air and cock slapping against his stomach. Sighing, Felix’s body twitched at the loss of contact while you kissed up his abdomen, gently guiding him to scoot further up the bed and lay down. “Wanna try something new?” You say against the skin of his chest and teething lightly at his collar bones.

“New?” he murmured back only half paying attention because of how hot he felt now that you soaking crotch hovered over his.

“In a way. I think you’ll like it though, don’t worry baby. Trust me?”

Felix nodded rapidly and bit his already swollen lips, “trust you.”

Just to keep him on his toes, you crawled back down his body again and planted short but sweet kisses to the inside of his ankles, all the while looking up at him through your lashes. He kept wide eyes in anticipation, growing curiouser and curiouser with every touch of your lips up the length of his skin. As you hiked his knees up to his chest, Felix’s breath hitched. You didn’t dilly dally much longer as your own growing need was becoming overwhelming, simply licking a long, fat stripe from the rim of his ass to his balls, sucking them in for a second and moving to tower over him again. Felix had no idea what to do other than moan at everything you did to him.

He felt exposed with how you looked him up and down, was this how you always felt being below him? Either way, he loved it. He loved the excited glimmer in your eyes and how your nails were already digging into the bottoms of his thighs. He loved how soft your skin felt, the slight dizziness of the alcohol, and how that made him have tunnel vision for you and only you, more than he already did if that was even possible.

You opened his knees up, instructing him to keep them there as you took his cock in hand, giving him a few slow strokes. “Relax, pretty kitty. Gonna make you feel good, okay?”

“Hurry– need you,” he mewled even more, growing impatient the longer you teased yourself with his red, flared tip.

Laughing lightly, you raised yourself higher and positioned him at your entrance and sunk down, slowly until your thighs pressed against the bottoms of his. The unconventional position opened up a whole new world of pleasure, not just for you, but him as well. Though usually he leaned more on the submissive side, Felix always loved to prove himself to you by doing most of the work in bed. 

The tip of his cock fit snug against your sweet spot, not even having to try to aim for it this way. The both of you were already losing your voices moaning, but as you lifted your hips back and slammed back into him, Felix’s eyes rolled back and you knew he was done for. You felt like you were floating despite continuously ramming your body against him.

How brainless he felt, getting fucked without actually getting fucked, and getting fucked hard. The only thing that could’ve made this better was if you were kissing him. Though, he understood why you couldn’t, too lost in your own pleasure to think about that right now. You made up for it by just continuing to use him, disregard him as if he were just a cock to fuck and get yourself off on. That part was unintentional, however, you didn’t stop there.

You pushed your body weight forward, leaning onto him by the backs of his thighs and using gravity to rock into him with every upstroke. If the sound of your skin slapping together didn’t give away what was happening, his moans sure as hell did. And Felix not so silently loved every second of it. He felt vulnerable and filthy and sweaty and intoxicated and so, so enamored. Together for who knows how long and you still never fail to amaze him.

Just that in mind, along with how pussy drunk he was, he was reaching his end much quicker than he’d hoped, but you just felt too good not to blow. You were creeping towards your own and well on your way, clit grinding up and down the top of his cock every time you rolled your hips.

Initially, you were afraid he’d reject your idea, seeing as it might’ve been uncomfortable and he had every right to say no, which you were prepared for. But oh how far from that you were now. Now, even if you weren’t so much focused on his pleasure as you were yours, you could see his belly contracting and attempting to force the high down just to keep up. “Go ahead, baby. Cum. I won’t be mad,” you say with as much brain power as you can muster, seeing as it’s getting harder and harder not to cum, yourself.

His voice, having been whiney and high all night, suddenly dropped into the lower register and bounced along with your tempo, along with his tongue drooping out the corner of his mouth. You took it upon yourself to stick two fingers in your mouth and then pop it into his, his tongue loving the weight and even more that you shoved them in and out in time with your hips. That must’ve been the cherry on top, having something to suck on, Felix attempted to say, “cum– cumming, ah– fuck!”

He let himself go with an extraordinarily loud cry, cum coating his entire dick as you ceased to slow down insearch of your own orgasm. Overstimulated and exhausted, Felix shuddered and was on the verge of tears but couldn’t stop moaning. He held onto your wrists that pinned his knees in place, needing something more to ground him. It burned so painfully good, for both of you. You, with your high on the tip of your tongue and Felix, teetering of either passing out or crying but loving it so much.

But he did neither of those, when you reached your orgasm, it somehow strung one more from him as well, dry and white hot. Your cunt clenched and pulsed so tightly around him that Felix felt like he was almost suffocating within you and if he were to die now, he couldn’t have been happier. It didn’t feel as though your orgasm subsided when you looked down to find your boyfriend with his eyes rolling back, sweaty and red in the face that bled down to his chest, something straight out of a porno.

Letting his now flaccid cock keep you plugged, you leaned over and sweetly kissed his lips, close-lipped and gentle and all too chaste for the events that just occurred. You guided his legs back down and maneuvered to straddle him, somehow doing so without spilling any of his cum and laying your body weight onto his chest. Felix immediately wrapped his arms around you and tipped your bodies over to lay more comfortably.

The room was quiet aside from the both of your heavy breaths and the occasional smack of your lips coming together and breaking apart. “I think I had a sugar high,” Felix muttered into your hair.

You laughed at the random comment, “I think that was more than a sugar high.”

“No, really! How the fuck did you do that?”

“I told you that you’d like it.”

“We need to do that again. I’m so, so serious.” Felix peered down at you, eyes big and suddenly wide awake.

“I don’t think you’ll have to wait too long, baby.” You consoled him, reaching up and stroking his cheek to ask for another kiss. The deep rumble of your belly made the both of you break out into giggles. “Hungry,” you mutter against him.

“Me too.”

“But I’ll be cold if I get up.”

“I’ll come with you.”

You hummed happily, slowly pulling away so that he fell from your pussy as gently as possible but both winced anyway. You were going to get up, but just had to take one last look at him in his post nut glow, “pretty kitty,” you whisper and give him another quick peck.

Digging through his dresser, you stole a pair of his clean boxers and slipped them on, tossing one his way before he followed you. You were about to open the door when you felt the dripping feeling of his cum and ran to grab a napkin to catch it. Felix took it upon himself to leave the room first, not thinking anything of it when he walked into the living room with you on his tail. Then he stopped and you ran face first into his bare back.

“Ack– what the fu–”

Felix was suddenly spinning you around and quickly pushing you back into the bedroom and shutting the door behind him. “What are you–”

“We can never show our faces in public ever again,” he said with a straight expression.

“Why?” You raise your eyebrow.

“Because there's seven of our friends in our living room drinking our alcohol and eating our chocolate and I don’t know why.”

“So why can’t we show our faces in public?”

“Because I’m 100% sure they heard everything we just did.”

The choked gag you let out had you falling back onto the bed, laughing away the embarrassment until he chucked a t-shirt at you with giggles of his own. “They’re your bandmates! You go talk to them,” you encouraged.

“I can’t! I can never look them in the eyes ever again.” Felix slid another shirt over his head as he paced back and forth. “If you go out there, then they can’t say anything because then it’ll be like they’re the weird ones for listening.”

“Okay, okay.” 

Confidently, you shrugged on some sweats for extra decency out of embarrassment and let yourself out into the living room where the seven pairs of eyes avoided your gaze entirely. “Did you at least order food if you’re gonna drink all my alcohol?” You sat yourself on the floor, stealing the rum you were drinking earlier from Jisung– who looked even more disgruntled as you took a sip.

It was silent for a moment before Changbin, leaning into an uneasy Hyunjin on the couch, “Chinese.”

“Nice. I’m starving.”

“How did you get him to make that noise?” Minho on the other side of the coffee table spoke up, seeming genuinely curious. Suddenly all of them seemed interested.

“I think I’d rather die than share that information.”

“At least tell us the position,” he pressed, “for educational purposes.”

It didn’t look like any of them were going to drop the matter. “Why are you all in my house?”

“Felix texted the group chat earlier this afternoon to come over… for game night…” Chan murmured and held up his phone with the group chat, acting a shield for Seungmin and Jeongin to avert their eyes. As you looked around the room, you saw the board for monopoly on the coffee table and all the pieces scattered about. You raised an eyebrow, confused as to when he did that and how they all agreed that tonight of all nights would be game night without bothering to tell you. Then, you turned back to the room to see your boyfriend standing in the doorway, face red as an apple, and not the glowy kind. "I do not remember doing that..."

You could tell he knew he was guilty just by the way he stood, shoulders shrugged and eyes round. Looking back at the group, you deadpanned, “on his back, his legs up and dick pointed do–”

He ran to pick you up and carry you back to the bedroom, echoes of laughter filling the apartment as the doorbell rang, “my Chinese food!” But Felix had already locked the two of you away for who knows what punishments to come.

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A/N: if someone could enlighten me and tell me the name of this position id actually really love to know...research purposes

tags: @sensitiveandhungry @babebatter @aliferousminho @changbinluvr @epiphanynaffit @fawnpeaks @linovely @dumplinbokkieracha @finnydraws @naturules @djeniryuu @hamburgers101 @skzhomiehopper @yesv01 @hyunjinsamdl @angelica-erin-caelius @dazzlingligth @lvrmin @alexis-reads-fics @linaliskz @0002linoskitten @chillichillicrabcrab23 @mercurezed @zerefdragn33l @straycrescent @binnies-donuts @soldierstangirl-blog @bakedlilgoonie @levanterlily @shelbyyy44

[konigbabe]

Leon S. Kennedy headcanons

Random headcanons of Leon S. Kennedy that's been stuck in my head for what feels like forever. There's a small NSFW section under the divider 18+.

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x gn!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Tags/warnings: fluff; established relationship; smut; oral sex; gender-neutral reader; no y/n

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He loves kissing.

This man is so touch-starved that kissing is sacred to him. He loves kissing; lives for it – but only with the right person. Someone who holds his heart in their hand. Soft kisses, unhurried and so indulgent. Leon’s kisses are a devotion of their own; they don’t necessarily lead to something more. He just enjoys the feeling of your lips on his. Knows when to add the right pressure, when and how to use his tongue…

He’s also a really, really good kisser (don’t fight me on this); loves to bite your lip as well.

His love language is physical touch.

(–or acts of service.)

Anyway; Leon adores physical touch whether it's inside or outside the safety of your shared space. If you join him on missions, you’ll always find him close – his hand brushing yours, palm on your back guiding you forward, making sure you're always within his line of sight. And if you ever get hurt, his hands gently grasp your body, checking to make sure you're okay.

At home, he just loves to touch you randomly – kiss on your temple carrying multiple meanings (‘thank you’, ‘you’re welcome’, ‘I love you’, ‘good morning’ and so on), arms sneaking around you to enclose in a bear hug. Or having his exhausted body to just lay on top of you, using you as his own personal pillow…

He struggles with the L word.

The words “I love you” lingered in the back of Leon’s throat for a long time; not because he wasn’t sure of it but because once spoken, they become real and tangible. Acknowledged. Something he can’t take back.

He secretly enjoys cooking and has a few signature dishes that he’s really proud of.

Leon isn’t really a chef. Often opting for rather simple meals but even those bring him joy. Solace lies in the simplicity of it all. As a man who has had little control in his life since childhood, the act of cooking provides a sense of control and satisfaction that he rarely experiences elsewhere; having his own space, doing something so insignificant that it becomes significant in its own way.

He’s definitely someone who would say something along the lines “Made with love, not skill.”

He’s a workaholic.

Leon cares about you; loves you. There’s no lie in the fact that he wants to spend every second possible with you. Every fibre of his being yearns to be close to you, to protect you from harm. However, as a seasoned agent, adrenaline courses through his veins. It’s a part of him, as natural as breathing. He craves the thrill of danger, the rush of a mission, even though it tears him away from you. Leon’s already learned to accept that his calling for epinephrine is as much a part of his as his love for you.

He has a bit of a sweet tooth and loves all kinds of desserts.

Leon's sweet tooth is undeniable. He simply cannot resist the allure of sugary treats, and desserts hold a special place in his heart. From gooey chocolate cakes to creamy fruit tarts, he loves them all. He is not shy about indulging in his favorite treats, often having multiple servings or even ordering dessert before his meal.

He’s a romantic at heart.

Love letters that tug at your heartstrings, make you feel as if he’s by your side instead of fighting the infected and all the bad guys that team up on him. Testaments of his affection towards you. Morning messages a gentle reminder that he’s still here for you, whenever you need him. He believes that every moment in a relationship should be cherished, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant, and he relishes in each one spent with you.

He let’s you braid his hair.

(He’s blond; I stand firmly by his game's looks.)

Sitting on the carpet, back comfortably resting against the sofa cushions as you throw your legs over his broad shoulders, feeling the taunt muscle underneath your thighs. Letting out soft sighs of contentment as you gently thread your fingers through the silky hair; braiding the sides or simply brushing it clean. His fingers wrapped around your ankle, drawing lazy shapes over the thin skin there while enjoying the tender scrape of your fingernails against his scalp.

He's socially awkward.

Outside the people that know him or the people he's forced into close proximity with (*cough* Luis *cough*), Leon is not a social butterfly. Not big on conversations, rather short and snappy answers. Oftentimes at a loss for words. Socializing exhausts him. His desire lies to be left alone; or with one person at a time but it has to be someone he's already familiar with.

He loves cuddling more than sex.

Don’t be fooled, Leon’s definitely sex-crazed around you. Loves to be buried deep inside you; feel your warmth, the velvety squeeze when his cock hits that sweet spot inside – but cuddling makes him happier. It’s his way to show you how devoted he is to you. That feeling of emotional security provided by your cuddles gives him pleasure far greater than the way your body responds to his cock.

He’s a switch.

Leon’s a curious creature – relishing in both submission and domination; intrigued by the duality of power exchange. While the daddy/mommy kink doesn't quite capture his attention, that doesn't mean he can't submit to your every whim, yearning to appease your deepest desires. The mood of the moment guides his actions, emotions dictating the course.

Leon’s a foreplay master and a teaser.

Absolutely addicted to the way your body reacts to his touches, to his kisses. Some days, he’s even capable of making the foreplay longer than the actual sex; having you writhing, begging with teary eyes to finally put his cock inside you. Leon’s certainly going to tease every cell in your body, setting it on fire, letting it burn until you’re nothing but a mere ember.

He loves oral.

Receiving or giving — he doesn’t really hold a preference. It’s not important whether he’s the one on his knees or you; Leon is someone who finds his own pleasure deep within yours, just feeling you react to his tongue, to his fingers. This goes the other way around, having your lips around his cock, feeling the tightness of your throat…makes him a mess.

He’s an ass man.

Leon can't help but love ass in every way imaginable. He runs his hands over the supple globes of your flesh, his teeth sinking into the softness. Pressed tightly against him, you can feel his hard cock straining against the fabric of his pants, yearning to be set free. He stares at it, touches it, spanks it, and bites it every chance he gets. It's predictable that he'll have you in various positions, pounding away while admiring your delicious curves - doggy, reverse cowgirl, and so much more.

He’s loud.

(– and he moans.)

There’s no denying that Leon will grunt, growl, groan, whimper and moan during the whole night. Very expressive nature. He’s not really extremely loud to the point someone might hear you through the walls; yet the room is always filled with the sounds of his own pleasure, only adding to that fire deep inside you.

[joels-shitty-puns]

Could I make a request please?

Either a Joel or Pedro x Reader, where he is head over heels for the reader who is really bubbly and sweet and happy and a mom friend for everyone but who is oblivious to any romantic overtures whatsoever? And where Joel or Pedro catch them crying for the first time ever and they try and hide it and go back to cooking for the friend group or whatever and Joel/Pedro get the reader to open up about what made them cry and essentially it's that someone turned them down on a dating app and it's just further confirmation that the reader will never find love or actually be a mom? Plus-sized reader preferred but definitely not required? And your choice on if it's smutty or not.

I've been reading your plus sized reader x Pedro series and loving it!!! So much emotion and genuine positivity that I couldn't help but ask for more when I felt a bit down about this today.

All my best!

Dear @jenniferpendragon,

Hi!!! I've never had a request before, I didn't know what to do with myself. Thank you. And thank you so much for your kind words about my musician fic! I'm so glad people like it.

I'm sorry you were feeling down today. If by "this" you mean you experienced the dating app situation, I'm so sorry. Love is out there for you. I know how hard it is to wait, feeling like nobody wants you, but I know it'll happen. Hang in there. ❤️

I hope you like this fic! I liked your prompt and my mind ran wild. It's way longer than I thought it would be and also I'm unsure about it, but hopefully it makes you feel a little better.

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Cookies 'n Scream

Pairing: No-Outbreak!Joel Miller x Plus-sized!Reader

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY!! MDNI. Poor body image, fat shaming, food guilt, food mentions, unprotected P in V, oral, kissing, fingering, pregnancy mention, baby making sex (?), I think that's all of it but if I missed something let me know.

Other stuff: Reader is AFAB. In case it isn't clear, italics almost always are the reader's inner thoughts!

This is the first smut I've ever written and published, yikes. Hope it's decent.

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"Look what I bought today," you chimed in a sing-song voice while waving the DVD in front of Joel. 

"No way. Zombie Slayer 6?!" Joel and Tommy yelled in unison.

"Yep! You know it!" you beamed. "I say tonight we pop this bad boy in. Tomorrow's Halloween, it's perfect."

"YES!" chimed in Sarah and Ellie, Joel's daughter and adopted daughter, roughly the same ages in their early teens.

"Absolutely not! You two are too young for this gore, you'll be up for weeks." Maria pointedly gave an eyebrow to her husband Tommy. "You guys watch the movie, I'll take the kids and we have a girl's night. We can watch Practical Magic and make cookies. Then tomorrow we'll all go trick-or-treating." The girls were pleased with this compromise and began running up to their bedrooms, chatting frantically about their costumes and which houses were allegedly going to have full-size candy bars this year.

"Really? Zombie movies? They're just kids. They aren't old enough to deal with that kind of thing," Maria said to you, judging your lack of parenting skills.

"Sorry…" you said sheepishly.

Truthfully, Halloween was your favorite holiday and always has been. You loved the spooky aspect of it, but you also loved that you could be anyone you wanted, if only for a night. For once you weren't just "the fat girl" or whatever other mean things people thought about you. You could be Wonder-Woman, or Ariel, the Grim Reaper, or a ghost. You could even eat all the sugary snacks you wanted and nobody questioned it, because Halloween was a time to indulge in candy.

If there's one thing you're sad you didn't get to enjoy on Halloween, it was the thought of being with someone you love. You'd always wanted someone to dress up in a couples costume together. Or go to a pumpkin patch for a cute little date and pick pumpkins together. You'd even dreamed about someday having a little pumpkin of your own. Picking out a little baby costume, taking them out door to door while they tried to say "trick or treat" but didn't quite know how to say such big words yet. The thought of them getting spooked by a scary decoration and running back to their daddy's arms. Your handsome brave husband, holding them close and shushing them, rubbing their little back to make it all okay. Finally the three of you would go home, tuck the little one in, sort through the candy and maybe take some for the parent tax. Then you'd flop down on the bed together before sharing a different kind of treat.

Knocking you out of your daydream, the girls ran down the stairs, backpacks on their backs, still loudly chatting about Halloween. You sighed, Maria taking the kids out towards her house.

Tommy clapped his hands together excitedly and grabbed his phone and keys. "I'm picking us up a pizza. You two better not start this damn movie without me," he warned, gesturing with his fingers from his eyes to yours and then across to his brother's before ducking out the door. You laughed and headed towards the kitchen, starting to make a quick batch of cookies before Tommy returned. Joel stood awkwardly trying to help, but mainly was just sneaking bites of dough. "Knock it off Joel! There won't be any cookies left with you around." You elbowed him while he popped another glob into his mouth with a laugh.

You rolled your eyes while he argued with you. "Whatever. My brother doesn't need these cookies anyway. He doesn't deserve your bakin', darlin'." He ate more dough.

You couldn't help but feel your chest flutter with butterflies at his nickname, but you tried to ignore them. "Oh yeah, and what about me?" You pouted up at him. "Don't I deserve any cookies?" 

He put his finger on his lip as if deep in thought. "Hmmm… I dunno darlin'. Not sure if I could handle you if you get much sweeter." He winked.

"But I guess you deserve some too.." he plopped a wad of dough into your mouth, running his finger on your lip as he pulled his hand away. 

You smiled, cheeks feeling warm, and chewing the soft, sugary dough.

"Oh, Joel. You're too much.." you avoided his eyes, looking down at the mixer and pretending to be busy with the cookies. 

Why can't I get a man like Joel? You thought to yourself.

Two years ago, you had moved into your new house and met your neighbors, Tommy and Maria, Maria still very pregnant at the time. The three of you became fast friends and it wasn't long before you met Tommy's brother Joel. You were instantly enamored with him. His curly brown hair, mixed with silvery gray streaks, and those deep, gorgeous chocolate brown eyes. Although he could be a grump at times, it was mainly with his brother or his job, and he never showed it towards you. To you he was as sweet as the cookies you were eating.

You instantly developed a little crush on him and it seemed like he was over at his brother's house, or yours, more often than not. The two of you spent time together alone as well, watching movies, talking, doing whatever. Things felt so simple with him, and you knew he would always be there if you needed help with anything. With him, you never felt fat. You never felt ugly. You didn't feel self-conscious. You were just you. He was just him. 

As your friendship progressed, your crush developed quickly into love. But you knew deep down there was no way he could ever feel the same. He was too handsome and charming to ever go for a woman like you, so you pushed down your feelings as best as you could, and even tried some dating apps to try and find someone else to fill the empty space in your heart.

What you didn't know was that Joel was absolutely head-over-heels, smitten with you, from the moment he laid eyes on you at his brother's backyard barbecue. Sure he loved his brother, but nobody wants to spend that much time at their sibling's house. He came over constantly, hoping to see you, until eventually you became close enough that he didn't have to make a scene at his brother's house to get your attention. He could just go to yours. 

Tommy constantly teased him about it, and Maria couldn't help but notice the way you looked at Joel either. Even the kids could tell. The girls loved you like a mother, though you'd never see it. It seemed that it was obvious to everyone but you and him. Joel would flirt, try to gently touch you, be sweet, but you never picked up on it. Although you never pushed away his attempts, you never seemed to reciprocate either, so Joel just figured you didn't like him that way. But he couldn't help flirting, touching, staring at you. And if you didn't protest, he didn't plan to stop. He couldn't if he tried.

While the two of you talked, the cookies, what was left of them, baked in the oven. Finally Tommy came in, two large pizzas in hand. "Now I better not see that movie playing! I warned you two."

He noticed the black television screen and wandered to the kitchen. "Good. You waited for me- oh man! You made cookies? My favorite," he said with grabby hands towards the first pan, still cooling on the stove. 

"Now, don't spoil your dinner. You just brought pizza home, let's eat." You shot a knowing look with Joel after the two of you were practically full already with cookie dough.

"Fine. Whatever, mom." Tommy took a plate from you, sliding a piece of pizza onto his plate and heading towards the couch.

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An hour into the movie, you were all full with pizza and dessert, Tommy in the sofa chair on the side, you and Joel settled into the love seat. You leaned towards his right side, his right arm over the back of your seat. A blanket covered the two of you, and his left hand was crossed over his lap on top of the blanket, hoping you would hold it if you got scared. Whenever a jump scare did happen, you didn't grab for him, but at the slightest flinch, he would palm your knee, rubbing his thumb over you to calm you down. Such a nice guy. I'm so lucky to have him as my friend.

Once when Joel did this, Tommy caught the sight out of the corner of his vision. He rolled his eyes and gave a gagging face. Joel gave him a quick angry brother stare that made Tommy turn back toward the film.

At some point, you felt your pocket buzz. Peering under the blanket at your screen, you saw the little heart notification, letting you know it was one of the dating apps you downloaded. Heart beating faster, you excused yourself saying you wanted to get a drink. Upon entering the kitchen, you quickly opened the notification with shaky hands. You had sent out at least a half dozen matches to people, all turned down the second they saw your profile. The most recent had sent a message as well. "Seriously? Ur gross. Good luck finding anyone to date you lmao." Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked down at your body and pinched the fat of your stomach. You had four apps and had sent countless requests, matches, and swipes. Even guys who were big themselves had turned you down. You looked in the kitchen at the pile of cookies, the mostly empty pizza boxes, the bowl of Halloween candy. If the boys weren't here, you'd toss it all in the trash. You suddenly felt self-conscious. Your clothes were tight, your body was heavy and flabby, and you almost felt nauseous. The first sting of tears welled at your eyes, and you dashed off to your bedroom, hoping to quell these emotions before anyone would notice. You weren't ready to go back to the living room.

After a couple minutes, Joel had paused the TV to wait for your return. "She probably had to pee or something. Said she was gettin' a drink." Tommy nodded and the two of them talked. After about ten minutes had passed, Joel began to worry. Even Tommy began to wonder and finally said "where'd your girlfriend end up? It's been a while."

Joel shook his head at Tommy's name for you, but got up off the couch. "I'll go see what's up." He walked into the kitchen and didn't see you, so he kept walking through the house before finally starting upstairs. "Darlin'? You okay?" He still didn't see you, but upon approaching your bedroom door, he heard a soft sniffle.

He gently tapped on the door with his index finger's knuckle. "Sweetheart?" Your sniffling stopped and you quickly wiped your eyes, trying to hide your tears as he slowly opened the door.

"Hey, sorry, I didn't mean to make you guys wait, I was just changing into some comfier clothes." He noticed you had switched from your favorite dress to some sweats and a baggy hoodie. You still looked beautiful to him, though he was a bit confused at the change. "I'll be right down, why don't you go start the movie again." He crossed the room to sit next to you on the bed. "I'm not going to start the movie. What's wrong, darlin'?" 

You pouted, trying to choke back more tears, but his gentle brown eyes made it hard to keep your emotions inside. Joel cupped your cheek, running his thumb gently under your eyes and catching a tear that made it past your walls. You'd never cried in front of Joel before. You made it a goal of yours to try and hide any sad emotions from people, especially him.

"I don't want to ruin the night, Joel. It's nothing. Let's just go back downstairs. I'll be right behind you."

Joel stood up and nodded his head, walking out the door and closing it gently behind him. 

You didn't think he'd actually leave. But it shouldn't surprise you. Who wouldn't leave you?

An aggressive sob ripped through your chest.

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Joel walked downstairs, joining his brother.

"You find her?" Tommy asked.

"Yeah I did. Look, she's not feeling too good right now. I think it's best we call it a night."

"Ah, man. She sick or somethin'?" Tommy asked.

"Yeah somethin' like that. I'll stay and take care of her. Can you maybe keep the kids tonight?" Joel answered, ushering Tommy out the door. Tommy gave him a look, but nodded and walked out the door towards his own house.

Joel closed the door behind him and walked back upstairs, stopping to grab a glass of water for you on the way. He knocked gently again before entering your bedroom, and you turned around, surprised to see him. "Joel? I thought you were watching the movie?"

"Nah, darlin' I could never leave you when you're upset. I sent Tommy home and he's gonna watch the girls tonight. Here, I brought you some water." He sat the water on the nightstand. "Now, you wanna tell me why you're cryin'?" He sat next to you, rubbing your back gently.

You took a sip of the water, set it back down on the nightstand, and sighed, looking down at your hands in your lap which held your cell phone.

"Well, I uh…" you cleared your throat gently. "I recently joined some dating apps..."

Joel's heart took a slight stab, but he pushed it down. You're the one needing comfort, not him.

"I guess, I dunno… I know it's kinda silly, but I've been feeling kinda lonely and y'know... I'm getting older. I'm running out of time to have babies. But, I really just want someone to call mine. Someone to laugh with and go on dates with and…" you tapered off, not wanting to admit your desire for cuddles, kisses, and love-making. 

"Oh, sweet girl," he held you in his arms. "That's nothing to feel shy or silly about. It's natural to want those things. But why are you cryin'? Did somethin' happen?"

"I just… I haven't gotten any matches. Everyone I've sent anything to has denied me, and-" you sniffled and Joel pulled you tighter. "Shh, shh, sweet girl, it's okay. Those people on those apps, they don't know what they're missin' out on. They don't see how beautiful and sweet y'are. They wouldn't know how to treat you right anyway. If they can't see how wonderful you are, they don't deserve to be with ya anyway."

"Thank you Joel…" you muttered. "But… it's not just that. I got a message when we were watching the movie and I went into the kitchen to read it, and-" you handed him your phone with a sniffle. Joel pulled away from you, holding the phone back a bit to read it with his bad vision. As he read it, his jaw and fists clenched. It may have been the first time Joel saw you cry, but it was also the first time Joel got angry when it was just the two of you.

"If I knew where this asshole little boy lived, I'd go over there right now and kick his ass for saying something like that to you" he seethed. "I can't believe anyone would say something like that to you."

You picked at a hangnail on your finger, still staring at your lap. Finally Joel took a breath and looked at you again. "Darlin'. You don't - you don't believe that guy do you?" He asked while rubbing your back again.

"Maybe…" you felt tears run down your cheeks. "I mean, he's right, isn't he? I'm not attractive or skinny. Nobody wants me, not even any of these guys on this app. Even the guys who aren't skinny don't want me either."

"Sweetheart. That's just not true. Look at me-" he lifted your chin with his left hand, right arm still holding you close. You hesitantly met his gaze, your wet eyes looking into his gentle browns. "Those men, if you even wanna call them that, they wouldn't know what beautiful was if it slapped them across the face. You're the most beautiful, sweet, funny woman I've ever met. Any man would be lucky to have you." He took a deep breath before admitting, "I'd be lucky to have you."

"What-?" You interrupted him.

"Darlin'... I never want to push your boundaries, but you don't see how often I flirt with you, tease you, and touch you? You don't see how smitten I am with you?" You frowned, brows furrowing as you picked through your memory. "I thought you were just a nice guy. Just a friend. I didn't… I didn't think you could ever like me as more than a friend, so I just ignored the butterflies I got around you." 

You searched his eyes, waiting for a joke, or your alarm to go off and wake you up from this dream.

"Sweetheart, I've been in love with you since just about the time I saw you walk across my brother's lawn towards me. I just figured y'wasn't interested in me that way."

"Joel," you laughed. "I've felt the same way."

He smiled, once again tilting your chin, yet this time pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was gentle, but held so much love and meaning, that the two of you couldn't help but smile in the middle of it. He pulled away, "and by the way, y'aren't old either. If anyone's old here, it's me. But if you want babies, I'll give you all the babies you want. But you already got two girls who love you. Sometimes I think they even love y'more than me," he laughed.

You smiled at him and nodded "I do love those girls like they're my own. But I would still like a little baby someday too."

He kissed you again, more passionately this time, licking your lip until you opened up and let your tongues dance together. He pulled away, running his nose across your jaw before stopping at your ear. "Only one way to give you that, darlin'." He gently bit your earlobe before kissing down your neck. 

You sighed. "Joel… please."

"Please, what darlin'?" He purred, kissing your clavicle through your baggy shirt. 

"Please, make love to me" you answered breathlessly, tipping your head back so he could better access your neck. 

"Take these baggy clothes off then, baby. Lemme see you," he gave you one last kiss on the lips before the two of you began undressing, stopping every few seconds to share grabby kisses. Once undressed, he pulled you into him and kissed you deeply, your hands on his chest. With a swift move, he tumbled the two of you sideways so that you were now on the bed, him on his back and you straddling his hips. You leaned down, kissing his lips, while the slight movement against his waist caused you both to moan at the feeling. "Baby I've wanted this for so long. Let me take care of you," Joel whispered, thumb stroking your cheek. He flipped the two of you over, slithering down towards your waist, where you spread your legs for him. He groaned, looking at how evident it was you wanted him, pumping his already hard cock a few times. Flattening himself on his stomach, he gently touched your thighs and began to kiss your legs. "Y'sure you still want this, baby?" 

"Yes Joel, please" you answered, tense with anticipation. Without a beat, he tipped his head down, licking a stripe up your slit. You let out a sigh, hips bucking toward his face. "I know baby, I know." His low timbre vibrated through your core. He gave a quick peck to your clit before swirling his tongue around it and heading downwards, licking between your folds while his nose continued to put pressure on your clit.

His fingers slid through, touching your entrance in a questioning way. "Yes, Joel, please" you cried, wiggling closer, your hands tugging at his hair. 

With your pleas, he inserted his finger, curling upwards before adding a second and finally hitting that spot inside you that made your breathing catch in your chest. He stroked, while still licking gently, occasionally sucking on your clit. Before long you were gripping the sheets with one hand, his hair in your other, as you finally tumbled into your orgasm. "So beautiful, baby" he coaxed, licking you through the waves of pleasure. 

"Think you're ready for me?" He looked up at you over your plush tummy. "Yes, Joel, please I'm so ready."

He stalked over your body, kissing his way up. He kissed your vulva, "I love this," he purred. He kissed your stomach, running his hands across your sides. "I love this," he licked. "I love these," he massaged your breasts, kissing each nipple. "I love you" he finally looked you in the eyes, kissing you on the lips deeply. 

"I love you too." You kissed him back, running your hands through his messy hair, down his broad shoulders and back. His hand snaked around, grabbing his cock and giving a few strokes through your folds until he was wet enough. Finally he pushed against your entrance, slowly entering you, giving you enough time to adjust to his size. Your fingers clawed at his back as he finally pushed all the way in, the two of you sighing in relief. 

Your body adjusted, and with a kiss to his nose, you prompted him to move. "Okay Joel, I'm ready."

Slowly, he began to thrust, pulling slowly out and gently pushing back in, eventually picking up to a pleasurable pace. He kissed you like his lips couldn't be away for longer than a few seconds, and it didn't take much before you were barreling towards your second release of the evening. "I'm almost there, Joel" you kissed, grabbing him around his back. "Me too, baby. Come for me." His thrusts were getting sloppy, but you could tell he was holding himself back for you. His fingers drifted over your clit, giving a few circular strokes and causing you to shudder around him, your eyes slamming shut with a moan. He followed right behind you, a couple messy strokes before pumping into you, filling you up and working you both through it. As the two of you came down from your high, he kissed you passionately, holding you like you were the only thing in the world. 

The two of you lay on your sides, you snuggled into his chest, his chin resting on your head before eventually he became soft and slipped out of you. You both sighed at the loss, but held each other until you rolled out to use the restroom and clean up. When you returned from the bathroom, you asked if he wanted to stay and he said yes. 

You lent him an extra toothbrush and the two of you stood side by side, brushing your teeth and stealing glances at each other in the mirror with matching lovesick smiles. Things felt domestic and comfortable as the two of you walked back to bed, sharing soft kisses snuggled to each other. Having completely forgotten why you were upset earlier, you fell asleep curled into his arms, full of love and hope for the future with a man you loved. 

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The next morning, you woke up to the smell of coffee brewing and breakfast cooking. You strolled down the stairs and saw Joel, wearing just his boxers and tee shirt, grabbing a slice of toast from the toaster. 

At the sound of your steps, he turned and smiled softly. "Morning, baby."

"Good morning, handsome," you replied, pressing a kiss to his lips. 

"I could get used to that," Joel replied, squeezing your ass and pulling his face away to look in your eyes.

"Joel! You devil," you giggled, gently smacking his arm. "You ain't seen nothing yet, baby" he nibbled your jaw.

After the two of you ate breakfast, you shared a shower, and he threw on a pair of extra clothes he keeps in his car. It would be hard to keep his visit a secret from his brother with his car still in your driveway, but as far as Tommy was concerned, you were sick and Joel was taking care of you.

The two of you made the walk over to Tommy's house to get the girls and participate in Halloween activities for the day. Walking in the door, Tommy pulled you into a hug. "Hey, we were worried about you! Are you feeling better? Were you sick?"

You looked up at Joel, sharing a knowing look. "I was just a little upset about something, but I'm feeling much better now," you smiled. 

Tommy gasped. "FINALLY!!!!" He threw his hands in the air while Maria grinned. 

"Cough it up Tommy!" Sarah held out her hand to her uncle. "You know I had October." He handed her a five dollar bill.

"You bet money on us?" Joel asked in disbelief, rubbing your back. 

"Obviously. You guys have both been pining since you first met," Ellie answered, rolling her eyes. "It was too entertaining for us to interfere though," Sarah added with a smirk.

You stared down at your shoes, feeling embarrassed, but Joel grabbed your hand. You smiled up at him and it felt like everything was aligned. "Yep, we finally took the step. And now I get to do this whenever I want," Joel pulled you into his arms for a deep kiss. 

"UGH. GROSS, DAD." Ellie and Sarah groaned, walking out of the room.

You both laughed, sharing a smile and heading towards the group to get ready for Halloween with your family.

[gyllenhaalstories]

CHERISH (PART 2) — CHOCOLATIER!JAKE 🍫

summary: he brings the cream, you bring the pie. together you’re making... cupcakes?

warnings: curse words, food, baking & eating, smut (food play, finger sucking, aphrodisiac, fingering, handjob, pussy spanking, masturbation, penetration, creampie, hyperspermia & cum play). 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 3385

gifs credits: me (@/gyllenhaalstories) / divider credits: @/firefly-graphics

notes: i hope you’re ready, because it’s time for you to become a cream filled chocolate truffle! since this THE PART 2 OF THIS FIC, that means it’s still the season of pink, hearts and pink hearts so happy valentine’s day again! 💗 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

When Jake saw you grab the container of store bought frosting, his heart came close to stop beating. He snatched it out of your hand faster than the speed of your spoon diving into the sugary product.

You rolled your eyes at him, and at his genuinely shocked face before you started laughing with him — well no, it was directly at him. Right in his face too, because he remained stoic, holding the jar far out of your reach. “It’s just frosting.”

“It’s not just frosting! It’s the most important part of the cupcakes! It needs to be delicious and that?” His eyes widened while he waved the frosting in the air. “That’s unacceptable.” He put the container back where you found it, with the lid and all. “You can eat it behind my back, like when I’m in the shower —” but we shower together, you interrupted. You counter offered his other suggestions until he gave up and agreed to let you ruin another baked good, but not his cupcakes.

You found it funny how he turned into a busy, overwhelmed mom who was just reminded the night before by her forgetful children that they signed her up for some charity event at the school that would go down in flames without her box-mix cupcakes. He reacted dramatically to a lot of the things, you noticed. After several other dates since your first one at his chocolaterie, you discovered he was... Special. He liked things to be in order, clean and organized especially in the kitchen, while the rest of his life prevailed in a complete chaos. He was so different in and outside of the kitchen, you wondered if he allowed himself to have a bit of fun or if he was too scared that his Kitchen Aid stand mixer would judge him for eternity.

Jake resumed to measuring the rest of the ingredients, following the recipe he knew by heart for having baked it over and over again. He tweaked it to make it his own, he could not help it, but he recited the measurements out loud like a sing-song he learned. Your job as a sous-chef was reduced to putting paper liners in the muffin tin and sucking his finger clean whenever he would present you with a bit of the sweet preparation to taste. Premade frosting was out of the question, but raw eggs seemed to go by just fine.

At some point, you figured he just liked to have you suck on his fingers. Maybe it was the moans he let out when he felt your tongue swirl around his digits, or the fact he would tease your mouth with clean fingers even after the cupcakes were put in the oven. And you loved it too, how the deeper his fingers pushed in your mouth, the more you felt your mind going blank.

The alarm of the timer rang, snapping you back to reality at the poke of a toothpick coming out clean from the chocolate cupcakes. Jake did not stop cooking, and talking to himself about how he hoped Ina Garten would forgive him for his sins — which was to use his own chocolate wafers instead of the semisweet chocolate chips the well-known and even more well-loved chef recommended.

You watched him with an amused smile, while he was measuring the rest of the wafers while waiting for the bain-marie to get ready. He tried to be subtle, you knew it, but you caught him snacking on a couple of pieces of chocolate. So much so that he had just about enough for the last steps of the recipe and the replacement for your forbidden frosting.

Once the water started to simmer, he placed a glass bowl on the pot and poured the chocolate disks in it. He stirred the chocolate as it melted before yours and his eyes, smooth and satiny. He dipped his finger in the hot concoction — his fingers had been long desensitized to burning with all the years of baking he had underneath the cute apron he wore around his waist. It was your Valentine’s day gift to him, belated, but still a thought act.

“You know...” You spoke, Jake’s eyes left the glass bowl to meet with yours. “When I suggested we could bake cupcakes, I didn’t mean we should turn into a fancy bakery. We’ve been at it for a long time.”

He shook his head, in a strangely calm manner. “There’s nothing ironic about baking. I take it very seriously.” He sucked on his own chocolate dipped finger, releasing it with a pop, to further prove his point. “I’m almost done anyway. You’ve helped me plenty, time flew by!” When you rolled your eyes at his comment about your nonexistent help, he insisted. “You’re standing there and looking beautiful with flour hand prints on your butt. That’s more helpful than anything else.”

You earned a kiss that you tried to deepen and make last longer, but Jake pulled away to complete the chocolate ganache. The heavy cream and chocolate mixed together beautifully and you wrapped your arms around his torso while he expertly dipped the now cooled down cupcakes into the chocolate. You tried to sneak a peek of his work, but he was moving so much in your embrace that it made it hard to focus.

He ended your confusion by offering by sharing the rest of the ganache, using a spatula to scoop it from the bowl until the two of you acted giddy, giggling as he licked and kissed drops of sweet goodness that fell on your chin.

It took a little while — a few minutes, really — to notice the familiar sensations that were spreading through your body, starting at your tongue and sending electric waves all the way down between your thighs. Oh.

Oh, yeah, fucking finally, Jake murmured to himself. He smiled just as big and proud as the first time you tried his special chocolate at his boutique during your very first date. He pulled you closer to him, wanting to admire all the small changes that were starting to happen to you. He held your face delicately in his big hands, his eyes diving into yours while your pupils were growing larger and while your mouth dropped ajar. He mirrored everything — how his tongue could not stay still in his mouth like it was begging to touch yours, how your head wanted to loll to the side. “Let it go, sweetheart, let it go.”

The way he cooed at you helped your head get emptier and emptier until... Until you could not think of anything else except him. Except how badly you wanted him and needed to feel him. You wanted to scream at how much it hurt not to have his hands on your breasts or his mouth on your clit. You wanted to beg and beg until he would relieve some of that delicious pain.

His hands slid from your cheeks down to your shoulders, wrapping around your neck while he pulled you in for a kiss that was all tongues and teeth. The longer the kiss lasted, the more he felt like the world around you was vanishing into a thick fog.

It was the same way you felt, using whatever control on your body you had left to make your way to the bedroom. You let him grope your breasts over your clothes, rubbing his thumbs over the small bumps your hard nipples created until he heard you moan into his mouth.

Jake pulled away, only to lick some of the drool that fell down the corner of your mouth and kissed you hard again, making it as messy as he could while his hands kept exploring your body. He pulled moan after moan after you with touches as simple as the warmth of his palms pressing against the goosebumps on your skin.

In a blink of an eye, all of your clothes were piling up on the floor with nothing but your body heat and the burning desire to indulge in each other’s bodies. Unlike the first time you tasted the chocolate, you did not stand alone in this euphoric experience.

Jake looked just about as far gone as you were, with glossy eyes and quick breathing that resembled a needy panting. He was hard, his cock throbbing as you exchanged another series of feverish kisses. When you took him in your hand, he had to lean on you so his knees would not give in. Not that he ignored the effects of the aphrodisiac, but, even after he tested it on you, he realized just how powerful a few bites of that magic substance could be. It made precum leak out of his sensitive, pink tip. It made his abs clench at the strong sensation of your hand stroking him. It made him throw his head back when you cupped his balls into your left hand, using the other one to keep jerking him off.

You could tell he was holding back, with his clenched jaw and the tight grip he had on your soft hips, his short nails digging into your flesh. He wanted to fuck your hand hard and fast and catch his own release.

He did not give in, however. It would all be a waste if he did not get to feel you while being in this physical state, while having his mind and senses played with by a few bites of chocolate. Another kiss, another couple of strokes of his big cock and you were pushed on the bed. Jake barely let you find a comfortable spot to lay on that he was kneeling on the bed too and forcing your legs open to reveal what he wanted the most.

Your inner thighs were covered in your wetness, your folds were slightly puffy from the arousal alone and from this deep, uncontrollable need for Jake to touch you and bring back those fireworks you first experienced under the influence of the aphrodisiac.

“So fucking beautiful.” Jake mumbled, or moaned — both at the same time, actually. The aphrodisiac had him slurring his words and fighting to say a sentence with minimal coherence. He wrapped each arm around one of your thighs and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, making you gasp with surprise when you felt your skin slap against his.

You covered your face with your hands as he finally touched you. His flat hand rubbed over your pussy from side to side, fast and harsh. The more he touched you, and the more his fingers rubbed over your clit when your folds moved out of the way, the wetter you were getting. It was so much more intense than your first time, and it kept on getting better.

Jake slapped your puffy folds, although the blows were soft, they were stinging your sensitive skin. He messed with your brain that had trouble differentiating between the pain of the spanks and the bliss of his fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit. He was mesmerized, jaw dropped and eyes wide as he spanked you a few more times and watched you flinch under him. Each spank was followed by a squeal and giggles, mixed with a moan that sounded like music to his ear. He wanted to hear more — he needed more.

You inhaled loudly, only for the oxygen to get stuck in your throat when you felt Jake’s cock pressing at your entrance and sliding inside your tight hole, eased by your wetness and the precum that covered the tip of his cock. You removed your hands from your face and placed them on your tits, trying to hold them in place while he started to fuck you. You only had a few slow and deep strokes to adjust to the delicious feeling of his cock inside your walls before he picked up the pace.

He gripped on your thighs again that he kept pressed against his body so that he could rock his hips back and forth. Curse words you had never heard from him were submerged by the sound of his deep grunts while he kept thrusting inside of you. Somehow, despite the mix of your juices, he could feel your walls tightening and clenching around his length every time he pushed his cock inside of you after pulling back. He was only chasing the maximum pleasure he could pull out of you — and give back to you.

Pretty moans turned into audible gasps and abrupt screaming when his cock hit the spongy spot inside of you. It seemed as though he calculated the number of times he hit your spot, trying to make you feel as good as possible while also stretching out the time he could enjoy your pussy. One look at him confirmed there was not a thought behind those lust-filled eyes, he was driven by his desire to bury his cock as deep inside of you as you would let him.

He clenched his jaw one moment only to press his lips together the next and hold himself back on moaning more so he could get lost in the obscene sounds your bodies created together. The slapping, the sticky wetness, the rushed and heavy breathing. When he could not hold in his own noises, he groaned and slowed down his thrusting.

He was fucking you hard and deep, so deep that you kept being pushed further away on the bed, dragging the bed sheets with you. “Please,” you spoke for what felt like the first time in forever. “Please, don’t stop!”

He did stop. He stopped to look down at where your bodies no longer met as the distance pulled you away from him, his cock bopping up and down, begging to be reunited with your pussy. Jake took a moment to catch his breath and admire the beautiful scene before his eyes. The veins of his arms, and cock, were bulging out from the sheer force with with he was fucking you. There was a layer of sweat covering both his body and yours, and visible wet spots on the bed sheets that created a trail from the edge of the bed to the middle where you now laid.

Impatient, your body burning into flames, you sat to reach up and pull Jake down with you. He was quick enough to climb on the bed, the tip of his cock brushing against the same wet spots you left behind on the fabric, and you held his cock in your hand briefly to guide it back where it belonged.

He pushed himself all the way back inside you, now kneeling between your thighs that he kept open for him — and for you. Withing even having to tell you, Jake loved to watch you rub the sensitive bundle of nerves that resided between your just as sensitive, soaking wet folds. He pulled away, just a little, and slammed himself back inside of you as he fucked you in this other position.

The aphrodisiac was nowhere near close to run out, you could tell. It still felt just as intense as it did while the effects began to work their magic over you. Your bodies, however, were running out of energy to last. You could tell that too by the fact you were getting closer and closer to your orgasm now that you rubbed your clit in a just as messy rhythm as the one Jake fucked you with.

He was getting so close too, his grunts became more succinct and his face tensed up with the powerful pleasure that ran through his veins. There was no need to speak, words were completely unnecessary as Jake and you let the aphrodisiac take complete control over you.

Your orgasm hit you by surprise, or well, sort of. As soon as you felt that familiar knot in your lower stomach, you knew you were about to explode in an orgasm that pushed the air out of your lungs and made you see stars even when you closed your eyes. It felt even stronger with your eyes closed than it did when you kept them open. It felt as though you could notice each vein on Jake’s cock, the swollen tip of his cock diving in and out of your slick walls. And then you felt it. All of it.

Jake fell down to his elbows, his face conveniently buried in the crook of your neck as he came inside of you, his pelvis flushed with you from how deep he was. Ropes and ropes of cum shot out of his cock while his hips jerked a few times uncontrollably, until he felt like something was pushing him out.

It was not you, not intentionally at least. You would have loved nothing more than to calm down from your high with the feeling of Jake’s cock softening inside of you. Although you could feel something still filling you up even if his cock was sliding out of you.

“Oh my,” Jake spoke when he finally pulled out of your pussy. “Oh my God.” It was still hitting him, he was still cumming with more of his seed just dripping out of his slit. There was even more trickling out of your hole. You looked as confused as Jake. This did not happen with him before... This had never happened to him before. His brows were raised in stupefaction one second and furrowed in confusion the next, he held his cock at the base in one hand while two fingers of his free hand dipped into your cum filled entrance.

It felt so good when he pushed his fingers barely past your entrance, as he felt even more cum inside of you. Quickly, he replaced his fingers with his cock and made you scream of pleasure as he finished inside you with a few more thrusts and pumps. You realized he fucked his cum back inside of you, not even minding that most of it was covering his cock and oozing out of you.

He fell back on you again, slowly and carefully this time so he did not hurt you. And, finally, you cherished the feeling of his softening cock inside of you while you both tried to catch your breath. Jake was mumbling to himself how it felt incredible, how it was so weird and so hot, and how he wanted to do it again — and he wanted it so fucking bad. He tried to move, arms and legs incredibly shaky, but you held him tighter and closer against your just as tired body.

“Where are you trying to go?” You whined, making room between your legs for him to lay down more comfortably.

Jake giggled in your ear, his laughter filled with excitement. The kisses he pressed all over your cheek, jawline and neck were filled with just as much lust as they were earlier. “Trying to get up to grab a snack.”

He squirmed on top of you, but all he managed to do was fall by your side and hug you tight against him. If he wanted to get up, he was failing rather adorably. “A snack? For what?” You turned your head to look at him, you were so close your noses almost touched.

He smiled at you, the same smile he had glued on his pretty face during your date at the boutique. You swore to yourself you would cherish this image forever. “So we can do that again. And again...” He leaned in closer to capture your lips with a kiss. “And again until there’s no more of that good stuff.”

Your eyes widened ever so slightly, that was the strongest reaction you could express with how exhausted you felt after this mind blowing orgasm. “It’s in the cupcakes?” Yup. “All of them?” Jake nodded in approval. “I can’t take it anymore. Not right now.” You tried to resonate with him, only the way your voice cracked betrayed your own desire to try it again and again...

“You’ll take it.” Jake answered, quite firmly. “Because this magic chocolate will definitely be in all the desserts we bake from now on.”

[julians-muscles-and-tits]

"Lipstick Smear"

*NSFW REQUESTED JULIAN TRAILER PARK BOYS SMUT X READER FEM FIC*

You and Julian had known each other for years and he was a close friend, he was a stoic man who carried the stresses of the park on his broad shoulders well and because his demeanour was usually a serious reserved one there was just something about the idea of ruffling his feathers slightly that appealed to your playful fun loving side.

One night you were at Julian's trailer hanging out and having a few drinks while he was sat down on his silver shiny floor you kept looking around and wondering how the hell Ricky managed to cover every square inch of the place in aluminium foil but he did, the first time you saw it you couldn't help but quietly giggle in shock.

He's sat on the brown furry coat with his right bruised arm in a home made duct tape arm sling and was using his left arm to read a book about how to build and maintain a wealthy business, that was Julian always with his head in a book always cooking up new ideas and wanting to make money.

He's sat there with his sturdy back against the wall his crystal blue eyes fixed on the top of the page using the small amount of lamp light to read. You take a brief second to admire him and what a handsome man he is, even having been accidentally beaten up by his friends and being mistaken for a Samsquanch, bruised up with a huge reel of duct tape wrapped around his arm he was still as striking as ever with his focused but stern stare, Julian rarely smiled he always had a frown, a scowl or a deep in thought expression on his face, he was always so serious and blunt, you wanted to break the icy exterior and let a little light in for him.

He reaches over to pick up his glass of rum and coke and realises he's run out.

“I'll take care of that” you offer warmly taking the empty glass out of his hand.

“Thanks” he says quietly turning his attention away from the book briefly and then going back to it. You get up, go over to his kitchen to refill his glass with equal parts rum and coke, swimming in ice cubes just the way he likes it. You look over at the head of jet black messy curls as you hold the glass of dark brown liquid in your hands and you smile mischievously as you decide to be a little bit naughty so you take a small sip of his drink, the sugary sweetness combined with the bitter taste of the rum hits your tongue and taste buds as you walk over nonchalantly and hand him his drink sitting next to him with a small smile on your face. He doesn't notice the smear until he takes a sip himself and then spots the faint colour of your lipstick on the rim of the glass. His brows furrow into an annoyed frown and he looks over at you sternly.

“..did you take a sip of my drink?” Julian asks in a quiet irked manner.

“Hmm..maybe” you reply coyly struggling to contain your excitement and naughty nature.

“You left a fucking lipstick stain on my glass” Julian says irritably holding the glass up to present the evidence which makes your smile even wider and you're also struggling not to laugh, perhaps its the home made arm sling or the fact that he looks so adorable when he's mad but you find yourself filled with fiendish glee and also extremely turned on.

“Gee, I'm sorry Jules” you say sweetly as you twirl a strand of your hair in your fingers your voice has gone a little bit higher you feel a little bit nervous. Julian rubs his temples and the bridge of his nose seethingly but he's also equally turned on by how coy and flirtatious you're being, he sighs taking another sip and further examines the lipstick smear as he slowly twirls the glass around in his hand.

“I'm gonna make myself another drink” you say brightly and you go over to his kitchen sink that looks like a shining mirror ball where you pour yourself a drink. You hear him come up behind you and immediately your knees weaken at the nice smell of his cologne, he's taller than you and is towering over you.

“You fucking naughty bratty girl,” he growls in your ear as he brushes your hair to one side of your neck, you feel goosebumps rise on your skin. “You did that just to rile me huh?”

“Maybe” you reply smiling wickedly. He looks down at you slowly, admiring your outfit, your body shape, the way your hair looks staring at you like he wants to devour you.

“Yeah?..fuck you look so hot right now,” Julian whispers sultrily as his muscular arm travels around your waist and you shiver at the touch, his muscles are your weakness and he knows it he's seen you check them out too many times when you think he hasn't noticed. “The things I wanna do to you” his deep gravelly Canadian voice makes you melt like butter inside.

“What-what things?” You ask quietly feeling a lightning bolt of arousal shoot through you, your loins burning. His hand slowly trails down from your abdomen snaking into your jeans and then his fingers dip into your panties where they're greeted by a warm gooey slickness. His eyes darken and he chuckles lightly feeling triumphant he's already made you wet with barely even a touch. His fingers wriggle and swim in the soaked lips until he finds your throbbing engorged clit and you let out a small gasp at how his whole hand is so big his fingers are practically covering your pussy.

“I wanna play with your clit until your legs shake and you cry out as you come all over my hand like a good little slut,” Julian whispers sensually and begins rubbing the pad of his index finger down and up on the bundle of nerves making you buck your hips uncontrollably and let out a small whine which amuses him as he laughs wickedly. “Then I wanna eat your fucking pussy, my wet face between your legs, my tongue rolling over your swollen clit making you come over, and over, and over again until I decide you can't take it anymore” you let out a shaky breath and whimper helplessly at his filthy obscene words beautifully pouring into your ear, his black beard and strong nose brushing up against your cheek and his warm breath, you feel feverish and drunk with lust, feeling how wonderfully your sensitive clit tickles and aches as he exquisitely presses and strokes it. You feel weak, your hands firmly clasping the tin foiled sides of the kitchen counter making a slight rustling noise, there's a pleasant heavy warmth swirling and pooling in the pit of your stomach and groin, your breathing feels ragged your clit is burning and aching so much more now and you twitch your hips again. He rubs harder making you even wetter and it's pure ecstasy.

“Oh fuck oh my god” you mewl your legs quivering, moaning even louder and feeling light headed. You're inches away from climaxing all over his meaty hand which your inner thighs have clamped around, your eyes are rolling back in your head.

“You gonna come?” Julian asks darkly lightly kissing your neck enjoying watching you crumble and the desperate noises you're making as you bite down hard on your lip and writhe.

“Mm-hm” is all you can physically utter out as your face scrunches up. You pant and whine feeling the waves of pleasure rippling through you.

"I don't think so,” Julian says huskily and immediately stops just as you're right on the edge and feeling your orgasm about to topple over.

“That's what you get for drinking my drink sweetheart” You open your eyes feeling exasperated and desperate, like the warm orgasmic rush got torn away from you and you feel deprived and frustrated knowing you fell for him edging you cruelly, that you should have known he'd get you back for the lipstick mark but your desire got the better of you.

He's smiling evilly and he lightly kisses your cheek as he removes his hand and brings his sopping digits up to his mouth to slowly suck on them licking them clean and appreciating every drop of you on his fingers that he made happen. You turn around looking up at him feeling painfully horny and aching for him, hoping and praying he'll finish what he started and not torturously deprive you of another orgasm. You need this man terribly you've never needed anything more in your life.

“Julian,” you whine his name like it physically hurts to say it. “Please make me come” he licks the last bit of you from his thumb then he passionately kisses you forcing you to taste your juices on his moist goatee and tongue. He wraps his good arm around you and guides you over to the spot on the floor where the coat is. You get down on your knees and kindly help him unbuckle his loud jingling belt as doing it with one arm would be time consuming and difficult and you pull his black jeans and boxer shorts down until you're greeted by his engorged erect cock. You decide to sweetly kiss it and give it a slow teasing lick from the base to the head tasting how salty he is from the precum and feeling how warm he is, making his muscly chunky thighs tense up slightly.

You remove your clothes until you're completely naked then you lay back on the brown fluffy material and spread your legs in an invitation, he gets down gently one knee at a time inching closer to you. He realises the difficulty of trying to do missionary sex with one arm and putting his full weight on it and the realisation of this makes him grunt in frustration.

“What's wrong Julian?” You purr.

“Turn around and bend over” he orders. You get up and crouch on all fours like a dog but you slouch down with your arse sticking up in the air in a doggy position giving him the perfect view. He enters you and you gasp out feeling his warm fat length stretch you out and fill you up, he groans with satisfaction his eyes fluttering its been a while for him since he's had sex and your hot dripping pussy is so deliciously swallowing his sensitive cock. He thinks about the lipstick stain on the glass, how you did it to tease him and ruffle his feathers, the mild annoyance but also how much it turned him on, he pulls himself out feeling your inviting snug walls tug his hardened flesh then he pushes himself back in helplessly groaning with satisfaction again and begins to swing his hips as he rams into your hole hard and fast.

Your eyes widen and you gasp loudly at response to the speed and the force, you're so wet every powerful thrust is making a loud squelching clap noise. He has his left hand fiercely clinging onto a fleshy part of your arse cheek for support and to maintain his balance and you melt letting out loud pleased moans and whimpers feeling him gorgeously pound his full weight in between your legs.

He's groaning loudly, his gold chain necklace is bouncing up and down, he's gritting his teeth he looks pissed off and like he's scowling but your pussy feels like wet, warm heaven around him your inner walls clamping, carressing and kissing like you want to drain every last drop of come from him, it's so good it's almost like a torture.

“Mm, ah FUCK!” He shouts out as his eyes scrunch up and he bites down on his lip and goatee while you're feeling how deep he is inside you the angle of how you're laying is making his dick strike your G spot in a curved way, making you aggressively cling onto to his “bed”. His grunts are deep and mannish. It feels so good you don't want him to stop. It's nasty angry sex, he's so strong so fierce and relentless, each heavy thud more delicious and addictive than the last, feeling him rub and massage your insides feeling how much weaker it's making you your legs are fighting an uphill battle to stay up they're beginning to cramp, you've lost track of time and how long he's been drilling you for he's not slowed down once he's banging every last bit of strength out of you and it's euphoric. You can't even speak all you've been reduced to doing is let out cries and moans like a sleazy slutty porn star from your mouth that’s hanging open in an O shape while he jack hammers you with immense force, reminding you that he's the one in charge that he holds all the cards because his thick rock hard cock is making you melt and fall apart underneath him and its completely out of your control as a woman, you feel heady, submissive you want to surrender your body to him let him use you up and keep chasing the feeling of him being inside you. It's impressive to say the least how he's doing all this with an injured arm and one that’s keeping him upright behind you.

“Oh fuck oh god, yeah right there, faster harder” you whinily beg in a muffle your face buried in the tickly dark furr making him let out a pleased rumble and he can’t resist the manly urge to lightly slap your arse. The noises of his grunts and moans and your loud moans combined with him penetrating your sensitive wet flesh are filling the trailer and because there's no furniture and it's empty these noises are reverberating more than they usually would be, you honestly wouldn't be surprised if Bubbles could hear you both from his shed you're being so loud.

He goes even faster now pulvarising your pussy your body jiggling. Your legs are sore, aching, your drenched pussy and hole smashed and pounded you don't know if you'll be able to walk after this, he begins slowing down panting as your eyes screw up his hips stutter, his cock is throbbing with the sweet promise of relief and release, his groin and thigh muscles seizing up as his blunt finger nails grip your arse while he throws his head back bellowing out a loud “Hah! ah! hoh! ohhhhhhhh! ohhhhhh! mmmm, hmm” and you can feel his dick spurting thick warm creamy come inside you. He shudders pulling himself out and collapses next to you laying on his back as your legs give out and you lay spread Eagled feeling completely obliterated.

You're both breathing heavily and you look over at him and smile at how beautiful he looks, his dark hair a moist sweaty mess, his soaked spent cock flopped to one side of his thigh, still with a shirt on and the arm sling. Your body is completely wrecked and you feel floppy and useless but in the most delightful way you feel drunk and completely drained of energy like you're struggling to stay awake and so is he, you try to get up but your legs fail you as they're too wobbly, you'll be OK in a minute you just need to rest them. You've never seen that side of him before, passionate, frenzied and carnal. You think about how orgasmic he felt between your legs, how it made you feel, every little beautiful detail. You watch him gingerly pick his glass up to have a drink and notice him drinking from the side where the lipstick is and you weakly smile feeling yourself glowing with affection and love for him.

#trailer park boys #julian #NSFW #smut #fem reader #x reader #reader #tpb Julian #"lipstick smear" #sex #trailer #suggestive #tpb

[blog-name-idk]

Everything Falls (Into Place) | 09

*Banner by the incredible @bangtansmauyeondan

Pairing: OT7 x Fem Reader

Genre: College!AU, Roommate!AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut

Summary: Your new roommates are unbearably nice and unbearably hot. Good thing you're an adult who is fully capable of platonic friendships with the opposite sex, right?

Word Count: 3253

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"Dinner was amazing," Taehyung sighed dreamily. He slumped back into his chair, patting his very impressive food baby.

"It really was, thanks to you two," said Namjoon, smiling at you and Jin. He had apparently forgotten his gloom at not being allowed to help with cooking, which made your embarrassing extra work all worth it.

"I just chopped vegetables," you said dismissively, taking a healthy swig of your beer. You had opted against wine or mixed drinks, knowing you were probably going to get blitzed tonight. You didn't want to deal with the worse-than-usual hangover that sugary beverages tended to give you.

"But they're chopped so beautifully," Jimin giggled, definitely a bit further in his cup than you were. You tried not to laugh when he almost fell out of his chair - he wasn't particularly good at that at the best of times.

"Movie time!" Jungkook sang out over his own drink. You weren't sure how well he could hold his liquor, considering he was the youngest, but he did seem to be faring better than Hoseok, who was sporting a healthy beer glow and a wide, silly grin.

"The Ring!" Jimin and Taehyung cried simultaneously as if they had planned it. Which they had. Jin and Yoongi groaned, while Hobi looked completely horrified. Namjoon shrugged.

"It's a classic," he said, looking at Jungkook and nodding.

"Yes! That's five, we have our majority," the youngest crooned, and Hobi whimpered pathetically.

"Who's the fifth?" Asked Yoongi, eyes narrowed as if he was lying. You winced in guilt at Hobi's facial expression before reluctantly raising your hand. His betrayed gasp made you feel worse.

You felt so guilty, in fact, that after everyone changed into their pajamas (you did end up wearing Jimin's, which were still large on you, much to his satisfaction), you opted to sit with Hobi instead of accepting the promised cuddles from the younger boys. They pouted and tried to cajole you, but one look at Hobi's grateful expression was enough to cement your decision.

Once the movie started, however, you weren't sure whether you were providing any comfort considering that you were screaming just as loudly as he was. You had left what looked like permanent grooves in his skin from how tightly you had been digging your nails into his arm, and he wasn't doing any better.

The others ended up forgoing the movie in favor of watching the two of you clutch each other fearfully. Every time one of you jumped or twitched, it set off the other, and by the time the movie ended everyone was a blubbering mess. You and Hobi because you were big fat chickens, and everyone else because they had laughed at you until they cried.

"That was great," cackled Yoongi, wiping tears from his eyes. "I don't think I've ever enjoyed a movie more."

"F-fuck you," you managed feebly, slumped against Hobi with your eyes closed. You couldn't even enjoy being one of the rare causes of his mirth, focused as you were on not checking each shadowed corner of the room. Hobi didn't respond at all, and you weren't sure whether there was even a soul left in his body to react.

"You guys were so cute," gasped Jimin, trying and failing to catch his breath. You scowled and threw a pillow at him. When everyone was finally able to calm down, you looked at Jungkook, who had been suspiciously silent. Only to realize the fucker had fallen asleep.

"I'm going to murder him," you hissed, making everyone laugh again.

"I'll take him up," said Jin with a grin. "I think I'm gonna head to bed anyway."

"Okay grandpa," you responded, still a little salty that everyone else's good time had been at your expense. He just laughed and patted your head before easily picking up the maknae and plodding up the stairs. Even in your post-hysteria stupor you cavewoman brain managed to register a dumb Jin strong.

"Hm, it's probably about time for everyone to go to bed, right?" Yoongi taunted with a grin.

You and Hobi sat bolt upright, twin expressions of terror on your faces.

"NO!" you both screamed simultaneously, setting everyone off into laughter again.

"Please, not yet," Hobi whimpered, and you glared at Taehyung.

"I can't believe you guys coerced me into agreeing to watch this, and now you're just ditching us?"

"Hyung's just kidding," Namjoon assured you, and you relaxed slightly, mollified by the only person that hadn't exacerbated your misery.

"The night is still young!" Jimin added with a grin. "Does anyone need a refill?"

"Please," you and Hobi both gasped weakly. Apparently deciding the two of you had suffered enough, he left to obey without another snarky comment.

"So… Never Have I Ever?" Asked Taehyung mischievously, making Yoongi roll his eyes.

"Really?" he scoffed, looking completely unimpressed.

"Would you prefer Truth or Dare?"

"... Never Have I Ever is fine."

You snickered a little, wondering what could have happened to put that haunted expression on Yoongi's face. Jimin returned with your drinks, and the six of you situated yourselves into a circle on the floor.

"How about [y/n] starts?" Asked Namjoon, smiling at you from across the circle where he sat between Yoongi and Hobi. You shrugged in acquiescence, mildly squished between Taehyung and Jimin who had apparently decided to make up for the lack of movie cuddles. You were happy to oblige - there was nothing wrong with having two extra meat shields in case Sadako came crawling out of the TV.

"Uhh… never have I ever… had penetrative sex with a girl."

Everyone in the circle sighed and drank, and Yoongi rolled his eyes again.

"Low hanging fruit," he scoffed. Then he paused and eyed you. "Wait, only penetrative?"

You just grinned and ignored his question. "Is it Jimin or Tae now?"

"I'll go!" Said Jimin excitedly. Taehyung pouted, but didn't object.

"Never have I ever… screamed for over half of a movie's run time."

You squawked in indignation as everyone save you and Hobi began to laugh.

"I hate you guys," you grumbled, before cheersing your partner in misery and taking a large swig.

"Never have I ever cried because 'the moon looked sad,'" Hobi said immediately, scowling straight at Jimin. Huh, you had never seen him glare like that. It was kind of doing it for you. Jimin gasped and pouted.

"I was really high!" he said defensively as he took a drink, somehow managing to make the motion look offended.

"Um, never have I ever failed a class," said Namjoon uncertainly. Taehyung and Jimin sighed and drank.

The game continued in a similar vein, with general statements such "never have I ever left the country" interspersed with pointed attacks like "never have I ever farted so loud in a lecture that I woke myself up" (you had actually ended up joining Namjoon in that one, much to his relief and everyone else's delight).

As the night wore on, everyone had grown increasingly loose and giggly. Your competitive nature had long since kicked in, and when your turn came back around, you had to take a moment to rifle through your woozy thoughts for something that would force everyone to drink.

"Hah! I got it!" You said triumphantly. "Never have I ever had an orgasm from oral!"

The reactions were quite varied. Namjoon choked on nothing, Hoseok turned bright red, Yoongi just raised an eyebrow, and Jimin and Tae stared open-mouthed at you. You frowned a little, having expected Jimin to say something stupid like "well I can change that." Instead he was just looking at you with his mouth opening and closing like a fish.

"Well?" You asked, slightly annoyed that no one was drinking or had appreciated your perfect attack. As if realizing they were staring, everyone took a hasty gulp, and you grinned in satisfaction. Until the game didn't continue.

"Are you saying… no one's ever gone down on you?" Namjoon asked timidly, looking down at his cup with Jin-level red ears.

"Huh? Oh no, I mean people have tried but I guess it just didn't really do anything for me," you said with a shrug, not understanding why they seemed to think it was a big deal.

"I can't decide if that's worse," Tae murmured to Jimin over your head as if you weren't there, and you scowled.

"Come on, it's not that weird. You can't honestly say you've always managed to get a girl off that way." They just looked at you with slight pitying looks, even Namjoon, and you felt yourself deflate a little.

"Oh."

"Uh, I guess it's my turn!" Said Jimin with a decidedly high-pitched voice. You internally debated the pros and cons of bashing your head into the wall. The next few were innocuous enough, and he and Tae had put a little space between you as if you had sobered everyone up - way to go dumbass. Hobi couldn't even meet your eyes. In your self-deprecating, drunk state you didn't notice that Jimin was bright red and Taehyung's eyes kept flicking towards your face.

Finally it was Yoongi's turn, and if you hadn't wanted to die before, you definitely did when he spoke. He looked directly at you and his lips tilted into an obnoxiously cocky smirk.

"Never have I ever not been able to get anyone off with my mouth. Or anything else I decided to use."

Namjoon choked again, Hobi squeaked, and you just stared uncomprehendingly at that devastating, crooked grin. Were you humiliated or turned on? Both? Who was this person and what had they done with the real Min Yoongi? Actually, if this wasn't the real Yoongi, then wouldn't it be fine if you - nonono don't go there. No one drank, but he didn't seem bothered. Completely unashamed, he prodded Taehyung.

"Your turn."

Fuck. These boys were going to be the death of you. You knew it.

~~~~~

You awoke to a pounding headache, a mouth that felt like cotton and tasted like death, and an arm around your waist. Oh no. You discretely peeked at the owner of said arm and saw Hoseok's sleeping face. Oh no.

Wait, the two of you were fully clothed. Okay, this was salvageable. You wracked your brain and were relieved to find all of the previous night's memories returning to you, albeit a bit fuzzy around the edges. Even after what had become the most humiliating game of Never Have I Ever you had ever experienced (which was saying something), you still hadn't been able to shake off the heebie-jeebies that had settled under your skin from the earlier movie.

You and Hobi had blearily brushed your teeth in the bathroom, but when it came time for you to go through your separate doors to your rooms, you realized you were a huge chicken and could not fall asleep alone in your dark room.

"Um, Hobi?" you blurted, feeling like a child, but too drunk and scared to keep your mouth shut. "I swear this isn't me trying to make a move on you, but I'm still kind of freaking out, and… I don't want to sleep alone?"

He just looked at you for a moment and you shrank a little bit. Oh fuck, you had creeped him out, he probably thought you were a total loser.

"Oh thank god," he breathed, and you blinked. "I was going to spend all night awake looking at pictures of kittens."

He held open the door to his room invitingly, and you smiled in relief, scampering inside and diving into his bed. He joined you quickly and pulled the covers over your heads. "So the monsters can't get us," he whispered and you nodded seriously in complete agreement. The two of you had ended up gossiping and giggling for another hour before finally succumbing to exhaustion and passing out.

You smiled at your friend's sleeping face, relieved at your recollections. His mouth was slightly open, a hint of drool collecting at the corner, and every so often he let out a cute little snore. The faint sunlight hit his perfect skin, casting it in a golden light. It really wasn't fair how good he looked in the morning, considering you yourself felt like a disgusting swamp creature.

Bedtime cuddles were not something you normally did platonically, but you weren't about to pass up the opportunity. So you snuggled closer, closed your eyes, and let yourself fall asleep to the rhythmic sounds of your friend's breathing.

~~~~~

Despite the hangover rearing over his head, Hobi was decidedly warm, cozy, and comfortable. His bed felt more pleasant than he remembered, and with a contented sigh he pulled his pillow closer. Wait, why was his pillow so warm, and since when did it smell so nice?

His eyes snapped open, and he was greeted by an armful of very pretty, very soft, very much sleeping you. He pulled away slightly in surprise, and smiled when you grumbled in your sleep and shifted to re-close the distance.

He had been ready to spend the entire night wide awake with the lights on while scrolling through pictures of cute animals in an attempt to bleach his eyeballs, and a part of him had leapt to say yesyesyes to your bashful request. The other more sober part of him had hesitated.

It was probably fine, he had reasoned. He knew you certainly had no ulterior motives - if you were to end up with anyone in the house it wouldn't be him. He knew where he stood amongst the house, looks-wise. The real problem was himself. He had been doing fine so far keeping any thoughts of you platonic despite the way you sometimes made his heart stutter, but the earlier drinking game had definitely fucked him up.

Never Have I Ever tended to get provocative at the best of times, but absolutely no one had expected that shocking admission from you. Or the fact that you seemed to think it was normal. Just what kind of scrubs had you been wasting your time with?

He had felt a weird flare of emotion that he could only describe as a mixture between protective and horny, and it made him want to show you what you were missing. Which was absolutely inappropriate of him. He could tell from his housemates' faces that they were having similar struggles. Except Yoongi, who had just decided to go "fuck it" and double down.

Even after the game had leveled out back to relative normality, he couldn't shake the feeling. And despite the clear innocence of the question, something about that soft I don't want to sleep alone had his mind wandering places it shouldn't.

In the end, your sad face had won him over, and he was glad it did. He had honestly never had that much fun with anyone other than his brothers in ages - it had almost felt like a high school slumber party. And as the two of you had chatted and giggled, that uncomfortable tightness in his chest had vanished. It had probably been a mixture of the new information and the alcohol that had been causing that feeling.

"Ughhh, I can't breathe," you whined sleepily, and Hobi realized he had been squishing you against his chest. He hastily released you with an apologetic grin.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you up?"

"Eh, I was halfway there already anyway," you said with a yawn, rubbing your eyes. So cute, he thought fondly, admiring the way Jimin's slightly-to-large pijamas emphasized your smaller frame. A sharp knock at the door interrupted his reverie.

"Come help me cook," came Yoongi's muffled, grumpy voice from the hall. "You've been asleep forever."

"Noooooo, five more minutes," you groaned loudly, laying back down.

"Wait, was that [y/n]?"

~~~~~

A large mug of coffee and a mimosa helped ease the pounding of your head - you couldn't get a hangover if you never sobered up, right? - and you sighed in relief.

"Ahhhh I needed this, thanks guys," you said from your seat at the kitchen island. The boys had expressly refused to let you help with brunch since you had worked on dinner, so you and Jin were supervising relaxing as the other boys cooked.

"So [y/n], did you finally get to experience that elusive oral orgasm?" drawled Yoongi from the stove. Everyone froze while he nonchalantly flipped a pancake.

"W-what?" Jungkook squeaked, staring wide-eyed at you. The glass he was filling was overflowing and orange juice was spilling onto the counter. Jin, usually quick to sense a mess, was also staring at you.

"What the fuck Yoongi, what happens in Never Have I Ever stays in Never Have I Ever," you groaned, hiding your face in your hands.

"You're the one who was in Hobi's bed this morning," he said with a shrug and an evil smirk. You wanted to strangle the little shit-stirrer.

"What?" That was Taehyung from the coffee pot. He looked between you and Hobi with eyes that lacked their characteristic twinkle. "But the day you moved in…"

"It wasn't like that!" Hobi screeched in embarrassment while you just let your forehead bang down on the island. Were you more annoyed by this situation, or the fact that Hobi seemed to find the idea of people assuming something happened between you so horrifying? "It's you guys' fault for making us watch such a scary movie!"

"Yeah guys, I legitimately just couldn't stomach the idea of being by myself," you explained, already over this conversation, and smiled gratefully when Taehyung poured you more coffee. He smiled back, that odd look in his eyes gone.

"Aww you should've slept with me," whined Jimin, coming up to hug you from behind. "You're wearing my PJs after all."

"Yeah except you're also one of the reasons why we watched it in the first place," you said, flicking him in the forehead.

"Didn't you vote for it too?" asked Namjoon, reading through the stupid fake art history essay you had spent more time on over the past week than your actual schoolwork.

"Joon, what is that?" asked Jin curiously, moving over to look over his friend's shoulder. You winced and put your head on the counter again.

"[Y/n]'s essay!" Namjoon chirped happily. "It's actually really good! I only have a couple suggestions for things you could add."

You kept your forehead down, not wanting to meet the eyes you felt boring into you from all over the kitchen. Besides Yoongi, no one had known you had actually gone that far, and you had hoped to keep it that way. You hadn't wanted anyone to know you were so lame and pathetic that you wrote an entire paper because Namjoon had smiled at you. This was actually worse than them thinking you had slept with Hobi.

"Uh, which essay is that exactly?" asked Jimin, looking at you (still face down at the island) then the rest of his housemates in consternation.

"The art history one she mentioned earlier this week," Namjoon explained, and you felt your face burn against the cool marble of the island. Hm, it had only been a few months. Maybe you could still move back in with your old roommate. "[Y/n], I'm really impressed you were able to put this level of detail into the work and still keep it down to eight pages!"

"Eight pages, huh?" You could hear the amusement in Yoongi's stupid, sexy voice.

Oh my fucking god, kill me now.

~~~~~

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Good Wives Club [3]

Lee Bodecker x Reader. 3rd POV. Word Count: 4.5k.

Spin-off to American Pie

Chapter Two || Chapter Four

Summary: It's been more than a year since she's escaped the ghost of her past but life is never fair to a girl like her. Lee doesn't care that she has a husband, a nice house, and sugary fake friends, he wants what's rightfully his.

Warnings (series): Cheating, smut, violence, housewife kink, period-typical misogyny, age gap (about a ten year difference), manipulation, dark themes all around. This chapter: oral (m receiving)

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"I know we only said we'd make cherry and peach preserves, but I also got strawberries and raspberries from the store!"

Y/n thought it would be harder to be in the Bodecker house after what happened the other night at dinner. It was humiliating and she didn't want to show her face around here. She also feared that Lee would be home. However, Florence called her the day after the dinner and asked her to come over to make those preserves Y/n talked about. Y/n tried to snake her way out of it, but she failed to come up with a lie. She felt weakened by Florence's attempts to be her friend. She didn't fully understand why the older woman was trying to be friends with a girl much younger than her. None of the other wives in her own neighborhood cared about making friends with Y/n, but for some reason Florence did.

While Florence's behavior was odd to her, Lou's behavior after the dinner stumped Y/n. He was cold towards her, and often with a stoic look on his face. Y/n didn't ask him what the problem was but she had guessed that it was because he found her lacking as a wife compared to Florence. She remembered how he made her fix his plate and how he hungrily went back for seconds, something that has never happened under their roof before. Her jealousy and insecurity made it harder for her to step into Florence's house. Lou's face lit up when Y/n mentioned going over to the Bodecker's house. Unbeknownst to her, Lou assumed that Lee had already spoken to Florence and she was going to start showing Y/n how to be a proper wife. The hassle of a divorce and starting over was out of the question, but he was not going to put up with Y/n's lackluster performance forever. Florence's friendship with Y/n was a blessing that fell into his lap; she was someone Y/n could model herself after.

"I found these jars that come with little ribbons at the store. I bought enough ingredients and jars to make some for Susie and Dan!"

Florence was very creative, as exhibited in how she decorated her home, how she dressed, and her cooking. She was home all day so she had to come up with some sort of hobbies for herself. Y/n thought about her own daily schedule and how she didn't busy herself with house work like Florence did. For a few seconds it made her feel a bit smut, like someone who has more of a sense of self and a personality that doesn't revolve around being a housewife. However, she has a different life now, and her life is being a housewife now. Being her own person isn't going to cut it when that's not what her husband wants and that's not what makes her friends. Her connections at Tecumseh were shallow because the men only wanted to fuck her for her looks, but this life in Brewer Heights is just as shallow but in different ways.

"You didn't have to buy all this stuff Florence...I feel bad you spent all that money on this."

"Nonsense! I was the one who asked you to do all this, and since you're the one teaching me, it was the proper thing to do!"

Florence's kindness made her sick. She has no reason to hate this woman and it's killing her inside. Florence is so nice and sweet in her face, and it makes all the stories Lee told her years ago about his wife seem false.

Fruit, three bags of sugar, and lemons littered the counter. Florence was expecting Y/n to be her teacher and guide her through this simple recipe, but every creek had Y/n on edge. She doesn't know what Lee's schedule is like these days, but she hoped he would be busy trying to break-up a party of rowdy teenagers.

They were making good progress, and alone, Florence wasn't that bad to be around. Y/n already had a hint of how good of a hostess she could be the other night, but one-on-one she was a bit nicer and what Y/n could only describe as "looser." There was no pressure being around Y/n because she wasn't anyone important in Florence's eyes. She didn't have to be "on" for a young girl who has a husband who complains about her.

"These would be good for a cobbler," Florence says while filling up jar number one of twelve, "do you make desserts for Lou often?"

Lee had told Florence about what Lou said as if it was hot gossip. It was out of character for him to indulge in "women's stuff" like that, but she thought the small smile and laugh was because of the tidbit he had for her.

"Sometimes, but he says he doesn't really like sweet stuff."

"Really? Lee can't keep his hands off of anything with sugar in. He's always sending me to the store for a new bag of candy. If you allow me to be honest for a second, Lee was drinking too much at one point," her voice got lower as if she was afraid of Lee walking in at any second and hearing his wife telling his business to a stranger, "it wasn't good for him; his health and his anger. Our doctor warned him about the problems it would cause if he continued drinking, especially since we were trying to conceive at the time. I was upset with him, but I had to stand by him like any good wife would. Candy and little treats was an easy solution. He cut back on his drinking drastically, and I'm glad I was able to help him."

Florence explains the story of Lee's trip to the doctor as if Y/n didn't know a thing about Lee and his habits. She knew about the attempts to quell his intake of alcohol, but he just became sneakier about it. He'd drink at Tecumseh and he'd drink a lot those rare nights he was at Y/n's old place. But, what she didn't know was that Lee and Florence were trying for a kid.

She feels like confessing her sins like she's talking to a pastor or God himself. She had no idea Florence wanted to be a mother. It never crossed her mind although it shouldn't be so surprising to learn that she wanted kids. Y/n wonders if she played a significant role in the two not having kids. Lee had told her that he didn't want kids, but it wouldn't be unlike him to lie to Y/n's face.

"I'm not interested in having a little brat. If my wife wants a kid then she can go get one of them little sad kids who get left behind by their parents."

He spoke with such disdain when the topic of having a child of his own came up, but here his wife was saying that they were trying for a kid. Confusion more so than guilt filled Y/n. She was distracted while Florence just went back to talk about something more lighthearted. Y/n was not expecting her to indulge something so personal despite not knowing each other for that long, however, nothing she could tell her would be humiliating like the other night.

"I'd love to have a few little ones," Florence said while stirring a pot of strawberries and sugar in a pot. Her voice was honeyed as she sighed. She was clearly lost in a moment of fantasy, "a boy that's a little Lee and a girl that looks like me would be perfect. Lee and his sister don't have the best relationship, but I'd imagine our son would be as protective over his little sister as Lee was with his sister."

It was clearly a dream that she longed for. She spoke about it like someone stuck in the wintery Midwest spoke about California. Y/n did not know what to say to her. She couldn't empathize with her, but she did sympathize with her. Lee was jerking her around too but in a much different, and maybe even more sinister, way.

"Have you and Lou talked about kids yet?"

"No. He's been worrying a lot about his business lately, and we're still adjusting to married life in Brewer Heights."

"Well. Your time will come soon I bet. Lou will come around, I promise you."

Her words sounded more like reassurance for herself instead of Y/n. Y/n herself was not fond of this subject because she wasn't even too thrilled about her own marriage. Marriage was a necessity for her, not a luxury like it might be for a woman like Florence. Having kids is the last thing on her mind right now.

"Shoot," Florence whispered in annoyance. She dropped the wooden spoon back into the pot, catching Y/n's attention.

"What is it?"

"We're out of sugar."

Y/n couldn't believe it. Florence had bought three, but maybe they used more than she expected. They weren't really using measuring cups, just eyeballing it like Y/n always does. Her mother used to be so strict about exact measuring but it all tasted the same to Y/n.

"I'm going to go run to the neighbors real quick. I'll be back!"

"Wait-"

Florence was exiting the kitchen and ultimately the house before Y/n could say anything further.

She was left alone in their house. A part of her wanted to go snooping around just to see what she could find. Lee probably keeps a stash of candy, and also some stronger alcohol than Florence allows him to have hidden somewhere. But she stays put and tends to the pot Florence was working on. She's already crossing the invisible line just being here, so the least she could do is respect her house.

The mix of peaches, lemon juice, and the rest of the sugar simmer in one of the large pots. The house is so still and quiet until she hears the front door opening.

She didn't make anything of it, and she waited for Florence to walk into the kitchen and start talking to her about something irrelevant. Instead it was quiet except for the sound of footsteps. The sound got louder as someone approached the kitchen. Y/n thought nothing of it, she was too concerned with the bubbling sweetness in the pot.

"Well you're not my wife."

It's not just the voice, but the hand on her hip that makes her jump and spin around to face the presence behind her. With the spoon still in her hand, remnants of the peach preserve flies off the wooden spoon and lands right on Lee's pants.

Lee was expecting to scare her, but he didn't expect for her to make a mess of him. The orangeish liquid was beginning to stain his pants and he snarled in contempt.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean-"

"Clean me off," his command boomed and made Y/n scramble to find the nearest napkin. She bent down to wipe off the stain until he stopped her, "uh-uh, get on your knees and do it."

There was no reason for her to kneel before him, but she listened anyway. Lee thought this was going to be way harder than he expected, but she's still an obedient little thing for him. His authority still scared her and she was quick to please him.

Seeing her down there reminded him of their fun times together. He hasn't stopped thinking about her since the night she popped back up into his life, with little ringlets in her hair and all dolled up. He never saw her like that before, actually clean for once, and with a bit of brightness in her eyes. He used to think that her being a whore for him was what attracted him the most to her, but seeing her look all sweet and innocent did something to him. It's all a ruse, but she wore the costume well. He jerked off in his cruiser the next night thinking about how soft and supple her skin looked. Knowing what she looked like under that dress made it easier to cum. He had looked up at the stars and wished that he could've come on that pretty face and ruined her make-up.

Now she's down on her knees in front of him, with that same pretty face and light make-up on. His hands rest on his hips to give off more of an authoritative look. She rubs at the stain which is placed perfectly near his crotch. Y/n is trying not to stare at it nor is she trying to acknowledge how his cock is getting hard. She continues to brush the napkin against it and throws his pants but she does it very slowly so as to not arouse him any further.

"On your knees...where you belong," he whispers.

Y/n dares to look up at him for a brief second and he's rolling a toothpick in his mouth. His chubbier cheeks look flushed from the brushing against his cock.

"You get on your knees like this for that husband of yours?" Y/n didn't answer which seemed to upset him, "I asked you a question girl."

"Sometimes," she answers meekly. She doesn't want to talk about her sex life with Lee because he'd just make fun of her about it. She knows he insecure deep inside and very possessive, he would not want to hear about one of his girls fucking another man anyway.

"Your husband told me you're not doing your little wifely duties. I thought I trained you better than that, cherry — thought I taught you how to be a good girl."

Her eyes finally met his. Lou had been telling Lee about the personal parts of their marriage? That man hates her; she's sure of it. Never was Lou one to indulge his personal business, so why did he confide in Lee? Was he hellbent on just humiliating her even more? How could someone who was sweet when taking her on nice dates betray her as her husband?

"I do my best-"

"Your best ain't good enough," Lee pauses to grab her hand to see what kind of progress she is making with the stain. It's faded, but still there, "you can't even clean me up properly. You should have known you couldn't hang with the big girls and get married. You're better off at that dump."

Lee was being awful to her and Y/n wanted to know what she did to warrant his verbal attacks. Was he upset about her disappearing from Tecumseh and leaving him lonely? Lee would never admit his true feelings to her, not when he's sober, and he'd definitely never show any vulnerability on purpose.

"Unbuckle my belt."

His commands are all too familiar. She feels like she's slipped right back into the past, right back into her old body, right back into her old life. She unbuckles his belt and notices that it's a new one, probably to accommodate his bigger size. She undoes his pants without any further instructions; she knows how to be a good whore for him. His cock springs free and lightly hits her jaw. She gasps at the impact and Lee chuckles at her.

"Don't act like you're scared of it," he taunts her.

She looks up at him as if she doesn't know what to do next. She's been in this position many times, with other men, but mostly with Lee.

She wraps her hand around his length and it's like she forgot how heavy he felt in her hand. He was so thick, she remembers how he used to stretch her out and fill her up in the back of his cruiser.

"That's it girl," he says. She's only slightly squeezing his cock but it feels so good. It's been a while since he's had someone stroking is cock, "you remember what to do, right? I know my favorite girl didn't lose her spark. You keep that husband of yours satisfied with your pretty mouth?"

"Yes."

"Well, you have to please him somehow."

Y/n was ashamed of the wetness between her legs. If he bent her over he could slip right into her with no problem. He was degrading her but her brain was wired after years of him to get wet at the harsh words he spews at her.

She starts to jerk him off which shuts him up. He doesn't seem to care where the hell Florence is or if she might catch them. Y/n on the other hand was a nervous wreck considering it. She stroked him faster than she usually would in his car. Back then they had all the time in the world and she would slowly stroke his cock, getting him all riled up and frustrated until he was taking it out on her poor pussy in the backseat.

“Put me in your mouth,” he moans.

He’s missed this. He’s missed her.

Her mouth was like wet silk around his cock. Florence was not fond of going down on him anymore, saying she found it a bit “unladylike” since they’ve been married for so long now. But, if there was one thing for sure, it’s always that Y/n will be willing to open her mouth for him, even with that ring on her finger.

“Good girl,” Lee coos at her. He pushed on the back of her head to force his cock further down her throat. She takes it like a pro, just like the whore he turned her into. “You’re going to make me cum girl.”

His balls slap against her chin as he lightly fucks her face. She can’t keep her eyes off of his face. Lou is not as expressive as Lee who is clearly lost in the pleasure of her tongue sliding against the underside of his cock and engulfing him in total warmth. She felt a little bit proud of herself seeing how she was able to make Lee look weak.

Y/n gagged on him when his cock hit the back of her throat. Tears stained the corners of her eyes as she began to gag on his length. Seeing them slide down her cheeks fueled his fire and he was on the verge of abusing her little mouth.

“Such a good fucking whore…letting me use that mouth of yours,” his voice was hoarse as he looked down upon her. She whimpered around him in response and her little cries vibrated against his cock.

Lee pulls out of her completely and roughly grabs her jaw. She gasps as he jerks his cock over her face. She panics over what she’s going to do if he ruins the make-up on her face and she goes back home with dried cum on her.

“Open your mouth.”

Mere seconds after Y/n parts her lips, Lee’s cum sputters out the tip of his cock. It splashes right on her tongue. She forgot that he cums so much. He kept jerking himself off to get every last drop out, completely emptying his balls.

Lee had to lean against the kitchen counter to catch his energy again. Y/n was still on her knees as she swallowed his cum. Some landed on her top lip and she had to lick it off. She was more turned on than she was fearful of the consequences of disobeying him or getting caught. She can’t lie to herself and say she was coerced because she gave in so easily to him.

“Stand up and pull your dress up.” He was still slightly panting. How could he be up for more?

“No,” Y/n says firmly. She stands up, but it’s only to straighten herself out.

Lee furrows his brow at her, not liking her defiance. Did she forget who she is just because she’s married?

“No? You don’t talk back to me, little girl.”

“I’m not having sex with you,” she says a bit louder. Her hope was that Florence would walk in at any moment and hear how her husband was talking to her new friend.

“You don’t have much of a choice.”

Lee pressed his chest against hers and placed his hands on either side of her on the counter, trapping her in. His appearance was daunting, but she had the audacity to draw the line on letting him fuck her. He already used her mouth, he should be happy about that and that alone.

“You don’t get to disobey.”

“What if Florence comes back? What if she sees us like this? I'll tell her about us all those years ago,” Y/n tries to sound threatening but Lee is laughing at her as she speaks, making her voice become weaker as she speaks.

"Like she'll believe you," he shot back, "and even if she does that woman ain't leavin' me. Your husband on the other hand...you're already hanging onto a thin rope. You'll be back at Tecumseh in a day. I'm surprised he didn't smell that place on ya, the stink never leaves."

He manages to turn her on one second and then demean her the next. She can’t help but wonder if she caused herself some bad luck. Did she cross a black cat? Did she piss someone off and they put a curse on her? She was steeped in her own personal hell for the last few months. Everyday was like walking on eggshells and waiting for the next humiliating experience. She would’ve thought that taking care of Lee and keeping him company during a rough time in his life would make him nicer to her, but he was still a mean man.

“I-I don’t want any problems Lee,” she began to beg. She wanted him to see her humility, maybe it would assuage him, “If you don’t want me to come around anymore, I won’t. I didn’t know Florence was your wife when I met her. I don’t want to make you upset. I’m sorry.”

That sad voice and soft eyes always got to him. The scowl on his face drops and he sighs in disappointment at himself. He wanted to have a little fun, scaring her a little in the process, but she looked to be in distress.

“You were always so sensitive cherry,” he teases her to save face, but he backs away from her. “You know I didn’t mean any harm by it. I’m just a bee buzzing around the hive, coming back for more honey.”

“Once a honeybee leaves, they never come back,” she says plainly.

Lee was trying to make things light hearted after upsetting her, but she just wouldn’t get that sad look off of her face. He’ll only admit it to himself, never her, that he was upset when she disappeared on him. He is not used to not having a say in things. He didn’t make the decision to end things, she did, and that pissed him off. He did think he was going to see her again though, but he thought it would be because she got caught hooking, or worse, she was found dead somewhere. The mental image of her dead body somewhere in a ditch or at an abandoned motel room would make him shiver. He was angry with her for not letting him protect her, but how much can a married man protect his whore?

"Florence mentioned your sister...how is she?"

Y/n was now the one trying to save face and change the topic. She felt burned by Lee and disgusted with herself. She wanted to think about something else other than how she got down on her knees without a fight.

"Sandy is...Sandy."

Y/n is honestly surprised that she's still alive. One day Sandy came to work and the next day she stopped. Y/n wondered if Carl had ever killed her or sold her off to someone. Sandy had told her some wild shit one night when she was drunk. She even showed Y/n a photo that Carl had "staged" with Sandy modeling over a man who was pretending to be dead. The photo creeped Y/n out so much that she never spoke of it again. She wondered if Lee knew about what kind of photography his brother-in-law was into, but she never brought it up to him, she never wanted to think about that photo again.

After all this time between the two of them, Florence finally arrived with the sugar.

“It seems like no one in the neighborhood buys sugar anymore — Lee! How long have you been here? Are you home for a break?”

“Yea, just decided to swing by the house real quick only to find Y/n here in the kitchen.”

“She’s showing me her family’s fruit preserve recipe, isn’t that sweet!”

“Yea that is sweet, Flo. Y/n was just telling me how Lou called her before I got here and she needs to get back home. A family emergency, right Y/n?”

Florence looked confused, but ultimately she felt sympathetic towards whatever the problem may be, “oh no, I hope everything is okay! I can finish up on my own, you were a good teacher Y/n. I’ll make sure Lee drops some off someday this week.”

“Thank you Florence,” Y/n isn’t sure why she’s going along with Lee’s lie, but she can’t even look the lady straight in the face after sucking her husband off. Florence hugged her and it only made her feel worse.

“I’ll take her home,” Lee volunteered. Y/n didn’t protest, she had no fight left in her. She just wanted to go home to her husband.

-

Y/n noticed that Lee was taking the long way to her house. He wasn’t saying anything to her so she wondered why he was doing that? He was quiet, a bit somber even. Y/n could never get a clear picture of Lee even when he was drunkenly spilling his feelings to her. He always left her feeling dazed and confused. Lou was always so straightforward that Y/n rarely had to guess how he was feeling. She was beginning to grow more appreciative of that trait of his after being reminded of how moody Lee can be. Yet something about Lee is still so intoxicating. He still manages to make her legs shake and her head spin.

He finally arrives at Y/n’s house and he stops in front of the house instead of pulling into the driveway. Y/n gives him a quiet “thank you” and unclicks her seatbelt. There is nothing more that she can say to him, but Lee grabs her arms, forcing her to look back at him.

"You go on in and be a good wife, okay? For me, okay?"

Y/n nods her head obediently. Her eyes moved across his face and over his pink lips, observing how his bottom lip sticks out a little bit. She wants to kiss him, but she’s done enough damage today. She slips out of his cruiser without saying another word.

Lee knows he's got her.

[piratesfromspace]

Christmas Gift (Druig x Makkari x Reader)

Druig (Eternals) x Makkari (Eternals) x Reader Gender-neutral and bisexual Reader

Word count: 1k Rated: Mature

Druig has a gift for you, a very special gift... Merry Christmas!

CW: mention of food, kissing, implied smut

MASTERLIST

“What do you want for Christmas, Druig?” “You mean for the birth of Sol Invictus?” You roll your eyes. “Seriously, Druig? I thought we already got over this. Instead of lecturing me about the history of pagan celebrations, just indulge me and tell me what you would like? Pleeeease?” “I don’t really need anything. Except maybe that leather jacket of yours. I like it.” “Druig, that’s not how gifts work for fuck sake…” He just grins at you with that stupid handsome face of his, and you can’t bother to stay mad.

*****

Christmas is getting close and while you will not give him your leather jacket - he managed to steal it in the meantime anyway - you’ve finally found a few ideas, thanks to Makkari. Druig and her, they’re close, they’re cute and they’re definitely fucking each other. You were a bit jealous at first, because you were afraid you were not enough for Druig, but you guess you can’t really compete with a friendship and romance spanning over millennia when you’ve only known him for a year or two. And the fact is, you like Makkari. She’s kind, and whip-smart, and hilariously funny. And she’s also beautiful. The kind of timeless beauty that makes you stare at her with awe and gives you the feeling you’re blessed just breathing the same air she does. Ok, maybe you like her a lot. Like, a lot a lot. I don’t know, is it gay to want to kiss the very hot girlfriend of your boyfriend?

Well, maybe. And maybe, you’re not very subtle about your feelings. You’re actually too confused to be sly about it.

*****

Christmas is just a couple days ahead, and Druig didn’t bother to ask what you wanted, even discreetly. You know the celebration doesn’t really hold any meaning for him, he has seen thousands of those, has known the dozens of names the day has been called across the civilizations. But still, it makes your heart ache just a little bit, because it’s one of your favorite times of the year. The small lights everywhere, the emerald greens and the joyous reds, the smell of cinnamon and roasted chestnuts: you like it more than anything - maybe even more than the Halloween season, but you would not admit it even on your deathbed.

*****

Then, on December 23rd, as you make a pause in between the cooking of two batches of gingerbread, Druig appears on the doorstep of your kitchen, his signature mischievous grin plastered on his face.

“Looking for something Druig?” “Yeah. I’m hungry.” he says, eyes racking your body. You don’t need him to elaborate to understand what really hides behind his hunger .

He comes closer, cornering you against the counter, reaching behind you to grab whatever sugary treat lies there. You should protest, tell him he must wait before you’re done with the baking and everyone is here before he eats the results of your hard work. But it’s hard to form words when he’s shamelessly pressing against you, his tongue peaking out to lick the sugar left on his plush lips.

His thumb swipe on your cheek to erase the smear of icing sugar you unknowingly left there while mixing the dough. Gosh you want him. To hell with gingerbread . You crash your lips against his, and he happily responds to your messy kiss. He tastes like sugar and spice and joy. But as you expect him to haul you on the counter and take you here and there, he withdraws a bit from your embrace. His hot breath fans on the shell of your ear when he whispers against you “I have a gift for you. And I think it’s best if you receive it today, even if I know it’s not Christmas yet.”

Your heart bursts with incredulous warmth. He did plan a gift for you? He actually cares? At this point, no matter what he got you, you’ll be grateful.

He winks at you, grabs your hand and leads you out of the kitchen of the big house you’re currently sharing and in the corridor leading to his room. He stops in front of the closed door, and grabs your face, his gaze suddenly a bit nervous. “It’s a very nice gift, but if you don’t want it, it’s okay. Promise you’ll tell me?” You give him a curious look, not really understanding why he’s so cautious all of a sudden. “Promise?” he goes again. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll promise Druig.” Gosh it’s hard not to kiss him again, because with his warm hands cradling your cheeks and his mesmerizing eyes on you, you’re positively beaming with need.

His usual delightful sneaky glint is back in his eyes and he opens the door of his room. There are candles on every surface, casting a cosy glow on the huge bed right in front of you. And on his bed, laying on crisp white sheets, is Makkari. Makkari wearing nothing but lacy red lingerie, thigh-high white socks and a Santa hat lined with fuzzy fur. It’s cheesy and all, but you can’t deny that the reds and the creamy whites look really good on her golden skin. And wtf?? why is Makkari here?? In her underwear?

“Merry Christmas” she signs with a wide smile, as your jaw drops open. Druig is at your back, his hands on your waist. “Merry Christmas dear, hope you like your present.” he whispers in the crook of your neck before starting to pepper kisses there. Your brain is having a moment, and you try desperately to come up with a coherent sentence when Makkari graciously raises from the mattress to reach for you. Your face is on fire, from the surprise of what just happened and the anticipation of what’s to come. From the uncertainty it’s not just a stupid joke and from the burning desire racing through your blood. She places a delicate hand on your cheek.

“What… Are you…” but your stutter is soon shushed by the soft lips of Makkari on yours. The way you answer the kiss, bold and fierce, leaves you amazed. Well, looks like it’s not a joke. You gather her in your arms, and she’s warm and pliant against you, and you can’t help but moan in her mouth. She draws back just a little and lets out a sweet happy laugh. She’s so pretty you understand why Druig has been in love with her since the beginning of time.

“So, how is the gift?” she signs, while Druig is still busy nipping at the tender flesh of your shoulder. “Best. Christmas. Ever” you answer before diving right back to kissing her.

[bonbonthedragon]

Meeting You Changed Me (2)

Dad!bakugou x fem!reader

A series

Summary: When Bakugou leaves an ugly divorce, leaving him as a single dad he never can imagine himself finding love again, not when he was never actually in love. People manipulate and lie and he can’t trust anyone but those close to him and now protect what he has left. But maybe...just maybe he can give her a chance.

Warnings: cursing, future spoilers of manga prob, future angst, future possible smut, tooth rotting fluff

Series Masterlist

2

“Daddy?”

Bakugou grumbled, eyes slowly opening from sleep as they went in to focus in front of him. It was way too dark but the figure standing was so short he knew who it was “Hey buddy” he said gently, hand going out to ruffle his matching blond locks “what’s up?”

The boy whimpered quietly, his hands going to steady himself on the bed and he peeked over. He was fairly short considering how tall the Kingcal bakugou slept on, so it was cute that he was just about eye level with the thing. Tatsumi fisted the sheets, going on his tippy toes and bouncing slightly.

“Come ‘er” bakugou grunted, reaching over just enough to scoop the child up and pull him onto the bed. Tatsumi shuffled into the space his father gave him, going under the covers and situating himself to be as close as possible. Bakugou pulled him in, throwing the comforter back over and an arm over his son. Reaching over to the night stand he grabbed his phone, the bright screen making his eyes squint. 6:43. He sighed, but a small smile threatened to find his lips. That’s the longest Tatsumi has stayed in his own bed without needing his dad. He found himself squeezing the kid just a bit tighter in his hold.

“Bad dream?”

Tatsumi shook his head. “Cougn’t go ‘ack to sssleep” his small voice mumbled.

The blond hummed, rubbing the little ones back “want breakfast?”

The child’s head popped up from his fathers chest so fast bakugou thought the kid might get whiplash. His big eyes looked up at him expectingly, like the boy just saw AllMight himself, he has, and this was his exact same reaction. Bakugou snorted, here we go, he’s going to ask- “fench’ toas’!”

Bakugou rolled his eyes playfully “of course kid.”

Tatsumi nearly jumped out of the bed and bakugou had to catch him before he fell off. Talk about an early morning wake up. He wiggled in bakugou’s hold, cheering and chanting ‘French toast’ but with his inability to say his r’s or t’s correctly. He was too damn cute.

Throwing the covers off he got out of bed, a now very energetic child in arms as he made his way down the hall of the large apartment. Pictures still hung along the walls of the once...”happy” family. He didn’t dare look at them, but the hero kept them up for the kid, cause he’d be damned if that conversation came up just yet. It was too soon.

“fench’ toas’! fench’ toas’! fench’ toas’!”

Bakugou chuckled as he turned on the stove, placing the pan over and pulling out the bowls. As he went to the fridge, he set Tatsumi on the counter where he swung his legs happily. He handed Tatsumi an egg, to which he cracked messily on the edge of the bowl, but he got no shell in. Even so, he left him with the job knowing he would at least wipe it up with a wet towel. Bakugou went and made bacon and let that cook while he took the half attempt mixed egged from Tatsumi and finished them, patting some sugar and cinnamon in before dipping it in the bred and setting them on the sizzling pan.

He finished up and set his son down to go sit as he made him a plate. Bakugou set the dish of syrup drenched French toast touched with powdered sugar and strawberry’s with a side of bacon in front of the boy. Tatsumi dug in and bakugou joined him, enjoying to sugary treat. Since the kid was born he took to liking sweeter things, finding himself letting him have snacks and sweets, but of course not unless he ate something nutritious too. Mornings were great exceptions since he loved French toast and cereal so much. Helped that he loved fruit too.

Just as he finished he heard his door knob jiggled, the door opening to see his even taller friend. Kirishima stood at the entrance, closing the door behind him and putting away his shared key. Tatsumi whipped around and his little eyes lit up.

“Uncle Kiripima!” He yelled. Just before he jumped out of his seat bakugou caught him and grabbed his hands, wiping off the sticky syrup with a wet cloth before he ran head on into the red.

“Little man!” Kirishima smiled, the impact of the little one nothing to him as he scooped him up and hugged him. Another thing bakugou got more used too, physical affection. Kioko hated it so he took it on himself to provide Tatsumi that love, damn woman wouldn’t even pay attention to her own child. He growled just thinking about it.

“What’s up, man” kirishima came walking up, Tatsumi on his shoulders still stuck in his pajamas while he awed at his friends long hair.

He grunted “not much, got up and made breakfast.”

“We had fench’ toas’!” Tatsumi smiled, leaning on kirishima like a dramatic show opera.

“Oooo sounds yummy”

“Where’s raccoon eyes?” Bakugou huffed

“Mina? Oh she took a night shift, so she’s passed out in bed still”

He grunted again “speaking of sleep,” a smirk found it way to the ash-blonds lips “oi tell yer’ uncle what you did”

Tatsumi grinned wide “I- I stayed in m’ bed all by mehself!”

“All night.” Katsuki added and crossed his arms victoriously “only woke me up once for water and crawled in my bed at 6:30”

Kirishima gave the little boy a big smile, pinching his cheek playfully from above “little dude! That’s awesome! Look at you growing up!”

“Y-yup! Ima-ima big boy!” He shouted, making the red laugh “gonna grow up and- and- and beat up bad guys jus’ like dada!”

“You fuckin’ tell em’.” Bakugou nodded. Tatsumi giggled as he was let down, staying next to kirishima and holding onto his pant leg. “His quirk should hopefully be poppin up soon. I was an early bloomer so maybe he will be too.”

“Wouldn’t doubt it. He is literally mini you”

That made the hero smirk, but it quickly faltered “uh...I gotta talk to you about...” his gaze went to his kid and he hesitated “Kioko...” Kirishima became more serious and bakugou got Tatsumi’s attention “hey squirt, go find something to wear in your room.”

Tatsumi’s eyes went wide at this new found opportunity, knowing his father never let him dress himself. So he nodded and ran down the hall, yelling a little “yay!” As he heard his dresser drawers open violently.

“Ah...” bakugou watched him go down the hall before sitting back down “so Kioko wants to move to the States with her new boy toy.” He grumbled

“What?” Kirishima’s brows furrowed “what about custody? She doesn’t expect you to move too, does she?”

The blond rolled his eyes. “She doesn’t want custody, non. She doesn’t give a shit about him, never has so I’m not necessarily surprised. Said she’s coming back here to get the rest of her things and movin next week.”

“Next week!? What about Tatsumi? What did the judge have to say?”

“Nothin’.” He scoffed “the court didn’t care because I’m the only financially stable one and plus I’m a hero on the top charts, they see me as giving him the best protection. Don’t get me wrong, I’m worried about how Tsumi’ is going to react but he hasn’t complained one bit since she left. She comes by to grab shit and doesn’t give him a second glance, he doesn’t even pay attention to her either. Hell, he doesn’t even talk to her or about her. So I’m hoping that this will go a lot smoother.”

“But he’s still loosing his mother” kirishima frowned

Bakugou sighed and rest his elbows on the table, pinching the bridge of his nose “yeah yeah I know that.”

Kirishima looked worryingly at his friend “ya know man no one blames you. I hope you know that. This is all just...a difficult situation.”

That made bakugou’s minds flash back to that woman at the court house.

“But look what you got out of it” her voice faded

“That’s the thing, I can’t even be mad because I’m so grateful. I don’t know what I’d do without the kid cause he’s my whole damn life. Damn that lady was right” he mumbled the last part

“What lady?”

“Nothin’.”

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[justice4canyonmoon]

I don't know if you're comfortable with this, but could you write something about fingering Harry for the first time and he really likes it and is moaning like crazy?

I originally was going to try and make this really short, but sub! harry is my favorite Harry, so it turned into a full on one-shot! I hope this is good for you!

Warnings: smut!!!! anal fingering (m receiving), oral sex (m receiving), sub! harry

WC: 1.5k

You being dominant wasn’t anything new. Whenever one of yours and Harry’s sexual escapades ended in you taking control, you both absolutely loved it. You spanked him, tied him up, edged him, called him a dirty whore, and rode him until he cried. But there was still something the two of you had never tried before.

Harry had been curious about this for a long time. One of his friends talked about how much he loved being pegged, and Harry began to wonder if he would like the feeling. He did a little research into it, even googling about male sex toys, but the strap-ons and butt plugs seemed a little too scary to him yet. He figured he should probably see if he actually liked the feeling first before he bought any of those things.

Harry brought up the topic at dinner one night. The two of you had a natural lull in conversation, and he worked up the courage to mention it.

“Darlin’, I’ve got somethin’ I need t’ ask y’.”

You put your fork down and looked at him expectantly, not totally sure where he was going with this.

He swallowed, “Have y’ ever, ehm, pegged someone? Or enjoyed doin’ it?”

You had honestly secretly been hoping he’d ask this for a while. You wanted him to be the one to bring it up so that you knew he was comfortable with the idea.

“Yes, I have. You want me to do it to you?”

“Well, sort of,” he explained, “I dunno how ready I am f’ the whole shebang since ‘ve never done it before, but I was thinkin’ maybe y’ could finger me? Just to see how it feels?”

You smiled, “Sure, baby. We can give it a try.”

Harry returned your smile, his cheeks turning a soft shade of crimson as he returned to eating the shrimp scampi you two had cooked together.

A few days later, you got the chance to try it. You could tell he was nervous, so you took your time stripping him down and pressing sweet, reassuring kisses to his lips. You had him lay on the bed and you followed, straddling his waist and continuing to kiss him, hoping to try and quell some of his nerves. You proved unsuccessful, however; when you pulled back and grabbed the lube, you could see him trembling. You faltered, not wanting to rush into things if he wasn’t ready.

“Are you sure you want this, Harry?” you asked softly.

He looked up at you, eyes slightly wide, “Y-yeah. ‘M sure. Jus’ a bit nervous, ‘s all.”

“Okay, but if you change your mind at any time, tell me. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” you told him.

“I will, promise,” he replied.

Happy with his response, you leaned down and kissed his forehead before trailing light kisses down his neck and chest. You weren’t planning on touching his nipples at all, but when you saw how hard they were, you took one into your mouth and tugged gently. He whimpered as you pinched its twin, rolling the nub between your fingers. You smirked, licking both of his nipples to soothe the pain before continuing your descent, pressing sloppy kisses to his abdomen until you reached his cock. You licked at the head, relishing in the whine that fell from his lips.

“Gonna suck your cock for a little to make sure you’re nice and relaxed. That sound good, honey?” you murmured.

He nodded vigorously, but a squeeze to his thigh reminded him to answer verbally, “Y-yes. Sounds s’ good.”

“That’s my good boy,” you whispered, before pushing just the head of his cock between your lips.

He moaned softly, threading his fingers into your hair; though he tugged, he knew better than to try and make you take more. The only time he’d tried that, you’d spanked him so hard he couldn’t sit the next day. You smirked at the sound, teasingly swirling your tongue around the tip, collecting the pre-cum that had begun to leak out. Soon, you took a little bit more, sinking about halfway down on his cock. You looked up at his face, but were unhappy when you saw that his eyes were squeezed shut.

You squeezed his thigh again and pulled off of his cock, “Eyes open. Want you to look at me while I’m making you feel good.”

His eyes snapped open, his forest green eyes meeting yours, “‘M sorry. I’ll keep ‘em open, promise.”

“That’s a good boy,” you crooned.

Satisfied, you swiftly took him back in your mouth, wanting to make him both as comfortable and as turned on as possible before you pushed your fingers into him. You could hear desperate whines from above you as your nose brushed his pelvis, and you thought that now might be the best time, so he didn’t cum before you even got a chance to get started.

You pulled off of him again and asked, “Are you ready, baby?”

“‘M ready,” he confirmed.

Though you could tell he was still a bit nervous, he was definitely more relaxed than before, which was a good sign. You pulled back slightly to lube up your fingers, then leaned back in and licked a stripe up his cock. You took him back into your mouth, and he gasped softly when he felt your lube-covered finger circling his rim. You looked up at him, and he nodded at you, giving you the go-ahead. So, you slowly and gently pushed your index finger inside of him. You expected him to tell you it hurt, tense up, or maybe let out some soft noises of pleasure.

You didn’t expect the guttural moan that he released.

You smirked to yourself around his cock. He fucking loved it. You thought he would, but hearing it made satisfaction hum through your veins.

“F-fuck, b-baby. It feels s’ fuckin good. P-please move,” he begged.

With his consent, you moved your finger inside of him, relishing in the breathy moans he was making. His eyes had screwed shut again, though, and you couldn’t have that. You stilled your finger inside of him and pulled off of his cock again.

“Didn’t I tell you to keep your eyes open?”

Immediately, his eyes opened again, “Fuck, ‘m sorry. Jus’ felt s’ good, I couldn’t help m’self. Promise I’ll keep ‘em open, jus’ please don’ stop. Please.”

You maintained steady eye contact as you crooked your finger inside of him. He moaned loudly again, but managed to keep his eyes open. You didn’t take him back into your mouth, now knowing how much he enjoyed taking your fingers.

“Gonna add another finger, is that okay, baby?”

He nodded wildly, “Please, please, please!”

You chuckled softly, “My baby boy is a little eager now, isn’t he?”

You wanted to tease him a little bit, but decided to leave that for next time. This was new for him, and you didn’t want to overwhelm him. So, you relented and pushed your middle finger in to join your pointer, and he squeaked in pleasure. His hips ground down onto your fingers, almost of their own accord, as he cried out. You pumped your fingers in and out of him, gentle praises falling from your lips as he took you. When you crooked both of your fingers inside of him again, a stream of curses escaped his lips. If his sugary sweet moans didn’t tell you how much he was enjoying this, the way his hole was clenching around your fingers did. His cock was throbbing, and you could tell that he was close as his moans turned into pants.

“S’ c-close. P-please, may I c-cum? Need t-to s’ bad,” Harry begged, confirming your suspicions.

You nodded, bringing your free hand up to tug at his cock, “Go ahead, my love. You’ve been such a good boy, you earned it.”

That’s all it took for him to cum. His release coated your hand as he moaned your name, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. You stroked his cock through his high, milking every drop.

“That’s my good boy. Look so pretty when you cum for me, Harry,” you praised, smirking at the keening sound he released at your words.

When he came down from his orgasm, you slowly removed your fingers from his hole. He whimpered softly at the newfound emptiness, already missing your fingers. You smiled and gently brushed some stray curls from his forehead, peppering sweet kisses all over his face.

“Well, guess I liked it,” Harry remarked with a dopey smile on his face.

You giggled, “Guess so. Glad you did, I’ve honestly wanted to do this with you for a while. Wanted you to bring it up, though, so I knew you’d be comfortable with it.”

“‘M definitely a bit more than ‘comfortable,’ love,” he murmured, sounding exhausted.

But then, he looked up at you with wide eyes, “‘Y didn’ cum yet, baby.”

“I can take care of it myself, Har. Know I tired you out,” you replied.

He shook his head stubbornly, “No. If ‘m here, ‘m making y’ cum. Sit on my face, love.”

And you couldn’t find it in yourself to refuse.

[inaflashimagine]

The Sweetest Moment (ii)

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Baker!F!Reader

WC: 2.2k (I got carried away oop)

Warnings: NSFW smut. food date! unprotected sex, food play, fingering, nipple play, oral (receiving), praise kink

A/N: Thank you for the love in part 1! This can be read as a standalone/without needing to read pt 1 (which is sfw and pure fluff)

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“I thought you were going to help me with baking.”

Your attempt to sound annoyed, however, was futile, as you felt a certain someone nuzzle you from behind, his warm breath tickling your neck. It took all of your might to focus on whisking the heavy cream in front of you instead of the tall man hugging you.

“I am! I offer the best moral support there is. And the curry is still cooking.”

Before you could retort, a lingering kiss was placed on your collarbone, a shiver running down your spine while you increasingly became aware of the sturdy arms that wrapped around your waist.

Gosh, Gojo Satoru was going to be the death of you.

Gulping, you turned to face the culprit, his crooked smirk informing you that he just knew the alluring effect he had on you, even after months of dating.

You lifted the whisk from the bowl you were holding and pointed it in his direction. “Great, now offer your taste buds.”

Chuckling, Gojo stared right at you as he slowly licked the whipped cream from the beater, those cool sky-blue eyes causing your body to burst into flames. His grip on your hips loosened as he began playing with the hem of his your black shirt, the clothing so large that it protected your pant-less legs from the cold and his itching fingers.

You suddenly felt parched, your throat as dry as the Sahara, after he hummed in approval, already allowing himself to another tasting.

While you anticipated this baking night to be a continuation of the lazy day you shared with him earlier, filled with cuddling and soft kisses, the coiling sensation in your belly was urgently signaling a different message to your brain. Especially as you marveled at the sight of his tongue swirling around the wire loops, making sure he didn’t forget a single spot.

“Did you hear me?”

You blinked, broken out of a trance but already feeling yourself being pulled back in by those mischievous orbs. “W-what?”

His grin only widened as he dipped his fingers into the whipped cream, using his free hand to take the whisk and bowl from you and setting them on the counter before he told you to open your mouth. “It needs more vanilla, would the baker agree?”

You quickly accepted the invitation, welcoming his digits as your tongue twisted around them, savoring the sugary taste. Gojo whispered a soft “Fuck” as he pressed further into your mouth, eliciting a soft gag from you. He reluctantly pulled back despite enjoying the popping sound your lips produced when he left.

He glanced at his fingers before putting them in his own mouth and sending you a wink, lightly accusing you of “Missing a tiny bit.”

You rolled your eyes and took some of the whipped cream from the bowl before slathering it over his nose and those full lips. “Let me try again, then.”

Gojo smiled as you pecked both cheeks before gently licking his nose, adopting a painstaking pace as you slowly trailed down to his lips. Unable to wait any longer, he desperately licked your own lips after you tenderly kissed him, eagerly hoping to repeat his earlier taste test.

He stole your shallow breaths as his tongue clashed with yours, hungrily exploring every bit of your crevice that his fingers overlooked. Not even falling out of rhythm, Gojo lifted your ass and placed you on the kitchen island, your legs locking his torso and your arms around his neck while his towering body kept you caged in.

With every kiss, you relished the mixture of honey and vanilla exploding your taste buds and quenching your thirst. You didn’t even notice the raising of your shirt, a large pair of hands under it running up and down your shuddering body until a cold, airy sensation on one of your breasts made you shriek.

“‘Toru!” you gasped, breaking away from the kiss to glare at his cheeky expression. “Don’t tell me that was–”

“–whipped cream? I would never!” His simultaneous lie and smearing of the chilly substance on your other breast only caused you to squeal.

“Don’t use it all up, or we can’t make the kikufuku! And I promised to give Yuji some.”

But your resolve began to fade when he continued to knead your mounds as if he was a baker shaping dough, creating his next masterpiece. “The kid will live. Besides, I want to have an early dessert.”

Gojo silenced your last protest as he engulfed you in another searing kiss. His hands wandered to the bottom of your shirt only to rapidly remove it, the sudden exposure to the crisp air causing your bare body to crave Satoru’s warmth, to inch closer and be surrounded by it like a blanket.

Your hand reached for his crotch, a devious idea creeping into your mind as you glanced at the bowl filled with the white cream. I’ll show him who’s boss.

Yet the opposite occurred as he pushed you downward, back against the granite counter.

“Tsk, I thought I was the moral support for today,” he teased, lightly gripping your throat as his other hand grabbed the whipped cream. “Let’s be a good girl, now, don’t make me regret this.”

You could only softly groan as he lathered more of the cream on your breasts, squeezing them before diving down to lick one clean while fondling the other.

His sporadic pace drove you insane, a frustration you took out on his hair. Initially, his tongue lazily and slowly twirled around your breasts as if he were a kitten hesitantly trying milk. He’d then switch to rapidly tracing you over as if scouring for hidden treasure, hoping that with every fast lick the fluffy clouds would disappear so the gold could be unearthed.

When the white streaks were completely wiped, he dawdled over one mound before he began sucking on your nipple, making sure your other one wasn’t neglected as he pinched and tugged the bud. Hearing your moans whenever he applied more pressure or bit your tip was music to his ears, encouraging him to continue conducting and keep those notes in play.

He could sense your bliss but impatience when he began to slow down, helping you take off his long sleeve shirt that you were attempting to pry off on your own. As he straightened and threw the cloth on the floor, you ogled his sculpted body, your hands greedily running over his abs and absorbing any of the remaining heat before the air took it from you.

Just as you were about to place some of the cream on his torso, ready to gift him the same experience he graciously gave you, he simply shook his head and laughed, holding you down again as he covered your stomach with the last of the whipped cream.

“Hey! Why didn’t you let me–”

“Because you’re too slow,” Gojo joked, his eyes softening upon seeing your peeved face. “Awww, is someone mad at me?”

“At least let me–”

“Nope!” he remarked, popping the ‘p’ before swallowing your grumbles with another chaste peck, sharing the same breaths as your foreheads touched. “Let me pamper you tonight.” Another kiss. “You’ve been such a good girl for me this week, waiting for me and my souvenirs while I was away on business. Let me treat my princess.”

He covered your mouth as he placed more kisses down your neck and trailed down to your belly, licking every remaining white wisp until he reached the soaked, darkened fabric that prevented him from completely ravishing you at that moment.

“You’re always so wet for me, my pretty little lady,” he cooed, leaving a sloppy kiss on your inner thigh. He slapped the band of your underwear against your skin before stroking your covered area, the action making you whimper.

“D-don’t be mean,” you exhaled, unable to control your racing heart.

You were glad that this date was at Gojo’s place, as his kitchen island certainly had more than enough space to spread your trembling thighs. The heat in your core only increased as he inched closer to your entrance, lightly nipping at the fabric.  

“You call it mean, I call it much-needed prep.” He idly removed the garment as he smirked at you. “We both know you barely take me in. We need to make sure you’re ready for The Strongest.”

“You cocky bastar–”

The sentence couldn’t even be finished, stars clouding your vision as he parted your slick folds and slipped inside, Gojo gleefully laughing at how easily your velvety walls wrapped around his finger.

“You can call me a bastard all you want, but your little dripping cunt can’t lie to me.”

After a few quick strokes he deftly inserted another finger and slightly curled them to hit your sweet spot, his scrapes against your walls resulting in a litany of whimpers. For good measure, he switched to scissoring to stretch you out, slowly consumed by the thought of how sweet your juices coating his digits must taste.

This growing urge caused him to withdraw from your needy hole and swipe his fingers clean, both of you releasing a groan at his move.

“That’s better than whipped cream by far,” he proclaimed.

You had no idea how much of an effect you had on him, just the thought of you pinned under him enough to overwhelm his senses. There was no way you were just a baker, because you must have some sorcerer blood in you to hold such power over him...

The realization terrified him, but Gojo was irrevocably addicted to your sweetness, his tongue craving more even if that meant leaving you completely dry.

He dove in to lick your leaking abused lips, then alternating between sucking your clit and rubbing harsh circles on the swollen tissue as he kissed you fervently, wanting to show you just how delicious you were.

Your fluttering eyes, coupled with your hitched whines and constantly writhing body made him painfully aware of his hardened, throbbing cock. Although he just wanted to treat you tonight, he knew it was a presence he could no longer ignore.

Satoru didn’t even have to announce this to you as your perceptive eyes already registered it, your devilish smirk contrasting with your angelic pleading orbs as you whispered into his ear, biting the shell.

“Satoru, please cum inside me.”

Gojo failed to suppress his eager groan, already pulling down his pants and briefs while you sat up closer to the edge of the counter. You pumped his long shaft while you admired the bulging veins, the action making him hiss out a, “Such a good girl” as he positioned the head of his cock at your hole.

Your arms and one of your legs held onto his back while he gripped your neck, both your heart and walls clenching upon seeing Gojo’s open-mouthed expression of delight as he plunged in. As he sank deeper your cunt eagerly welcomed him, desperate to be completely filled.

“You’re taking me in so well, sweetie,” beamed Gojo, his dazzling smile accompanied with each quickening thrust causing your toes to curl. “It’s only right to make you cum first, to satisfy my greedy princess.”

Each push against your cervix washed you in a wave of pleasure and it wasn't long until Gojo discovered the best angle to ram his hips into you, your moans becoming an octave higher as he started to rub your pulsating clit.

“S-satoru, that feels so so good.” You tried to grind against him, begging for more friction. “F-faster…”

“Yeah? Want me to go faster?”

“P-please!”

“Can you even handle that, sweetheart?”

Your eyes were rolling into the back of your head but you could already picture that dumb, smug smile. Your senses became too electrified to even smack him, but there was no need to since he followed your command, closing the already-small intimate gap between you as he rapidly picked up the pounding, the slapping sounds echoing throughout his kitchen.

“You’re doing so great,” he praised as you trapped him in a heated kiss. “I’m so proud of my pretty little girl.”

It suddenly hit you like a tidal wave, a white-hot sensation exploding throughout your body as Gojo wickedly grinned at the wondrous sight of your arched back. Your shrieks were one of the most blissful sounds he’d heard and with a few more sloppy thrusts he replayed it in his mind while his juices flooded you.

Grunting and instantly exhausted, Gojo pulled out, admiring the mess he made in your leaking hole before enveloping you in a series of much softer kisses, making sure to shower you with corny compliments. When the pacing began to quicken and increase in intensity yet again, you backed away, your nose suddenly cognizant of a peculiar scent.

“Satoru?”

“Hm?” His muffled sounds against your neck would’ve tickled you if it weren’t for the panic building in your chest as you stared at the gray smoke around the stovetop.

“The curry is burning! I thought you put it to simmer!”

“Oh, crap!”

_

Ten minutes later and after putting out a potential fire, the two of you still without clothes and now without dinner, Gojo chuckled nervously at your murderous aura.

“Well, at least we had dessert!”

“Gojo Satoru…”

“Please don’t hurt me, I have to take care of three kids. Let’s just get take-out!”

Yup, the crazy killer eyes you were sending him was definitely sufficient evidence that you were a sorcerer in another life.

[thefanbasewhore]

The Apology Bath

Summary | after being on the run, Bucky can't help but notice the difference in you. He intends to make it better.

Warning | (18+) suggestive content, DNI minors, implied smut, soft Bucky then a lil dominant Bucky

Paring | Bucky Barnes x female reader

Side note | I've had writer's block for the last three days but was finally able to pump something out so if it's terrible, I apologize 😩

"Honey.” The soft rasp of his voice whispers against the shell of your ear as the hot water stings your skin, wrapping around you like a soft blanket. It soothes your aching muscles, coaxing you into a deep haze of security.

With every passing second the worries start to disappear or the fact that you and Bucky have been on the run for days. Dangling on danger has left Bucky on edge, traveling for weeks at a time to ensure not only your safety but to give Sam some time to locate them and find out their end goal. For some reason they were after you.

You were in no way complaining, he's doing everything he can to keep you safe and alive but being on the run and between the four hotel rooms you would switch too the walls seemed to be inching closer and closer as time passes on. Any moment spent outside of the hotel room was in the car.. Bucky insisted you couldn't leave it, even when he pumped gas, he wouldn't risk it.

Bucky had not only noticed how suffocated you feel but incredibly bad that you were in this position. The only reason they want you is because Bucky provoked them in the first place.

He noticed the subtle changes like your behavior. Snappy and grouchy, more unlike yourself as the day goes on. You're distant, cold with every word you speak to him and he tried not to take it personally.

Bucky had reached out to a few people, finding a safehouse, somewhere to stay for the next couple of weeks. It's something you needed, a space to yourself, to enjoy a little calm in the storm.

He wanted to give you a few hours to yourself in the town just outside the safehouse but he couldn't risk it. Instead made you a home cooked meal and a warm bath filled with salts.

The fruity smell of cranberries and cinnamon from the candle he lit seconds ago while hanging a warm towel on the rack next to you. "Feel good, sweetheart?"

“Mmmm.” You mumble barely audible. The only thing you can seem to concentrate on is the flattening bubbles against your collarbones.

Strong, bare hands press to the base of your shoulder, fingers shaping into the grooved of your scapula as he uses them to press deep, round and circular motions against the nape of your neck.

A small moan of relief leaves your lips, eyes closing at the touch as he presses a peck to your shoulder.

The small kiss has your flashes fluttering open but the gruff, "Keep 'em closed, honey. Want you to relax."

Smooth lips follow the dip of your clavicle as he lifts himself from the floor as his tongue follow the thick coulmn of your neck. A pink tongue passes though his lips to lick a small bead of water from your skin which makes you huff with a smile.

The sounds of his clothing rustling and clicking and whirling of vibranium as he unzips his zipper makes you sigh, heart pounding in your ears as his finger drops into the water and touches the base of your stomach as his lips hang dangerously close to your own, almost touching, "Move up for me, sunshine."

The bath isn’t big but it leaves just enough room for him to slip in behind you, the water sways and falls from the tub at his weight but he doesn’t seem to care as his chest flushes against your back. Of course you had bathed together before but it was never like this, instead always rushed with the purpose of getting clean.

This was soothing, the way his hands rub both of your arms with slowl, delicate motions. His nose nuzzles the back of your neck, pressing a small kiss to it. It's intimate, every part of your body and soul spread open for his hands and lips. With one last kiss to the side of his jaw you lean back until the back of your head falls into his neck as his fingers continue their decent of tasting your skin, running over every bump and recarving every stretch marks he could manage to find.

“Pretty girl.” Even though your eyes are shut, it's hard to miss the smile, actually feel the press of the dimple against your cheek.

“Sit up.” His tone is sugary, smooth as fingers help by pressing against the small of your back. The sound of the shampoo bottle follows his hands in your hair, rubbing soft circles into your scalp.

It's instinctual, instantly stiffening as he presses a soothing kiss to your shoulder, "Relax for me, let me take care of you."

"Buck, you don't have to." A wave of guilt washes over you. For the last few days you have been anything but nice and of course, he returned it with love and sweetness.

“I want to.” Hot breath fans the back of your neck as he leans back into the wall as his fingers never stop their work.

Comfortable silence follows as his fingers gently rub the budding soap in your hair, he switches it up, pressing a little more pressure with his nails. He doesn't stop, as he pulls you closer into his chest.

“Mmmm.” It’s a moan, soft and low but flushes his cheeks, makes his face heat up as he tries to push the sinful thoughts that flood his mind. He tries to hide the way you affect him, fingers twitching to slip between your legs and fill you. The heavy thick line of his arousal twitches against your back as he pushes his lips just to receive the tiniest bit of friction. Soap suds smear across your face as he reaches over your shoulder, hand gently pointing your chin up to angle your head just enough for can press a slow, lingering kiss against your own.

“Do you feel better, sweet girl?"

The sweetness of the man behind you is unmatched, it makes your heart flutter in appreciation, squeezing inside your chest as you turn to the side and cup his cheek.

Dinner and a bath, it's been weeks since you've been able to enjoy either.

“Yes.” He breath catches in his throat as you press open mouth kisses against his neck, the mix of soap and water explodes against your tongue but you can't find yourself to care, only to turn yourself to face him. Thighs saddle his own as your tongue reaches out to taste the skin of his jaw and feel the smooth skin. "Thank you Bucky, for this."

"It's my fault you're in this situation, I'm sorry. You deserve everything in this world and more." He promises as you slip a hand behind his neck to draw him closer to close the space between your lips.

“Let me show you how much I appreciate you.” His breath hitches as a hand drops inbetween you, eyes dropping to watch.

His cock twitches in anticipation, head bobbing just above the surface of the suds, swollen and aching for you. "You don't have to - I want you to relax."

Kisses feather across his skin, until you reach his lips. "I want to, you're so good to me, Bucks."

He gasps against your mouth as your hand wraps around his cock with a slow, sensation stroke, the water acting as a lubricant as you easily glide across the skin. It's quiet, muttered under his breath like he's trying to hide it but you hear it, "That's it, honey."

His head falls back, hips thrusting into your hand as you pump him again, soap suds follow the trail you leave across his chest as you reach up the cup his jaw to pull him close for another kiss.

But now he's all teeth and snarls, bitting your bottom lip in-between the breaks he takes from absolutely melting against your lips. His hand fist your hair, tilting your head back to pull away and meet his daring eyes, clouded with lust.

"That's my good girl." He purrs so beautiful, the compliment making your head go hazy. Daring to look away, to watch his cock appear and disappear from your fist but his own yanks your back up to his dark gaze. "I said eyes on me."

"Yes, sir." The groan that echoed across the bathroom was beautiful and desperate but if you weren't in trouble before, you definitely are now.

[karimac]

...in the details, Part 2

A/N: Warning for this series: 18+ audience (minors DNI), some cinematic level violence, some fluff and angst. Doubt that smut will be involved, but it may be implied. I’ll make sure that is noted clearly if it pops up.

All relationships, at this point anyway, are platonic.

Please do not repost or translate my work. Likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

A bit about the OC Kari

Part 1

All mistakes are my own.

Word count: 2,249

Before you ventured into Westview, a flight of birds overhead reminded you of Redwing and Sam. Poor Sam. That sixth sense you had told you that fight at the compound was going to lead you all into very weird places. And the first one left you very squarely not in the room once again.

This time it was Steve and Bucky being thick as thieves, and you and Sam were…making a sandwich run? Couldn’t exactly get GrubHub to make a delivery to an attack site, could you? Bruce did not want some driver with a cellphone putting video up on Snapchat. “How would that look?” he bemoaned as he worked on the time travel platform. “We’d be getting tourists left and right. I don’t need that.” So off you and Sam went.

“You know, you could just, you know,” Sam started to say as he waved his hands like he thought a wizard would do, “and just poof up a plate of stuff. Right? With extra food for Banner, of course. He inhales tacos like nobody’s business. Just ask Tic Tac.”

“Sam, what have I told all of you before? Magic is the transfer of energy and matter. No suitable food stuff means no sandwiches. I can’t just think about the deli counter at Wegman’s and make a sandwich and a side of coleslaw appear in my hand. So, we’ll order on the app and pick it up. Just like everyone else. Before I hit the button, any changes to your order?”

“No, it’s fine. But don’t tell me you’ve never done shit like that when you’ve had your back against it,” Falcon huffed as you went to the rental car you’d gotten earlier in the day. That, thank Heaven, was easy to get at the local but extremely small airport.

“I’ve killed small rodents and eaten them, and I don’t mean just rabbits. Snakes, too. And, well, birds of prey, like falcons,” you groaned as you started to get into the car, but you stopped and headed back to the passenger side. “And I know you hate my driving, so here you go,” you said as you handed Sam the keys. “Sorry it isn’t a Ferrari. I was lucky to get this Kia. They didn’t exactly have anything race course worthy.”

As Sam climbed in, he saw bags of gear in the back seat. “You pulling a Wanda? Need some me time away from all us testosterone jockeys? Cyborg is going to be pissed.”

“Bucky has other stuff to deal with, trust me,” you said as you rolled your eyes. “He does not need to add Crazy Old Broad to his growing list of things to do and people to take care of this week. I heard him talking to Steve…”

“You? Eavesdropping? You are human!” Sam smirked, but then he saw the comment had hit a nerve. “You know I was kidding, right?”

“I know you are,” you said as you swallowed hard. In reality, you were not exactly buying that last comment. Sam was a sweetheart, but his comment sounded like things Tony and Steve had said about you in the weeks before the Time Heist. It depended on the situation, but one or the other of them seemed to question you, your motives, your powers and what they could do, and, at times, your grasp on reality. You did have a connection to a goddess they couldn’t see. Blaming them for having those questions just was not in your wheelhouse. “And yeah, maybe I just need to go figure a few things out. You guys know how to get me back here if you need me.”

“Somehow I don’t think Steve, Bucky and I would look so great standing and screaming your name in the middle of a fight,” Sam noted as he finally turned the key in the ignition.

“Now who is having issues with gender roles?” you said with a very pronounced side glance. “Sam, we are all human. We all need a save now and then. Maybe you’ll never have to utter my name again after today, unless you guys can’t find something you think I hid? Thor will be back once he’s done exploring the universe, and you can always get him here fast if you have Strange find him. And Wong is just dying for his shot as a full time Avenger. We all know that! And I can go back and do, well, goddess stuff, I guess. And raise horses. Just, please, make sure no one drops the ball on Parker. He lost his parents and his uncle. Losing Tony will hit him harder than anyone likely expects. He’s a good kid. He just needs support and guidance. Now, want to get this thing moving, or do you want me to drive?”

“And have you antagonize the local cops by going Mach 1? No thank you!”

You had to laugh at that one. You did tend to floor it. A lot.

++++++++++

A short time later, you and Sam rolled back to the site Bruce had chosen to set up the time travel platform. After you two handed out all the food, you realized it was really time for you to get going. No, you didn’t have a train, plane or bus to catch or someone to meet. You just knew it was going to get harder to make the break the longer you stayed there.

“She’s pulling a Wanda on us,” Sam said as he finished off the last of the sweet tea he had grabbed at the deli where you’d gotten food. “I think it’s too much he-man macho stuff, but she won’t fess up to that.”

“Wilson, how many brothers did I have?” you asked as you cleaned up the trash from the table Bruce had borrowed from a local park that had been wrecked during the battle. It had a huge hole in the end, but hey, it was good enough for the moment.

“Eight,” Bucky replied before Sam got the chance. “Just don’t quiz me on all their names. I remember your twin, Branan, and the one who was the vampire. Ewan? Right?”

“Yup, that’s right,” you grinned at Buck. “And no quiz. Promise,” you said as you raised your left hand and crossed your heart with your right.

“Why are you leaving?” Bruce asked as he adjusted the sling on his still injured arm, putting extra emphasis on the word “are” as he uttered it. “We need all the help we can get.”

Bruce, heaven help him, was suddenly one of the last active OG Avengers standing on Earth. Thor was off finding himself with the Guardians, and no one could really begrudge him that. He needed time to heal, and you knew all too well that was not easy nor time limited. Clint had more or less retired again after Natasha’s sacrifice on Vormir. Steve was getting ready to take the stones back, but upon his return, he’d likely join up with Sam and Bucky again to root out any remaining Hydra cells. That left Bruce in a very different place this time around.

“Bruce, you don’t really need me being a head case. Trust me. You do not need me giving any news outlets ammunition to blast headlines that make the team look less than spotless. I need to go home, at least for a little while,” you replied, knowing full well you were not telling him or the others everything. “And as I reminded Sam, you guys can just call me, and I’ll be here. Just whisper my name. Or yell it. Whatever works. Text me! If it’s an emergency, and if I’m not in the middle of some new damned war on my end, I’ll come running. But I have a feeling you guys are going to be just fine. Hell, I’ll give you a blessing before I head out.”

Yeah. A blessing. More like the final nail in the coffin. The words to start the spell to make them forget you.

“Big guy, you first,” you said as you put your hands on Bruce’s injured right arm. “And no, I am doing this, Bruce. It won’t be a full healing, but it should speed things up. You got this, big guy. Biggest brain. Biggest heart. May you realize just how much this team was built with your sweat and tears as it was anyone else’s.”

“I can’t change your mind?” Bruce asked as he pretended to wipe a tear from his eye and pout a bit. “And I am not asking because you are likely the only one of us who can cook…”

“I’m pretty sure all of you guys can cook something. Maybe not a good Colcannon or a fine Dublin coddle, but you’ll survive. As for the cupcakes, you guys may need to get a bakery on speed dial,” you added with a laugh because you knew they’d make that bakery rich. The Avengers loved their sugary snacks.

“Just don’t bug my sister, Bruce,” Sam noted as he waited for you to come over to him. “I still remember asking why the Cupcake Lady had a sword that night when those demon things attacked near the tower. I never asked. Why the cupcakes?”

“And not why the demons or the sword?” you said as you nearly choked on your words. “You realize that was before Steve saw me at Peggy’s funeral. That night was truly a fluke, Sam. No one was supposed to see that side of me then. As for the cupcakes, they were my entry to your world. Gifts from a fan girl. They’re easy to carry, a synch to personalize when needed, and everyone can have their own without fighting,” you said with a grin as Sam shook his head. “What?”

“You sound like Sarah.”

“Then I am in good company. Tell her the good stuff you’ve told me all these years. The words of wisdom. The little jokes. The pep talks. Tell her often. A single mom with two boys needs that. Be there for her, and drag these guys to see her, too. It would do the boys a world of good to have all their uncles stop by. Now, Samuel,” you said as you gave him a hug, “remember to keep these guys flying right. And if the world drops opportunity in your lap, whatever it might be, do not look at it and push it away without a lot of thought. The world needs Sam Wilson, the hero with a heart.”

And now the hardest part of this good bye had you wiping tears from your eyes. “I know. I’m a big mush. Girls from Brooklyn would laugh at me for this, right? Sorry, but girls from Naas and Athy do cry sometimes. I’m going to miss you two lugs. A lot.”

“Lugs. Last time you called us that was in ’43,” Bucky said as he looked down at his feet for a minute. “Somehow Hydra missed that memory.”

“You’ll see us again,” Steve said as he turned briefly to see where the case with the stones was on the platform. “But this time, it better not take 70 years.”

As you looked at the best friends, something about their auras seemed off. They had been planning something when you almost walked in on their chat a few days ago. You had no idea what it was, and you suddenly didn’t want to hang around to find out what the next act was going to bring.

“Just…watch your back, Steve. From what Clint said about Vormir, that one is going to be tough. And Buck, whatever comes next, I’m rooting for you. Even if you can’t see me doing it.”

“You really don’t have to leave,” Bruce kept insisting as you hefted your backpack on your shoulder.

“Dr. Banner, do you really want to fight my demons after all this? I have enemies. You just haven’t seen them yet. Frankly, the only reason that Hydra didn’t grab me before I hooked up with the Howling Commandos was because I was pulled into another dimension by one of those enemies. It was only by some weird twist of fate that Peggy found me when she did. If the veil between worlds had not been so thin near that camp, I might never have made it back, or Hydra might have found me first. It was pure dumb luck.”

{{And, Heaven help me, part of it was these two lugs over here}} you thought as you turned to head to your car. Then you stopped. This was a lot harder than it had been any time before, but it was the curse of an immortal to have to keep moving on. “I wish you luck, joy and happiness. I wish you peace. And, if you are truly lucky, memories long enough to have little space to spare for the likes of me because they are filled with so much more! See you in my dreams, for now anyway, fellas.”

++++++++++

You rolled out of there before Steve started his mission to return the stones, and you got a text from Bruce hours later telling you everything that had happened. Steve not coming back as planned. Then an older version of Steve shows up, sitting on a bench near the platform, and he gives Sam the shield. Right in front of Bucky.

It was now weeks later. No. It was months later, and here you were staring up at the sign for Westview. You’d gotten out of your rental car so you could get a feeling for the area around this little town.

“You made it back,” a voice said behind you. “How are you, after all that mess with Wanda and that Agatha woman? She was a real piece of work.”

The person speaking to you was Dr. Darcy Lewis. Friend of Thor and Dr. Jane Foster. Why was she even here?

You couldn’t fully figure out what the hell she was talking about. You didn’t remember being here before. Yet, you knew who she was, and you had never met her before. Or at least you couldn’t remember meeting her, here or anywhere else.

“Apparently not as great as I thought I was,” you muttered as you winced again. “Dr. Lewis, how long ago was the blip?”

“Give or take a week, about six months ago,” she replied as you started to pace. “Why?”

“Shit. Not this again,” you hissed as you looked up at the sign once more. “I think I’m going to need your help. How much do you know about Celtic myths and Irish history, Dr. Lewis?”

[helahades]

Can’t Give You Love

(Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader)

A/N: ***Important*** This story has strong noncon concepts, and delusional thoughts from Steve, who is the aggressor. None of these things are okay irl, and because of the sensitive nature of these concepts, warnings are below the cut.

This is my entry to @darkficsyouneveraskedfor’s recent challenge. ♥️♥️♥️My prompt: (#21) Character A meets Character B at a nightclub. Character A wants a one night stand but Character B wants more.

Summary: You take Steve home after a night out, celebrating your graduation. You fall asleep. Steve decides he hasn’t had enough.

Warnings: Smut. NSFW. Somnophilia, Delusional Steve. Justification of terrible thoughts via Steve’s POV. Mentions of blood and violence. Steve pretending to be a good guy.

Word Count: about 3.1k

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Steve’s favorite part of the night is the beginning. Club goers come in all shapes and sizes, in all levels of modesty. To be in a world of such varied and unburdened interactions reminds him of the true simplicity at civilian level. Makes him feel almost human. Despite all his moral dilemmas, he is still a man though, and he isn’t just here to be thoughtful. He likes to look, and he’s he’s delighted when his eyes find you.

Watching you from the bar, he couldn’t keep his eyes away from the way you constantly pulled down the skirt of your curve hugging dress, the way you adjusted your “Congrats Grad!” pin like it would spear you to death right there on the dance floor, the way you would go to dance, swinging your hips each way like no one was watching. It excites him watching you, because you keep throwing tells that you’ve never done this before, that this isn’t your scene. For a while, he had been bored with that, but you’re not just a shy lamb, there’s something else.

Your laugh is uninhibited, and there’s a starter spark threatening to flame behind your eyes, dare any man get too touchy with you or your friends. Steve loves a protector.

When you approach the bar, it’s hardly for your first drink, but there are no indicators in your demeanor. He only knows because he’s been watching you all night.

You’re there for a moment, watching the workings behind the bar before turning to him.

“So,” you giggle, flame coming to life, “come here often?”

He’s hooked.

“Not at all actually. This isn’t really my scene.” A lie. He fidgets with his drink as a special touch.

Your eyes soften, empathetically and imperceptibly to anyone who wasn’t analyzing the fine details.

“To be honest… it’s not really mine either. Think I’d rather celebrate graduating by sleeping—But anyway, why’d you come out tonight if it’s… not your scene?”

You’re fully engaged. It seems that you love the game of conversation.

“The truth is… long winded.”

“Well,” you say softly as possible, still wanting to be heard over the pulsing of the bass, “I’m pretty tired of dancing, so you’d be doing me a favor giving me a reason to stay.”

You pull up a stool and prop your head on one arm.

With a soft chuckle, Steve continues.

“I guess…I had been looking for love. For… the one, yknow? And I didn’t realize until tonight that it’s not gonna happen.”

“What changed tonight?”

Your drink arrives.

“It’s nothing about tonight in particular, tonight’s just a night—but I’m sorry. You’re here to have a good time,” he finishes, scooting away just a bit as he does so. A test.

Your brow furrows and you think a bit before closing the gap. Smart girl. But he’s got you.

“I’d have a better time, literally anywhere else,” you giggle again, shifting and sitting up to sip your drink. Seeming to realize what you implied, you gather the boldness to finish it.

“So… do you wanna get out of here?”

—

You decide to drive, saying you only had that sip to drink. Steve says he believes you. He doesn't really mind anyway, and he can’t tell you he knows a different truth, lest he reveal himself.

Watching you as you talk as your minidress rides up your thighs, he realizes upon arrival that he can’t remember whether the drive was long. Sloppy of him.

You park the car and shift in your seat.

“I really want to kiss you—what was it?”

“Steve.”

“Steve,” you repeat, sitting back in the driver's seat.

“God I want to kiss you. I can’t show you love,” you taunt gently, in a comfortable way like you’ve known him forever, “but I can make you feel really good,” your voice finishes sweetly.

He feels his cock swell, and in that moment, a large warm hand is cradling your jaw and pulling you close for a sugary, tequila spiked kiss. His lips are plump, warm, now wet as you run your tongue over his bottom one.

From between your legs, heat rises all the way to your chest, and you break away to fumble for your house key.

As Steve sits, collecting air while you fumble with your pineapple keyring, he tries to recall, but he knows he’s never tasted anyone so sweet. You’re warm like muffins fresh out of the oven. You have just enough fight to convince yourself you’re hard to get, and that makes him dizzy.

He tries not to think about the fact that you’re already wet. Because he’s a gentleman. Always a gentleman first. Always the golden boy. Since retiring, he knows his role isn't what it used to be. Sam holds the shield with ease, and honestly, Steve had never pictured life without that shield and moniker before going on the run. When he was on the run, he was living from one moment to the next. Between here and there, he was never really thinking about his own wants, what would make HIM feel alive.

He’s living a different life, though, because now he can. He’s got all the time in the world. After too long of fighting some new cosmic force, of each threat being crazier than the last, he wants the old school life. That sentiment is one he had thought had left, and he wants to taste with you in case it does again.

Seeing your dress ride up your thighs tonight, he thinks of how his flannel might do the same while you cook him breakfast. But he would be right beside you helping, and you wouldn’t look as out of place as you did in that club, because secretly, domesticity with him is what you’re made for.

He’s no fool. He knows you don’t see it yet. But tonight he will bring you to the edge again and again before pulling you into a world of pleasure you’ve never known. And then you’ll know.

—

As he curves his hips up to meet yours, the squelching sounds your pussy makes are obscene. The ones from your mouth are even sexier, and it makes this all seem like a lucid dream. You’re riding him, and he’s...encouraging you by taking control from where he lies. You love it. He’s a gentleman, so he won’t be any rougher.

You say you like it rough, but you’ve never had rough from him. That’s a test for a later time. He doesn’t want to scare you.

“Ooh yea—Steve, please! Right there—like that, don’t stop!”

He doesn’t. He won’t. You don’t need to beg, but he loves it when you do.

Your thighs shake, your mouth falls open in that cute way it does, and you fall forward, catching your hands on his chest. You seem to be in love with the hair there, and everywhere on him. Something about that appeals to a monster in him he doesn’t address.

You wince when you finally dismount, pulling yourself off his incredible length, and looking down for the millionth time to check if the condom is still there, before he discards it. He tries not to roll his eyes as he comes back to lie with you. It’s ridiculous, really. You’re his now, there’s no need for this barrier. He holds the monster back that gives him thoughts of you round with his child.

You plop on the bed next to him and shuffle under the sheets.

“That was sooo good. Thank you. I’m so glad you’re not some creep,” and you giggle it like you do.

Scratching softly at his beard, your eyes close sleepily.

“You can let yourself out. I trust you.”

Hm. Of course you do. You’re his and he is yours. It’s already that easy.

He can’t understand why you want him to leave though, and as you drift off, he wonders if you noticed that he hasn’t shifted from his spot.

The crickets are chirping happily with the night, and after a few seconds, your sprinklers turn on. He thinks about kissing you goodnight, eating dinner together, cleaning the pool while you braid your hair.

Cool and light, fan turned air swirls over him as his back moulds into the mattress. It’s too soft, and somehow he's feeling a little too warm, but maybe that’s what new beginnings do.

Scratching his neck, he sighs at the ceiling before trailing his hand lower...lower… under the sheets, and down to squeeze his cock. It’s still damp with the wetness of you, and he gives it one more slow squeeze. There’s excitement there lingering, and he knows he hasn’t had enough yet.

He could jerk off right here next to you. You’re asleep and you would never know. Maybe he could even cum on your naked stomach, rub it in a bit. Maybe he could cum in your mouth. He tries to blink that thought away. But his cum would look so nice on your pretty skin, or even…

Inside you.

He can’t. You’re asleep. He’s already had you once. He should be sated. All of a sudden, he remembers asking about your New York license plate. He remembers you saying you’d lived there for years before coming out here. And it’s easy for him to conclude that he’s saved you. At least once.

For every threat that plagued New York while he was an Avenger, you’re alive and snoring softly next to him, and that has to be fate. He may not be a hero now, but he was once, and that counts for something right? And he saved your life, at least indirectly. And he can’t ignore your soft breaths pushing past your plump lips, and the way you face him in your sleep like he’s your lover. He’d only be taking what he’s owed. It’s the least he can accept in return for your life.

Tentatively, he shifts and lifts an arm and gently strokes your bottom lip with a thumb. Pushing it just past where your mouth is slightly open, and behind your teeth to push gently on your tongue. The wetness of it is arousing enough, but he pushes further back, and feels your throat constrict in a gag, wetness moving around him pushing his finger to the roof of your mouth.

Then, you’re pulling your head back, gentle discomfort clouding your sleeping features. A pause. And with a rolling slow stretch, you’re lying on your back, legs spread. It’s practically an invitation.

Moving over you, he winces at the way the rubbing sound of his skin on the sheets sounds like an earthquake in the quietness of your room. Propping himself up, covering you like shade, he's aware of the shape of your body’s heat pressed up against such a large surface area of him, and it stirs something deep and dormant. He can practically feel the blood rush to his cock again.

He pushes your thighs further apart with his own, and notes the smoothness of your skin against his, which is hairier. (He abandoned shaving entirely once he dropped the life of being an international symbol. It’s the small protests.)

A choked groan escapes him as he rubs the tip of his cock over your clothed clit, and his breath blows a couple hairs against your forehead.

He pauses.

He hears your fan slicing through the high air.

He hears your refrigerator make a shifting sound as the ice machine starts in the distance.

Most importantly, he hears your breath, still coming even. He chances another rub, pleasure shooting through him like lighting.

Something about both being so close to you again, but also the thought of getting caught in this compromising position has his body alive.

It’s the way he would feel in fights as his younger self, when being a hero was new, and he didn’t know where the next attack would come from. Before violence turned to muscle memory.

Steve decides you’re much prettier than violence, and he likes the wetness of your cunt, of your tongue swirling, much better than the feel of blood streaming over his hands. He lives for this, and the chance of having you while you’re sleeping is a new thrill.

He doesn’t want to take too long really, and he’s not proud of it, but he moves slowly, and pulls his knife from his pants on the floor, inches down your body, and slices your panties open with the blade.

The sound of the fabric ripping is new. Taboo. And he’s harder than before, excitement squeezing his chest. He pauses there for a moment, eye level with your cunt, noticing the slight glisten, noticing flower like curves, remembering how you feel inside.

Scooting a pillow out of the way, he straightens up and sits back on his calves, appreciating you fully. Then, he’s closer, quicker, less careful, as his hands land just over the bend of your knees to turn your thighs out, opening you up to him, then pushing your legs further apart.

It’s really not the time, but he thinks about his life before the serum. On the days when all he could do was sit in bed, draw—but most importantly—think, he would think about a wife. His brain would tease him with fantasies about things he thought he could never have. He would think about being stronger, able to make love to his girl the right way.

He won’t waste his chance now. Coming back up and positioning himself over you once more, he grips the base of his cock and bites his lip, tapping it a couple times on your sensitive pussy.

He freezes when you shift your hips.

A moment.

A breath.

Then the head of his cock breaches your walls and the rest of him follows. You’re not as wet as you were when he first had you, but that can be remedied. It makes the squeeze feel tighter, the moment feel longer. He’s kissing on your neck now, slowly pulling all the way out, before pushing deep back in, relishing in this unbearably and oddly pleasurable friction.

Your breathing quickens, somehow still even, and he needs to be closer. Rolling his hips into you, he’s right against you, damn near balls deep, and he doesn’t know if he’ll last, hearing all your sleeping whines.

He’s obsessed with how your breasts bounce. Your nipples are hardened by the cold, and this stimulation, and they draw small circles in the air with each thrust. His eyes flicker to your face one last time, and as a wave of pleasure rolls through him, his monster deciding he’s done being a gentleman.

With another thrust, and a softly choked groan into the silent night, a wave of your slick is rushing around him, and the sounds drive him crazy. Over and over, he thrusts into you. Gentleness gone, along with his cool reservation of the sounds of his pleasure, he’s damn near growling now, hooked on having you this way.

He adjusts himself, wanting to see the exact motions that are moving you up the bed, that have you whining, your sounds losing their softness. Each time he plunges into you he shudders. The wetness of you, the way he’s using you, the way he can take what he pleases, and the thought you’ll maybe only know because of the soreness.

He slows, cock pulsing, for gentler thrusts. Not for you, but for the artists details. He canvases the soft ridges inside you that have him like a vice grip. Takes the time to note the sharp, raw scent of you mixing with him.

Sitting up and back, he pulls you by the hips from where you lie, your ass lifting off the mattress, and your upper body still unresistant to his manipulations. He has a better view of you now, rubbing the head of his cock over your clit, around your entrance, tapping it on your mound to tease himself. He’s rewarded with another gush of wetness, and it runs down his cock, down his balls, into your sheets, and as he pulls you onto his length again, he growls when he catches the scent swirling through the air.

You’re so fucking pretty like this. He can’t believe he’s never had anyone this way. Then, he realizes, it’s special. For just the two of you, as lovers.

He feels a tug. A throb in the base of his cock then upwards as pleasure overtakes him. He chuckles wickedly, and that cuts off in a hedonistic moan as he knows you won’t be able to stop him. He hears you try to tease that he’s not ready for kids, hears the edge of fear in your voice from before. You don’t do this all the time, and it’d be terrible for a stranger to impregnate you.

But Steve is different. He’s not a stranger. He’s the one for you. You just don’t know it yet. He fucks into you angrier, ignoring how he's overstimulated, how your pussy is puffy and raw, remembers how you told him to let himself out. It would be another joke to laugh to had you not meant it. He just has to feel you. Has to see you take his cum like you were meant to. It’s not his fault. It would have been easier, more gentlemanly had you let him while you were awake.

He’s only a man, really, he has to take what he wants. The feeling swells in his balls again, the pressure of coming release running up his shaft, and his cock feels even harder somehow.

Rushing through him as his thrusts get weaker and he leans more weight on you, the bliss of your wetness squeezing and tugging him involuntarily is indescribable.

He gasps, filling the whole of his lungs, curving his hips into you with short, desperate stutters, stronger pressure pushing up the base of his cock, before finally releasing into you with a deep groan. The new loose feeling, this mess, has him seeing stars.

Steve can’t help but to pause, not because you’re waking up, but because he’s feeling his cum take form wherever it can fit around his cock thats pulsing inside your pussy that’s throbbing too. What can’t fit spills out of you, dripping and smearing, and in his post orgasm haze, he slowly fucks it back in. He pushes it in deep with a wicked moan, thighs shaking in pleasure.

It’s done.

And when the clouds leave your eyes, and you’re really awake as he pulls out of you, flinching at your own sensitivity, your eyes widen in horror as a hand flies between your legs, still processing what he’s done.

And because he’s a gentleman, he has to ask.

“What’s wrong, lover?”

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(reblogs appreciated!)

tags: (only tagging people I know are comfortable with dark fics) @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @threeminutesoflife @honeychicanawrites @avintagekiss24 @xbuchananbarnes @sapphirescrolls @jtargaryen18

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Wolfie’s Fic Recs | Winter Holiday Fics

WINTER HOLIDAY FICS - I love the winter holidays. Here’s some fics to get you all cozy and mighty chuffed for the most wonderful time of the year. 

With Henry

I’m glad I’m not the only one who loves The Magic Of Christmas; give me all the slippery sidewalks, precariously held Christmas gifts and silly little kisses shared with a lover as carolling meets frosty ears. And, who else should that lover be, than ..Henry? By @dancingwendigo

Talking about magic. If you’re looking for love, all you really need is faith, trust and ..A Little Bit Of Magic (dust), by me. 

And after being out in the cold, you might want to warm up again, which Henry will happily provide [smutty drabble ahead] - The Christmas Cabin by @writingforhenry 

Now. You know what happens when you get baby-fever, right? Just make sure you keep quiet, when you’re visiting family 👀[smutty drabble] Can You Be Quiet by @littlefreya​

And to keep the smut going. Have you ever wondered what happens when naughty women sit on Santa Henry’s lap? [smut alert]; Jingle My Bells  by @angryschnauzer 

Soon-to-be-dad fluff always gets to me. So, trust me, Henry; this will be a December To Remember, by @foodieforthoughts -- ps. I once did this drawing-on-someone’s-back-thing and it ended up in the poorest guesses/drawings I have seen in my young history 😂

And once he IS a dad, I’m sure Henry loves, loves, loves to come home for Christmas, children koala-ing on his legs and all. 🎶It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas, by @penwieldingdreamer 

Talking about family visits at Christmas: Chapter 2 Christmas At Cavill’s of @madbaddic7ed‘s Henry x Ria multi-chapter is just that - though of course there’s a catch; Ria has a boyfriend..and it’s not Henry *cue dramatic music* 

As a kid I used to dress up our Rhodesian ridgeback (dog) with the prettiest hats, so I can only imagine how Kal would be when he’d get his very own hat. Happy Dog-mas! by @wondersofdreaming

With Mike

Enough sugary sweet fluff; let’s get into some sensual, voyeuristic, Christmas lights bondage love making with Mike. You read that right. Christmas. Lights. Bondage (I didn’t even know I could have such a kink, but here we go). All These Little Lights by @hope-to-hell 

With August

And what will our bad boy grinch be doing when he’s invited to an office dinner party? Oh, I’m sure it’ll be a [smutty] Holly Jolly Christmas by @radaofrivia

With Walter

Christmas tree hunting with Walter. That’s the dream, right? This fluffer-the-fluff chapter from “Safe” can be read individually, if you ask me, so go read: Forever? Or, if you prefer to start at the beginning: Secret Meeting. By @maya-the-cute-ass-bee 

And once the Christmas tree is installed, there better be ..eh..breakfast in bed? Winter Morning describes a delectable morning of smutty morning sex with Walter, and..*sigh* let me just fantasise about the beard burn for a moment, okay? By @connieisland 

“A delicate blanket made of snowflakes had nestled itself over the streets of Minneapolis.” Starts the tale of this sweet Walter fic, including many annoying (but totally hilarious) text spams from Faye, one messy kitchen and one nearly ruined Covid-Hannukah dinner - I said nearly, there okay; The Great Jewish Cook-off by @inlovewithhisblueeyes 

With Sy

Loss and love are closely intertwined when the holidays are near. Let’s take a look behind the tinsel and twinkle and see the way Sy looks at the woman who lost a lot, yet loves the most. On Leave by @dancingwendigo 

Need some more uplifting Sy Christmas tree decorating? We’ve got that too! Let me give you A Syverson Family Christmas by @its--fandom--darling -- ps. I never heard of hanging actual popcorn in the tree, so here’s to me learning new things! 😸

And eh..*aherm* need some down-time between all the Christmas shopping? Maybe a lil’ smut is just what you need? The Shop-pocalypse by @its--fandom--darling​ (again; yes, this winter holiday rec list is pretty much owned by this wonderful, darling! 😂😘) 

With Clark

Dear Santa, I’ve been a good girl allll year. Now can I, pretty pretty please, bow-on-top, have a Christmas night with hot cocoa and take-out? Wrap Session is the kind of fluff you may crave in these cold dark days, so let @its--fandom--darling indulge you! 

Prefer something a little more dark, Clark and ..tacos? Holiday Interlude 2 by the mistress of dark fics @sapphirescrolls will be sure to get you going. 

With Napoleon

Some sad pre Christmas nostalgia turns utterly sweet as Napoleon surprises his ladylove with a little winter escape in White Christmas by @crimsonrae

With Charles

Charles being a loving husband is my weakness; now imagine Walking In Winter Wonderland with him. Delightful no? @its--fandom--darling gives you all the fluff (and if you so feel like it, there’s also a smutty follow-up 👀)

With Geralt

Let’s pull some heart strings with this fic of a druidess and Geralt, winter impending and loving hearts pondering; what will they do? One can tell, Only After The Heart Heals, by @thetaoofzoe

Need some Geraskier to keep you warm? This Geraskier prompt about Jaskier’s winter stay at Kaer Morrhen, will give you sensual dough kneading (pottery scene from Ghost, anyone?👀), banter and utter-butter fluff. By @kueble.

Or prefer Yule celebrations w/ Yen & Ciri? This Witcher Headcannon got me grinning - and that’s not only because of the joke regarding Yen’s unicorn. By @witcherislovewitcherislife

Bonus: Finishing off, I can’t help but link to the Netflix Christmas Witcher trailer, which is a lot of snow, Geralt cursing and overall sentiment of “SANTA WOULD YOU PLEASE GIVE US A RELEASE DATE” -- I know, it’s no fic, but it’s pretty funny anyways. 

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Artworks by me and thank you dear @littlefreya for helping out with your suggestions! ❤️

Also, many of these wonderful fics are part of #stephschristmaswritingchallenge. Look for that tag if you want more, more, more! 

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🔥Also: Please add your own recommendations in the comments!! The more fics, the merrier! 🔥Merry Christmas! Happy Hanukkah! Have a lovely Kwanzaa! Have a good Omisoka! Happy Winter Solstice! Blessed Yule! (+ any holidays I missed :D)