#happy birthday fire crotch!!!!!!

[xiax]

diluc needs to be milked for all he's worth in his office on his birthday with u bouncing on his cock in his chair behind his desk trying to not squirt yk 😔 it's time 2 ravish HIM

ughhhhh having to sneak in while he's workin bc u know he doesn't give himself a day off work. he usually blows u off when u start rubbing his shoulders and running your hands down his chest bc he knows what ur trying to do. but then u so sweetly tell him how much u love him and how u want to wish him a happy birthday and he's WHIPPED so he scoots his chair away from the desk so there's enough room for u to wiggle into his lap.

and before either of u know it, you're fucking yourself stupid on his cock, humping and creaming a mess around him. u wring orgasm after orgasm from him to the point he's fucked stupid as well. his eyes rolled back and he's drooling as he starts to cum dry. his balls so painfully empty that they truly can't even shoot a load of cum anymore but his body still twitches and spasms with orgasms ): and he doesn't bother to stop u bc it's the best birthday present he could ever hope to get <33333

[thebisexualdogdad]

Stripper Evan Buckley is hired by Y/N's friends as a surprise for his birthday party and he's blushing when the "firefighter" strips off his uniform and straddles him

Evan Buckley x Male!reader

Music is playing throughout the house, you and your friends having a good time at the party they threw for your birthday when there's a knock at the door.

“Ready for your present Y/N?” One of your friends says with a grin.

“Present? Throwing me this party wasn't enough?” You laugh.

“Bring him in,” he says to another friend who goes to the door.

He opens it up and there is a firefighter standing on the other side.

“I heard there was a fire?” He smiles, stepping inside, “now where's the birthday boy?”

“Right here,” your friend says loudly and pointing to you.

“You got me a stripper?” You say in disbelief, gulping as he approaches and you get a better look at his face realizing he might just be the hottest man you've ever seen.

“Y/N right? Just sit down and relax,” the stripper says as your friend grabs a chair and places it behind you, letting him push you down onto it.

“So uh, what's your name?” You ask as the music changes into something way more sensual than what was originally playing.

“Everyone calls me Buck,” he smiles.

“It's very nice to meet you Buck,” you nod, your heart beating fast as he starts dancing, your friends crowded around to watch the show.

He places his foot on the chair between your legs, ripping his shirt off and your friends cheer.

“Want to touch them?” He smirks, your eyes locked on his massive tits.

You're stuck in a trance and you can't bring yourself to say anything so he takes your hand, placing it on his chest before guiding it down to his abs as he rolls his body, practically grinding his crotch in your face.

He dances some more, moving around your chair and running his hands all over your body.

The cheering gets louder when a new song begins to play and his pants are torn off to reveal his giant bulge barely being contained by a red thong.

Buck then straddles your lap, throwing his head back and simulating like he's riding you making you blush hard.

His tits are so close to your lips you want so badly to suck on them which Buck can tell so he brings them even closer just to tease you.

He grins proudly when he feels your erection growing in your pants and sure he often has to pretend to be attracted to his clients so they give him a better tip in the end but he had to admit, he was genuinely attracted to you which made this so much more enjoyable for him.

Buck notices someone holding a piece of cake so he motions for them to bring it to him and when they do he swipes his finger through the frosting and places it in front of your lips and looks you straight in the eyes when he says, “lick.”

Your tongue darts out, licking at the frosting before taking his finger in your mouth.

He moans as you suck on it and tells you, “good boy.”

With all the frosting gone he takes his finger out of your mouth and once again grabs your hands, placing them on his ass and letting you squeeze his cheeks, your friends throwing bills around you two.

He gets off your lap, turning around in front of you so you get a full view of his back side and bends down to start shaking his ass.

Your friend hands you some money and you stick it in his thong and he turns back to face you as the song is coming to its end.

Buck positions himself so his bulge is right in your face again as he rolls his hips and you stick the rest of the money in his thong.

He finishes his routine and everyone cheers loudly one more time.

After everything is said and done and Buck is packing his things up to leave you go over to him and thank him for coming and giving him the rest of his tip.

“It was my pleasure Y/N,” he smiles at you, “and happy birthday.”

“Thanks,” you blush.

“Here's my card, call me if you ever need my services again and just so you know I do private sessions too,” he winks at you.

This was definitely the best birthday ever.

[faegoddessog]

Years? Really?

Part 1: Birthday boy

Summary: A tipsy car ride home from a birthday outing becomes oh so much more.

Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only Fingering, Big cock, PiV, Friends to lovers.

Authors Note: It's been a while, I know. Writing and indeed creativity hasn't been on my front burner for while. Life, it's happening to me. But I was a couple drinks down riding in the backseat of a car and BAM, this thought struck. The thought became a fantasy and the fantasy became a story. Happy Birthday Austin, sir. I sure hope all your b-day fantasies come true!

OH! and check out the poll at the end!!

You were in the back of the generic sedan. The two mango margaritas you had made you just a little more relaxed than usual. He was sitting next to you, or rather he was manspreading next to you. He was a dirty blonde, tall, slim but muscular and fucking gorgeous. Like in a ‘how are you even real’ sort of way. Which you would totally be able to handle if it weren’t for the fact that he was also kind, sweet, thoughtful, endearing, and the best fucking listener on the damn planet. The mere fact of his presence shifted the energy around him. It was like a current of electricity flowing in the very air around him. He was the whole package.

You two had moved in the same circles for years. You had developed an interest in him that went beyond ‘just a friend.” A desire, a spark for him that you never told anyone about, much less him. 

 Austin was recently single, it was also his birthday. He had texted the group chat and said he needed his people around him to celebrate the day. Thrilled to be counted as ‘one of his people’, you were there, like always.  He promised everyone that he was ok, that it was actually a good thing. Nevertheless, you had seen the hurt behind his smile. 

She had only been using him, you knew. You watched it from across the living room at game nights; from across the table at restaurants. You saw how she treated him at the bars. He hadn’t expounded on what happened, only said that they were done. Who broke up with who? You didn’t know, you only knew that he was better off without her.  

Now he was in the back of the car with you and your DD friend was driving you both home. She and her partner are talking in the front seat. Those two had been married for years and were like the epitome of a comfortable happy couple. You can see their hands laced together on the center console. 

You hadn’t the faintest idea what they were saying. You are too distracted by the heat of Austin’s leg and watching the streetlights play across his face. Perfect nose, high cheekbones, plush lips and the graceful curve of his neck all intermittently highlighted as the car zooms along. His perfectly tousled hair is swept back away from his face, you watch his prominent Adam's apple bob up and down in a swallow. 

He makes some kind of noncommittal noise to the front of the car. You press your knee into his as your hand lighted upon his leg. You meant it to be a reassuring gesture between friends. But when he looks down at you, a slow smile spreads across his lips and fire races from his eyes directly to your core. Unable to look away from his magnetic gaze, you can only feel his long artistic fingers trace lines on the back of your hand and wrist.  

Just as the thought, ‘is this a good idea?’  crosses your mind, his fingers snake around your wrist and gently pull your hand farther up his inner thigh. Your pinky nearly brushes the bulge at his crotch. A slow smile spreads over your face and you inhale. Oh yes, yes indeed. 

The cool night air at the open air bar had made your thighs cold to the touch. His hand, warm and sensuous, slithers over the edge of your skirt. You open your legs to him and he drags his fingers up, up, he can feel the heat increase. He is a fraction of an inch away from your panties. 

It takes everything you have not to moan out loud in the backseat of your friend’s car. Instead you bite your lip and close your eyes.

Austin answers a question directed at him, laughing a little. You open your eyes just in time to see his face light up as he laughs. He goes from beautiful, perfect model man to giddily boyish. It’s so damn cute. 

“Yeah, you can just drop me off at her place, we came together,” you hear him say. Wait what? That is a flat out lie, you had been the first one there when you watched him get out of the Uber in front of the bar. 

His fingers grip your inner thigh in a silent appeal to keep your mouth shut. 

Is it possible that he has the same thing in mind? Maybe he thinks you are more drunk than you actually are and just wants to make sure you are safe. Probably the latter, that’s something Austin would definitely do, he’s so thoughtful and kind. 

You barely compose yourself when the car pulls up in front of your little house, a symbol of your freedom from your bastard ex.  You’d bought it with the money from the divorce and remodeled it yourself… well mostly yourself. Your family had been roped into some of the bigger projects. 

Austin grabs the shoulders of your friends as they wish him a happy birthday. You give them big smiles and goodnights. You completely miss the knowing look they give one another because Austin is suddenly opening the car door and helping you out of the car with an extended hand. Maybe you are a little more drunk than you thought you were. 

He doesn't let go of your hand as he walks you to your front door. You stop on the step and turn around. Eye level with him, it feels like his ocean eyes are staring into your soul, even in the dim porch light he is mesmerizing. You wonder how his plush lips might feel against your own. 

“How many did you have?” he asks, waiting, wondering if you’ll give him the brush off or invite him in. 

“Only two and with dinner,” you insist “I’m barely tipsy, birthday boy.” 

“Mmm, hmmm,” he nods as if he doesn't believe you and steps up to tower over you, wrapping his hand around your waist. 

“Wanna…?” you tilt your head towards the door. You can’t actually finish the sentence, not with him this close to you. 

Suddenly,  that one word is full of meaning. His nostrils flare as he nods. Anyone with eyes can see the thoughts racing through his head. Thankfully, you have eyes. 

The door closes behind him in the dim light of your living room. His hand snakes into your hair. 

Your purse falls with a thud to the floor. 

His lips are millimeters from yours. 

“Is this what you had in mind?”  his voice is barely audible and his hand shakes.

“Something like it,” your hand fists in his shirt, hesitation falling away.

“You sure you want this?” he asks with a shaky breath,

“Oh yes, are you?” you throw it back to him. 

“For years,” he states, rubbing his lips along yours.

Years? Really? How did you not know this? You are momentarily stunned until his lips meet yours and that line of thinking evaporates. 

He doesn’t mash his lips against you all sloppy and needy. Oh no, this man knows what he is about. His kiss commands, but softly and with the perfect amount of suction. Gently, he probes your own lips open. Not once in the countless times you have imagined Austin kissing you did you come close to what is happening to you, to just how talented he is. The kiss deepens and seems to come right from his toes. His hand cups the back of your neck as your fingertips dig into the columns of his back in a subconscious effort to get him closer, to get him inside you.

“Fuck Austin, you are really good at that,” you can’t help saying when you both come up for air. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he whispers. His chest is rising and falling as he holds onto restraint. 

“We’ll unpack that later, right now though, Austin, please,” you push your chest against him. You are suddenly so needy for him. Years of pent up desire start cracking the ‘just friends’ shell you’ve been working so hard to keep intact. 

A devilish grin peaks one of his cheeks, “If you need to stop, just say.” 

You nod and lick your lips. 

He takes control of your mouth again. So immersed in the supple feel of his lips and the soft texture of his tongue, you don’t notice that he is backing you towards the couch. You are too busy helping him bunch up the hem of your skirt, moaning as he rubs the pads of his fingers along your damp cotton panties. 

You feel the bump against your calves and nearly lose your balance, but he holds you so close. 

“Condoms, my room,” conveying your willingness, if unable to use full sentences.

“I got some,” he reaches into his jacket and pulls out a few Skyns. 

“Do this often?” you ask with a wicked grin.  It doesn’t matter that much, you are just curious. He had never really been one to kiss and tell. But you wondered if sleeping around is the reason he is single, or the reason he’s doing ok.

“No,” he puffs out shaking his and looking away, “not since before I caught her… a while before too,” he shakes his head, a moment of pain in his eyes. 

“Oh Austin, I’m so sorry,” you want nothing more than to take care of him, especially on his special day. 

“It’s done,” he shrugs, “But, I knew I’d see you tonight and I kinda had hoped, so I wanted to be prepared.”

“Austin, all you had to do was say the word, and I would have come running,” you find yourself confessing. 

“Well, we will add that to the unpacking list,” he flashes a sheepish grin that is the cutest thing you've ever seen.  

“I look forward to it,” you banter back. 

“But right now, I want you,” his hand shakes as he cups your face, “I hope you won’t mind if we take our time?” 

“Or we could just take lots of times,” you suggest, pulling his face to yours, “Cuz I need…” your hand cups the large bulge of his crotch.

“Oh, fuck,” he moans against your lips.  

Then it’s like an explosion of motion. Your panties are kicked under the side table, and your skirt is bunched around your hips. You tug at the hem of his faded black 80’s rock band t-shirt. He pulls at the back of his shirt as it goes over his head. You’ve seen him once or twice without a shirt, the privilege of all men, to go shirtless once in a while with no repercussions. He looked even more delicious than you remembered even in the low light of your living room. His naturally slim waist was accentuated by the muscles he had built recently in his upper body. Pecs defined, abs faintly outlined with his motion, caps of his shoulders rippling into his bi and triceps. You can’t see the breadth of his lats, but you certainly can feel them. He is breathtaking.

Your knit blouse gets tossed to the wayside. You reach behind your back and unhook your bra with quick and practiced ease. His hands hold your breasts as the bra loosens. He peels it off with an appreciative moan. 

“Fuck you are so beautiful”, he dips his head to suckle at your chest. You don’t see him unbutton the fly of his jeans with one hand because your head is thrown back from the way his tongue works across your nipple. Zings fire to your spine and down to your pussy. Your hips thrust forward as you pull his hand to you. 

Thank the gods that you had spent the afternoon doing some spa-like self care.  You are smooth and soft and clean. 

Austin pulls back to watch your face as he slips his fingers against your seam. He definitely knows what he is doing. You bite your lip and moan as he presses on either side of your lips, activating those clitoral branches. Your legs nearly collapse out from under you. He catches your back, then your mouth, holding you in one strong arm. 

Your fingertips dig into his bicep. 

Holy fuck, he’s not even gotten to your clit yet. Tonight might just be more than you had ever dreamed. Your hips press forward, begging for more. His fingers spread your lips, triggering your pussy to clench on the nothing as he stretches you apart just enough. Slowly, one finger dips into your wetness, his movement so slight, twitching only the end of his digit back and forth.

“Oh fuck, Austin,” your eyes roll back in your head. Again, not even touching your clit.

“Oh yeah, you like that?,” his voice is a whisper in your ear, “I want you to cum on my fingers.”

All you can do is whimper and nod.

“Put your arms around my neck and your foot on the couch,” he instructs softly. It’s so easy to do as he says. He’d make an amazing dom.  You can feel your wet lips open to him as your skirt falls in a curtain behind your bent leg.

He kisses you as he slips a gentle finger inside you. Moans reverberate in your chest and flow into his mouth.  

His other arm is wrapped around you sandwiching you with long fingers splayed out over your low back and sacrum. He pushes a second finger in. It feels so good. He slides in and out a few times, spreading your juices. 

“Oh you are so wet,” he murmurs in your ear, “is that all for me?” 

“Uh huh,” you moan into his bare chest. 

“Heh, heh,” his laugh is throaty and deep, “That is so fucking hot, I love it.” 

He straightens to his 6 foot height, pulling you into his frame. Skin on warm skin. You feel his hard cock pressed against your side body, still trapped in his teal underwear and framed by his jeans.

His fingers drag moisture lightly up over your clit. You shiver at the contact. Then his thumb is gliding over your clit as his fingers curl inside of you. 

Oh fuck, your knees threaten to buckle again and  your eyes close as you moan.  His arm clamps onto you as he works you with expertise you didn’t know he had. How is he this good? Squelching in curling and gliding out while his thumb captures your clit, milking it just perfectly.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God.” each word a staccato as he fingers you. 

A litany of dirty phrases find their way from his lips to your ear:

“Fuck you are so hot.” 

“Yeah, tighten down just like that.”

“Does this little clit need more?”

“That’s it, beautiful.”

“I want you to cream all over my hand.” 

Each word, each stroke, pushes you farther to the edge. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” you begin to chant over and over. Yes to everything, yes to anything.

Then you are moaning wordlessly, unabashedly pumping your hips onto his fingers. Your face screws up and your fist pounds his shoulder. It’s a wave that rises and crashes over you. Austin holds you in place between his palm on your low spine.  The thought strikes you, "This must be what waves feel like crashing against the shore, Ocean orgasms.”

“Fuck yeah, so hot,”  he whispers, jaw tight as he tries to maintain control of himself. He captures your mouth with his own, swallowing your moans.  He gently strokes out your orgasm, prolonging it without overwhelming you.

“I want to fuck you so bad, can I?” his hip tilts forward and back, nearly dry humping your leg.  Just the idea of being fucked by him might as well come with a halo and choir. This sex-god in friend-clothing can do whatever he wants to you.  You nod, not trusting your own voice at this moment. Looking down, you can see the pink tip of him breaching the side of his waistband. Your eyes go wide. Jesus, to reach that far he has to be… 

He takes a big breath, as though steeling himself, and drops his drawers to the floor, his cock swaying with his movement. It’s long and hard,  tapering to thick but not drastically so. It’s not a monster cock per se, but it's bigger than any cock you’ve taken before. Luckily,  you like them big. 

“Oh wow,” you mutter, stroking him lightly. When you look up, you see the mix of desire and trepidation in his eyes. 

“Do you still…?” he asks, almost embarrassed. 

“Still what?,” you stroke gently up and down his substantial shaft.

“Still want …me? This?  It’s not like…scary?” his brows draw together and he unconsciously bites his lip. 

What kind of insecurity was this? Worried about his big cock?

“Oh lord no,” you bend over and plant a kiss on his pretty pink tip, then kitten-lick the clear drop on his pretty little hole.  

His breath hitches. 

Suddenly a thought occurs to you, “Wait, did someone make you feel bad for your cock size?” 

“Maybe? Yeah, a little?  I don’t know,” he shrugs noncommittally, “She said it was intimidating and only ever wanted me to eat her out and finger her. I’m really good at oral, believe me,” he smiles, trying to make light of the body shaming he had so clearly experienced. 

You know exactly who he is talking about, and if you didn’t like her before, you hated her now. How on earth could anyone of substance do that to a man as sweet and adorable as Austin, then turn around and cheat on him too. That little wench wouldn’t know a good thing if it hit her in the teeth. 

“Oh, Austin,” you take his face in your palms. “Austin, no, it’s fucking beautiful and I want you to fuck me with this gorgeous dick…Slow, fast, hard, gentle; whatever you want.”

“Really?” The relief on his face is so evident. You nod just before he kisses you like a man dying of thirst. His hands wiggle your skirt over your hips and to the floor. 

“Where do you want me?” you ask, determined to make this night amazing for him.

His only answer is to lean over to pick up his condoms then take you by the hand.

You follow his naked, adonis-like form down the hallway to your bedroom.  It’s like a dream, the way he cradles your head as he lays you down gently on the bed.

His whole body is pressed to yours and you can feel him rooting against your leg, leaving little trails of pre-cum. You can’t help but reach down and stroke him, just to feel the size of him in your hand. His little moans are the best aphrodisiac. 

He sits back and rolls a condom over his rock hard cock. Christ it looks even bigger from this angle. 

“Oh god, I want it in me,” you murmur both for his reassurance and to simply state the truth. You want to feel him spread you, split you, sate you. It is without hesitation that you open your legs to him.

He leans forward on one arm,  and you reach down to guide him to your entrance. 

Despite his excitement, he pushes in real slow. 

“Holy fuck your pussy feels so damn good,” he moans. 

“Holy fuck your cock feels so damn good,” you respond in kind. 

The deeper he goes, the more stretched you feel. The sensations on your labia are just perfect. You feel gorged on his magnificent cock. You have never felt so full before. 

 Finally, he bottoms out, still not balls deep, but most of him is inside you. He pauses. 

“You ok?” he asks  

“Austin, I need you more, please.” you moan into his ear. You simply must feel him moving so deep in you. 

“Are you sure?” he says, still cautious. 

You hold his face in your hands, looking him in the eye with serious intent. 

“Please yes! Austin, you feel so fucking good, I might lose my mind if you don’t ride me.” Your pussy clenches encouragingly around him and your hips push involuntarily. 

His hips begin to move fluidly, pistoning that sumptuous cock in and out of you. 

He treats each stroke like a sacred deed, each one its own perfect ecstasy.  He buries his head in your neck, breath hot on your skin. Your hips rise to meet his, urging him closer. A smile creeps over his face, one that is just now beginning to trust that you really want it, really want him.

Now it’s your turn to coax him with your own dirty words slipped in between the moans that his thrusts push out of you:

“You feel so good stretching me.”

“Oh god, I can feel every inch.”

“I love it so deep in me.” 

“Don’t stop until you cum.” 

“I fucking love it.” 

It lights him up, to hear you say such dirty things while he is inside you. He goes faster, harder.

“M’gonna cum,” he blurts out after a few minutes. 

“Yes, fucking do it, fucking cum in me,” the idea itself nearly sends you over the edge.

He rails into you, groaning. His body tenses on a deep thrust and he lets loose. 

“So fucking hot,” you moan into his ear, “so good in me, on me.” You run your hands over his back down to his tight ass, 

His inhale is ragged as every cell of his body is drugged with a cocktail of endorphins.

You gently hold him close as his body relaxes on top of you. For a bit, he reminds you of a dragon; spent with his back expanding in puffs. Your muscles bunch under him and he stirs. You expect him to roll to the side and for words of gratitude to come out of his mouth. 

Instead, he starts moving again, as though merely the tensing of your body is new fuel for his desire. Something primal seems to take hold of him. It’s not words, but growls and grunts in your ear. Austin reaches down and grabs your ass. He is all of a sudden insistent and dominant. You are hardly surprised when his mouth clamps onto the crook of your neck, sucking and biting. He ruts into you deep and intense, nearly using you like a fuck toy. 

You’ve never seen this part of him, it’s fucking hot. 

The gripping of his teeth and lips send incredible shivers down your spine. The primordial energy overtakes you. You snake your hand between your bodies to get your middle finger on your clit. 

“Don’t fucking stop,” you snarl into his ear, “I’m gonna cum all over that brillant cock.”

You can feel his smile against your skin as he thrusts into you over and over. It’s beyond amazing, the way he works you.

“Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, fuck yeah!”  you moan. 

Your pussy clenches down hard on his big cock and you feel your juices flood around him. You are shaking with the rising energy as he pounds you to the pinnacle. Your toes curl and your vision blurs; your only anchor is his body on yours, in yours. Your blood-curdling scream resounds off the walls of your little bedroom as you writhe under him.

His fingers knead into your ass as his spine jerks and he tenses, his second release flooding down his spine. His wordless moan is stoppered by your shoulder, where there is sure to be a lasting mark.  His body shudders and jolts, then stills. 

This moment is bored into your mind: the light sheen of sweat on his back, the movement of his breath across your neck, the pressure of his chest against yours, the slight twitching of his cock inside you, the scent of his hair in your nostrils, the faint taste of his precum on your tongue. 

Finally, he lifts his head to look at you, his concern is poorly hidden behind the lopsided smile. 

“God, that was fucking amazing,” you say just before pressing your lips to his. 

His smile is far more genuine in your reassurance. In one motion, he rolls to the side, taking you with him. You are perched on top of him, cock still in you. 

“You, fuck. I’ve never had a woman say things to me like that, I don’t know what came over me, I just needed you again.” He says hands on your hips. 

“You don’t hear me complaining,” you say, “it was sexy as fuck.”

“Well thank you, I’ve not gotten to-“ he shakes the thoughts from his head, “Thank you.” 

“Oh, you are so welcome. For the record, you can fuck me like that anytime.” You smile down at him. 

“Give me a few minutes and I will take you up on that.” he chuckles. 

“In the meantime,” you purse your lips, “ what the hell, years? Really?”

“Yeah, I’ve had a little crush on you for a long time,” he blushes and looks away. This man, who just rutted into you like a damn animal, who’s cock is still buried inside you, who is starting to prove himself as a god among men,  is suddenly shy? And good lord, shy Austin is so fucking cute. You want to wrap him in your arms and just kiss away his sudden timidity. 

So you do. 

You lean down over him and press your mouth to his. You play your tongue on his, sucking at his full bottom lip. It’s the kind of kiss that takes its time. 

When you finally pull away from him, his self-consciousness is gone and fire has risen in his eyes again. 

“Well me too with you,” you murmur, “why didn’t you tell me?” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” his eyebrow lifts. 

“You were unavailable, sir,” you point out climbing off of him, “and I am not that girl.”  

“True, you are not,” the look he gives you melts your heart, “you could be my girl, if you wanted.”

“Austin, I’ve always been your girl,” it tumbles from your lips and you realize that it’s true.

He shakes his head in disbelief. “You are amazing, you know that? I’m sorry it took so long.” 

“Me too, but we are here now. You know, I’m glad I started feeling up your knee in the car,” you giggle. 

“Yeah, I wasn’t sure how I was gonna broach the subject,” his shy smile is back again, “but I might have had a whole corny speech prepared on the off chance that it came up.” 

“Oh dang! Now I want to hear the speech!” you tease. 

“No, no, besides, I don’t think I can remember it now,” he  reaches up to grab the back of your neck, “Thank you, I had  forgotten how good that feels.”

Jesus, how long had it been for him? You wonder. 

“Well, tell you what,” your hand slides down his semi hard shaft, cum from his two orgasms starting to drip down his balls. “Let’s get his condom off and clean you up a bit. Then I want this magnificent cock in my mouth.”

“Yes Ma’am,” he says with a smile. 

“Oh, and before you fuck the thought out of my head entirely, Happy Birthday Austin.” 

[cherrycola27]

Red, White, and Rooster

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption. Frenemies to lovers, relationship of convenience. Political situations. Allegations of affairs, military and political inaccuracies. Smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger

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Chapter 10: Happy Birthday, Mr. President

You were buzzing with excitement. You were currently getting ready for Bradley's birthday dinner at the White House. He'd made sure all of his friends from the Dagger Squad were granted special leaves and permissions to be in D.C. You were excited to see all of them again and celebrate his 37th birthday.

You were even more excited for the surprise you had planned for him later.

You were currently putting the finishing touches on your outfit. You carefully fastened your earrings before slipping your wedding rings on. You held up the front of your beaded lavender sheath dress as you waited for Bradley to come and zip it for you.

You quickly fired off a text to Jake and Jaycee to make sure they were still okay to help with your plan.

Soon, Bradley emerged from the bathroom with his lavender bow tie in hand. You took it from him before handing him your necklaces for him to fasten for you.

"Don't forget to zip me." You tease him.

"I won't, Sweetheart." He says as he drags the zipper up before smoothing his hands over the back and placing a kiss on your neck. You grin at him in the mirror before turning around in his arms with his tie in your hand.

You loop it around his neck, as your skilled fingers make quick work of it.

"You know," Bradley begins. "Before we were together, I bet I zipped a dozen and a half of your dresses. Since we've been married, I've lost count." He states. You look up from his tie and raise your eyebrow at him. A silent way of asking what his point is.

"And every time you have me zip it, I can't help but wonder what the things you have on underneath it look like." He finished as you secure the knot on his tie.

You smile at him sweetly before getting on your tip toes. You pull him down towards you and put your lips close to his ear.

"In case you were wondering about this dress, I'm not wearing anything under it." You whisper before kissing his cheek and walking out the bedroom door. It takes Bradley a minute to rest his brain after that remark.

....................

His birthday dinner is going fantastically well. Everyone is having a great time, and Bradley hasn't stopped smiling. Everyone has just finished dinner, and cake is being served when you leave your seat and head to a microphone.

"Good evening, everyone!" You warmly greet the crowd. "Thank you all so much for being here for this special occasion. I'm so excited to be celebrating my wonderful husband's birthday with all of you!" The room fills with applause.

"Now, I know he would rather do without, but I simply cannot let the day pass without singing 'Happy Birthday' to him, so I was hoping you all would be alright with that. Is everyone okay with that?" You ask. The crowd laughs and agrees.

Someone plays a few bars on a piano before you start singing to him:

"Happy Birthday to you,

Happy Birthday to you,

Happy Birthday, Mr. President,

Happy Birthday to you"

Bradley swears under his breath as he feels the crotch of his pants tighten. You look like a modern-day Marylin Monroe up there, and he's trying to figure out when would be the most polite time to steal you away and sneak out of his own party.

After a round of applause, the band picks back up again, and you make your way around the room, greeting guests, shaking hands, and thanking everyone for coming.

Bradley is tucked away in a corner, downing his third glass of champagne when Jake comes up to him.

"Easy there, Rooster, this isn't the Hard Deck," Jake jokes with him. Bradley rolls his eyes before setting the glass down.

"Hangman, why is champagne such a violent beverage?" Bradley asks him. "What do you mean?" Jake replies. "I mean, the more I drink it the more I think about when would be the best time to sneak out of here so I can go fuck my wife." Bradley clarifies. Jake almost chokes on his drink. He sputters out a cough before shaking his head and checking his phone.

"Well, I might be able to help you with that." He tells Bradley, and now it's his turn to look confused. Jake shakes his head before pulling a card out of his jacket pocket. "Mr. President" is written in your sleak hand writing on the front. "Have fun, Rooster." Jake says before patting him on the back and walking away.

Bradley opens the card to find three works written inside: "Oval Office, now."

He tucks the card in his suit and looks around the room to see that you have vanished. He makes sure that no one is watching before slipping out of the room and down to the West Wing.

His office is quiet and dim when he enters. He makes sure to lock the door behind him.

"Took you long enough," you speak. Bradley turns to find you perched on his desk. Your hair has been taken down from its neat updo, and your shoes are haphazardly tossed to the carpet. Your legs are crossed as you lean back on your palms and watch him walk towards you slowly, like a cat stalking it's prey.

"My, my, my. What do we have here, Mrs. First Lady?" Bradley asks you as he walks up to the desk and plants his hands on either side of you, trapping you in place.

"I just thought I'd give you an extra special present for your birthday, Bradley." You tell him. "And what might that be?" He asks you with a coy smile.

"Well, Mr. President," You begin as you reach up to remove his bow tie. "I thought it would be nice if the leader of the free world bent me over his desk and fucked me like a slut." You finished before unceremoniously tossing his tie to the floor.

You watch Bradley's eyes darken and his jaw clench. "Is that so? Does my perfect, smart, beautiful wife want to be treated like my play thing? Is she going to let me do anything I want to her for my birthday?" He asks cocking his head to the side.

"Yes, sir." You tell him. Any self-control Bradley had left vanishes. He crashes his lips to yours in a kiss that is all teeth and tongue. He pulls you harshly to the edge of the desk before running his fingers through your hair.

He shoves your dress up your hips before pushing your thighs open. He's pleased to see that you were telling the truth when you told him you weren't wearing anything under your dress.

One of his hands leaves your hair to swipe through your slick folds. He easily slips two digits in and begins to expertly curl them into you.

"Mmmm, fuck Bradley. Feels so good." You praise him. But the words had no sooner left you mouth, and he was stopping. "Bradley, no." You whine as you attempt to grind your core against his fingers.

"Only good girls get to call me Bradley. But you're not my good girl right now, are you? You're my needy slut who needs to be taken care of aren't you?" He growls out. His words send another wave of arousal through you. You aren't sure how to respond. Bradley must not have liked that you didn't answer him because he gives a harsh smack to your cunt, causing you to jump.

"Answer me. What are you right now? He asks again. "Your needy slut." You tell him. "Exactly, so if you want me to keep touching you, it's Sir or Mr. President. Understood?" He tells you.

"Yes, Sir, Mr. President." You respond to him. He grunts in approval before starting again.

He speeds up his movements from before alternating between curling his fingers and scissoring your walls. He can feel you pussy clenching around his digits and he knows that you're close.

"Are you gonna cum for me? Are you gonna cum all over my hand like the slut you are?" He asks you as his thumb circles your clit.

"Fuck—yes! I'm so close, Sir, please don't stop." You cry out. Bradley has no intentions of stopping. No, he wants to push you over the edge until you're stupid and crying and shaking.

Your thighs are already there as he draws the first orgasm of the night out of you. He guides you through it before withdrawing his fingers and licking you relase from them. You slump against him, but he grabs your chin and forces you to look at him.

"Aren't you going to say thank you?" He asks sarcastically." "Th—thank you, Mr. President" You stutter out.

"You're welcome." He bites back before pushing you to lay flat on the desk and kneeling between your wide spread thighs. "The cake was great, but this is the dessert I'd rather have." He mumbles before liking a stripe from your weeping hole to your throbbing clit.

He buried his face in your heat, fucking his tongue into you. His nose and the fine hairs of his mustache grazed your clit with each swipe of the firm muscle. One of your hands gripped the dark wood edge of the desk while the other grasped his curls. You wrapped your thighs around his head, securing him in place. The heel of your foot dug into his back. There would probably be a bruise from it. You didn't care, though. It wouldn't be the first time the two of you had left marks on each other from lovemaking.

You were approaching another peak when Bradley pulled off of you with a wet pop.

You let out a displeased cry.

"Look at me. He growled from his position. You leaned up on your elbows just enough to meet his eyes. They were blown with lust. Your wetness coated his face and chin. The top two buttons of his shirt were open, and you could see the flush of his skin.

"You have no idea what you do to me, do you?" He asks you. "You have no idea just how much power you have. I mean, look, you have the most powerful man in the world on his knees for you. No one else on earth can do that to me but you. I might be the leader of the nation, but for you, I'm a humble servant who is grateful for the chance to worship you." Bradley states as he kisses your thighs.

"Now, I want you to watch, while the president of the United States makes you cum all over his face." He tells you before diving back in.

His eyes never leave you as he works you up again. He slips his hands under your ass and pulls you closer to him as you grind against his face. Another wave of pleasure is about to crash over you.

"Sir—Mr. President— fuck!" You cry out as the band snaps. You try to keep looking at him, but it's too much. Your head lulls back, and you close your eyes as you ride the wave. Bradley doesn't stop his tongue until you're pulling him back because it's just too much.

He gets up from his spot on the floor and takes off his jacket before cupping your jaw and kissing you. "You okay?" He asks, pressing he forehead to yours. "Very." You assure him. "Think you can do one more for me?" You smirk at him. "I know I can, Mr. President."

Bradley smirks back at you before pulling you off his desk, spinning you around, and pushing you flush against the cool wood. He stops just long enough to undo his belt and push his trousers down to free his aching cock. Precum coats the tip of it.

He hikes you dress up even further, so your perfect ass is on display for him. He gives it a few harsh smacks as he fists himself. He loves the little mewls you let out with each strike.

He pushes into you without warning, your gummy walls gripping him as he begins to pound into you. The blunt tips of his fingernails dig into the flesh of your hips.

His taking you so hard and so fast that your body jolts forward with each thrust. He grabs the base of your neck to hold you firmly in place as he continues to pound into you.

A string of incoherent curses and moans leaves your mouth as he drives into you. Bradley smiles, knowing he's the only one who can make the oh so smart First Lady sounds like a babbling idiot.

"That's it, baby doll. Keep babbling like the dumb little slut you are while the president fucks you. Love how fucking stupid and needy you sound right now." Bradley growls out as he pulls you up flush against his torso.

"You're pretty little pussy is squeezing me so fucking much right now. Do you wanna cum again for me?" He asks against the shell of your ear.

"Yea—" you managed to squeak out.

"If you wanna cum, you're going to have to ask me nicely. Go on, use your words, Sweetheart." He goads you, knowing damn good and well that you can't because of how he's fucking you right now.

You want to ask him. You really do. You want to beg him to let you finish because you're so fucking close, but he's only giving you just enough to keep you teetering on the edge. You want to tell him how good he feels and how much you love him. You also want to tell him that this orgasm that is building doesn't feel like one you've ever had before.

You want to tell him that you feel like you're on fire. You want to tell him that you might cry if you don't get to finish soon. You want to tell him how badly you want it. But the only thing you can manage in your pleasure induced high is:

"Please, Mr. President." He chuckles at how pathetic you sound before pushing you over the edge. You feel the relief wash over you as your release flows out of you and coats your thighs and his. He continues to fuck you through it, drawing every last ounce of pleasure from you.

He close himself, and the feeling of you clenching around him and cumming harder than you ever have, has him on edge.

"Shit, that's it baby doll, fucking cum all over me. God you're pussy feels so fucking good. Fuck I'm so fucking close. I'm going to cum in this pretty little hole of yours and fill you up. Gonna fill you up so fucking good, you'll feel me in there for weeks baby doll." He cries out before painting your walls white with his thick release.

He collapses on top of you. Both of you are sweaty and panting. The air in the Oval Office is thick with the scent of sex.

It takes several minutes before either of you can speak.

"Happy Birthday, Dearest." You tell Bradley.

"What a birthday it was." He states as he pulls out of you. You can feel his cum leaking put of you onto the desk, but your entire body feels like jello and you can't move.

Bradley quickly grabs some tissues to clean the both of you up. He then scoops you up bridal style and makes a mental note to come back later and clean everything up.

He carries you back to your living quarters before depositing you on the bed. You motion for him to cuddle you, and of course, he does.

"Do I want to know how you orchestrated this whole thing?" He asks you. "Probably not." You reply.

He shakes his head and wants to ask you, but he thinks better of it. Somethings are better left unsaid.

Oh wow, babes! It finally happened! The Oval Office has been defiled!

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happy birthday to my favorite fire crotch🦦❤️

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Kinktober Day 13: Impact Play & Sub!Levi

Tags: levi x reader, smut, dom-sub dynamics, impact play (face-slapping & crotch-stepping), blood, foot job, dacryphilia, modern AU, gn!reader Word count: 2300

“Keep your eyes closed.” His voice held the slightest excitement, a rare feature for Levi’s monotone. His nerves were contagious, making your arms weak as they held your palms before your eyes. Thankfully, your nervous laughter drowned out the sounds he feared would prematurely reveal your present: the unbuckling of his belt - leather folded and placed before your feet, the metallic drawl of his zipper - a certain giveaway, stepping out of his slacks - falling to a pile on the floor. Tonight, the clean freak would let it slide. He had planned it that way. 

For all of your special day, he had been at your disposal. Levi called off long in advance, yet had only tonight’s gift planned. All else was spontaneous. You woke up when you felt like it, and when you did, he made you breakfast in bed. The movie you wanted to see, the museum you wanted to visit, he bought the tickets and brought you there. Dinner was your choice at any of downtown’s rooftop restaurants. Levi was the vehicle to all your birthday destinations, you were his driver.

There was only one instance in which he took control: here in your bedroom where he relinquished it to you.

At last, his silk tie unthreaded and made in knots with itself. By his teeth, he pulled it tight around his wrists, snug enough to cut off circulation, Levi took a deep breath and sat with it, knelt with it. 

“Okay.”

Slowly, you peeked your eyes open, quickly blinking to a sight you could not believe: Levi on his knees before you, your dominant turned submissive. 

Your giggles intensified. Breathless, shivering, nearly choking on your own stutters, “Wh - ? What is… What are you…?”

Steel eyes gazed up through the slivers between his bangs. A hint of a smile, audible anticipation. “I’ve put you through a lot this year. Now, take revenge on me.”

While you knit your brows, his stare remained solid - a wordless communication that only long-term lovers could accomplish:

Don’t you remember? 

All the times he slammed you to the countertop and fucked you raw. The numerous hickeys he handed you before a dinner with parents. Spankings that made it too sore to sit. 

They had all been with your pleasure in mind.

But it did not mean they were painless, and for that…

You deserved your revenge.

Lips parted in realization. Fists tightened with vengeance. Burning fire in your eyes. Burning desire down below. 

Levi relished your expression. Enamored surrender dripped off his voice. “Happy birthday, sweetie.”

You cleared your throat with intent, strengthening your conviction. Low tone, nerves veiled. “Don’t sweetie me.”

Instead, he clenched his teeth, burying the threat of a smile. Proud of you: watching you grow into the role. Adoration: seeing you step into new shoes and learn to walk a very different path. “You’re right,” he conceded. “Forgive me, master.”

This time, your shivers were helpless to hide. “That’s -” you choked on your own command, “- That’s right.” 

If he were not totally immersed, you wouldn’t have been either. Levi on his knees before you, tied up and at your disposal - this was so incredible, yet so incredibly indulgent. Deathly sweet candy, nearly a cavity in your immersion, but Levi knew the nature of this game and knew that your actions relied on his acting. He stayed steadfast in his inferiority, thus denying your insecurity the chance to make you doubt yourself. 

Carefully, you reached your arm out towards him. Fingers grazed his hair before tangling themselves in them - gentle and loose at first, then tight and painful. Leverage seized, you used that hold to yank his head up and rain your kiss down. All the while, he did not flinch, silent reassurance. 

When your tongue demanded entry, he immediately obliged. When your teeth bit his lip, he offered it fully. His taste tonight was particularly intoxicating, making both your head spin and your confidence soar. Suddenly, though, you were denied of it as Levi broke from the kiss and began his typical routine: nibbling your jawline and sucking bruises down your neck.

You gave it absolutely no thought, almost as if your hand had a mind of its own. In that way, it surprised you both as you signed your affair off with a sudden slap across his face. 

Your eyes widened at the sight of his whiplash. Lips quivered with their instinct to comfort, but Levi silenced you with a satisfied glare: don’t take that back, double down, baby. His response discouraged you from soothing, but tempted you towards the opposite, “That’s what you get,” you hissed. “Already forgotten who you belong to?”

He stayed silent for a second, inciting another automatic slap. In its wake, a minute grunt that made your heart skip some beats and turned your underwear ashamedly damp. “You.” He resigned, “You, (Y/N).”

A stern exhale, “That’s right.” You pinched his chin and pulled yourself just an inch from his face. Fierce current on his lip, “Behave next time.”

You offered him a chance to redeem himself, and this time, he performed. Levi remained your placid plaything. The most he dared to do was praise you with his tongue: a throne to all your motions. Plunging your taste down his throat beckoned a sharp intake of breath and arch of his brow as he made accommodations in his airway. Each of his struggled successes sent satisfaction through you. For them, you whispered, hardly audible, “Good boy.”

It was new, and it took some getting used to, but the bulge between his legs let you know that he was learning to like it. With that, you ramped up your intensity. “So,” you placed one hand on your hip, the other tugged his ear, “about that payback.”

// // //

Levi had always considered you a good person - the kind of person who wouldn’t complain if their order was messed up, who would hold a door open for anyone anywhere, who preferred to turn the other cheek rather than harbor a grudge. It was why neither of you expected the outcome of tonight’s role reversal: this was fun. 

His cheekbone was sharp, but that did not deter you from slapping him. His face had rashed red everywhere, except for the white handprint on his cheek. Impact had smeared the saliva from out his mouth and onto his skin, painting your lover in a crude yet lovely gloss. Your hits had also pushed tears over the brim, a facade of crying, but even if the worst parts of you wanted to believe he was, the look he gave denied you that fantasy.

Pupils forced his irisies to their outermost edges, dilated in splendor. A wild smile grazed his lips, occasional chuckles slipped out through them. The first inkling of a nosebleed could be seen in one nostril. From his split lip, he had slowly licked emerging blood away, always a hum or groan as it slid down his throat. The kind to really savor the taste. 

You had not tried to hit particularly hard, but consistently, but that was also his own damn fault. 

“And you knew it would hurt, didn’t you? When you bit my ear and pulled my hair…”

“I did.”

So clearly, he had not learned his lesson. An uncharacteristic fuckboy smirk: what’re you gonna do about it?

You snapped your hand back, parallel with your shoulder. “And yet you did it anyway.”

Despite the intimidating woosh of air, Levi spoke as affirmably, “I did.”

 He didn’t even regret it.

A man who lived his life without them, it should not have surprised you, but nevertheless, it angered you, sending evolutionary, carnal adrenaline through your veins. Only one way to expel that energy: you flung your arm forward and hit him again. 

In each aftermath, an immediate sense of power. His breaths grew more labored, his composure unraveled in your presence. Finally, you began to understand why Levi got off on being so rough with you. Still, you squandered his jaw and interrogated, “And what’d you do that for, huh?”

Levi merely replied with a smile. Maybe it was just the darkness of midnight, or the fact that you were seeing red, but you could have sworn there was something to his grin. Narrowing your gaze, his mouth was… darker? You brought your face closer in examination. Beneath his standard mint breath was an undertone of metal. Blood?

By your thumb and pointer finger at the corners of his lips, you shook him vigorously, and confirmed your suspicions: a slow stream curled over his chin, some drops splattered their way onto you. Something about tonight, though, you were not disgusted but emboldened. You wore him on your chest, his heart on your sleeve, his blood on your skin. 

“What was it? Tell me, Levi…” a malicious coo, “Just wanted to feel like the man? Feeling small?”

Small, especially, you knew that would get to him. A man of few insecurities, through the years, he had grown comfortable enough to disclose them you. Your situation-sizing dominant found an irritating irony - how in sharing those secrets, he had placed himself into submission - how the meek wallflower he trusted wielded those weapons so maliciously. Be it humor or insanity, Levi found laughter in this situation. 

He was smiling, he was chuckling, normally you savored his joy, but there was nothing gleeful about this. Your man of mild manners, happiness one of his rarer expressions, to see him laughing like this temporarily snapped you back to a stance of caution. He seemed almost manical, a boyfriend on the brink.

“What’s so funny? Get that fucking smile off your face.” Amplified volume his only response. 

Scary, but at the same time… infuriating. How dare he treat this like some sort of joke? The nerve, did he think you were incapable? Even as his lips bled and skin broke, he donned a wide, blinding smile. Neither backhands nor forehands could erase it, though they could smear his blood artfully across his cheeks. 

You crossed your arms tight across your chest, fists bunched against your ribs. In a fury, you saw through the static and spotted one way to wipe that look off his face. 

Unlike the whip of your hand back, the quick rise of your leg alerted him. With a loud stomp! your heel landed in the gap between his thighs, dangerously close to his weakest area. You delighted in the way his attention snapped up to you, the whites of his eyes widened, and the pure startle that drenched your man ever composed. That did the trick. 

Now, the grin was yours to wear. Perspectives flipped: the smile that cured all his problems had signaled the start of his greatest one. You tiptoed up his length until your sole blanketed his shaft. Just like that first slap, you acted without thinking: a sudden press down on his sex, sandwiching him between your foot and the floor. Under that pressure, he finally displayed the submission you had been chasing all night long. Levi clenched his teeth and dug his fingernails into his palms, “Kh! Shit…!”

You spared him no mercy. Craving more of those curses, you twisted your ankle and ground him further. His solidity was in competition with your flooring and your ego, all of which unbreakable. In that battle, he was screaming, sweating, but not saying his safe word. 

His jaw had fallen, releasing pants audible. Exhilaration in his air. Trembles in his muscles. You tilted your head and cinched your brow. You recognized these breaths, that flush, and the pleasure they indicated, though you did not expect to see them here. “You like that, don’t you?”

Levi answered through the drool that spilled out his mouth and pooled onto the top of your foot. Your neat freak should have been squirming, but if anything, he was savoring this. You could feel his veins risen up into the base of your foot. His tip played a round counterpart to your lotioned heel. Toes tickled his V and dipped down to caress his underside. 

Tonight was about you. It was for you. But somehow, more than anything - even your own orgasm - you longed to induce his. To witness him squashed to nothingness and writhe in its aftermath, that desire drove your oscillations up and down his length. Hard and fast you pushed your stance to the ground, his sex squeezed beneath. Your skin ran hot in friction, his even more so, with each fierce push up and back down. 

He was really crying now. Loudly, pathetically, tears gushed down his cheeks, running streaks through the smears of his blood. Tendons in his wrist stretched to make their own shadows. Adam’s apple ached, hard-pressed to his throat. Head flung back, shameless display of his fucked-out state - to you, only you!

You could see it, but you needed to hear it. Combing your fingers through his hair as you dug into his most sensitive spot, “Who do you belong to, Levi?” 

Levi stuttered in obvious strain. A mix of syllables - your name and swears - punctuated by gasps. Threatening, you lifted your pressure slightly, dangling climax in front of his face like a treat to a pet. “If you wanna cum, you’d better -”

“You!!” Levi cried, “Y’Yours, I’m yours!!”

Painted in his own blood, saliva, and now his cum. At last, you were satisfied. That satisfaction must have affected your motions as you made your final absentminded move: opening the gates of release and kicking him through them. 

“Fuck, (Y/N)!” Levi panted, “Oh, shit. Oh, fuck!!”

You smiled in adoration: It’s his adorable way of saying thank you. 

You had not been easy on him, and he had not wanted you to. It was what he specifically asked for, demanded even. Tonight, you ruled his world. A crown atop your head, a servant at your feet. He recognized with each hit and stomp, you knew with each wave of his climax: just how important you were.

It was good to be reminded now and then.

Kinktober Year 3 Masterlist

[storytowrite]

Minsung Bonus

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Paring: Minsung

Genre: smut, BL

Word count: 2066

Here's the promised bonus of Minsung. At first I wanted to create a whole story about them, but it turned into a one shot instead. I hope you will enyjoy reading it as much as you enjoyed the story about Hyunlix.

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Several months have passed since the Prince of Fire's retinue visited the Winter Kingdom. The Prince of Fire's delegation had to return to their kingdom to fulfill their duties related to Hyunjin's stay in the Winter Kingdom. Everyone seemed pleased with the decision. Everyone except one person. 

Minho paced around the room, almost trampling a path in the wooden floor. He couldn't concentrate on anything. For several months, all he had done was walk back and forth in his bedroom, which he practically never left. He longed, and the longing that filled him had a bitter taste. 

From the very beginning, he was not happy with the decision made by the rulers. The sending away of his new toy (who was unimaginably handsome and vulnerable to his dominant side) not only made him unhappy but also gave him a strange sense of emptiness. 

The absence of Han's presence near him made Minho go crazy. His focus was practically non-existent. He felt as if a part of him had died. And yet Han was only in another kingdom. A few days away from him.

Minho knew, however, that he could not leave his kingdom. He had responsibilities to the ruler and the kingdom. He sighed heavily. How much longer would he have to endure this torture? The lack of Han around him was really giving him a hard time. 

Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door, which awoke him from his thoughts. He groaned displeased. Who dares to disturb him? 

“Yes?” He asked in irritation. Chan entered the room with a slight smile. Minho felt the urge to wipe that smile off his face. “What do you want Chan?” He asked groggily. 

“I have news.” Chan winked at him. “You'll like this news Minho...” 

“Mhm, certainly.” The man rolled his eyes. “What is it?”

“Well, your new toy, as you called him, is coming to visit us soon.” Chan watched his friend's reaction with a smile. “Felix's birthday is coming up, and in connection with this, our wonderful king is throwing a party. And this means that a delegation from the Fire Kingdom will also come here.” 

“T-Truly?” Minho stammered. Maybe he won't be alone that long after all? “How can I be sure that Han will come here?” 

“ Well, such that Prince I.N sent a letter.” Chan handed him a bunch of paper. “And thus confirmed who from the Kingdom of Fire's delegation will come. Han is on the list.” 

Minho smiled broadly. After all, his torture would end soon.

“Then what are we waiting for Chan? We need to help plan everything.” With renewed energy, Minho left the room. He was already looking forward to meeting Han. 

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Preparations for Felix's birthday ball took a week. Minho got involved more than anyone else. The thought that he would soon meet Han filled him with joy. He couldn't wait to see him. 

When the time of arrival came he began to get nervous. After all, what they had experienced together during Han's time at the palace was not just a product of Minho's imagination. But what if Han didn't remember it as well as he did? What if he didn't miss Minho? Minho sank into his thoughts. 

After dinner, when everyone had already dispersed to their rooms, only Minho and Han remained in the dining room, who, because of the man's hand holding his thigh, was afraid to move. He glanced uncertainly at the older and definitely stronger man than himself. He swallowed his saliva loudly, and Minho's hand tightened again on his thigh. 

“M-Minho...” He began to feel uncertain. “I would like to get up... May I?” 

“ You're adorable.” Minho smiled amused. “And what will you do when you get up?” 

“I... Ehm... Well...” Minho's hand ran circles down Han's thigh, very close to his crotch. Han was unable to concentrate on anything. 

“Just say what you want, kitten.” Minho whispered sensually into Han's ear and bit his earlobe again that evening. 

“Me, I want...” A pleasant shiver went through Han. The man was unable to think straight. He moved slightly in his seat. Minho's hand on his thigh did not help him at all. Han knew that if Minho didn't stop right away, things would get tighter in his pants. And well, Minho apparently knew just as well. 

“Use your words kitten.” Minho urged him. “Do you want me to give you a break, or do you want me to.... help you with your pants problem?” 

“Y-yes.” Han groaned when Minho's hand found its way to his crotch. “Please.” 

“But what are you asking for, kitten?” Minho smiled, still teasing Han. 

“Take care of me, I beg you!” Han groaned. 

Minho didn't need more. He gladly took care of Han's problem. And then... Then Minho took Han to his room, where they spent the whole night and the morning of the next day together. 

“Oi Minho!” Chan woke Minho from his thoughts. “Focus, the guests are starting to arrive.” 

“ I am focused.” Minho rolled his eyes. 

“Ehe, just not on what's needed.” Chan laughed quietly under his breath. “What were you thinking about?” 

“Nothing.” Minho muttered. “You're awfully nosy.” 

“And you're awfully in love.” Chan snapped back. Minho, however, had to admit he was right. Actually, yes, he was in love. But he didn't want to talk about it out loud, yet. 

Finally, a carriage bearing the Hyunjin family crest pulled up in front of the palace. Minho held his breath. He would soon see Han. He waited so long…

Prince Jeongin, Hyunjin's brother and then Changbin, who was now the chief guardsman, got out of the carriage first. Minho, however, kept looking out for that one tiny person. His tiny person. 

Then finally, he got off. He looked... Well, different. He was now broader in the shoulders. Has he been exercising? His muscles had become more clear. A black long coat lined with fur flowed freely over his figure, and a white shirt and black leather pants perfectly highlighted his slender waist. Minho swallowed his saliva. Over these few months, Han had certainly had a glow up. 

It is true that each of the visitors has changed slightly over these few months. However, Minho paid no attention to them. Only Han Jisung mattered to him. Chan smiled as he saw how his friend could not take his eyes off the man who had turned his head. He knew that as soon as the three newcomers crossed the threshold of the palace, Minho would take Han away and probably no one would see them until their visit was over. 

"Welcome!" Chan called out cheerfully. "Prince Felix and Hyunjin are already expecting you." He bowed and gestured for the guests to come inside the palace. "The road must have been tiring." Chan began courteously. "Would you perhaps like to freshen up first?"

"No need. I'd be happy to meet my brother first." Jeongin answered him shortly. 

"Of course. Follow me then." Said Chan and led the guests toward the lounge they were already familiar with, where Felix and Hyunjin were waiting for them. 

Minho followed them, not taking his eyes off Jisung. He couldn't get enough of looking at how Han had changed over these few months. His figure looked unearthly in his clothes. Minho, therefore, was curious to see how Han looked without them. 

"I can feel your gaze on me, you know?" Han spoke up quietly, glancing at Minho. "It's not nice to devour guests with your eyes like that." Was Han just reprimanding him? 

"I don't devour guests with my eyes, only you, kitten." Minho smirked. "You've changed... And I don't know yet whether I like the change or not." 

"Find out then." Han winked and left a stunned Minho in the hallway, following the rest into the lounge. 

Could it be that Han had gained more confidence over these few months? And stopped being scared? Did he just challenge him? Minho was confused. But at the same time, he liked it. He was curious to see what else he could expect from Jisung during this visit. 

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Minho chose not to enter the lounge. He waited outside, hoping Han would come out to him right away. The wait lasted an eternity for him before the door opened and seven men stepped out of the room. 

"Oh Minho? Have you been here all this time? Why didn't you come in?" He was asked by Felix, who was the first one to leave the lounge. 

"No, no... I just came here. All the guests are practically in the ballroom already, waiting for you." He replied, deftly lying to Felix. It wasn't the first time, after all. 

"Ah, the ball... I would have forgotten." Felix sighed. 

"Let's go then." Hyunjin smiled warmly at him. "Jeongin and the others will join us later. Minho, show Jeongin and the others their rooms, please." 

The two rulers, accompanied by Chan and Seungmin, moved into the ballroom to greet the rest of the guests who had just arrived. Minho, meanwhile, nodded to the other three and led them to the royal wing, where their bedrooms awaited them. 

Jeongin and Changbin quickly disappeared into their rooms. Tired from the trip, the two men went to rest. Han, on the other hand, feeling Minho's gaze on him, stopped before entering his room. 

"You're still doing it." He said, looking at him lazily. 

"What am I doing, kitten?" Minho asked innocently. 

"You're devouring me with your eyes." Han replied, not even stammering. Mimho blinked. He didn't expect Jisung to gain so much courage over these few months. 

"This is not true." Minho denied. 

"Minho, I can see it anyway." Jisung smiled slightly and turned toward the man. "We are alone here... Admit it , you missed me." 

"Since when did you become so confident, huh?" Asked Minho, walking up to Han quickly and pinning him to the wall.  

"Since our last night." Han replied almost immediately, watching the man in front of him. "Go ahead and say it. Say you missed me." 

"How do you know I missed you?" Asked Minho leaning over the man. 

"Because I fucking missed you." Said Han and joined his lips with Minho's, who for a moment shook himself out of his thoughts and didn't react. It lasted a few seconds before consciousness returned to him and he responded to the kiss, deepening it almost immediately. 

"I like your new side, kitten." Murmured Minho and moved his lips along Jisung's neck, causing Han to gasp quietly. "Come, I'll show you how much I missed you, baby." 

Minho and Jisung disappeared into the bedroom. As soon as the door closed behind them, the two men threw themselves at each other. Minho greedily undressed Han, tearing his shirt. Han did not remain indebted to him. The two men couldn't get enough of each other. Lips, tongues, teeth, hands, every part of their bodies fought for closeness. Longing mixed with desire filled the room they were in. 

Jisung pulled Minho behind him onto the huge bed. Even though he was underneath him, Han dominated. Minho surrendered completely to the younger man. Their kisses became sloppier and wetter. Minho bit Han's neck, leaving a huge hickey on it, at which Jisung drove his nails into Minho's back. The brief moment made Minho moan. 

"I didn't know you liked..." Han began. 

"Don't you even start, kitten." Minho threw a warning, at which the younger smiled sassily and kissed Minho, twisting them around. Now it was Han who was on top. "You're stronger than before." Minho said. 

"And you're more docile." Han smirked and leaned over Minho. He kissed him lightly, then moved his lips over his jaw, neck and torso. Minho sighed blissfully, giving in to the feeling. 

Han placed wet kisses on the man's body. Each kiss was laced with a hickey. Minho surrendered to Jisung completely. He let him do everything the other man felt like doing. Their louder moans filled the room. 

That evening Minho and Jisung spent time in the bedroom. They did not go downstairs for the ball. In fact, they practically did not leave the huge bed at all. Their joy after such a long separation knew no bounds. 

And one thing was certain. Neither of them was going to leave the other ever again. They were destined for each other. They were soulmates. 

When Fire meets Ice Masterlist

[kurooandkenmasslut]

In honor of Kinktober and my birthday can you pls write a Itadori X Megumi x Afab! Reader pls <3333 (smut if possible)

Notes: Okay!! I tried doing smut for the first time ever, so I'm really sorry if this isn't good! :( This is a smut drabble-ish! :) ( PS. I'M SO BAD AT MAKING SMUT THIS IS SO CRINGY HELP-) Happy bday love :))

Genre: Smut

Itadori Yuji x Megumi Fushiguro x AFAB! Reader

You and your boyfriend, Megumi Fushiguro, were watching a movie like usual, eating some popcorn. You two were watching (some horror movie) all skin-to-skin together. You were wearing some bicycle shorts with a small baggy t-shirt & Megumi was wearing some sweatpants and a shirt also. You didn't really like horror movies, and neither did Megumi, but you two did a bet that if any of you two didn't watch it, had to do anything the other person said for a whole week.

Megumi had popcorn on his lap, hogging all of it. "'Gumiiii, give me back the popcorn!" You whined. You jumped at him to get back what you needed, except... when you launched for the popcorn on his lap, he moved it before your eyes. You landed on his crotch, accidentally touching his...male part. Megumi groaned quietly. You and Megumi widened your eyes.

'Did he just?!'

'Did I just?!'

Your cheeks heated up like fire as you moved your hands back, but Megumi stopped you. "D-Don't stop," He muttered before blushing and looking everywhere except you. Heart beating, you slowly slithered your hand back to where he wanted you most. His cock.

You palmed him through his sweatpants, slowly picking up the pace. But he wasn't satisfied enough, and you saw that. Hands stopping, you took his jaw and made him face you. Touching his face, you leaned in and started a makeout. "May I?" you whispered, loud enough or him to hear. Through clashing teeth and lips connecting, you managed to listen to him mumble a yes before hurrying your hands off to take off his trousers. His hips lifted up to help you take off his trousers and boxers.

Your fingers glided on his cock tip, spreading the pre-cum around. You and Megumi parted and panted from the make-out, a line of saliva between him and your lips. Fingers going up and down his shaft quickly but delicately. You put the tip in your mouth, licking all around before taking him whole, bobbing your head up and down. Your hands were unoccupied so you decided to fondle his big balls sucking on them too.

Suddenly, his fingers went under your skirt and pushed past your panties, and plunged into your pussy, pumping his fingers into you. You moaned in delight. His hands were very quick and fast which made you feel like you were about to cum already. You also felt like he was about to come also as his legs started shaking in the slightest, and his groans became louder.

Wet squelching, moans, and groans were heard outside the door. And those lewd noises were heard by no other by Yuji Itadori, palming himself through his trousers. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it.

Yuji Itadori's POV

'This is so wrong' I thought. I can't believe I'm listening to my best friend and his girlfriend have sex with each other. He leaned his head back against the door, imagining you deep-throating his cock greedily, while Megumi fucks you from the back. The more he thought about it, the more aroused he got.

He shook his head quickly, and swiftly knocked on the door. "M-Megumi? It's Itadori!" he said. The sounds from inside the room stopped for a minute, with a few mumbles here and there before it kept going. "I- ugh- 'Gumi! I-Itadori, you can come i-in!" you exclaimed in desire. Itadori closed his eyes tight before he slowly opened the door. His right eye opened to take a peak, which he turned absolutely red at. "H-Hah, Ita..dori help me out here?" He managed to pant out. Both of his eyes opened at the sight and close the door shut. He nodded slowly before walking over to you and Megumi. "What w-will I do?" he muttered, loud enough for you two to hear. "Whatever you want, is that okay baby?" Megumi grunted. You nodded your head in agreement before your shaky hand gripped his trouser zipper.

Itadori grabbed your hand gently and helped you pull it down due to Megumi's tip hitting your cervix many of times. You pulled at the elastic on his boxers and his cock sprung out and touched the tip of your nose. You wrapped your fingertips around his tip and spread pre-cum around his shaft, going at a slow pace. He silently groaned as you moaned loudly at Itadori and at Megumi's pounding. "F-Faster!" He groaned breathlessly. Your hands went in a face pace of up and down. He moaned at the pace. "G-Gumi! I'm about to-to cum!" You screamed, your hands let go of Yuji's shaft and deep-throated him quickly, bobbing your head up and down. "Y/N!" Megumi and Itadori moaned. Your tongue explored his cock, wrapping and sucking it a few times, making his legs shake. "H-Hey Y-Y/n I think I'm about to cum!" He yelled, throwing his head back in blissfulness'. "Me too! Where do you want it Y/n?" He yelped out his pace going faster, eyebrows scrunching in concentration. You took Itadori's dick out of your mouth for a quick second. "I-In! I'm on birth control!" You yelled as you put his shaft back into your mouth. Your mouth shaped into an 'O' shape as you rolled your eyes in the back of your head as you cummed, Itadori not taking it any longer and blowing his cum into the back of your throat.

You felt your stomach getting full of Megumi's cum as he jittered out a few thrusts before stopping completely. You felt Itadori's cock twitch when you took him out, You panted for air, and so did Megumi and Itadori. Megumi pulled himself out altogether. Itadori smirked before saying,

"Round two?"

[cottagecorrosive]

A post to myself so no one read it pls

I'm going to be okay. Someday I'm going to wake up with the dawn and have the warmth of the sun gently get me out of bed. I will go into the kitchen of a small home that we bought together after we have experienced the world despite never leaving the country. I will cook breakfast: pancakes with lots of syrup, eggs, bacon, hot coco...your favorite. I'll wake you up with the smell of a lovingly made meal and gentle sound of me humming our song. We have plenty, but each melody reminds me of you. That's why I can get out of bed. The sun and the warmth remind me I will have another gentle day with you. We'll eat on the porch outside and listen to the morning birds. Our jobs will be worthwhile. We'll have a garden. We'll have a golden lab and name him Rusty. He won't be bright, but he'll shine. We'll have plenty of room to breath and to run and to skip and to frolic. We'll act like no one is watching because the only person i care about who looks at me is you...and i know you love me. And you know I love you too. Forever and always. I'll be able to sit in the living room. I'll be happy to wake up. It'll be hard going to sleep because of how excited I am for tomorrow. We'll be okay. Our minds may not be fixed from all that we've been through, but we know how to love each other's scars. At night we'll have fires and smores and we'll cuddle watching a movie you fall asleep halfway through. I'll carry you to bed and kiss your forehead before trailing off to a dream that will never compare to the life we have. We'll have a family that accepts for who we are and we enjoy the holidays. I haven't been on social media for months. We'll make pinky promises and keep them because they are the most important thing. Chores are not a chore. We'll wash the dishes together and sing our favorite songs. We'll do laundry together and sing The Devil Went Down to Georgia in time with our broken yet usable washing machine. We appreciate living and the living. We'll go hiking all the time and take the time to relax. We'll see each other in the stars. We each have our own space and can appreciate time together and apart. We'll need time to be alone, but I can't wait to tell you what I did and I can't wait to hear what you did. We'll be gentle with each other. In every way. We'll try to bake and create new recipes. Probably failing most of the time, but laughing at how gooey the cake looks and eating it anyway. We won't get angry anymore. At anyone. I'll say I love you a million times and minute and mean it every time. It's my only constant thought. We'll take pictures of everywhere we go and hang them on the wall. Some we'll forget, but they'll be there. Every day I will fall in love with you again. Every few nights we'll get dressed in our nicest clothes and dance on the porch. We'll try to learn new ways to dance and will never be able to because we'll just fall to the floor laughing at ourselves. I'll still practice when I'm alone to impress you next time. We both will. We'll never stop trying to impress each other. I'll learn your favorite songs on guitar and we'll sing together. When we're doing chores I'll turn off my music to head you softly humming. I'll never be tired again. Not like I was. Not like I am. We'll read together, not saying a word. We'll sometimes buy gifts for each other, but most of the time it'll be crafts of love. A crotched ghost. A song. A birdhouse. A trip. A crown made from daisies. We'll exist together. Somehow never getting in the way of the other. We'll celebrate birthdays, anniversaries, Halloweens, Christmases, Easter to the fullest extent. Not to celebrate them, but to have an excuse to have fun with each other. We'll appreciate every season and the change they bring. The Spring. The Summer. The Autumn. The Winter. Change and love are the only constants. We'll wash each other's hair. We'll do things for one another because we want to, not because we have to. We'll be content.

Life will be gentle and worth living.

[theboysfromaustin]

February 1, 2026

Wade flinched as soon as he saw the Chuck E Cheese from the Mopac feeder road.

They pulled into the parking lot, and Wade stared at the building like he was experiencing some sort of horrible flashback. "You okay, Wade?" "Yeah, it's...I just...animatronics…" "They scare you?" "A lot." "What don't you like about them?" "Dead eyes, jerky movement.  We came here when I was a little kid for a party, and the band….So many dead eyes…."  "Think you can handle a few hours?" "Do they serve beer?" "Yes." "Then I should be able to handle it." "Good.  You know how important it is for us to be here." "I don't like mascot costumes either." "Oh my god, this is going to be hell for you." "I know, there was a guy at HEB in the HEBuddy suit last week and I almost turned around and left." Gav grabbed the gift from the back seat.

"I feel like I'm about to enter the gates of Hell."

"Don't worry.  We'll protect you," Kazuo said,  "Fend 'em off with shitty pizza." They entered, and Wade froze,  "That's the biggest rat I've ever seen." The guy in the Chuck E outfit had to be six feet tall, minimum. "Holy Jesus look at the size of that goddamn thing," Kazuo gave a low whistle. "Can you two try to keep the language to a minimum?" Gav looked at them pleadingly. "Maybe." "No."

"Grandpa Kazuo!  Grandpa Gav!  Uncle Wade!"

"There he is!" Wade caught the boy, picking him up and spinning him around. "Don't make him puke, Wade!" "Happy sixth birthday, kiddo!" "Ya made it to six!  Soon you'll be driving, and going to college…" "Ah, that's a ways off yet, dads," Anders appeared, and led them back into the colorful dungeon, where Dermot was defending a Batman cake against a horde of twelve determined children.

"Red!  No parents stayed to help?" Wade took up a spot next to him. "Nope.  All bailed." "Brutal.  These all kids from his class?" "Yeah…kind of regretting…" "There's so many of them…" Kazuo took up a seat, hailing a waitress who looked dead inside, and ordered a beer pitcher.

"Well…" Gav looked down as two kids started using him for hide and seek, "At least we're here to….wrangle….?" "Yeah, and -" Wade froze, shrinking away as the stage curtains parted, exposing Munch's Make Believe Band, then stepped behind Gav for protection, which didn't really work since Gav was significantly shorter.

"You, uh…okay, Wade?"

The beer arrived, Kazuo pouring himself one, "Big man's afraid of puppets and furries." "Uh-oh," Anders bit his lip.  "I'll be fine…" Wade settled in next to Kazuo, grabbing a drink.  "Dad, daddy, can we have the cards?" Young Ian circled his dads like a shark. "Pizza will be here in ten minutes, lad." "Just a few minutes!  We'll be back in ten!" "Alright, as long as you watch the clock." The children swarmed Anders, and took off.

"He's already negotiating deals for others…"

"Oh my god, he's gonna be a great lawyer."

Gav sat down, looking around at the whole spectacle, "Kind of like the crane game place in Akihabara." "Much crappier prizes, though - who wants a my size Charles Entertainment Cheese?" "Why are you referring to the rat by his proper, Christian name?" "It's funnier that way." Anders and Dermot sat down, already looking exhausted.  "Thought this would be easier than a home party…" "Once they really hit school age, it's easier to let someone else clean up the mess.  Still a massive amount of work."

Gav was staring up at the maze of tubes, "What in the…" "Habitrail." "Hey, dad Kaz, any kid gets stuck, you're going up after them." "Suck my nuts, son." "You know what I like about you, dad?  You're so charming." "Those things have to be filthy inside…and the ball pit!" "That's what I call the interior crotch of my pants, and if anyone is goin' in there, it's Gav." "Why me?!" Wade patted him on the shoulder, "You're an itty-bitty man.  We'd get stuck." "Oh god, I hope nobody gets stuck."

Kazuo smiled, "You know, if Ian were here, he'd go up after a scared kid, all six feet of him." "And then they'd have to call the fire department." "Like when he went up that tree after our frisbee." "Dads…." Anders reached over, taking each of their hands, "You doing okay?" "I think so…" "Best we can…I just keep living for him."

They were interrupted by the arrival of the pizza - four in total, two cheese, a pepperoni and a supreme.  "Wow, that looks…" "Uh…" "Skanky.  I've eaten pizza off the ground that looked better." "How do you not have every type of hepatitis?" Dermot stood, "Ian!  Tá pizza anseo, a ghasúir!" "How's his Irish coming?" "Better than mine." "I never understood a word of Welsh…" "I understood the swears."

A herd of children stormed up, swarming the pizza, and dispersing to another table to talk about the usual 6-year-old things.  The adults took the leftover pizza, watching the kids.  "They're in their own little world." "They're happy, I'm glad he got better after pre-K." "Yeah, he's a lot happier in school now." "Yup, there he is, the future attorney with a pepperoni up each nostril." Anders snapped a photo, "Precious memories, and embarrassment fodder for his first date." "You gotta tell the dirt-eating story, too." "And the moth-eating one." "God, that was a harrowing three months of tasting the world."

"This is the worst pizza I've ever had." "Guys, a first - Gav doesn't like a food." "No, he's right, it's terrible." "Is this saltine crackers covered in plastic and horse chunks?" "No, horse is delicious." Dermot coughed, and pulled a long hair from his throat.  "Oh my god." "That was…" "Disgusting?" "Take a drink, dear, get….that…out of your mouth." Dermot gagged, "I think I'm done with pizza."

The other men nodded, pushing their plates away, watching the kids once more.  "Why is more than one child wearing pizza as a hat?" "They're having fun." "Greasy, awful fun." "Better than me at 6.  Everyone hated me.  Even in class birthdays, I never got a damn cupcake." "I never had a birthday until Ian and Kazuo took me in.  Victoria got all the parties." "Least you two get along now.  We should go visit her in Detroit." "I think I had one birthday at a place like this, but it was at Discovery Zone." "I don't remember anything like this in Ireland."

All the boys at the table were now using their hands to blow raspberries except for one who was just shouting, "FAAAAAAART!" while the girls giggled.  "Dignified future attorney…" "Seems we knew an attorney who was a lanky doofus…" "Heh.." Anders and the rest of the adults stood, "Y'all ready to sing?" "YEAH!" 

"DID SOMEONE SAY SING?!"

Just like that, the six foot rat parted the crowd of children, Wade immediately cowering behind Kazuo.  "And a-one, and a-two…" And thus began a really off-key rendition of a song that wasn't quite Happy Birthday for legal reasons.  As it ended, the men all looked at one another.  "Man, next time I'm singing." "That was…" "An experience?" "Dramhaíl." "Giant…rat…"

"Easy, Wade, if you pass out, we'll have to call your EMT buddies and you'll be super embarrassed that you conked out at the rat palace." "Uh….presents?" "YEAH!" Chuck E wandered off, and Wade relaxed.  Young Ian started working through the gifts, getting toys, books and clothing, until he got to Gav, Kazuo, and Wade's.  He opened it, pulling out a stuffed dog in a maroon suit, holding a suitcase.  "Press his paw," Kazuo said softly.  Young Ian did.

"Happy birthday, lad!  I know you've gotten even bigger and stronger by now.  I love you, and I always will."

Young Ian stared up at the three men, "Is…Is that…?" "Wade found a cassette that had fallen between Ian's desk drawer and the inside of the desk." "I was trying to grab the checkbook that got knocked out." Dermot took Anders' hand and squeezed gently,  "Dad…" "I…I…" Young Ian blinked back tears, then lunged forward, clinging to Wade's legs,

"Thank you…." 

Wade knelt down, embracing him and picking him up, Gav and Kazuo joining in.  "This has been the best birthday ever!" "Still got about an hour of unlimited arcade!" "YEAH!" The kids ran off with their cards, young Ian with his new stuffie.  "That was incredible, guys." "He's gonna keep that forever." "Good job clinching the spot of favorite uncle, Wade." "I'm his only uncle." "Don't think on it too hard, Skippy."

Anders cleared his throat, "Gentlemen, I have game cards for us, let's get sloshed and win prizes." "Let me go load up presents, and I'm in." "Oh god, we're all gonna have to Uber home." "I'll stay sober, I get…. ornery…" Gav grinned.  "Like that Halloween you got tanked and fell off your barstool." "Or my 21st when we all got hammered, crashed a college party and wound up naked." "I am glad I was away at college for that.  It's bad enough I saw you dads naked that one time….except dad Kazuo, who I have been cursed to see naked multiple times." "The one was entirely your fault, but the rest were hilarious - also I will smoke any of y'all at skee-ball."

"You're on," Anders smirked, handing out game cards.  "I can beat you one-armed, one-eyed and one-legged." "Wade!  Mario Kart?" "Yeah!" They dispersed, Gav and Wade taking up at the Mario Kart, laughing.  Young Ian wandered the arcade, plush held close.  He stopped, pressing the dog's paw, comforted hearing his grandfather's voice.  His classmates milled around him, trying to win as many tickets as possible.

"Nice teddy, dork."

He looked up, an older boy sneering at him.  "I…" "I think I deserve that more than you," and he grabbed the plush, taking off.  Young Ian immediately swore in Irish - a word Dermot hadn't taught him, but that he picked up anyway, and took off in furious pursuit, rage propelling him forward.

Gav was losing badly at Mario Kart for the fourth round when he felt a tug at his shirt, and looked down.  "Ummm…..Ian's grandpa?" "What's wrong?* Wade crowed with laughter as he hit Gav with a blue shell.  "A big boy took Ian's toy and they went in the tunnels and they haven't come out." "Ah, sh-" He caught himself,  Too much time with the degenerates.  "Wade, go tell the others, I'm, uh…" 

He swallowed hard, "I'm….going….in…."  Wade nodded, abandoning the game.  Kazuo was smoking a frustrated-looking Anders while Dermot cheered them on.  Wade whistled, and Kazuo jumped, throwing a ball into an air hockey table.  "What gives?!" "There's been an incident." "Family motto." "Some little shitbag took Ian's plush and they disappeared into the tubes.  Gav went in." "Ah, Jesus." "Oh my god, I gotta see this."

Gav groaned as he army crawled through the tubes, "I feel like Bruce Willis in Die Hard…" He grimaced as he hit a wet patch, "Ew, ew, ew!  Please be soda…" He came to a fork in the road, "Ian?!  Ian!" "Grandpa Gav?" He followed his voice, finding him clutching his plush in a little capsule.  "What happened, kiddo?" "A bad kid took my stuffie…I chased him in here and I got it back…but I got lost…" Gav nodded, "I'll help you get out, but, uh…not that way…someone peed in there…"

The other four men stared up at the tubes.  "Well…" "Maybe they're dead." "Dad!" "Why are there so many tubes?" There was a sudden thump, and obscenity that all the children in the vicinity learned immediately, and Gav fell headfirst into the ball pit, young Ian jumping in next to him.  "Ian!  Gav!" "Dad! Daddy!" "They survived!" Gav righted himself, going crosseyed for a moment as he shook his head.

"That's a hell of a piss stain on your shirt, red." "I'm taking my shirt off when we get in the car." "Grandpa Gav came and saved me!" "Ah, good man, Gav." Young Ian stared up at him adoringly, "Thank you, grandpa Gav.  I love you.  And I love you, grandpa Kazuo and uncle Wade." "Love you, Ian." "Yeah, and happy birthday, kid." "You're growing up so fast.  And you're a great kid." Young Ian grinned - he was happy, loved -

Living his best life.

[cottlestonpie77]

Rando Legacy 1.6

You know I have to say - I had a VERY popular legacy back in the real heyday of Sims 2 and modded and owned several popular Sims communities on Live Journal. My legacy was popular enough that EA contacted me and a couple others and gave us Sims 3 for free if we would promote the game in our communities, which I happily did. I had Sim Secrets made about me, people asking for my Sims, tons of WCIF questions, the whole shebang.

And I felt so much pressure to post every week, to make sure my screenshots looked perfect, to have the best decorated houses, etc. etc. and I have to say this is a breath of fresh air. Ain't NOBODY reading this Simblr and honestly that's just fine with me. I mean if they do, great, but I like just sort of shittily editing my pictures and just writing whatever random stuff pops into my head about the pics rather than trying to create this whole hilarious narrative. I'm having a blast. :) Anyway, onward to the shittily edited pics!

So you may remember the horrid nanny that was mean to Brandi and made her cry? Well, now Callum is a teen and so I let Brandi fire her Hagatha ass.

Brandi: Harry Potter and the AUDACITY of this bitch. Excuse me, Hagatha, me firing you does not mean you don't have to work any more and you can just hang and watch TV. It means...GET OUT.

Dylan has a new friend, Tessa! They became besties like, instantly.

Abner: I'm sorry you can't properly enjoy your science hobby, Brandi but we are WAY too poor to afford a telescope right now.

There's a lot to unpack here. Also, I'd like to know what gave Brandi the Nature liking point. Is it being outside in her underwear? Is it being threatened by a stray dog? We shall never know.

Eureka!

OH MY GOD a fire! I have the more dangerous fire mod and let's just say I was realllly happy there was nothing flammable by this tree.

That's right, Abner. In a world full of treadmill runners, be a cyclist.

Callum brings home a friend from school and they seem really into each other, it's super cute.

Walkby Karen: Oh my God, is that a BLACK? In MY neighborhood? Looks for phone to dial 911

...not appropriate mealtime conversation, Callum.

Brandi: Aww, Callum has a girlfriend, isn't that sweet? It's a little awkward sitting here watching TV with them but not too bad. I'm just going to pretend I don't notice how close his hand is to her crotch.

Brandi: Aight, I'mma head out.

I mean, I personally wouldn't this coming towards me for a first kiss, but she doesn't seem to mind (I can't remember her damn name).

Well, well, well. Look who's birthday it is! Dylan, aka THE HEIR.

Behold, what shall his genetics bring us??

Well, okay. He is still weird looking but he does mostly have Abner's nose, if not quite so big, so I'm happy enough, I guess.

I had Tessa age up with Dylan and ooooh, girl! Looking mighty fine! Might you be a potential love interest for Dylan?

...okay, that's gonna be a no. Dylan is already alien looking enough without adding this into the mix.

I look over after deciding that Tessa is a very unsuitable choice and see Callum's girlfriend slapping the shit out him?? For no reason?? These two are in LOVE and I cannot imagine what precipitated this. Callum is so sweet!

Well, I mean they WERE in love. But shockingly, Callum doesn't take kindly to being slapped around at his brother's birthday party!

So he broke up with her right then and there. GOOD FOR YOU, Callum. Don't you take any guff from her, even if she IS super pretty.

Callum's EX-girlfriend:

Callum: I don't need no girlfriend! I'm a single successful guy! (And if you're old, and you know what the second half of that quote is from, then MAYBE you'll know what my old legacy was!)

Until next time!

[meowdarame]

TA!kuroo headcanons

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

pairings: kuroo x f!reader

warnings: explicit language, SMUT (18+, minors DNI!!), age gap (5-ish years), teacher’s assistant x student dynamic, vaginal sex, spanking, voyeurism, male masturbation, creampie, perv!kuroo, lmk if there’s anything that i missed!

notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO KUROO TETSUROU!!! kuroo as a chemistry TA has me in a mf full nelson omfg (also this may or may not be inspired by my hot lab TA who i've had a crush on since freshman year sooo oops hehe). as always, i hope you enjoy and likes and reblogs are always appreciated!

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ TA!kuroo who works as a teacher’s assistant for your general chemistry lab to receive funding for his research. during your lab orientation, TA!kuroo wears a shirt that’s way too tight for him; his toned biceps and pecs distractingly protrude through the cotton material, drawing the attention and affection of several first-year chemistry students, including yourself.

TA!kuroo who is so attentive to his student’s needs, quickly responding to emails and frequently hosting office hours and exam review sessions because he genuinely cares about the success of his students. TA!kuroo who is very accommodating when you tell him that you have a class during his weekly office hour session, so he schedules a one-on-one meeting with you to go over your calculations and results for your lab report.

TA!kuroo who meets you in a private study room in the library, whose jaw immediately goes slack when he sees what you’re wearing. your skirt barely covers your ass, exposing the soft skin of your thighs. TA!kuroo who makes you sit in the seat underneath the air vent so he can watch the cool air stimulate your skin. TA!kuroo who doesn’t let you know that he can see straight through your low cut shirt, who uses the image of your hardened nipples later that night to pleasure himself, stroking his cock and imagining what else you’re hiding underneath your skimpy clothing.

TA!kuroo who “accidentally” pours acid on your lab coat during your next class-- but don’t worry, the heavily diluted weak acid won’t hurt you! it definitely causes enough concern though, so you’re forced to use the safety shower. he has everyone evacuate the lab as you strip yourself of your clothing; he wants to make sure that he’s the only one who gets to see you in such a vulnerable state. he watches with lust-filled eyes as the freezing water soaks your hair, streams through the valley between your breasts, and drips off the lips of your cute pussy. TA!kuroo who makes no effort to hide the growing tent in his pants, who flashes you a sly smirk when he sees you staring at his crotch and rubbing your thighs together.

TA!kuroo who knows he’ll be fired-- hell, maybe even kicked out of his grad program-- if word gets out that he’s fucking his student. TA!kuroo who couldn’t give less of a shit about the repercussions, not when your perfect pussy flutters around his length as he hits that sweet spot along your walls. TA!kuroo who makes you cum on his cock over and over again, until your cream drips down his balls. TA!kuroo who stuffs your cunt full with his cum and makes you sit in your next class with his sticky seed ruining your panties and uncomfortably running down your thighs.

TA!kuroo who finds out that you lied about having a class during his weekly office hour session, who realizes that it was just a ploy to get alone time with him. TA!kuroo who, during your next dick appointment, bends you over and spanks you until the flesh of your ass stings and tears stream down your cheeks. TA!kuroo who won’t stop disciplining you until you’re profusely apologizing for lying to him and desperately begging for him to stop and fuck you already. TA!kuroo who kisses your tear-stained cheeks and accepts your request, because deep down he’s grateful that you’re such a cock hungry whore for him, one who’s willing to lie and scheme just for a taste of him.

[patrickswhore]

Karl Heisenberg X male reader

A/n: i couldn’t find any gifs of my daddy so I made one 😂 also sorry for not updating for a while, schools been tough but I’m in self isolation so I have plenty of time to write 😂 also light smut towards the end.

I stood at the back of my house, chopping wood for the burner. The snow fell heavy, making the wood crunch as it hit the cold ground.

I could see my breath as I breathed out in exhaustion. This winter was gonna be tough for me and my family. As the only man in my household and newly turned 21, I was just waiting for my sisters to play match makers and find me a young lady... hopefully that would be a while. In my village, being attracted to the same gender isn’t really a thing. So I’ll just have to suck it up, marry and have kids... you know, conform to society.

I walked inside with the lumber, shaking to get the snow off me like a wet dog. I placed it by the fireplace and threw a few blocks on the fire.

I hung my jacket on the coat rack and walked to the living room where my sister was sitting, chatting with a friend and drinking tea.

“Where’ve you been, (Y/N)? Fooling around with a lady?” My sister asked sarcastically, making fun of my lack of luck with women.

“Very funny, Paula” I rolled my eyes and walked into my moms bedroom, knocking softly on the door before entering.

Mother was laying in bed, looking at the ceiling. I knelt by her side, taking her hand. Ever since father passed away she hasn’t been the same, she lays in bed all day, not talking nor eating much.

“How are you feeling, mother?”

���....”

“I haven’t found a job yet.. but I promise I’ll find the money for your medicine, mother.... I promise”

She didn’t answer, she just kept on staring. I sighed and walked out the room, closing the door softly behind me.

“(Y/N), one of the neighbours came with this letter for you when you were out”

My sister handed me a letter, my name on the front in a crude handwriting. I opened the letter, it had a beautiful wax seal, decorated with a horse. The letter read:

Dear (Y/N)

Congratulations on your 21th birthday. You’ve been selected to come work for Karl Heisenberg at the factory on the outskirts of town. You’ve been selected because of your high grades and physical attributes. Please report to the factory as quickly as possible.

Kind regards, Karl Heisenberg.

My heart skipped a beat, Karl Heisenberg was asking me to come work for him. I couldn’t believe it, I rushed to me and my sisters room, quickly putting on some clean clothes and my prayer shoes. I ran into my mothers room, kneeling besides her once again.

“Mother, great news! I’m gonna go work for Lord Heisenberg...”

“.....”

“I love you mother, I’ll be back soon”

I rushed out, giving my sister a peak on the forehead and storming out the front door and into the freezing weather.

I walked up the hill to the metal doors, the factory was up and running, making a hell of a lot of noise. I banged on the heavy doors before it slowly opened on its own, revealing a room filled with scrap metal.

I heard the cracking sound of an intercom before hearing a low voice speaking.

“Ah! (Y/N) great you’re here so quickly. Please make your way to my office, all you have to do is make a left where you are and walk straight. It’s as easy as that, I’ll be waiting”

That must be lord Heisenberg speaking. I straighten up and walked as I had been instructed to. The condors were cramped and dimly lit by red lamps. I felt like the further into the factory I got, the more a putrid smell started to emerge. I finally reached the door, knocking two times.

“Yeah come on in!”

I slowly pushed open the metal door and was pleased that the wretched smell was now being overpowered by the scent of cigar smoke. There he sat, his back turned to me as I slowly shut the door. His hair was long and rugged, and he was toying with a small knife between his fingers.

“It’s great to finally meet you, (Y/N) (L/N). My men has had their eyes on you for a while, but you’re more impressive in person” the man stood up, he was taller then me to start with, but also physically more pumped. I was kinda scrawny, but the winter without my farther had put some meat on my bones.

“It’s an honor to be able to work for you, lord” I bowed my head slightly before looking up and finding him much closer then before. He put a finger under my chin, inspecting my face from different angels.

“My men were right, you surely are a very beautiful man”

My breath hitched in my throat.

“I beg you pardon?”

“Oh don’t play dumb with me, boy... we both know what you are”

“So that’s why you brought me here... not for work”

“Well a special kind of work, if you catch my drift”

“....”

He let go of my chin, moving a step back. I couldn’t deny it, he was extremely hot, but the thought of not being able to sustain my family drove me mad.

“Don’t worry, you’re getting a job at the factory too, and I’ll pay you handsomely for your services.. I know how much your family needs the money”

A stone lifted from my heart. What had I done for mother Miranda to gift me with such fortune? A well paying job and a handsome boss, who could ask for more?

“When do I start?”

“Well, immediately. But first, I have a question” he asked walking closer to me, slowly pushing me against the wall behind us. One hand on the wall besides my head and the other on my waist.

“Do you find me attractive?” His head was inching closer to my neck. His smell was intoxicating, a mix of sweat, cologne and rusty metal. I couldn’t get enough of him.

“Yes, very much”

“Good, because I need you to fix something for me” he grabbed my wrist with the hand from my waist and guided it to his crotch. I cupped his growing bugle as he made a low growling noise, almost like a dog. I started to softly stroke it as he removed his head from my neck, setting his hat on a nearby table before going back to my neck, kissing and biting along the side. I softly grabbed his dick, sending a shockwave through his body. He pulled back, looking at me through his sunglasses, I could slightly see his eyes which were full of lust. He put both his hands on my waist before moving me to the table, turning me around and bending me over it.

“You like that? You dirty man” he huffed, grinding against my ass, a hand on the back of my neck and another under my shirt on the small of my back.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you hear me?” He gave my ass a hard slap, I cried out in pleasure and surprise, gripping the edge of the table.

I could hear his belt buckle being undone as I waited. Suddenly a voice over the loud speakers outside.

“All four lords, report to the castle immediately. Glory be to mother Miranda”

“You have to be fucking kidding me, what does that super sized bitch want now?” He huffed in annoyance buckling his belt again. I stood up, sitting on the table which I had just been bent over.

“I’ll be back very soon” he placed himself between my legs and gave me a passionate kiss, I of course, kissed back.

He put on his hat before storming out the door. I sighed and hung my head. Fuck...

Bonus:

“You’re late, Heisenberg” Alcina snapped as Karl stomped inside.

“I was in the middle of something”

“In the middle of what? You’re such a-“ she stopped dead in her tracks as Karl sat down, completely forgetting about his huge bulge.

“Oh.. I see, you’ve gotten a bit too happy for one of your experiments again”

Karls eyes widened as he swung his jacket over his lap, covering his crotch.

“Shut up bitch, and stop looking at my dick”

“ watch your mouth, child. Moreau, wanna bet on how long this one is gonna last until he kills him?”

Moreau giggled before getting hit in the back with a sheet of metal.

“Not this one, freak!.... this one is different”

“Mhmm, let’s see about that”

“I’ll rip your fucking over sized head off, you stupid bitch!” The hammer flew into Karls hand before Miranda interrupted.

“I’ll fucking show you... he’s the one”

[sanguinescorpios]

now i’m thinking about step bro dream i am begging for a full story of that. please and thank you.

clandestine meetings

stepbro!dream x f!reader

summary: reader and dream are soon to be step siblings, but they’ve had eyes for each other since before their parents’ engagement. meeting in secret has become second nature to them, even when they’re less than stealthy about it.

warnings: smut, stepcest, use of dream’s real name, voyeurism, degradation

word count: 1.5k

A/N: thinking about making this a series of sorts? let me know what you guys think about that :)

it wasn't your fault, not really. he had always looked at you like that even before your parents started dating, like he was undressing you in his mind, turning you to putty with the words in his head. he was hard to resist, chaste kisses in empty hallways and utility closets turned into steamy meetings in each other’s bedrooms when the whole house was asleep. elongated glances across the dinner table signified so much more than anyone thought, so much more than a soon to be step-brother acknowledging his soon to be step-sister.

it felt dirty, you felt dirty. and you hated to say it, but you liked it. you liked how complicated it was to care for him, even if it was in the most primal way possible. stealing glances at each other and touching his hand in dark rooms had become a fun little game for the two of you. clay had definitely found a niche in turning you on at the most inconvenient times.

once, he’d done it at a birthday party for one of your cousins. he was all over you; resting his hand on your thigh, ridding the chest of your blouse of a “fuzzy”, brushing his crotch against your ass when you bent down to tie your shoe, anything to make you hot for him. the blame couldn’t be put entirely on him, though, what with you showing up in your shortest skirt and one of your tighter tops. you leaned down on any surface you could find, making sure your cleavage was perfectly on display for him and your ass was equally stuck out. by the time the clock hit half past noon, clay was pulling you into the upstairs bathroom and fucking you against the counter.

“acting like a dirty little slut in front of the whole family,” he’d grunted, pounding into your cunt with zero remorse and only the slightest amount of stealth, “look like one, too.”

your whimpers echoed against the tiled bathroom floors, muffled by clay’s fingers in your mouth. he rubbed at your clit as he thrusted into you, pressing and pinching your bud until the pleasure was mind numbing. you drooled around his thumb, tears forming around the corners of your eyes and smearing your makeup. he had you holding your skirt up for him, giving him the perfect view of the bulge of his cock in your stomach.

the two of you missed singing “happy birthday”, but you hardly noticed.

the next time had been during family game night. clay was being painfully competitive and you took it upon yourself to throw him off. of course, you only knew one way of doing so. you’d taken on the roll as his main opponent, taunting him while he mulled over each decision and laughing when the cards weren’t in his favor. making snide comments between cocky snickers, letting your hand wander around his crotch but never giving him any substantial stimulation, anything to get him perfectly pissed off. 

clay appreciated praise, you’d learned this over the time you’d known him, and you giving him only the exact opposite killed him inside. it set a fire in his stomach, feeling you tease him down below and hearing you make fun of him the way you were. he was usually the one doing the humiliating and he wasn’t a fan of how foolish you were making him look. plus, he really hated losing. 

by the end of the night, clay was seething from your taunts. he shut himself up in his room, grumbling about how bad of a sport you were and planning on blowing off some steam by himself. you, had other plans.

“such a sore loser.” you snorted as you passed his open doorway on your way to your own.

“what did you just call me?” he inquired, voice quivering like he was a ticking time bomb and you’d just set him off.

you stopped in your tracks, turning to see clay standing up from his chair and bounding towards you, green eyes laced with anger. deciding to hold your ground, you repeated your words with a smug smile. you held your head up high and raised your chin as he reached you and leaned against the doorframe. you could feel the air between you thicken, heavy with every form of tension possible. you knew you were in for it, it had been your plan all along: rile him up and get fucked into another stratosphere. clay let his hand grip your jaw tightly, forcing you inches from his face before sneering out his next sentence.

“then why do you let me fuck you like a winner?”

soon enough you were pinned down on his mattress, getting pounded into from behind. he moved to hold you up from the bed by your hair, your back pressed closely against his chest as he slipped in and out of your cunt. chase atlantic poured from his speakers, drowning out the slapping of skin and your crescendoing moans. one hand gripped your hair and the other was clasped over your mouth, trying and failing to muffle your whines and whimpers. you had to be quieter, you knew that, but god did clay make it hard.

another time occurred after you came home particularly late from a date. your parents weren’t worried, trusting in you to be safe and acknowledging that you were an adult who could take care of herself, but clay couldn’t say the same.

“you’re home late,” a voice called out in the darkness of your home, your foot was barely in the door before he approached you with his arms crossed over his chest.

“sorry, dad.” you mocked, untying your shoes and shrugging off your jacket. clay moved to help you out of it, pulling the sleeves off of your arms and hanging it up for you. you felt your cheeks heat at the gesture, thanking the darkness for concealing the flustered look on your face. turning to face him, you were met with an intense gaze. he was mad.

“pretty sure it’s ‘daddy’ to you,” he chuckled, all faux playfulness and underlying jealousy. his hand lingered on your arm, pulling you closer and giving you a once over before speaking again — “did you have fun on your date?”

you could tell he didn’t want to know, not really. still, if you told him the truth, that you didn’t have fun and wished you had stayed home with him, it would only boost his ego. plus, jealous clay was fun.

“why? are you jealous?”

clay wasn’t a fan of being taunted nor was he a fan of sharing. so yes, he was jealous. jealous that someone else got to take you out for a nice dinner and a movie, that someone else got to hold your hand in public and kiss you on your doorstep at the end of the night. this guy, whoever he was, got to do all that, but at least he got to fuck you. at least he could make you feel so good that you were screaming around his cock and begging for more. no one else made you feel like he did, he was sure of it. 

“just feel bad for the guy, really,” he shrugged, making you raise an eyebrow in question, “i mean, he could never make you feel better than i do, isn’t that right?”

he was confident, a little too much sometimes, but in the moment it was hot. he was right, of course, but that doesn’t mean you would let him have it so easy.

“why don’t you fuck me and we can find out?”

clay didn’t hesitate to do just that, pushing you against the wall and sliding a hand under your skirt to rub your clothed heat. he fucked you right there, your back pressed against the wall and both of you still halfway dressed. quiet grunts left his mouth as he hissed strong words into your ear.

“could he make you feel like this?” he asked, pounding into you at a steady pace and circling you clit with his thumb, the other hand holding you up by your throat. you shook your head frantically, unable to form anything more than quiet mewls and desperate whines. he was fucking the words right out of you, numbing your brain in return for gifting you all possible feelings everywhere else. “have to use your words, baby.”

“no!” you moaned out, trying and failing to be quiet, “no one makes me feel good like you!”

he picked up the pace at this, thrusting into your harder and faster as you squeezed around him. there were sure to be handprints around your neck tomorrow, bruises that you’d struggle to explain and cover up. you prayed your parents were in deep sleeps by now, not sure how much longer you could stay silent.

“who do you belong to?”

“you,” you gasped out, eyes rolling back into your head as you felt your orgasm quickly approaching, “all yours.”

things were going to be...complicated when your parents finally got married, to say the least.

[babyboibucky]

Birthday Tiara

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You weren’t enjoying your birthday until Bucky comes along.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: SMUUUT, oral (m receiving), p in v penetration, unprotected sex

A/N: This is dedicated to our birthday girl @whoth3hellisbucky 🥰 I’m so happy and flattered that you sent me this request!!! I wrote and finished this piece as soon as I got your request lmao that’s how excited I was. I really hope you’d enjoy this!!! Happy Birthday and have a great one, lovely!!! 😘

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How in the fresh hell did you end up being in someone else’s birthday party during your own birthday? You have no idea in all honesty. Was it fun? Yeah sure, free unli-booze for you and your friends.

Were you having fun though? Not really.

This was supposed to be your day, and initially it was. You’d taken your girl friends out to dinner, did some pre-gaming at a nice bar and then went from one club to another. Everything was peachy and going as planned until one of your friends saw her co-worker who happened to be on her way to another friend’s house for a party.

One thing led to another and now you were here, in a stranger’s house and all by yourself because your so-called friends were too drunk to even remember why all of you were out together in the first place.

“Best birthday ever.” You harrumphed sarcastically as you stepped out into the backyard.

You shivered at the cold wind that welcomed you and wrapped your arms around yourself. Letting out a melancholic sigh, you began to kick at the ground in disappointment at how the night went.

Looking up, you found yourself staring into a pair of ocean blue eyes. You didn’t know whether you had looked at each other at the same time or if he had been watching you ever since.

He was standing a few meters away from you, with two other ladies who were chatting with each other. The man was tall and handsome, you could see that even in the dark. Brunette locks and a five day old stubble, donning a jacket with a wool collar— very, very handsome.

As if his physical appearance wasn’t attention-grabbing enough, he even had a plastic tiara on his head and you have no idea why.

The two of you continued eye fucking each other but neither of you decided to make any move. Despite the guy engaging in a conversation with the girls, his eyes kept going back to yours. You smirked when he winked at you before taking a long sip from his drink.

His eyes were glued onto you even as he brought a blunt up to his lips, taking a quick drag from it before handing it over to the girl in front of him.

And then he made a face at you, his hands gesturing as if he was telling you what the fuck are these girls even talking about?

You chuckled at his face and shook your head. Deciding that maybe, it was time to go home, you waved at the guy and walked away.

“I was asking you to come and rescue me out there, not leave me behind.”

Turning around, you found that the guy was already standing in front of you. Now that he was closer, you realized how tall and well-built he was. Your eyes automatically scanned him, from his wide chest down to his—

“Bucky.” He said, interrupting your thoughts.

“Bucky?” You repeated in question.

He nodded, “That’s my name. And you are?”

You eyed him suspiciously, trying to read his expression but he was just smiling at you and waiting for an introduction. You told him your name and shook his hand before the both of you started walking around aimlessly.

“What brought you here?” Bucky asked, hands inside the pockets of his jeans.

You shrugged, “Beats me. You?”

He mimicked your gesture, “Got dragged by a friend and now I can’t find him.”

You snorted, “Tell me about it. I was out with my friends to celebrate my birthday and now I’m alone.”

Bucky stopped in his tracks and tugged you back, his hand around your arm sending shivers down your spine.

“Hold on, it’s your birthday?” He asked with amusement. “As in today?”

You nodded, “Yup.”

Bucky licked his lips as he stared down at you, “You got a couple hours left to make the most out of it.”

You bit your lip, knowing exactly how you want to make the most out of it. Bucky was an attractive guy, you weren’t going to deny that. And he seemed to be insinuating at something too and honestly, you were up for it.

You were pissed off at your friends for ditching you for someone else’s party. At this point, you’d do anything to turn the tables around and make your birthday memorable at the last minute.

“Have any suggestions on how I can do that?” You asked, looking up at him through your lashes.

Bucky smirked, taking off his tiara and then placing it on your head.

“I’ve some things in mind that I can show you, princess.”

-

Bucky had you pinned against the door of whoever’s bedroom it was that the both of you first stumbled in. His lips were bruising yours as he kissed you fervently, hands wandering all over your body, cupping, squeezing whatever he can.

“Whose room is this?” You panted against Bucky’s lips as you pushed his jacket off his broad shoulders.

Bucky licked your lips and then began kissing his way from your jaw down to your collarbones, “No fuckin’ idea and I don’t care.” He huffed against your skin, tugging at the straps of your dress.

Your hands fumbled with the buttons of his top, almost popping them off with urgency when you felt a hand brush your folds through the thin material of your lace underwear.

“Shit, wet already.” Bucky grunted before grabbing the hem of your panties, pulling it down your legs.

Finally, you managed to completely remove Bucky’s shirt, revealing his more than average body beneath all his clothing.

“Fuck, happy birthday to me.” You moaned before pushing Bucky towards the bed, climbing over him and straddling him.

Bucky groaned when you sat on him, your bare cunt pressed against his clothed erection. He watched you with lust-filled eyes as you reached for the hem of your dress, pulling it off and then throwing it aside. He chuckled when you fixed the tiara on your head, straightening it up.

Bucky’s hand slid from your thighs up to your waist, his rough palms leaving goosebumps in its wake until he reached your breasts. He cupped them before he unclasped your bra behind you, revealing your entire body to him.

He sat up and licked a nipple, eliciting a breathy moan from you as your hips began to grind against the rough material of his jeans.

“Fuck, baby. You messed up my jeans.” He chuckled, noticing the damp spot on his crotch.

You couldn’t care less anymore, you needed Bucky right now. You wanted to feel him against you, inside of you. Maybe it was the alcohol in your system or the sheer disappointment how your birthday went down, but you were desperate to get laid.

Bucky sucked your other nipple, his tongue laving at it playfully as your hands grabbed at his fluffy hair.

You moaned out his name when he pulled away, laying back down but leaving his hands on top of your thighs.

“Come get your present, birthday girl.” He rasped, head tipping towards the impressive tent on his pants.

You practically purred and wasted no time to unzip him, quickly pulling his pants down together with his black boxer briefs. His cock sprang free, slapping against his abs and you salivated at the sight of it— hard, red and weeping.

Taking his shaft in your hand, you bent down and licked a thick stripe from his balls up until the tip, tongue twirling around his crown earning a low groan from him.

“I’m not even sure if it’s still your birthday we’re celebrating or mine.” Bucky quipped breathlessly when you repeated the action.

You took the head of his cock into your mouth, sucking on it and letting your tongue flick against his slit while your hand began to give him slow but firm strokes. Bucky lifted his head up to watch you, hands framing your face before he decided to fix the tiara that was still tangled into your hair.

“Look at you, baby. Lookin’ like a dirty little princess with my cock in her pretty mouth.” He grunted, moving his hips to get more of his cock into your mouth.

You hummed around Bucky’s length, relaxing your jaw as you tried to take all of him. He was too big and girthy but god, he tasted magnificent. Even without touching yourself, you could feel your wetness gush out of your throbbing cunt.

The kind of throb that needed to be addressed as soon as possible.

Bobbing your head, you squeezed Bucky’s balls making his hips thrust upwards before you released him with a lewd pop.

“Wanna fuck you now, princess. Come here.” Bucky said and took your face in his hands when you climbed back up, pulling you down into an urgent kiss.

You whimpered into the kiss when you felt Bucky line his cock into your entrance, pushing his hips upwards until the head was in. Straightening up, you placed your hands on his chest and carefully sunk down on his length.

Both of you moaned in unison when he bottomed out, the heat in your abdomen growing and growing until you felt like your entire body was on fire.

“Go on, princess. I’m all yours, take what you need.” Bucky urged, holding onto your hips and guiding you to grind down on his cock.

The slow, deliberate roll of your hips against Bucky’s turned desperate, with you moaning out his name as you bounced on his erection. You watched Bucky throw his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he growled at the feeling of your velvety walls clenching around his cock.

You grabbed one hand on your hips and brought it up to your breast, letting him fondle it as you rode Bucky. He let the pad of his thumb brush against your nipple before pinching down on it, making you cry out in pleasure.

“Bucky, fuck! I’m close...” you whimpered, legs burning but never stopping as you chased your high.

Bucky wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down to him before rolling over until he was on top. His hips pummeled into you hard and fast, lips attaching onto your own and swallowing your whines.

“Cum for me, princess. Come on.” Bucky growled against your lips.

A certain snap of his hips allowed his cock to hit your sweet spot, sending you into a spiral of pleasure. Your body went rigid as you climaxed, your toes curling and your fingers digging deep into Bucky’s ass as your pussy clenched around him.

Bucky kept on thrusting, his breaths mingling with yours until he too came with a low grunt. You hummed at the feeling of his warm release filling you up.

“Fuck.” Bucky breathed out, his body going limp against yours.

You stayed quiet for a couple of seconds, catching up on your breath before you let out a chirpy chuckle.

“I feel bad for the person who owns this room.” You admitted.

Bucky pressed a gentle kiss on the side of your throat before lifting himself up with his forearms.

“I don’t.” He said before leaning down to kiss your lips.

“Happy birthday, princess.” He greeted again before removing the tiara on your head.

“Like I said, I had a couple of ideas on how you can make the most out of your birthday. We just checked the first one on the list.”

You made a face, unable to believe that Bucky wasn’t done with you yet. Before you could even protest, Bucky beat you to it by flicking his tongue against your clit.

“Lay down and let me show you how a princess should be treated.”

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Wicker Man - yandere! jungkook x reader

so my child @babeejk​ wanted a y! sugar daddy jungkook, and i live for nothing if not to fulfil her jungkook obsession so here we are. 

word count: 2.1k

pairing: y! jungkook x gn! reader

Most people (Y/N)’s age would spend their Friday night partying, hanging out with friends, trying new things. But (Y/N) was spending the best days of their life entertaining a young, rich CEO who would no doubt dump them for a new pretty face in a few years.

Jungkook was a sweet gentleman. Always made payments on time, and usually never pushed the boundaries. But there were instances where his hands crept a little too far for (Y/N)’s liking, or his grip on (Y/N)’s arm got a little too tight in the presence of his friends.

He was peaceful enough that Friday night, having ordered takeout for the two of them and put on a movie. Clearly, he needed the company of (Y/N) more than their body as most of their previous sugar daddies had coveted.

With (Y/N) placing their plate down onto the coffee table and relaxing into his arms to watch the movie, it was almost like they were dating. Jungkook didn’t dare push this idea often, happy to stick to the simple domesticity they had as if they were already in love and nothing needed to be said.

He pressed a kiss on the back of (Y/N)’s neck, enjoying the fleeting feeling of his lips on their skin. 

“You seem tired, baby. Want to go to bed?” The film was reaching its climax, but (Y/N)’s eyes were barely able to stay open.

“Mmmmm.” They replied, not protesting as he lifted them like a bride and carried them into his room to rest on his king sized bed.

(Y/N) had allowed a gentle smile to settle on their lips, their eyes having drifted closed. Jungkook settled himself beside them, feeling equally as at peace.

“I wish every night could be like this.” He mused allowed. “Would you like that, baby?”

(Y/N) was only his for two nights a week - Fridays and Saturdays, wherein he would often have them stay for the night.

“Mmmmm.” (Y/N) gave an ambiguous grumble as he hooked his arms around their chest to spoon them.

“Really? I can’t wait, baby. I love you, so much.”

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The morning after, (Y/N) woke up to an empty bed. Unusual, considering that Jungkook loved to wake up beside them and talk in the morning. Brushing that aside they stood up and padded out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

Jungkook was seated at the counter, glasses perched on his nose and his laptop in front of him next to a steaming cup of hot water (allegedly, it had health benefits but (Y/N) had never understood it).

“Good morning, baby.” Jungkook had a bright smile, beckoning them to join him at the counter. (Y/N) followed his instructions, hopping onto the stool beside him and leaning on his shoulder in a move they knew he adored.

“I’ve been working hard for you this morning, baby. You know, I want to get this done as soon as possible so we can be together.”

“That’s good.” (Y/N) hummed in reply.

“How do you feel about the moving company getting there at two today? That’ll give us time to have lunch on the way.” Jungkook ran his hand down their arm, soothing them as he noticed how they tensed up.

“What?” 

“So you can move in, baby. Of course, you don’t have to bring everything here and I’ll be more than happy to buy anything extra you need-”

“Wait, wait, wait a second.” (Y/N) breathed out slowly. “Moving in?”

“We talked about it last night. You agreed, didn’t you?” (Y/N) scrunched up their nose, trying to recall the conversation but drawing a blank.

“No, I never agreed to that. And I never would. It’d break the terms of our contract.”

Jungkook had such a sincere look of hurt in his eyes that it tugged at (Y/N)’s heartstrings.

“We don’t need that contract, baby. We just need each other. You know I’ll give you anything you want, right?” 

“And what I want… no, what I need… is for some space. This is just my part time hustle, I still have college and a life outside of this. I want to keep it to two days a week, otherwise it’ll blur the lines between you as a sugar daddy and you as a boyfriend.” (Y/N) tried not to let their irritation show as they spoke.

“Fuck the lines, (Y/N)! We don’t need any of those labels, I just want you to be mine as much as I am yours!” Their companion’s grip on their arm had grown tighter to the point that his nails started to draw blood. Realising this, (Y/N) pried his hand away and stood up.

“I’m sorry if I’d misled you. But I’m not looking for that kind of relationship with you, I’m just looking for strictly business. If this doesn’t work, maybe we should end this.” 

Jungkook stared at them incredulously.

“Well…” He bit his lip, deep in thought. “Fine. Life will go on, I guess. I’ll call up the moving company and cancel it. Let’s not end this beautiful thing we have over a silly argument.”

(Y/N) nodded, although they had a horrible feeling in their stomach that it was not the end of the conversation, and Jungkook would stop at nothing to get his way.

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(Y/N) had chosen to make Thursday a ‘me’ day. They cooked themselves breakfast and lunch, did some online shopping and applied a face mask. They had zero intentions of visiting anyone else, when all they wanted to do was de-stress from life.

As they were lighting a candle and listening to some Beethoven, a shrill alarm rang out.

‘Huh. They don’t normally hold the drill today.’ (Y/N) shrugged, waiting for it to cease. However, it didn’t stop.

After a few minutes, (Y/N) grabbed their phone and stepped outside, only to see people hurrying down the stairs. 

“Hurry! Fire!” One of her neighbours yelled, jogging past them. 

Their eyes widened, but sure enough they could see smoke curling throughout the air and they knew they had no time to lose. Leaving their apartment with only their phone in hand, (Y/N) followed their neighbours down the stairs and out of the building, standing on the pavement as they watched the flames licking at the building and smoke billowing out of the open windows. Soon enough there were fire engines on the scene and ambulances to deal with the people who’d inhaled too much smoke. 

(Y/N) found themselves sitting on the pavement, numb with shock. To think everything they owned was going up in the flames was terrifying, even as they saw the firefighters doing everything to minimise the damage. 

“(Y/N)! Baby!” Their state of shock was broken by someone yelling their name, and suddenly they were pulled into a tight hug.

“Baby, thank god you’re okay. I don’t know what I would’ve done if something happened to you.” 

“Jungkook?” (Y/N) instantly recognised the voice. “What- How-”

“I was in the area when I heard about what happened. I came as quickly as I could.” Jungkook pressed a kiss to (Y/N)’s forehead. 

“You need to rest. Come back to my place, okay?”

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(Y/N) had ended up staying there far longer than intended. Their apartment had been completely wrecked by the fire, since it had started on their floor. Every possession of theirs, gone so quickly, although of course Jungkook insisted on replacing whatever they wanted.

Jungkook seemed to be very much content with their prolonged stay. In fact, he’d been working from home for the first few days to make sure they were settled in and not feeling too lonely. (Y/N) would sit with him in his home office, since they didn’t really have much else to do, and scroll on their phone until he inevitably called them over to cuddle with him. 

The young man had become progressively bolder with his skinship, never holding back from pressing kisses to their neck or holding them a bit too tightly to his crotch. They hadn’t done ‘it’ yet, but with how he was acting it was only a matter of time. 

They were just sitting together, (Y/N) scrolling through instagram and Jungkook answering some emails when the desk phone rang. Jungkook reached around them to answer it, holding it to his ear for a few seconds before putting it back down.

“Your nintendo switch has just been delivered. I need to go down to the lobby and sign for it. Are you okay waiting here for a few minutes?” Jungkook pouted, as (Y/N) nodded in reply.

He pressed a kiss to their cheek before standing up.

“Don’t miss me too much, baby.” He smiled before leaving. 

(Y/N) let out a breath they didn’t realise they’d been holding in whilst he was there. But now, they were bored as ever. 

A chime rang out, and (Y/N) found their attention drawn to Jungkook’s phone, sitting there innocently. They reached over and picked it up, only seeing a text from his mother asking about dinner plans next week. But they noted how he’d changed his lockscreen to a picture of them, from a few nights ago when they’d accompanied him to a formal event and he’d asked one of his colleagues to take a picture of them together.

(Y/N) suddenly had something to do. They set about trying to unlock Jungkook’s phone, first trying their fingerprint and face ID but to no avail. Then, realising that he had a numeral password they tried typing in a few dates - his birthday, his parent’s anniversary. Then, out of sheer boredom and with only one attempt they tried their own birthday only for them to be granted access to his lockscreen.

‘Jeez, he needs to get a life if he’s that whipped for me.’ They sighed, as they scrolled through his phone. Nothing was particularly out of the ordinary, until they checked the photo gallery, to be met with tons of pictures of them. Screenshots from social media, snaps from their ‘dates’, selfies with them fast asleep in his arms. It was enough to make (Y/N) shudder with fright.

Another message popped up.

‘I need the other half of the payment, sir, or I will be contacting the police.’

(Y/N) clicked on it, expecting business talk only to be met with something else entirely. Fear settled in their stomach as they scrolled up through the messages.

‘(Y/N) has been evacuated outside, doesn’t seem to have been hurt.’

‘Someone’s called emergency services, but the fire should spread far enough that (Y/N)’s apartment will be damaged.’

‘I’ve started it, it’s spreading quickly.’

It didn’t take a genius to realise what had happened. 

(Y/N) dropped Jungkook’s phone on the floor in shock, standing up immediately. They’d walked right into his arms without hesitation, they’d played into his plan perfectly. Jungkook always got what he wanted, no matter the cost.

‘I have to get out of here.’

(Y/N) started for the door, only stopping to tuck their phone into their pocket. They were just by the entrance to the penthouse when they heard talking outside.

They knew they had to hide, but it was too late. 

Jungkook burst through the door, accompanied by a stern faced delivery driver carrying a large box. This was subsequently placed by the door and he made a swift exit, avoiding (Y/N)’s existence the entire time.

“Ah, baby I missed you. Here, come and see what I bought for you.” Jungkook beckoned to them, but one look at their face told him he’d read their mood entirely wrong.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He cooed as he approached them. “Tell me, and I’ll fix it for you.”

“Get the hell away from me.” (Y/N) snapped. Jungkook froze. “I know what you did. What the hell is wrong with you? I could’ve died in that fire?”

His face became stern.

“I would never have allowed that to happen. I just wanted to give you a little push to move in with me, that’s all.” 

“You’re insane!”

“And you’re too stubborn to progress our relationship!” Jungkook bit back. “Can’t you see how hard I try to make you happy? Is that not enough for you to love me?”

“I never want to see you again.” (Y/N) huffed, trying to show past him only to be caught in his iron grip. 

“You’re not going anywhere.”

(Y/N) struggled, but Jungkook’s determination was stronger than their body weight.

“Maybe I am crazy, baby. And you know what that means?” He leant in close, so (Y/N) could feel the warmth of his breath. “You never know what I’m going to do next. So don’t try me unless you want to get burnt.”