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Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski [Part 8]

"perfectly fine" (T) by sarcasticfishes | 1,859 | Even Scott’s alpha reflexes weren’t fast enough to grab him and pull him back as he bolted, sprinting towards the end of the pier where Derek was last seen. He dived into the water, and Scott skidded to a halt at the end of the jetty, watching the spot where his best friend had just disappeared into the water.

"i'll make the time" (G) by sarcasticfishes | 2,498 | Stiles had a schedule; he had a strict schedule that he adhered to without exception because he didn’t have time to do it any other way. In fact, sitting down at a rickety wooden table to watch his spin cycle and sip his coffee was arguable the only definite downtime he got during the week.

"laced and undone again" (E) by sarcasticfishes | 1,883 | Derek was fast approaching his breaking point, the edges of exhaustion and defeat about to take him, his body sagging against the crackling and sizzling wire, when he heard it. That jackhammer heartbeat, instantly recognizable. It was the last thing he heard before he slipped under.

"Time For Two" (E) by snarkatthemoon | 18,363 | Derek says, looking anywhere but at Stiles. "I know we said we weren't gonna do this at either of our houses but your Dad's at work, and I was in the neighbourhood. Plus I haven't stopped thinking about your mouth since I saw you with that popsicle at lunch."

"Well, No, That’s an Understatement" (E) by Pforte | 11,821 | Back when Stiles was in high school he did neither have an all-consuming heart-shaped crush on Derek nor was he desperately in lust with him. Derek is staggeringly handsome, sure, but Stiles got used to it years ago, when the most striking features of Derek were murderous intent, big teeth and glowing eyes. He used to think of Derek with plenty of homicidal anger, annoyance, a healthy dose of fear and eventually grudging affection. None of these past associations explains the breath-stealing sex that had just happened.

"Congregation" (T) by alianora | 2,216 | He could also start his own ministry. The Ministry of Stiles. Stiles' Badass MoFo Church for Badassess and Werewolves.

"Not as Described" 🔒 (E) by Febricant | 113k WIP | Stiles may have just accidentally embroiled himself in a bigger scandal than he was planning on if he’s just bought a slave from one of the most insular families in the city. He feels a little sick now that the adrenaline of competition has worn off, the enormity of what he’s just done only now sinking in. He’s bought a guy. Well, a werewolf, but still. A man. A man that Stiles, now that he thinks about it, can’t imagine for even a nanosecond doing something as mundane as dishes.

"spice up your life!" 🔒 (T) by callunavulgari | 1,890 | “I said,” the girl drawls, setting her elbow down in a saucer of ketchup and grimacing. “That this whole soulmate thing is fucking stupid. You’re supposed to find someone based off of the music they’re listening to? How would you even know what was really stuck in your head and what was in theirs? It’s complete shit.” Derek, who has had everything from Dancing Queen to the Barney theme song stuck in his head all night, winces, and says abruptly, “I think my soulmate is in middle school.”

"in the woods somewhere" 🔒 (M) by callunavulgari | 4,570 | Stiles buys a house in Virginia. It’s a modest thing close to Quantico, but not too close, tucked away into the heart of the wooded Appalachians. It’s three winters into living there before he hears a scratching at his door in the middle of the night, and when he goes to investigate, finds a large black wolf on his doorstep.

"Crazy, Stupid, Love" (T) by toraten | 13,717 | After Stiles gets possessed and de-possessed, he falls into a depression. It's a time in his life he's not proud of. He's unable to help his friends who seem to have no problem getting on with their lives and battling all evil that threatens Beacon Hills, with a smile on their faces. He's unable to do all the big things with his life he was expected to do.

"Bonded Twice Over" (E) by toraten | 7,535 | Derek hadn't necessarily given up, but he had stopped trying. He figured that if something were to happen, if someone were to come along who didn't try to murder him or, you know, murder anyone in general, then he'd be open to it. But he stopped hoping for it. There was no point it hoping for something like that, because he could be dead tomorrow.

"Should've Read the Fine Print" 🔒 (T) by coffeeinallcaps | 5,282 | “Hold on,” Scott said, looking from the wolf to Derek with his mouth hanging open. “That’s... that’s Derek’s wolf? As in, the wolf part of him? Like... in a separate body?” “Corporealized,” Lydia supplied with an unimpressed flick of her hair. “Awesome,” Erica said.

"Stay Still" (M) by onrooftops | 29,580 | They read the entry on the alphas, then Derek crawls into Stiles’s bed and Stiles joins him, and they fall asleep twisted together. He wakes up alone, but there’s a note stuck to his computer. Gone to let the others know about the alphas. Don’t do anything stupid.

"Wolfsbane" (E) by DiscontentedWinter | 52,435 | Kate Argent has kept a little trophy of the Hale fire for all these years - Derek Hale. When Deputy Stiles Stilinski finds him, he doesn't just need to rescue Derek from the Argents. He needs to rescue Derek from his past.

"B.S.T.P.H.T." (E) by dornfelder | 26,604 | Before Derek has the presence of mind to object, Stiles pushes the paper in his hands and makes for his jeep. “Just read it, okay?” is the last thing he says before slamming the door shut.

"Red Riding Hood" (E) by purplecatsweater | 14,760 | Stiles hangs out with werewolves. Stiles dresses up as Little Red Riding Hood for Halloween. It's supposed to be ironic.

"No Excuses" 🔒 (M) by trilliath | 5,483 | He tries to keep an eye on everyone, really he does, but they don't make it easy. Being the lone human at a party full of supernaturals means Stiles is the only one not drinking - not that "drinking" properly encompasses everything happening at this insane bonfire party.

"New Year's Eve, 2024" (T) by accol | 1,332 | Stiles has been away from Beacon Hills for a long time, and Derek has the stars to keep him company.

"Wilderness Adventure" 🔒 (T) by blacktofade | 3,391 | Stiles finds out that rattlesnake bites aren't as fun as they seem on the Discovery Channel.

"Face Down" 🔒 (E) by blacktofade | 4,245 | Stiles turns eighteen on an overcast Saturday in April.

"Cloaked in Gold" (E) by kaistrex | 57,859 | When son of the Alpha, Derek Hale, ends up in his bed in heat, Stiles decides to use it to his advantage and secure the Bite for his sick stepbrother. As he and his family are welcomed into the Hale pack, Stiles grows closer to Derek than he'd ever dreamed he'd get, but with the fanged Soulbite of a born wolf on Derek's neck, he knows he's just setting himself up for heartbreak. Derek has a Soulmate out there, and it definitely isn't Stiles.

"Strip Poker" (T) by kaistrex | 4,267 | When Stiles’ Soulbite manifests on his neck and makes it look like he’s been mauled by an animal, he takes to spending most of his time hiding it in the preserve. It would be the perfect haven if it wasn’t for Derek Hale being such a creeper.

"SiNverse" 🔒 (E) by bloodwrites | 35,520 | Stiles doesn't want to be the Alpha's mate, he doesn't want to be locked up for his own protection, and he's damn sure he doesn't want to be dealing with blood and werewolf parts on a weekly basis, but somehow that's what his life has become.

"Rhetoric's Realm" (E) by Waddiwasii | 10,563 | The first time he sees the boy he's sitting in Derek’s AP English Literature and Composition class sucking the tip of a pen into his mouth. It's intoxicating, the way those ruby red and plush lips fall open; the way he sucks mindlessly on plastic and ink like he has not a single clue what it might allude to.

"Love is a wild thing, baby" (E) by Waddiwasii | 3,166 | Stiles is eleven years old when he walks into the kitchen to place a tiny glass jar in a box under the sink. He doesn't want to catch fireflies anymore.

"Storytime with Stiles" (M) by Waddiwasii | 6,594 | In the post-college summer sun of Beacon Hills, Stiles revisits an old childhood book; rekindling connections with family and friends, as well as sparking an unexpected love amidst the heatwave.

"Pure Intentions" (E) by Waddiwasii | 2,900 | Stiles tells Derek that a ritual requiring an act of purity is necessary to save his life, but it eventually becomes clear that this act of purity is entirely different from what Derek had initially thought.

"Small Town Sundays" (E) by Waddiwasii | 4,479 | Featuring Small Town Stiles and Bad Boy Derek Hale on a motorcycle.

"A Glimpse of Us" (E) by Waddiwasii | 15,623 | Just because he’s agreed to go to the wedding doesn’t mean he has to be happy about it. And if locking himself in his apartment, cuddling his cat, and drinking wine through a bendy straw while glaring at the RSVP card can be interpreted as not happy, well, then that’s not Stiles' fault.

"Nothing Short Of Perfect" (E) by GotTheSilver | 27,019 | “Let me get this straight,” his dad says. “You’re telling me a witch told Derek and yourself that you could be destined to be together and now Derek will be going to college with you?”

"It's All Laura's Fault" (T) by calrissian18 | 1,680 | Derek has a 10-Year Plan. It's a good, solid plan. Leave it to Laura to ruin it.

"The Accused" (M) by dr_girlfriend | 5,878 | “Remember when I thought I was in love with Kate, and she turned out to be a murderous hunter who killed most of my family and blinded me in the process?” Erica’s voice was cautious. “Derek — what the fuck — of course I remember, how could you even ask? —” “Well, my mate is worse,” Derek said flatly.

"the distance between us" (E) by elisela & thePurebloodPrat | 74,276 | “Alright,” Jordan says, stepping up next to him and pushing him forward. “You’re going to get him some coffee, and when you give it to him, you’re going to ask if you can get his phone number and if he’d be interested in a date when the season’s over. Offer to take him to a Guardians game or something. We’ll let Allison and Kira plan out the rest of your life tonight, but take it shift by shift until then, Chief.”

"Warm Blood" (E) by Melpomene | 4,924 | "I'm a virgin," Stiles says because he has to. It must be known. "I know," Derek says, and it's not soft or kind. Just matter-of-fact. "I… I can't let you go."

"Stilinski v. Intimacy" (E) by primrose_path | 2,808 | For Stiles, sex isn’t about love. Sex is about power.

"The Trail You Leave Behind" (M) by hayesgeneration | 4,351 | After Derek throws out his bed and the couch he picked up off a sidewalk, calls a team of contractors and gets them to work on the hole in his wall and the other apartments in the building, he leaves California.

"Kept" (E) by publicdecency | 177k+ WIP | Derek Hale holds a gargantuan alpha paw out to Stiles for shaking. Stiles glares at it for a moment, eyes flicking desperately to Jordan for approval without thinking about it. He hasn’t moved or done anything without Jordan’s permission in so long he can’t help himself, and everyone in the room notices. Derek Hale most notably. He looks at Stiles’ reaction, looks at Jordan, and slowly retracts his hand. “No talking to alphas, is that it?” There’s accusation there in his tone, but it’s veiled. Thinly. But it is veiled.

"Accidentally in Love" (E) by Waddiwasii | 13,349 | He is an absolute fucking idiot. Alpacas in Peru actually sound a whole lot better than facing up to the fact that he just gave Derek a blowjob in the back of his stupid Camaro.

"After Hours" (E) by Waddiwasii | 2,453 | The edge of Stiles’ bed dips as he sinks down on it and buries his face in his hands. He can feel Lydia’s gaze burning into him, her expectant silence growing louder by the second. "You will tell me what happened," Lydia says firmly. "And spare no details.”

"What We Left Behind" (E) by Waddiwasii | 8,317 | “We had dinner at that fancy restaurant downtown—the really expensive one, you know?" Stiles says, picking at his jeans. "He gave me sunflowers. Can you believe he remembered they’re my favorite? And then, to top it all off, he asked me to run away to Vegas for a Star Wars-themed wedding. It was super romantic." There’s a surprised lilt to his dad’s tone when he asks, "Really?” "No," Stiles snaps, rolling his eyes. "He bought me a McFlurry from the McDonald’s drive-through and then we fucked in the backseat of his car."

"Quiet Relinquish" (E) by Waddiwasii | 3,311 | Derek isn't especially worried – Stiles always seems to understand exactly what he needs.

"The Unfortunate Act of Magical Bonding" (E) by Waddiwasii | 5,404 | “I am focusing! Focusing on the fact that we’ve been magically roped into the worst kind of fanfic scenario ever. You’re telling me,” he gestures between himself and Derek, “that unless we – ” He hesitates, the word catching in his throat, before blurting out, “Unless we do that, we’re both going to be in endless, agonising pain?”

"Intro to Crush Management 101" (E) by Waddiwasii | 24,383 | Stiles watches from across the courtyard as Derek Hale, lacrosse captain, human embodiment of unattainable goals, and Stiles’ long-time hopeless crush (former, former crush), holds court with his underlings - well, friends, but Stiles is feeling particularly sardonic today, and if the shoe fits, right?

"Flexible, Friendly, and Adaptable" (M) by MsCee | 16,294 |As a tour guide, Stiles liked to think that he embodied his company’s motto of being flexible, friendly, and adaptable. As a teacher chaperone, Derek Hale’s ethos seemed more along the lines of ‘inflexible, unfriendly, and rigid as hell’. Clearly, they were going to get along swimmingly.

"The dangers of deja-vu" (G) by MsCee | 5,338 | When something makes his new deputy seize up like only true love can, John Stilinski is prepared tease the ever-living hell out of him. He’s prepared to look up and see some pretty girl with a bit of an edge, with a loud laugh and a bright smile that could coax even his sullen deputy out of his frown. What he’s not prepared for is to look up and see a very familiar face ambling towards his desk.

"serve me lemonade" (E) by endversed | 19,279 | Do not hit on our professor,” Lydia says. “Technically,” Stiles starts to point out, “he’s just our professor’s friend.” “Technically,” she purses her mouth primly around the retort, “he’s old enough to be your father.”

"The Weight of an Enchanted Heart" (E) by PalenDrome | Marriage to the shape-shifting Alpha King of Lunansholt wasn't on Stiles' bingo card. His magic had other plans.

"The Trade" (E) by PalenDrome | 23,800 | On his 18th birthday, Stiles has the chance to choose his gift, no matter how expensive or immoral. Most omegas get themselves a werewolf from The Trade, but Stiles had always promised himself he’d never be one of them. That is, until he discovers that his childhood crush, Derek Hale, is among the local options.

"Focal Point" (E) by PalenDrome | 7,040 | “Please,” Derek gasps. He doesn’t say ‘Alpha’, but it’s damn close.

"A Wolf and His Boy" (M) by lovesrain44 | 93,401 | While running in the woods, Stiles is attacked by a feral werewolf. This leaves him marked but unclaimed, which makes it open season on Stiles, which means that any wolf can claim him and take him away. Derek presents a solution, but Stiles says the price is too high. After all, it’s only his safety that is at risk, so he can say no. Right? Wrong.

"buyer bonus" (G) by elisela | 6,821 | Derek’s out of his seat before he can think better of it. He’s going to ask him out. He’s cool. He can do this. “Hi,” he says, eyes flickering down to the glossy pamphlets of houses for sale that litter the table, and when panic overtakes him, what comes out of his mouth isn’t any of those things. “I’m thinking about buying a new place. Are you an agent?” Ah, crap.

"Out of Order" (M) by moodwriter | 3,812 | Stiles gets hurt, and Derek gets protective.

"Touching You" (M) by moodwriter | 1,839 | Just a first time, coming in pants -story with some dirty words and blushing.

"That Which You Cannot Undo" (E) by uraneia | 28,181 | By twenty-eight, Stiles has resigned himself to a quiet life of working in his magic shop, selling Jackson Whittemore fart-inducing tea, and looking after his goddaughter. It's a good life. But the quiet goes to hell when his sister, Lydia, shows up with a crispy werewolf in her trunk and a bite mark on her shoulder, because hard on her heels comes the hottest person Stiles has ever seen, and he happens to be looking for his uncle.

"These Woods Sigh" (E) by blacktofade | 80,334 | Derek and Stiles never plan to start a family together, it just happens.

"Lines of Ink" 🔒 (T) by blacktofade | 1,363 | Stiles learns about runes and how to use them to his advantage.

"The Sun Comes Crashing In" 🔒 (E) by pinetreelady | 26,543 | A story in which Derek makes jam and pines, and Stiles and his dad have a farm.

"Mercy Has a Human Heart" (E) by the_deep_magic | 6,161 | It only hurts if he tries to fight it.

"If You're Going Through Hell, Call For Back-up" 🔒 (T) by Brigantine | 12,542 | Something carnivorous has landed in Beacon Hills, and Sheriff Jim Stilinski would prefer his son stay out of the woods at night. When Stiles takes up running in the preserve, Deputy Derek Hale gets cranky.

"Mortal Peril On the Side" 🔒 (M) by Brigantine | 9,898 | Stiles and Derek figure things out. Sheriff Stilinski remains remarkably calm. Stiles gets some advice from two of his mother's friends.

"Patience, Less a Virtue Than a Blade" 🔒 (G) by Brigantine | 1,455 | Stiles's dad is willing to wait to get the answers he needs, but not indefinitely.

"You Are My Fire" (T) by omelet | 8,422 | Derek thinks this is getting a little out of hand. Because honestly, he never would have guessed that he would one day come to own a firemen-themed calendar.

"Tis The Season Baristas Fear The Most" (T) by stilinskisparkles | 5,470 | Scott is hands down the worst barista Derek has ever hired. But it's Christmas and apparently that means something to some people.

"Dirt King, Black Crown" (E) by A Devil Like You | 3,640 | Stiles is the new kid in a Catholic College, just back from a bit of a pilgrimage to see old family in Poland. Derek Hale is the golden boy on campus, the one selected to show him around, make him feel at home. Only they spark something in each other, something as dangerous and arresting as a flickering flame.

"don't need to say" (E) by lilysaid | 28,128 | Stiles and Derek spend two weeks on a mission during which the Sheriff definitely discovers his son isn't where he said he would be, the boys accidentally trip a magical bond, and Stiles obsesses about a certain shower.

"Emergency Contact" (T) by Leslie_Knope | 8,145 | He feels decently well-equipped to handle rogue werewolves, kanimas, fucking faeries, or whatever other supernatural-monster-of-the-week that the universe decides to throw at them. A plain old car accident is a completely different story.

"In Which Laura Is Never Going To Let Derek Live This Down" (T) by Omimouse | 1,587 | You’ve got “Help! Save me!” on your wrist. So you do the martial arts classes, and ROTC, and get a concealed carry permit, you are READY, you are SO up for this… and then one day you’re at a friend’s house, and someone comes pounding down the stairs laughing and ducks behind you and goes “Help! Save me!” and that’s how you find out your soulmate was escaping a tickle fight.

"The Alexandrian Solution" (E) by Bexless | 5,317 | "I accept your body!" Stiles says hurriedly. "I accept you. Sexually." There is a pause. Derek says, "Thanks."

"Lest the Fire Consume" (E) by the_ragnarok | 10,653 | 5 times Derek recognized his mate, and the time Stiles recognized him in return.

"Bite Down Hard" (E) by KuriKuri | In which Secret Service Agent Derek Hale accidentally gets bonded to First Son Stiles Stilinski.

"Ssshhh! (or the voice in my head will have to shout)" (E) by mirrorkill | 20,288 | Things in Beacon Hills are always weird, but Deputy Derek Hale is pretty damn sure he's getting the brunt of this week's insanity. There's a serial killer in town getting their kicks by posing people weirdly and maybe the local coven is to blame. His mom's setting up his sister with his new boss's cute son. There's some guy talking in his head.

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frudoo · 11 months ago

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Unsure if you’re still taking asks but I’ve got an idea and I can’t write stories for shit; the 141 boys getting drugged by gas at an enemy base, only after the exfil they figure out it’s an aphrodisiac, and the reader has to deal with these ~~needy~~ men <33

I was wondering when I'd get a sex pollen ask....

Warnings: This is kinda silly oops. SMUT, obviously. One (1) mention of murder teehee. No prep for poor fem!reader. (2) PIV, anal sex, triple penetration, blowjob, breeding/just SO much cum. MDNI.

“Get them separated from everyone else. Now!” You demand, quickly throwing on your gas mask and slipping into the room where your beloved 141 are hot, sweaty, and panting.

“Fucking KorTac. Did you kill the one who did this?” You ask Price specifically, but he points to Ghost and you nod in understanding.

“Big fuckin’ wanker, size o’two Johnnys probably,” Ghost snorts even through his agony, earning himself a slap on the arm from Soap, whose face is even redder now.

“Who’s gonna be my guinea pig?” You ask, sighing when you see all of them rushing towards you. “Just one!”

It’s only when they get up close that you recognize the symptoms—excess sweating, bloodshot eyes, uncontrollable flared nostrils, and the distinct aroma of rosewater that’s clear even through your mask. Fuck. Of all the gasses they could have inhaled, did it have to be sex pollen? It’s better than something deadly, you guess. When you look down, it’s confirmed—all four men have massive tents in the front of their tactical pants. You grumble and begin taking off your hazmat suit because there’s only one way to cure sex pollen. Sex, of course.

“No, love, what are you doin’? You can’t-” John begins, but you shut him up by pulling him into a sloppy kiss.

Instantly, the captain is growling and tearing at your regular uniform. You sigh in annoyance against his lips at the thought of having to replace them, but your hands occupy themselves with unzipping each of their pants anyway. Before long you find yourself completely stripped and straddling John on the couch while he slobbers all over your tits like a starved dog. With a wince, you seat yourself on the captain’s dick, whining at the painful stretch.

Without warning, Ghost shoves in alongside Price, making you scream and dig your nails into the couch with a sob. He kisses your forehead and apologizes over and over again as he continues setting a pace with John—one pushes in, one pulls out, but both tips remain inside of you at all times. Whimpering, you lay your torso down on top of Price’s in an attempt to soothe yourself. Just when you think this will be it, two men at a time, fucking Johnny climbs on top of you and spits on your puckered hole, pushing his stupidly fat cock inside. You’re so stretched, so full, in absolute agony and yet reveling in pleasure.

Anything for your boys, you have to remind yourself. Anything. You are their nurse, after all, the only one who can cure them of this damn sickness. That’s why you don’t complain or resist when Kyle cups your jaw in his pretty, big hand, holding your mouth open while he coaxes his dick inside. Instantly you’re hollowing your cheeks and sucking, using Gaz as a distraction from the searing pain of Soap jackhammering into your asshole and the delicious euphoria of Price and Ghost sharing your pussy—which, by the way, you did not know was so elastic.

Johnny is the first to come, and you’re secretly thanking the great heavens that he’s so sensitive that he can’t last very long. When he pulls out, he presses a kiss to your forehead and mutters numerous apologies and offers of thank yous—while you appreciate the gesture, it’s a little hard to acknowledge it at the moment while Kyle’s tip is hitting the deepest part of your throat. Before long, you’re sputtering on an overwhelming abundance of salty semen, listening to the sweet sounds of the pretty sergeant’s orgasm ringing throughout the air.

Next to cum is Price, and holy shit, does he have a lot of it. He grabs your face and pulls you down for another kiss, uncaring of the remnants of Kyle’s spend as he shoves his tongue inside your mouth. His own semen is spilling out of you every time Ghost pushes back in, and finally, the gruff lieutenant reaches his peak. It’s the first time you’ve heard him whimper, and it makes your own orgasm that much more intense. John holds you through your spasms until you’re burying your face in the crook of his neck while all four men pet your skin and tell you how thankful they are.

You’ll do anything for your team, so of course you don’t protest when they all start licking up their messes off of you. Such a wonderful nurse, you are.

#holy shit I feel so bad for this woman #ask me!#call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #john price x reader #simon riley x reader #kyle garrick x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #141 x reader #141 x fem!reader #cod x reader

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metyouinthehallway · 5 months ago

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𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫!𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Warnings: smut but I think that’s it?

.��。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

જ⁀➴ Bartender!chris who… makes sure you get home safe.

“Text me when you get home, m’kay?” He pulls you in for a hug, placing a chaste kiss to your hair. He knows damn well that a plethora of disgusting men walk in and out of those club doors every night. Some of them being much worse than others. Chris will wait all night long until he gets that ‘home safe’ text from you.

જ⁀➴ Bartender!chris who… will always have your dirty martini ready.

He knows that you love those martinis, each shift he works with you, he shows up just a few minutes early so he can make you that cocktail.

“Ready for a good shift?” He asks, handing you the glass. A small grin plastered on his lips. He knows those martinis are the highlight of your shift.

“So very ready.” you smile at Chris, biting the olive off of the toothpick. You glass sits behind the bar until you finish it through out your shift. Chris intently keeping an eye on it to ensure no customers try to slip something in your glass.

જ⁀➴ Bartender!chris who… takes you on dates but never makes you pay.

Whether it be a long drive or a simple dinner, Chris loves to spend time with you. The more you got to know each other during work, the more he realized he liked you. When he finally grew the balls to ask you out, the first place he took you was a local diner.

Chris opens the diner door for you, noticing your casual outfit, he’d rarely ever seen you outside of your theatrical and intricate lingerie. Seeing you in jeans and a t-shirt was refreshing, reminding him that you weren’t just your occupation.

Throughout the date, he’d ask you about your life outside of work, your hobbies, your interests. Even your family. Never once flipping the conversation on himself, he wants to know everything there is to know about you.

“What’re you doing?” He asks, seeing you reach for your wallet.

“I’m paying for my food…?” You look at him as if he should’ve known that but oh, silly you! There’s no way in hell he’s letting you pay for yourself.

“Put it away, pretty girl.” Chris chirps, placing his own card on the table.

જ⁀➴ Bartender!chris who… loves when you’re on top.

“O-oh…fuck.” Chris groans, letting his head fall back against the pillow. His fingers digging into your hips as you rock back and forth on his dick.

“Just like that…shit- pretty girl…” he struggles to form a complete sentence, the feeling of your walls squeezing around his cock is pure bliss to him.

Chris stares in awe as your tits bounce in front of his eyes, he’d take this over doggy any day.

જ⁀➴ Bartender!chris who… doesn’t admit your dating but sure does act like it.

“So… we’re together?” You giggle into his chest. The two of you lay in his bed, snuggled up against each other.

“How many times you gonna ask me that?” He snickers, despite his words, he pulls you impossibly closer to his body, running a hand up and down your arm.

“Until you admit it.” You mutter into his bare chest. You don’t just cuddle skin to skin with your coworkers…

જ⁀➴ Bartender!chris who… can’t control himself.

The club had closed an hour ago and he couldn’t stop staring at you the entire night. The specific outfit you wore tonight was a lace bodysuit, it hugged your figure in all the right places and Chris was looking forward to fucking you in his car later tonight.

“Chris! S-shit…!” You squeal, his hips jackhammering into your pussy at an alarming rate. He looks down at where you’re connected, the base of his cock covered in a ring of white from your previous orgasm.

“Fuck, feel you squeezin’ me so good…” he grunts, his thumb rubbing vigorous circles on your clit in the backseat of his car. The bartender didn’t slow his pace once. He needed to see you fucked dumb on his cock.

“Can’t… Oh! Oh, my god!” Your nails claw at his shoulder blades, back arching into his chest as you feel his tip hit your cervix. Your sounds only encourage him to quicken his pace, the car shaking violently as he does so.

“Looked so sexy t’night ma- fuck, you feel so good,” Chris praises, burying his head in your neck. “Want me to fill you up?” His breath tickles the skin on your neck when he speaks.

Shit, you loved when he fucked you like this.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

A/n: got a wee bit carried away with the last one I had to stop myself.

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sweetshuga · 7 months ago

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𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝟨 ✧ 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐

𝒘𝒄. 𝟩𝟢𝟤

𝒑𝒔𝒂. English is not my first language! 𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰

𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔⚠ light back n' forth, low-key roleplay, sitting cowgirl, unprotected sex, pet names, strong language.

You weren’t sure if Chris was serious when he first suggested having a picnic. It was winter after all and since they were in Boston visiting family, it was snowing quite a bit unlike back in LA. "Picnic? Now?" You said looking out the window before looking back at him. "Well, yeah, but not outside," he chuckled, "indoor picnic, home picnic? Plus my parents and Nick and Matt are going out later... might as well use that to our advantage, no?"

You chuckled, an "oh" sound falling from your lips, "a home picnic sounds awesome." He grinned, pulling you closer and kissed your cheek before pecking all over your face, making you giggle. "Chris," you whined when he suddenly started to kiss your neck – or rather, suck on it. After leaving a few hickies, he pulled back, a self-satisfied smirk on his lips as he looked at his marks on your neck.

"C’mon, I didn’t bring any turtle necks, I don’t wanna show your parents hickies, that’s too much pda," he chuckled heartily, "pda? How so?" You rolled your eyes, a small smirk plastered on your lips despite your attempt at acting annoyed as you looked at him with a – otherwise – deadpanned look. "What do you mean how so? It’s tmi, I don’t need your parents to know about how passionate you are about marking me up."

That made him laugh more, throwing his head back, "it’s not funny Chris," you grumbled despite the small chuckle that escaped you. "It’s fine ma, you’re thinking too much into it, I’ll let you wear my turtle necks," you raised your eyebrows, "you have turtle necks?" He chuckled, "yeah? Of course I do, I just don’t wear ��em often."

Suddenly, Nick and Matt walked into the kitchen where you two were, "me and Matt are going, mom and dad already left, and you two... Don’t do anything disgusting." And with that they left, leaving you two alone. You chuckled, "well, it’s just a picnic? What’s so disgusting about that?" Chris just smiled, "right? It’s just a home picnic."

You tried to feed him a sandwich, but it fell out of your grasp as your eyes rolled back. "Aw I’m hungry baby, we’re having a picnic, won’t you feed your hungry boyfriend?" He rasped, chuckling breathlessly before licking his lips – wetting them – as he grasped onto your ass tightly, spreading them and helping you bounce on him.

You tried to say something, but it came out as a bunch of babble about how good it felt. "C’mon, ma, eat up, I bought these muffins just for you since you like ’em alot," he brought one muffin up to your lips, all while ramming up into your quivering form. You tried to keep up with his pace as you bounced on his length, opening your mouth to take a bite—only for it to make a mess.

"Chris— I can’t, I'm gonna cum, gonna—" you were cut off by him stuffing the muffin in between your lips before holding your hips tightly with both hands and started to jackhammer into you from below. Your eyes rolled back again as the tight feeling in your abdomen snapped, leaving you trembling on top of Chris as your orgasm hit you hard.

The muffin fell from between your lips, rolled down Chris’ torso and fell onto the blanket set on the living room floor for the makeshift picnic setting. "Baby, you’re such a messy eater, leaving crumbs all over." Chris teased, knowing you were too fucked to make coherent sentences, "shit— sorry, fuck," you mumbled, your body still shaking with aftershocks.

He leaned forward, nuzzling his face in your neck, "’s alright baby," he murmured as his hips started to move again. He hadn’t come yet, still rock-hard and having made you cum twice – he was dying for release. "Mm, you don’t mind giving me one more, do you? But this time I wanna come inside, knock you up." You shuddered at his words, anticipation coursing through your body.

He smirked when he heard your small plea for him to come inside you and started to move again—this time for his own pleasure, driven by the primal need to breed you.

𓆩♡𓆪

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youronlydarlin · 1 year ago

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drooling, begging, scratching at your door for more loser simon content

warning: ooc Simon cus he's a loser here, cum brained Si, you're kinda a slut in this one sorry, readers gender not specified, overstimulation, sub–ish but also kinda not really Si??

Loser! Simon who was actually supposed to be a one night stand only. Hell, if it weren't for your wandering eyes catching sight of him half chubbed up in his pants you would've never agreed. You don't just go around accepting any lay that comes your way. It pays to be a careful slut, yeah? But he's eager, too eager. Back straightening at all the sudden attention he's getting from pretty lil you. And you are pretty. So pretty in fact, that Johnny caught him eyeing you from across the bar. The man playfully nudging him in the elbow, followed by a wink and a whistle. "Go get 'em, LT.." at this point Loser! Simon knew he was caught. so what was the point of hiding it any longer...?

Loser! Simon who told himself that this was only gonna lead to rejection. That he'd just end up drinking whatever he bought for this incredibly attractive stranger. Color him surprised when you actually laughed at his jokes. sneakily raking your eyes up and down his frame like a predator toying with prey. At some point you've started massaging his thigh and Simon internally beats himself up for not thinking ahead of this. You're voice is so fucking hot though, that's for sure.

He's cute, yeah. The way he acts as if you're the one asking for sex is endearing but overall pretty boring. Kicking it up a notch, you do a risky move. Unsure if it's too much and he ends up deciding to forfeit and blue ball himself tonight. Leaning in close, you whisper something filthy in his ear. Surprised at just how quickly the bulge in his pants started to grow, what caught you off guard is how he's holding on so tightly to your waist now. Cheeky. Since when did he wrap his arms around you?

And that brings us to now.

You, bent over some grimy concrete wall at the back of this shoddy ass bar. Seems he was to impatient to get to a motel or something because he's jackhammering into you without a care in the world. Or a thought at that. It's like his hips move on their own, cock spearing you so impossibly deep that you feel him bulge through your stomach. The skin stretching, struggling to keep him all in.

Loser! Simon doesn't know what he's doing with his hands, he knows he should stabilize your position so he wraps his arms around your middle. Keeping you pressed up against him and the sensation is dizzying, the way it feels like he's consumed you body and soul. He has you trapped and overstimulated without meaning too. All he knows is that you're nearly screaming with pleasure, writhin' n squirmin' all cute. Mouth hanged open and tongue lolling out. He wants to kiss you. Wants your hot mouth on his. So he presses himself a little closer, hitting a little deeper than necessary and all of a sudden his plan to steal a quick kiss like a little shit has you reeling back ang cumming your brains out. You make a mess im return, hole getting tighter and tighter until you're milking Si all of he's worth. "Shit. Shit, shit– cumming. Sorry, m' cumming, cum– Fuckk." He reaches his peak and what feels like euphoria. Flooding your hole with hot, sticky cum. And you find yourself being tipped over the edge a second time.

Loser! Simon who just pants about you, you groan at the creeping feeling of soreness in your body and Si thinks you might be feeling uncomfortable. Pulling his now soft cock out of your used hole. The breeze hitting your sensitive spots make you hiss, followed by a whimper as you feel the evidence of tonights rendezvous flow out and trickle down your thighs. Not a another second passes by before you feel the comfortable weight of a jacket being wrapped over your form. He helps you up on shaky legs and offers to take you back to his place. Looking for a round 2?

a/n: this is shitty but m' horny so eh, m' so sorry that this took so long anon 😭 trying to clear out my inbox y'all. Double upload yeyy, this was still kinda bad, still trying to get back in the zone

Yours, truly,

–Dolly

#cod x reader #cod imagine #call of duty x reader #cod x reader smut #call of duty x you #cod smut #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader smut #x male reader #x gn reader #x female reader

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heeheeswifey · 1 year ago

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bully!jake headcannons

MDNI!!

jake is such a meanie, but you can't resist being stuffed full of his cock!

bully!jake who took out your clothes from your locker after gym class.

bully!jake who took your panties with them, holding them in his hand and sniffing them.

bully!jake who might have a tiny crush on you..

bully!jake who trips you over just to see your panties under the miniskirt you wore.

bully!jake who jerks off in the boys locker room to the thought of you.

bully!jake who thinks your just perfect.

bully!jake who invites you to a party at his place, having an ulterior motive.

bully!jake who makes you drink atleast 2 bottles of whiskey to get you drunk.

bully!jake who makes you sit on his lap, grinding your wet cunt down on his cock.

bully!jake who thinks he should stop, until you confess your feelings to him.

bully!jake who takes you up into his room to have his way with you.

"f-fuuuck- I want you s’badd" he babbled into your mouth, hands fondling your ass in his big hands as he kissed you harshly. "jae...m'so horny...please- I want it.." you whine, dragging yourself back and forth on his cock. "take your clothes off f'me baby..I'll fuck you really good." Jake says before taking his slacks and briefs off, his hard cock glossy and covered in precum. You spread your legs wider for him, a drunken expression on your face. "Jae, wan' your cock so fucking bad.." you whimper desperately, eyes hooded with lust. he doesn't waste a second as he lifts your legs up on his shoulders, sliding his wet cock inbetween your glistening folds. "shit baby...are you this wet just f'me?" He asks, slowly sinking into your wet cunt. "Y-yeah...jae it's all- fuck~! for you..my cunt is only f'you..~" you whimper, hand sliding down to pinch your clit between your fingers, walls clamping down on him. "do you want me to go hard babe.?" he asks, pulling out of you before harshly thrusting his cock back into your hole. "Hnngh~ jae! wan' you to fuck me- hard..and fast!~!" You whine, pinching your clit harder. Jake was merciless with his harsh thrusts, his thick cock jackhammering into your pussy. "is this better princess? Fuuuuck~" he questions, eyes rolling into the back of his head as his big hand wrapped around your throat. He repositioned himself, thrusting harder and harder into your little cunt. "yeah- shit!~ jae I'm g'nna cum...I'm gonna cum..I'm cumming..!~" you moan beautifully, clenching hard on his cock, a warm liquid gushing out of your cunt. Jake gathers a large glob of spit in his mouth before spitting down on your cunt, large fingers rubbing your clit sideways. "jae..! Hnngh s'too muchhh!~" you moan out, squirming beneath him before he took your face, squishing your cheeks in his hand before pulling into a steamy kiss. "Fuck..your so hot princess,." He says to you. the kiss was basically just teeth and tongue, yet his hard pounding did not stop. Large fingers squeezing around your throat before you felt another orgasm incoming. "jaeeee!~ I'm cumming again-..shit!~" you choke out, desperately arching your back. your jaw drops slack as you cum on him again, tongue lolling out of your mouth. "fucking hell- hnngh!~" he moans out, emptying his load into your cunt. pulling out of your cunt, jake looked down at your gaping hole before taking some paper towels, wiping you off. He was now laying on his bed beside you. "and if your still wondering, I love you too princess." he says, stroking your cheek softly as he pulled you into his chest."I love you more, jae.." you say drunkenly. What were you going to think tomorrow..?

#enhypen #enhypen smut #jake sim smut #jake sim #jake smut #jaeyun sim #sim jaeyun #sim jake #sim jaeyun smut #sim jake smut #jake hard hours #jake hard thoughts #smut #enha jake #enha jake smut

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bubblergoespop · 1 year ago

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My Top Milo Quotes

i wanna devour this man so bad. the original version of this is at least triple the length omfg. @mrsmiagreer it’s finally here <3

“From one pretty face to another.”

“Bedroom? Oh. Ohhh. [gremlin giggling]”

“Cute?! You’re gonna come here, into my home, uninvited, and tell me I look cute when I’m mad? First of all sweetheart, you’re damn right I’m cute—“

“Jesus Christ who taught you how to do healing magic, a construction worker with a jackhammer?!”

“Me and Ash give each other shit all the time. He calls me a runt, I call him a bitch bottom, we laugh, we move on.”

“Cuddled up with you, in front of a fire? That’s a one-way ticket to sleepytown, USA, population: this guy.”

“I do not spoil him! Well whaddya want me to do? He’s my lil guy.”

“I swear to god, if I’m lyin I’m dyin, he looks him dead in the eye and says “if concerns about the future of your relationship with Amanda are weighing on you too heavily, I’m sure I can get by with just Milo and Asher here.”

“Are you Lasky?”

“Touch me and your life will be measured in milliseconds. I can see myself out.”

“It’s back. I’m back.”

“And next thing you know, boom, you’re sitting here, a broken man, barefoot with no fucking dress socks.”

“‘So Mr. Greer, what was it that ultimately pushed you over the edge?’ Oh, I don’t know officer, might have something to do with the walking terror I call a mate.”

“So what if I am sappy? I’m running on sleepy middle of the night brain, you get what you get. Shhh. Hush. Don’t you be mean to me. I’m trying to help.”

“He’s a good little dude. Isn’t that right, bub?

“I got to hold my favorite person in the whole world. And only occasionally had to threaten to choke them out.”

“Mmm. You’re cute. Yeah, I called you cute. What are you gonna do about it? Get grumpy? Just makes you look cuter.”

“Do not call them my ‘titties’ you asshole!”

“Personally, I think I’m better at getting clothes off a ya than putting em on, but I’m ever at your service, baby.”

“No no no, don’t do that button. Yeah. Yeah, leave that one undone.”

“There’s my sweetheart.”

“Yeah. Well, it beats for you, sweetheart. A little more sappy shit for the road.”

“There ya go, that looks perfect! Yeah, what you’re wearing right now! You look fucking incredible in it. Yeah, I know you haven’t even started changing into the next look, what’s your point?”

“When I say you’re my mate, I mean it with every inch of me. When I say it, my core lights up like a firework. And when I feel your core answer it, and mirror it back, it feels like the fourth of fucking July in my chest.”

“I mean, obviously we’re gonna look fucking great no matter what, it is us after all”

“Hey, I know Ash is your mate, but would you mind if I use that choke collar you have for him real quick?”

“The power couple”

“And the energizer bunny takes a tumble.”

“And you won’t believe this next part but, uh, as a wolf, I don’t have hands.”

“You don’t have to ask, baby, I trust you. I know you’ll be gentle.”

“You feel like forever in my arms.”

“Oh my god, do they think my house smells weird?”

“I don’t want this for you, baby.”

“These muscles got more knots in em than you had wrapped around you the other night. And that’s saying something.”

“You run through my blood like oxygen, sweetheart.”

“Whose mouth is this?”

“And do not wear that belt, how old is that thing? It looks awful!”

“You’re not alone. I’m here. The pack’s here.”

“You want to see a hissy fit, bootlicker?”

“Cmon, head up. Up for me. There you go. I wanna see this pretty face.”

“Kissing my palm like that… you’re too fucking cute.”

“I just wanna feel you.”

#sorry this took so long #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #bubbler’s top quotes

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snoopyearss · 9 months ago

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wet vagina!

I bring the drip with wet vagina!

a/n: my favorite doja song

Toji Drabble!

cw: reoccurring themes of baby carrying and breeding, size difference, usage of the word ‘daddy’, mating press

I think it's pretty obvious that Toji has some sort of breeding kink. So when you told him to skip the condom tonight, he flung it across the room so fast. He placed you on your back and hiked up your legs to your chest. The movement alone makes your folds slowly spread apart, slick glistening from either side and slowly dripping down because of the foreplay.

"Y'er killin' me right now, you know that?" His voice raspy as he drops a glob of spit right on your clit. You whine softly at the warm sensation. "Toji," you look up at him with such a need in your eyes. "I know, baby." He wrapped his big hand around his dick as he began to pump himself in front of you, using his other hand to strum on your clit. Slowly. “Ugh, fuck. Look at you,” he slowly inserted a thick finger in your fluttering hole. “Fuckin’ soaked.” You squirm under him, whimpering and mewling as he held his finger in. Not moving it what so ever. He groaned as he felt you clench around him, your way of telling him to move. “Please,”

“Oh? You ready my sweet girl? Ready to get fucked raw?” He says it in almost a taunting tone. “Yes, please, please fuck me.” He chuckles as he pulls his finger out of you and wastes no time replacing it with his cock. The contrast has the wind being knocked out of your lungs. “Fuck. This pussy is so wet, all this f’me mama?” The feeling of your velvety walls mixed in with your slick was slowly making him lose his resolve. Your pretty pussy was making so many noises for him with each thrust he administered. “F-fuck! Toji, hah~” your sentences were choppy, moans bubbling up from your diaphragm, getting caught in your throat for a quick second, then forced out of you with every rough thrust Toji would give.

The continuous squelch! Noises had both of you moaning out as if it were a competition. “‘M cumming! Toji I’m-“ the sentence intervened by an intense heat wave crashing through your lower half and spraying all over Toji’s thick cock. “There we go mama, keep goin’ f’me.” And his thrusts wouldn’t stop. They would only pick up in speed since you just got 10 times wetter. It was driving him insane. “Gonna let me cum deep in this tight pussy?” He picks your hips up and starts using you as if you were some type of flesh light, like it was made for his pleasure and his pleasure only.

“Y-yes, please cum I-inside. I need it. Please.” You babbled as his trusts were going even harder. “Yeah? Y’need it? Gonna let me fuck a baby into you?” His nasty dirty talk has your eyes rolled back and mouth agape. “Fuuuck, you’d like that wouldn’t you? Your tummy all swollen with my kid huh? You’d look so sexy with a swollen tummy baby.” He places his large hand on your stomach and rubbed light circles over it, sending small heat waves to your stomach and down to your clit. His dirty talk was so much more intense than any other times you both would fuck, and it was turning you on. You don’t even realize you’re creaming all over his shaft for the second time. “Y-yeah, wanna make you a daddy, Toji.”

The word ‘daddy’ made a switch turn on in his brain as he folded your legs back to your chest, and began jackhammering into you. “Fuckin’ shit little girl,” he groans with each thrust. “Take it, fuckin’ take what I’m gonna give ya. Take it for me.” He thrusts one last time, so deep inside you feel almost feel it in your throat. The warm thick ropes of his come floods you and you already start to feel full. You moan at the foreign, yet very pleasant feeling. Toji softly kisses your lips as he continues to give you shallow thrusts. His way of making sure he did his job of filling you up properly and making sure it takes.

“You were so good for me, pretty.” He kisses you even more. “Didn’t know you wanted to be a daddy that badly Toji.” You teased him. “Shut up.”

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k-aemi · 1 year ago

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HII LOVE UR WORK😘😘

Imagine having sex with kazuha and you're taking sooo long to cum so to make the poor guy happy with himself u fake an orgasm but the dude notices it and makes u squirt 😁 and a little bit of aftercare pls🙏

did you cum yet?

dom!kazuhaxsub!reader context: full nelson, cussing, aftercare and sex.

sex with kazuha was always so loving. he was always so gentle and slow with it, never wanted to do anything rough to hurt you and your petite body.

coming back from his adventure, he has so much to tell you. but most importantly he misses you. your body. that aching cunt that was begging for him.

so there whines and whimpers emit from the shared room where you and your boyfriend made love. where he thrusted into you, watching as his dick disappeared in your wet cunt. loving the way your ass felt when he connected with your body.

"love...you feel so..mgh..good." he put his weight on your back which glistened under the moonlight. pearls of sweat dripping down his forehead as he leaned to your ear. "i can feel how wet that honeypot of yours is."

he grinded into you and you moaned at the pleasure you were receiving. though, this was going on for about 10 minutes. its not as if you werent enjoying. your body just reacts differently. you take a long time to climax.

you hate lying to your poor baby, but you dont want him to feel like he isnt satisfying you. :(

counting the other times, this would be your third time if you were going to lie again. your trail of thoughts were lost when kazuha propped himself up, grabbing the flesh of your ass. it was his favorite thing to do.

"'m close...fuck.." he always sounded so hot when he cussed. he did one last thrust before he came inside. hot white lava painting your walls. pants were head from kazuha as he tried to catch up with his breath. stilling himself inside as he loved the feeling of your walls clamping down on him.

pulling out, he watches as his cum flows out of your cunt. loving the sight before he weighted himself on you again.

"did you cum?" he asks with a peck on the cheek. you groan, trying to seem believable.

"mhm...havent felt this in a while." you pecked his lips. trying to catch up with your breathing too.

kazuha can only chuckle and caress your hair. as his hands glides up and down on your sides. "say love... isnt this the third time youve lied hm?" he pinched your cheeks, a cried falls from your lips.

what he just said left you speechless. he..knew? "what-lied about what...?" you rubbed the part where it hurt. again, kazuha chuckled as he propped himself up with his arms, you felt something prod at the entrance of your cunt.

"wait kazu-ha!" you screamed out the last part as he shoved his cock in. this is time, he pistoled inside of you as he watches you become dumb. "s-shit kazu..!" you clawed the pillows and hugged them tightly.

this new pleasure unlocked was heavenly. he was hitting the gummy spots and it made your eyes roll back. you melted under him and he knew it. "if you wanted me to be rough, you could of said so darlin'"

moments before he brought you up to his lap as he held the back of your knees. there he jackhammered into your sopping cunt. "i can feel you in so..deep!" you moaned out.

his hand that was holding you trails down to your clit, stimulating it with circular motions, and it had you in bliss. nothing came out of your lips except for moans and incoherent babbles.

"dumb under my cock already love?" he continued to thrust. feeling himself close to climax as he feels your walls squeeze him.

"dont hold back. i can feel that youre close." his thrusts become sloppy but still was harsh. the sound of skin slapping skin never left the room as he continued pounding.

"gonna..cum!" you said before squirting out your juices on his cock. spraying on the sheets and pillows. possibly the best orgasm you had. shortly after-kazuha came inside, shooting his seed in you.

"now was that a good one hm?" he spoke out. but you could hardly breathe. falling onto kazus chest, you tried to catch up. but this new experience was just so much.

"seems i overdid it. ill grab some water and start the bath alright love?" the only response he got were huffs and he chuckled lightly before heading out the door. <3

hi im back. lol. been busy. but hope you enjoy this. was trying out a new theme. so hope it looks alright. ill try to get all of my asks soon, but feel free to request

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wroteclassicaly · 2 years ago

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Gator definitely gets off on eating your pussy. Not only lapping up what you give him, but the praises as well.

He’s eager and enthusiastic, a quick learner with your guidance. Mostly your hands tugging that coiffed mane into caramel colored disarray - slick and greasy between your fingers from the gel he layers on top. He ruts his slender hips into the floor, which you permit the poor and pathetic boy to do. He’s uncaring that you don’t shave at times, eagerly inhaling the creamy curls like a wildly starved creature, his nose buried in them, nudging your clit. Learning not to jackhammer your walls with his thick fingers, now that had been a task and a half.

Letting him know that what he’s seen and heard, just because he’s a guy — it doesn’t mean he knows jack shit. And he’s gotten better, to his credit. It’s never reached that point you’d wanted, not until much later.

He was humping himself into your couch cushions, panting and licking at you like he hadn’t eaten in days. His fingers were moving, searching, but when he’d ventured a little farther in, pushed up to scale that thick trigger finger — you’d shot up into an arch that scared his dumbass half to death.

“What?! What the fuck did I do?” Stubble clad face shining with your essence, brown eyes blown to hell, mossy shards laying about in the abyss of the midnight black pupils, he stared, chest heaving in the simple black, tight t-shirt. His uniform attire discarded, with the exception of his pants, boots, and top.

Your answer was to shove his head back down, tugging at the roots, nails clawing at his scalp. Words followed momentarily. “Your finger. Don’t you dare move it, Tillman! Add the other one and curl —“

“Curl? Am I spelling something out, I don’t get it —“ His hand had started to reach for the vape on his tighter fitting pocket, spare set of digits attempting to adjust.

“If you reach for that disgusting ass vape, I swear I will leave you with balls so blue that you’ll lose all ability to function for the rest of the day!” You cut in.

When he’s not occupied with your pussy, of course the idiot wants that gross ass thing. He quickly calmed himself and did as told.

You weren’t aware that he possessed it within him to make your thighs shake or your eyes roll back this much. And as you began to hear the wetness increase between your legs drastically, you smirked and used one hand to drag his spare to your breast, your thighs tightening to hold him and that mouth in place. “I’m gonna fucking soak you.” Was all you got out before one more stretching drag of his fingers over that spot and swipe of his tongue against your clit brought your over the edge, and the translucent liquid spurted from your cunt.

His brown eyes had widened comically, but he regained, following your quick direction not to stop. And that’s when he did something unexpected… by far. He opened his mouth in the direction of your squirt, fucking his hips into the bed in a sloppier, messier direction, hand slapping and squeezing your tit in alternation, fingers not slowing down until you couldn’t take it anymore and you became spent. He came moments later, whining, biting into the meat of your inner thigh, ruining another pair of those Wal-Mart camouflage khakis.

“I thought that only happened in porn? Like a pussy party trick or something.” He’d said, marveling in the after math, blowing a cloud of that acidic fruit in your direction.

You rolled your eyes at his terminology. You didn’t want to let him know you hadn’t ever been able to do it before. After all, he’s still your student.

Yeah, you’re a damn good teacher…

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Toxic

Warnings - stalking, toxic Tim, lack of boundaries, oral (female receiving), smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink

“What are you doing here?” I snarled at Timothée. I’d moved my stuff out of his place weeks ago. It’d been radio silence, and now he was outside of my new apartment.

“Let’s talk,” he said, his tone dark.

“There’s nothing to talk about. Also how did you know I live here?”

“I’ve been following you,” he said as though it were a completely normal thing to say.

“Excuse me?” I demanded. “You know Timothée, shit like this is EXACTLY why we broke up.”

“Shit like what?” He snapped. I began to unlock my door. I tried to shut him out, but he was too strong, and powered in.

“You have no boundaries!” I screeched. “I could never go out. You were insanely jealous of everything and everyone. You had a tracker on my phone.”

“God forbid I’m selfish with the woman I want to marry,” he retorted

“You wanted to marry me?” I asked, feeling my fondness for him return, for a moment. I shook my head, I had to be strong.

“Of course I did,” he said. “I want everything with you. I want you every second, of every minute, of every day.”

“That’s not realistic,” I said, but he could hear the weakness in my tone.

He leaned down and kissed me.

“Timothée,” I warned. He began to kiss down my neck.

“Tim,” I said helplessly.

“Tell me to go then,” he said, taking me in his arms. His hands caressed my body. “Mmm, I love you.”

“I want you to g-“ I couldn’t finish the sentence.

“What do you want baby? Tell me, you know I’d do anything for you,” he said.

“Kiss me,” I breathed. With this consent, his lips were on mine. It was not slow, the kiss was bruising and harsh. He was biting my bottom lip.

He was pushing me back, until we were at the couch. He was ripping off my skirt. I was heaving. He wasted no time diving into me.

His mouth was relentless. I could hardly stand the pleasure he was giving me. He was lapping at me, eating me so well, I almost had to scream

“Timmy, you’re going to make me come. Please, don’t stop,” I panted. His mouth continued moving, nails digging into my thighs.

“Fuck!” I shouted as my orgasm crashed into me. I convulsed as he licked me through it.

“See how fast I made you come?” He growled. “You wanna give this up?”

“No, Timmy, I was wrong,” I whimpered. “Will you fuck me, will you please, please, fuck me.”

“Of course,” he said gently.

We were tearing off each other’s clothes, the movements urgent and needy. Soon he was inside me and he was pumping in and out at an ungodly speed.

“Fuck, Timmy, so good,” I whined, as he stretched me out. My arousal was dripping down my thighs.

“That’s right baby, I’m so good for you aren’t I,” he teased.

“Yes,” I gasped.

“I’m going to fill you baby. I’m going to breed you,” he snarled.

“What?” I moaned.

“That’s right, I’m going to fuck you so much that you’re full of me. You’re going to be so swollen. You’re going to be full and round,” he growled as he continued to thrust into me.

“I want it,” I groaned. “I wanna be full.”

“You’ll look so sexy pregnant. Your breasts will be full of milk, and sensitive. I’m gonna suck on them all day,” he threatened. The erotic picture he painted made me even wetter.

“Timothée, oh fuck, breed me!

“Don’t you want it? Don’t you want to be so full that you’re always leaking? My, white, sticky, cum filling you to bursting.”

“Oh I want it!” I moaned, his hips still jackhammering in and out of me. His hands went to my breasts, massaging my nipples.

“Then you’ll never be able to leave me. You’ll be stuck in my apartment, taking me seed, and growing. I’ll keep you fucked up so well, you won’t have a chance to leave,” he told me. It was a toxic idea, one I should have hated, but it made me fall over the edge. My walls were spasming.

“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum,” Timothée moaned, and he was spilling into me. He was fucking his cum deeper inside me.

“You’re never leaving,” he growled, as he continued to thrust.

“Never,” I promised.

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