#i want to try out my baby bj for a bit and i know how good chucky is with kids xd

[eevees-hobbies]

Hello! 1. your writing is AMAZING and 2. Sorry for this long request.

Can I request experienced!Reader x virgin!Sakura smut (or you can make it that he doesn't have that much experience as the reader). Sakura and the reader have always done things like heavy makeout sessions and him receiving bjs. He starts to feel bad because he hasn't eaten her out yet and he doesn't want to disappoint her, she always tells him to take things at his pace and that she will always be there for him when he's ready to take things further. So he asks the guys for advice on how to eat her out and then during movie date night at her place he's acting more flustered/nervous than usual and she notices. He then confesses that he wants her to feel pleasure to and that the reason why he hasn't done it yet is because he doesn't want to disappoint her but he wants to try and eat her out. You can have them go all the way after or just leave it at that. I'll be happy either way😊😊. Thank you in advance!!!

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for your kind words! This was fun to write and I hope you enjoy this. I’ll always enjoy writing for Haru, so this request was very much appreciated.

Synopsis: Sakura loves the fuck out of you, so maybe that’s why he’s asking his friend, Hayato Suo, to help him get better at initiating oral sex. Totally normal things happen to an orange, but it’s all worth it in the end, right?

Content Warning:  experienced!FemReader x inexperienced!Sakura. defiling of fruit, sexual education in a public place, pray (and perform a wellness check) for Suo’s girlfriend, dirty talk, insecure Sakura, harmless teasing, use of pet name baby girl, cocky Sakura makes an appearance at the end (because I can’t help myself), I curse a lot in my writing, cunnilingus, fingering, brief p in v. I’m on my usual bullshit, but at least the writers block is gone! Minors Do Not Interact.

Word Count: 3.1K

Story banner by me. Dividers by Firefly Graphics. As always, likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated!

“The first time we held hands, I thought my head would explode.”

“I see. Go on…”

“The first time we made out, I….” Sakura looks away, a crimson blush making its way past the collar of his white tee and up his neck. “I could hear my heart beating in my ears or somethin’ cliche like that.”

Suo couldn’t help but feel the corner of his mouth twitch upward at his inexperienced friend’s confession. Still, he knew better than to poke at Sakura. He was attempting to be supportive, and supportive friends don’t tease their friends during bouts of insecurity—much. When Suo had received a text message from Sakura the night before indicating that he had an urgent request, he knew he had to temper his usual faux-cheerful demeanor and provide his friend with whatever he needed.

But he wasn’t expecting this conversation.

Sakura shifts uncomfortably in the booth across from Hayato, his eyes now darting down to his knuckles, which always seem permanently purple and red with bruises and fresh knicks. “And the first time she….you know…”

Suo’s eyebrow quirks up, expecting Sakura to elaborate further, but he doesn’t. To prompt Sakura to continue, Suo clears his throat and carefully navigates the next sentence, “I don’t really know what you mean, Sakura. Care to be a bit more specific?”

Sakura lets out a frustrated scoff, but he knows that if he wants Suo to help him, he’s going to need to give him details—details that he had fully intended to always go to the grave with.

“The first time she gave me head…”

The cup of tea that Suo was bringing up to his lips shakes ever so slightly, but he offers a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes and provides a supportive nod. 

“Oh?”

Sakura sighs, figuring it’s too late to hold back now; he dives into the issue, ready to be judged at best, and laughed out of the restaurant at worst. “The first time she gave me head, I swear to fuckin’ god, if there is a god, I fell in love. But she’s always….doing stuff to me, and I haven’t done much for her.”

Suo nods, places his cup of tea down, and looks thoughtfully at his friend. “Sounds like you’d like to return her…kind gestures.”

Sakura runs a hand through his hair and nods, “Yeah, that’s it. I want to do stuff to her instead of her doing stuff to me, but I don’t know how to-”

“Initiate?”

“Sure.”

The silence that settles between the two is deafening. Sakura shifts uncomfortably in his seat, and Suo can’t help but look at his friend with sympathetic eyes. Usually, he’s the first one to tease Sakura, especially involving his relationship with you, but this feels different. Suo’s eyes wandered to an orange currently serving as a garnish on the small plate of untouched Omi Rice Sakura had ordered. “May I?’

Sakura shrugs, unsure what he plans to do with a piece of fruit. Doesn’t he see that he’s in crisis and Vitamin C can wait?

Suo grabs a knife and cuts the citrus down the middle, exposing the soft center. Discarding one half, he holds up the other to curious, dual-colored eyes. “Do we need to go over the basics of female anatomy? Like the labia and clitoris?”

Sakura sputters as he hears his friend say words he’s only heard you—his girlfriend—say. His eyes dart to the nearest escape route, but Suo's firm kick under the table brings his attention back to the scene in front of him. Sakura looks away in frustration and gives a curt nod, indicating that, at the very least, he could point to certain parts of your body and identify them.

He wasn’t THAT far gone. 

Suo nods, “Well, I’d say the battle is half-won, then. Let’s talk about what women like, shall we?”

Suo brings a finger up to the center of the orange where the small opening glistens with droplets of juice that are now dripping languidly down his fingers. The scene before Sakura is practically obscene, and the irony of Suo using fruit for his sexual education lesson that looks similar to your intimate area does not fly over his head, even though he wishes it did. 

As Suo points to the plump center, his finger gently strokes the small hole. “Some people immediately think it’s a good idea to force their fingers in with little thought to foreplay, but that’s crude, hostile, and not the trait of a good partner. In fact, bullying your fingers in could very well hurt her, so I personally like to take a few hours to get my girlfriend aroused.”

Hours?! Sakura doesn’t think he can come near being the type of libido-beast that Suo is. He briefly gives a silent prayer for his friend's partner but leans in nonetheless to listen intently.

“Now, the tip of your tongue can be rather overstimulating at first, so remember that the clitoris deserves to be kissed, too. Your lips are your ally.”

Sakura swallows thickly as he tunes in and watches his friend defile an orange in Cafe Pothos. As his cheeks burn, his fingers twitch, and his cock hardens as Suo goes into great detail about how much pressure the clitoris can take. Sakura can’t help but think that he must be absolutely, horrendously down bad for you to deal with this shit.

“I can’t BELIEVE she was Lady Whistledown this entire time!” 

You reach for the remote to select the next episode of Bridgerton, but a lack of response from Sakura, who is sitting on the couch next to you, causes you to look over. You can sense that what you just said didn’t register because he seems lost in thought, his thumb placed between his upper and lower canines as he chews on the skin aggressively.

“Kitten?” You turn your entire body to face him, worry already etching across your face. 

His eyes look up at you, and the faraway look quickly dissipates as he gives you a grunt.

“You’ve been distracted all night. Should we head to bed, or can we talk about it?” You offer him a gentle smile, hoping the bond you share will be stronger than any secret he may be keeping from you. You watch as he visibly swallows, his adam’s able bobbing as he turns to you, and he lowers his now mangled thumb to rest in his lap. The way he avoids eye contact, the way the air now feels somewhat stale with unspoken words, has your breathing slowing and you preparing to hear the worst. 

“Let me…eat you out.”

You blink once, twice, and then several more times as you stare at each other. You place a gentle hand on his knee, and your confused eyes meet his vulnerable ones. “Sakura, what the absolute fuck?”

He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest. You can see a pout practically form on his lips as he fights the urge to end the conversation. But Sakura is a man on a mission, and he continues. You have to lean in to hear what he mumbles but as his mouth moves, you realize you heard him clearly the first time. “You give me head almost every day. I’m tired of not reciprocating.”

Everyday, Sakura? Let’s be real. Sure, you like giving your boyfriend head but your jaw isn’t permanently attached to his cock. You give him a blank stare before responding and trying to keep your voice light and without a hint of sarcasm–and god, you REALLY want to be sarcastic right now but you’re a good girlfriend.

“Sakura, our relationship isnt about keeping score, especially in regards to our intimacy. I don’t count how many blowjobs I give you,” you pause as you realize you just spoke a lie. “Well, maybe I do count, but only because I have an ego, and I’m trying to beat a number I set in my head.”

Sakura’s eyes squint and he holds back the urge to ask further questions about your perverted personal goals. “That’s so weird. Anyway, it isn’t about any of that. I want to do it. I think about doing it a lot.”

You tilt your head to the side, your ear facing him a bit more because did your boyfriend, the one who was emotionally stunted when you met him, admit to fantasizing about you? “You think about eating me out? Say more, please.”

“Fuuuuuck, why are you so-. Fine! I think about it when you’re on the couch with your legs spread–I mean, sure, it isn’t lady-like–but it’s hot and I think about just getting on my knees and…”

“I might pop you for the lady-like comment but I’ll refrain because you made me tingle.”

“Shut up and…spread your legs.”

You purse your lips, stifling a giddy giggle at your boyfriend using his stern voice. You shimmy out of your sleep shorts and throw them haphazardly to a corner to be forgotten about until who-knows-when. 

Putting on a brave front, and as though he’s done this many times before, Sakura rises from the couch and perches himself between your legs with his knees firmly placed on the plush rug on the floor.

You bite your lip—his gaze is unyielding and smoldering. You aren’t surprised at how hot your face is getting under his stare; it’s almost enough to make you clamp your legs shut and call the whole thing off, but you couldn’t if you wanted to as his hands, which are placed firmly against your inner thighs, grip you like you’re being held open in stirrups. 

“It's nothing like an orange…”

“A what!?”

Before you can say anything and before you can back out, Sakura is leaning forward, his breath is hot and fanning against your labia. For some reason, you need to look anywhere but at the top of his head as his tongue slips past your folds and swirls small circles around your clit. His hesitancy is palpable, making you a bit insecure until he pulls back, an earnest but determined look in his eyes, “Am I doing ok? Does this feel…right? I’m trying to imagine an orange, but it’s completely different.”

Weird recurring comments about oranges aside, you realize he’s not hesitant because of you. He’s hesitant because he’s worried that he isn’t doing a good job. He’s hesitant because, above all else, Haruka will always desire to impress and please you, and anything less is unacceptable to him. His inexperience has always been a non-issue for you, but to him, it’s a crutch and another way he feels like he doesn’t deserve you. 

Your gaze softens and you give him an encouraging smile. “You’re doing amazing, Kitten.”

The corner of his mouth twitches upward and with a dignified nod, he dives back between your thighs. Your praise fuels his desire to please you—and that fire burns bright, and the cautious licks before are replaced with suckles and tongue swipes that are far more confident. 

Your head falls back to rest against the cushiony headrest of the couch. Your hand finds the back of his head and pushes him in further, encouraging him to get lost in you and risk drowning. Sakura doesn’t mind the threat of suffocation as he considers it a worthy way to go. Still, he thinks you’re getting a little too cocky, and humbling you is his favorite pastime, so the gesture earns a playful nip to your thigh from Haruka, which in turn makes you giggle.

“Can’t you be serious for once? I’m trying to eat you out down here.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, Kitten.” Despite your snarky come-back, you give him an encouraging moan that’s brought upon by open-mouthed kisses against your clit. Sakura willingly entwines his long fingers with yours, his thumb tenderly stroking the inside of your palm.

His other hands grips the plush of one of your thighs and pushes them forward, pressing them against your stomach and allowing himself the unbridled access he craves to get as deep as his tongue will reach. His licks become far more aggressive as he takes the time to map out your cunt through eager exploration. He commits every one of your sinful moans and gasps to his memory and revels in the way in which you get increasingly louder for him. 

Each one of your cries makes his cock twitch, and he finds himself having to adjust himself in his jeans. The scent of you, the sound of you, is simply intoxicating. You, to Haruka Sakura, are everything and then some. Your pleasure is his pleasure and he’s going to take that fact out on your cunt which is growing increasingly more sloppy just for him. 

Something that felt intimidating only hours ago now feels natural to Sakura as he drags his tongue across your clit, smirking as he feels it swell and twitch under the assault of his muscle. 

“You’re dripping for me. We might need a new couch after I’m done with you.” 

You can’t help but roll your eyes because fuck, why is he so-oh! Yeah, that’s the spot. You nod in agreement as you spread your legs wider to give him better access. “Y-yeah, a trip to IKEA is definitely in the future, I think.” Without little to no warning, he pushes two fingers into you so deeply that his knuckles kiss your entrance. Haruka’s fingers curl, and the sound of him twisting them inside you makes a lewd, wet sound, the kind that would make anyone blush. 

The pads of his fingers rub against the bundle of nerves deep within your aching sex. Sakura lets out a satisfied grunt as he strokes the spongy bundle of ridges. He doesn’t need an orange to see that this is what you like, all he needs to do is look down at the way your toes curl or watch as your eyes roll back and you bite into the plush of your bottom lip.

“Holy fuckin’…just relax for me. Don’t act like we haven’t been here before, at least.”

You let out a pathetic whimper, the sensation of being filled up almost threatening to push you over the edge, and he fucking knows it. He’s doing this on purpose, stroking you like this, making you more sensitive than you already are as you drip into the palm of his hand.

You look down to give him a glare, but you can’t help the squeak that leaves your lips—his intense gaze is set on you and threatening to light you ablaze. He stands up so that he’s kneeling over you, his face mere inches from yours, as he continues to push and pull his fingers in and out of your fluttering sex. 

“Look at you….a fuckin’ mess. Look me in my eyes while you use my fingers to get off.” His eyes are scanning your face in predatory reverence, they flicker down to your lips as you let out a low guttural moan. “That’s it, baby girl. Cum for me.”

Your heart palpitates dangerously as he uses a pet name that feels so intimate you want to melt into the couch. Your bottom lip quivers as you begin to buck your hips to meet the motion of his fingers, but it’s hard to keep up when he’s finger fucking you like he owns every inch of your cunt.

“Tch, what are you trying to prove by holding out?” His lips ghost against the sensitive skin of your earlobe, his tongue darting out to lick and suckle at the sensitive flesh. 

“You’re practically milking my fingers right now. You like every single inch that I give you, don’t you? You get so hungry for just a touch.” His voice is husky, his words only making you ache and arch more as the cocky, ex-Bofurin leader goads you on.

His mouth finds its way to the curve of your neck as he presses his lips against your quickened pulse. The proximity and gesture feels tender until you feel his teeth sinking into your skin, sending a delicious, searing pain shooting through your very being. “Cum like a good girl so I can bend you over this fuckin’ couch.” His voice is hoarse and coursing with his desire for you, and he’s not asking you to let go for him, he’s demanding it.

Your face, despite being contorted into pleasure, heats up because who the fuck talks like that? 

Haruka Sakura does. 

You groan, pressing the palm of your hand against the nape of his neck and pull him forward so you can give him the physical and verbal praise he seeks–your moans fill his mouth and your hips grind against his hand to roll out your orgasm in desperation. He eagerly presses his palm against your clit, adding more pressure to the sensitive bud that takes your breath away as he continues his curling, pushing, and pulling of his fingers.

You let out a final moan into his mouth and the smirk that forms on his lips as they press against yours does not go unnoticed. You haven’t realized it, or maybe you have, but at that moment, you created a monster. He now knows you better than he ever did and will use it against you every chance he can. He may be unable to commit to hours of foreplay, but he can guarantee that every second in which he’ll have you spread open for him will have you looking at him exactly as you’re looking at him right now. He’s committed to your pleasure moving forward and makes absolutely no apologies for it. 

“Theeeeere she goes. Now was that so hard?” Your half-lidded gaze meets his arrogant and pleased one as he pulls away, his hands already moving to unbutton his jeans. “Guess I’ll start to keep a number in my head to beat now, too.” 

You don’t have time to react before he’s turning you around and positioning so that you're offering yourself up to him and he’s adjusting himself between your spread legs.

And Sakura is truly pleased with himself as he places a hand on your lower back to steady you as he slides into your welcoming warmth. His eyes roll back because you fit him sooooo fucking well. Like a goddamn glove, and fuck, you feel even better with his saliva dripping out of you. 

Who the fuck needs store-bought lubricant when you could just produce your own with spit? Moving forward, Sakura fully intends to put Astroglide out of business. 

As the loud squelches and airy sounds of his cock spreading you in half fills the air, Sakura reflects on how he got here. 

He can’t help but give a mental thanks to the orange that made this all possible–and he guesses, also Suo, but mostly the orange.

[luvrboydave]

dad's best friend dave pt.2

pairing: dbf!dave x virgin!fem reader

warnings: smut, kinda insecure reader, inexperienced reader, age gap, couch sex, unprotected piv, creampie, maybe breeding kink idk, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), pussy slapping (like once), LOTS of praise, dave teaches her how to give a hj/bj, pet names (sweetheart, baby, darlin'), tiny itty bit of overstim, soft dave but also a little mean dave at the beginning

words: 2.3k

a/n: not proof read and also might be bad cuz im a bit out of practice :3 feeding the dbf!dave girlies even though im not hyperfixated on megadeth rn!!!! enjoy guys, COME GET YOUR FOOD MWAH <3

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ever since your little fling with dave, he’s been plaguing your thoughts more than usual…daydreams of his thick fingers inside of you, wet dreams involving him pinning you down and having his way with you. no matter how hard you try to ignore the thoughts and push them away, they always return stronger. sometimes, you wonder if he ever thinks about you as well, if he touches himself to the memory of your tight cunt. 

surely, he notices your lingering stares when he comes over to watch sports with your dad, right? surely, he notices that you’re completely and absolutely in love with him, right…?

it’s like you don’t even exist to him anymore; were you really that bad of a lay? thoughts raced through your head. did you do something wrong? did he not like how your body looked? were you too inexperienced for him? you were startled from your thoughts when a hand laid on your shoulder. looking to your left, you see that familiar head of curly orange hair. 

"oh, hey dave. sorry. i was just lost in thought," you mumble, turning to look up at him. 

dave hums at your words, “no worries, sweetheart. your dad just ran to the store, wanted me to tell you he’d be gone ‘bout an hour or two.”

your eyes follow him as he walks around the couch and sits beside you. “so, what was goin’ on in that pretty head of yours, hm?” he smiles, locking eyes with you. it was as if he could see straight through you. 

“just thinking about…college stuff,” you murmur, eyes breaking away from his and looking down at your clasped hands. 

“school stuff, hm? there’s no reason to lie to me, sweetheart.” he places a hand on your bare knee, and you jump slightly at the touch. 

“i know, sorry. my brain is just all kinds of messy right now.” you sigh.

“you wanna talk about it?” he asks as his thumb rubs comforting circles over your thigh. 

you go silent, trying to decide if you should just ask if you’ve done something wrong. your brain is screaming at you not to do it, and your stomach churns at the thought of him confirming all your insecurities. 

with a burst of courage, you blurt out the question that’s been haunting you, “did i do something wrong?” 

dave’s face scrunches in confusion, “what makes you think you did something wrong, sweetheart?”

“y’know, the last time we were…alone…together. i can tell you’ve been avoiding me since then. i thought maybe i did something wrong or something you didn’t like if you were staying away from me…” you ramble, moving your hands wildly while explaining yourself. 

“shit, sweetheart…m’sorry. you didn’t do anything wrong; you were perfect. i was keeping my distance from you ’cause i thought you’d be disgusted by me.” he laughs, scooting closer to you on the couch and sliding his hand higher up your thigh. 

“i could never be disgusted by you.” you giggle, resisting the urge to press your thighs together at his touch. 

“is that right…” he hums, a smirk forming on his lips. 

all of a sudden, his lips are on yours. you moan in surprise, hands coming to wrap around his neck. the kiss is desperate but sweet at the same time, as if he’s trying to make up for causing you to stress. his hand continues under your skirt, knuckles rubbing over your damp panties. Dave’s other hand cups your face, deepening the kiss and slipping his tongue into your mouth. 

you gasp when he slides your panties to the side and runs a finger through your folds. “shit, sweetheart… so wet for me already.” he groans into the kiss. you buck your hips up into his hand, silently asking for more. 

“mmh-, my baby is so fucking greedy.” dave growls, slipping a finger inside of your cunt. his cock grows hard from the noises you’re making–your soft mewls are music to his ears. dave slips another finger inside of you slowly, stretching you out nicely. once you adjust to the new addition, dave picks up his pace–fingers pistoning in and out of you. 

“fuck, this pussy is so sloppy for me, baby…all for me, ain’t that right, sweetheart?” dave grunts, looking you in the eyes. 

you struggle to give him an answer–the pleasure already too much for you. As you try to speak, the only things that come out are strained moans and half-formed curses. 

“fuckin’ answer me, baby.” dave growls, pulling his fingers out of you and landing a harsh slap on your sensitive cunt. your body jumps at the impact, crying out from the pain. 

“shit- yes! all for you- all for you…” you whine tearfully, hands moving to grip his hair. 

“good girl,” dave praises, rubbing your clit, before slipping his fingers back into your drooling pussy. his pace is brutal, and he doesn’t let up–not even when fat tears start to roll down your cheeks. one of the hands that’s threaded into his hair moves to grip his wrist, trying to slow him down–but he doesn’t relent. 

dave pushes you down to lay on your back with his free hand before snatching both of your wrists and pinning them above your head. He can tell you’re close by the way you squirm underneath him, frantically bucking your hips into his hand. 

“that’s it, sweetheart. let go for me.” dave coos as you come undone. your body shakes, thighs clamping shut around dave’s hand at the intensity of your orgasm. 

your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath. dave gives you time to recover, gently rubbing your thigh before leaving to grab you a glass of water. you thank him when he returns to the living room, and you down the glass quickly. 

“wanna help you now,” you mumble shyly, pushing him back against the couch before sinking to your knees in front of him, “this is my first time doin’ this…” you admit. 

“fuck…you’re so perfect for me, sweetheart. letting an old man like me take all your firsts,” he groans, “gonna let me be the first one to fuck your pretty little angel cunt too, hm?” 

you nod softly, looking away from him in embarrassment. he chuckles at your shyness before grabbing your hand and placing it over his bulge. 

“here, let me teach ya how it’s done,” he smiles, “first, you gotta take it out, ‘kay?” 

you nod again, pulling the zipper down and helping him slip out of his jeans. you’re a little intimidated, but he reassures you that you can back out anytime. 

you reach into his boxers and wrap your hand around his cock; it’s a bit weird at first, but you eventually get used to the feeling and feel confident enough to pull his boxers down and let his cock spring free. dave praises you sweetly and helps guide you through it. 

“go ahead and spit on it now, sweetheart,” he commands softly, stroking your hair. you do exactly as he says, gathering spit in your mouth and letting it drip from your lips onto the head of his cock. 

“good,” he smiles, “now use your hand to spread it around–use a little pressure, but don’t squeeze too hard.” 

you follow his instructions, stroking up and down and occasionally squeezing lightly. dave groans softly, watching you with lustful eyes. he swears he almost cums when he sees your wide, curious eyes staring up at him. 

“you’re doing amazing for me, baby…use your thumb to rub the tip–and if it feels like it’s getting dry, spit on it some more.”

you let some more spit fall onto his dick, using your thumb to spread it around his tip. hesitantly, you lean down and give the tip a small lick. your cunt clenches at the sound dave makes. testing the waters, you give it another lick before wrapping your lips around the tip. dave has to fight the urge to buck his hips up and bury his cock deep in your warm throat. 

“fuck- didn’t even have to tell you to put it in your mouth,” he groans and threads a hand in your hair, “take your time, sweetheart. you don’t gotta rush.” 

you try to smile at him before taking his cock further into your mouth. you revel in the small grunts and sighs dave makes, thighs clenching at the erotic sounds. as you try to take him deeper, you gag around his cock and quickly pull off to catch your breath. dave hums at your messy face, the tears pooling in the corner of your eyes making his dick twitch. he softly raises his hand to caress your cheek, encouraging you to take him back into your mouth. 

“gonna let me fuck your throat, sweetheart?” dave questions, “i promise i’ll be gentle.”

you hum in agreement around his cock, whining when he threads his hand into your hair. dave slowly thrusts up into your mouth, and your throat constricts around him as he pushes deeper and deeper. his free hand wipes the tears from your eyes, and he coos at you softly. he groans when he bottoms out in your throat. 

“shiiit- you’re doing great, sweetheart. just breathe through your nose, baby–tap my leg a few times if you need me to pull out,” he mumbles, pulling back until just the tip is in your mouth and sliding back in slowly. 

dave slowly increases his pace, spouting praise at you as he does so. When you swirl your tongue around his tip and bring a hand up to massage his balls, he knows he’s about to cum. he quickly pulls out of your mouth and pulls you up from the floor before laying you down on the couch. 

“need to be inside of you, sweetheart. can’t wait to fill this pretty pussy of yours.” dave groans, pulling your shirt over your head and panties down your legs. 

“hot even wearin’ a bra, huh–so fuckin’ desperate for me…you wanted this to happen, didn’t you.” he teases, hands groping at your bare tits. 

you whine, nodding feverishly and bucking your hips up into him. dave chuckles at your impatience. your body twitches when you feel dave spit down onto your already sopping cunt a few times. dave guides his cock to your cunt, slipping between your pussy lips and rocking back and forth. your mouth opens with a silent whine when the head of his cock catches on your clit as he rocks forward. 

“gonna put it in now, sweetheart. try to relax for me, i want this to be as comfortable for you as possible,” dave states, pushing your legs up towards your chest and guiding his cock to your entrance.

you keen at the stretch, wincing slightly as your cunt opens up for him. “that’s it…breathe for me, baby–just relax.” he murmurs sweetly.

dave continues pushing deeper into your tight pussy, groaning as your warm walls flutter around his length. he pauses as he bottoms out, allowing you time to breathe and adjust to his size, all while muttering praise in your ear. 

“think i’m ready for you to move, baby…” you whine, rocking your hips slightly into his. 

dave smiles at you before he pulls out and thrusts back in gently. your eyes roll back into your head as he begins thrusting into you at a steady pace. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a messy kiss. dave swallows the pretty noises you make as he fucks you, revelling in your pleasure. 

“you can move faster-” you moan, breaking the kiss and looking him in the eyes. 

“you sure, sweetheart?” he questions, slowing down his thrusts and waiting for you to confirm. you nod, giving him the go-ahead to speed up.

it’s like a switch flips inside of him–he pushes your legs even closer to your chest and fucks into you quickly. your head falls back onto the couch's armrest, fingers clawing at his shoulders in pleasure. dave’s hips piston in and out of you, your sloppy cunt squelching with each thrust. 

your back arches off of the couch when he snakes his hand down to play with your swollen clit. your body feels like it’s on fire, the pleasure quickly becoming too much. 

“hnng- think im gonna cum! fuck-” you cry out, voice breaking as tears spill from your eyes.

“Shh, sweetheart. you can let go, c’mon, cum for me like a good girl.” he coos, fingers still rubbing circles on your clit as he picks up his pace. 

Your body shakes as you start to cum, and your vision goes spotty. your arms hold onto dave’s shoulders for dear life as your body convulses. dave continues thrusting in and out of your cunt, overstimulating your poor, sensitive pussy. 

“keep clenchin’ around me, just like that, sweetheart,” he growls, his pace faltering ever so slightly. “fuuuck- gonna fuckin’ ruin this gorgeous angel cunt of yours, baby–fill you up so good you’ll be leakin’ for weeks.” 

dave groans, pushing his hips flush with yours when he cums, pumping you full of his warm, sticky cum. your pussy flutters around him, milking him of every last drop. dave’s head drops into the crook of your neck, and he presses soft kisses to the skin there. you stroke his back as he lays on top of you, a smile pulling on your lips. 

“i think i’m in love with you,” you mutter softly. 

dave’s ears perk up at your words–he lifts his head to look at you, “you really mean that, sweetheart?” 

“of course I do,” you affirm, moving your hands to hold his face and pull him up into a loving kiss. 

“i love you too,” he murmurs into the kiss, “but we might wanna get dressed…i don’t think your dad would appreciate seeing us cuddled up naked on the couch,” he laughs.

[butchcarmy]

ok after that i now NEED to read carmy getting a bj heh

(in reference to this post)

I’ve been thinking really hard (lol) about this…spent some time thinking and researching and studying and here’s what I’ve got… 

…BUT I want to promote this part of @zorrasucia's carmy fic first. It so closely follows what I imagine his first bj is like too. This is the blueprint. Its so good please read it. 

It finally happens one day after Carmy finishes going down on you.

You look down between your legs just as you’re trying to catch your breath post-orgasm. Carmy’s staring up at you, cheek resting on your thigh. His mouth and chin are shiny, coated with you.

“Carmy,” you sigh like you’re in a dream. You run your fingers through his hair, combing through it. “You’re too good to me. Please, let me return the favor.”

“Y’wanna go for round 2 already?” He’s sitting up, clearly already hard. He always is when he eats you out. “Don’t get me wrong, I wanna be inside you—“

“No, no, not like that.” He’s confused, and it shows on his face, too. “I wanna suck you off.”

“…Oh.” Carmy’s cheeks are quickly coloring. “That’s, uh…”

“We don’t have to anything you don’t wanna do—“

“No, it’s not that at all,” he protests weakly. The tips of his ears are pink. “It’s just, ah… I’ve never done that before.”

“You’ve never had a blowjob?” You’re aghast. He just nods, embarrassed. You do suppose it makes sense, with you being the first person he’s had sex with. You don’t know why you’re still surprised. “With how hard you fuck me, I forget there’s still a lot you haven’t gotten to try,” you muse, pulling the hair tie off your wrist, and he laughs shakily. 

“I, I’m probably not gonna last long,” he warns. You believe it, not just because it’s his first time, but because how reddened and hard his cock is. The exposed tip is so flushed, beaded with so much pre-come that it almost looks like he’s already finished. All this from eating you out.

“That’s okay. There’s always next time, and the time after that, and then the time after that…” That gets another shaky laugh out of him. You lower your head, your breath ghosting across the tip. It twitches. “Ready?”

“Please,” he whispers, and then he corrects, “I mean, yes.”

You start with just kisses. When your lips first touch the tip of his cock, he inhales sharply. Keeps it held as you kiss down the rest of him, kissing along curves and veins until you reach the base.

“Relax, baby,” you tell him, and his exhale rushes out of him. 

“I’m trying,” he starts, “I’m just—“

You lick gently at the base of his cock, forming a wet ring, and Carmy lets out a strangled moan. 

“I wanna hear you,” you whisper. You lick upwards, slowly dragging the flat of your tongue on the underside of his shaft before running it over the head. 

“Fuck,” Carmy curses, snapping his head back. You’re not sure you’ve ever seen someone so sensitive, so reactive. It’s making you wet again. You lick at the swollen tip again and again, covering it in glossy spit, and you pull a couple more moans out from him that way.

“I like the way you taste,” you confess with filthy honesty. The tip of your tongue runs firmly along his slit, and he gasps. Every pass of your tongue brings out another noise from him. 

Maybe it’s mean of you since he’s clearly so sensitive, but you do it anyway. You open your mouth and carefully suck the head of his cock between your lips. 

“Oh my god,” Carmy whimpers, hips twitching forward like they’ve got a mind of their own. You’ve pulled him deeper into your mouth. His thick, warm length rests heavy on your tongue. It’s admittedly a little bit of a tight fit…

Inching further down onto his cock, you start gliding your slick tongue on the slippery underside. Carmy’s been reduced to a mixture of poorly restrained moans and whimpers. You’re not sure if you’ve ever heard him like this before. You bring your hand to the last half of his cock that’s not in your mouth, but as soon as you pump the spit-slicked base once, he’s coming down your throat.

He moans to high heaven as he comes, hips jaggedly thrusting towards the back of your throat. You breathe through your nose, resisting the urge to gag, but if anything, it just makes you wetter. You swallow on reflex, feeling the tip spurt come down your throat, and you think the constricting tightness of it makes the volume of Carmy’s moans spike. 

You keep him in your mouth until he softens, and when you finally drag yourself off him, his cock glistens with your spit. Above you, Carmy’s still trying to catch his breath. 

“You should fuck my mouth next time,” you say cheekily, and all Carmy does in response is groan.

[unknownperson246]

a/n: can write a story where Nikki sixx aka current day Nikki is a college teacher the reader is of course is probably 20 or something

She has a crush on and Nikki knows it

So it starts with small things like when everybody leaves the class

Nikki sits reader on the desk to finger and eat her out and she gives him a bj

The only pleasure each other this way until

They can sneak in her dorm room at night

For banging finally when night comes she lets Nikki inside her room

They are so horny for each other she asked him to cum inside her he does he tells her to lay there keep his loud inside of her he scoops a little bit up and tells her lick it clean

So that's a long request and if your comfortable writing it

Hope you enjoy it ❤️. Sorry it’s kinda late

Dorm Room:

words: 959

warnings: *smut* *p in v* *fingering* *oral sex* *f receiving* *m receiving* *slight breeding kink* *cum play* *cussing* *Nikki is a professor* *reader is a college student*

✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ:*

Nikki is your college teacher and he loves paying attention to you. Because of his attention, you have a crush on him because no one gives you any attention anywhere and sometimes you're desperate for it. You feel lonely and Nikki knows that. One day in class you are writing “Mrs.Sixx” in your journal like a high school student. Nikki walks past you and gets a glimpse of all the filthy things you write about him. You write things like “I want Mr.Sixx to fuck a baby into me.” Nikki walked by you and said nothing after seeing what you wrote about him. He now knows you have a crush on him. Nikki thought he could take advantage of you liking him. After class, you try to walk out of the class after giving a small wave to Nikki saying goodbye. He held your arm. Goosebumps went up your arm. 

“Yes, Mr.Sixx?” You asked innocently.

“I need you to help me with something,” He said.

He pulled you over to his desk. He sat down on his rolling chair. You were excited.

“What would that be Mr.Sixx?” You asked him.

He rubbed his erect cock through his pants. “Mmm,” He said in satisfaction. 

“Give me a blow job” He was straightforward to you.

You were caught off guard. All your dreams and fantasies were coming true. You didn't hesitate or waste one more second. You got on your knees. Your hands used his knees for support. He got up to unbuckle his belt. You watched him. His cock sprung out. He sat back down on his black rolling chair and let your mouth approach his cock that was in dire need of your mouth's attention. You took his big hard dick inside of your mouth. Your lips were in an O position. Your mouth was gliding on his cock. You slowly started swirling your tongue on his tip. You moved back and forth finally pleasuring Nikki. “Fuck” He grunted holding on to the sides of his chair. You watched his lips part. You heard small grunts and moans escape his wet and parted lips. You watched his head melt into the chair. His body relaxed and leaned on the backrest of his chair. His face was in relief after you felt his hot jets come coat the sides of your mouth. You felt some of his orgasm leak from your mouth. You swallowed it all. Once you swallowed it you said your first words to him after the blowjob.

“Nikki my turn!. Eat me out and finger me. Make me beg for it!” You whine.

“Get on my desk,” He says, helping you up to his wooden table.

You follow his directions. He slips his long hard fingers inside of you. You felt your tight walls grasp his finger. “Mmm so tight,” He said, smirking at you.

“I'd love to have my penis inside of you.” He said looking at you for your reaction.

“Come to my dorm tomorrow night. All my roommates will be gone” You say moaning while he continues to stick more of his fingers inside of you. 

If he didnt stop soon his whole hand would be inside of you. He finally pulled out his 4 fingers. His fingers were glistening with your slick. You were surprised that his fingers even fit inside of you. You were curious as to how his cock would fit inside of your tight walls.

“Now give me head!” You whined.   You laid down on his desk exposing your needy pussy. You were so wet that his tongue could slip off while sucking you. Nikki brought his mouth closer. His tongue stroked your vulva twice. You felt his tongue go inside of you slightly. He started to suck you. You could feel his mouth going over your wet folds. You could feel his breath on you. You felt his hands on your hips. 

“Fuck Nikki” You cry trying to hold the edges of his desk. Instead, your hands made their way to his head. “Nikki” You sigh.

You squirted all over the place. You ruined all his paperwork. All the graded work of his students was ruined. He said he would tell them their grades and that it was okay. You felt so guilty that you gave him spare keys to your dorm room whenever he wanted to visit. The next night you hear a knock on the door. You open it and it's Nikki.

“Hi Nikki, come in,” You say.

Nikki picks you up. Your arms and legs wrap around him. You both make out hard. He flops you onto the bed. He gets on top of you. He rips his pants off and discards them on the ground. He takes your skirt off and gets in a missionary position with you. He is on top of you. You feel his cock gliding inside of you easily. He starts pounding your tight hole.

“Your so fucking hot” You moan feeling his length inside of you.

“I know” He grunts as he keeps pounding your tight walls.

“Come inside of me Nikki” You beg him.

His hips make contact with yours over and over again. He feels his orgasm arriving. You hold his hands tight as he throws his head back and his legs shake. You feel his load shoot up inside of you. Nikki pulls out and he gets in bed with you.

“Keep my seed inside of your womb,” He said, watching you lay down. He scoops some of the come up with his fingers.

“Lick this clean,” He says watching you get up. 

You suck and lick them clean. “Mmm, you taste so fucking good,” You say watching him going for another round.

[horansqueen]

i read your “spitting & bj” oneshot all the time 😅 i would love if you could write some more oral (m receiving) with niall! love your writing!

thank you! i havent written in a year. so im sorry i know this isnt really good but it was about time I got back to it! hopefully some of you enjoy this! 1.4k smut!

"This traffic jam is fucking annoying." my boyfriend mumbled with a groan. "I swear it's like that every fucking afternoon."

I turned my head slightly to look at him, my eyes roaming up and down, from his face to his thighs before a small smile drew itself on my lips despite myself.

"Okay grumpy."

He groaned once again and I chuckled before moving closer to him and grabbing the side of his face, my palm rubbing gently on his growing beard as I imagined how it would feel on the inside of my thighs if he would eat me out.

"Baby, calm down, it doesn't matter. All that matters is that we're together, don't you think?"

Slowly, he turned my way and his eyes met mine, making my smile grow bigger immediately. I could never be tired of watching him, and as cliché as it could sound, every time our eyes met, I would feel butterflies hit the inside of my stomach, threatening to escape.

I leaned my head against the seat, my eyes never leaving his, and let my hand slip from his face to his neck and down his chest. I had to move a little closer to reach between his legs and it made him raise his eyebrows, a smirk appearing quickly on his face.

"You seem surprised." I pointed out with a chuckle as I moved my upper body even closer. "We're stuck in traffic, the car barely moved in the past 10 minutes, perhaps you need something to entertain yourself?"

"You're my favorite entertainment, petal, you know that." he laughed a bit. "And if you want to distract me with your hands, I'll never say no."

I licked my lips and held my bottom lip with my teeth as I carrssed his cock over his pants, something moving down to his balls. I could feel him get harder and harder the more I touched him and it turned me on too. I let out a short whimper, making him thrust his hips up despite himself. I pressed my thighs together, trying to resist the urge to touch myself and when someone behind us honked, we both jumped and I took my hand back.

"Fookin' asshole." my boyfriend muttered, moving a bit on his seat before driving the car over the few feet separating us from the car ahead. "It's not like it changed anything."

Without wasting time, I brought my hand back to his dick and my heart jumped on my chest when I realized he was still hard. Immediately, he moved on his seat to get a better position and I kept touching him gently.

"You know it's literally impossible to concentrate on anything else but your hand on my cock, pet, don't you?"

"Mmhm." I admitted, biting my bottom lip again. "What would you say if I used both hands?"

"I'd say I'm all yours, you can do anything you want, angel."

My other hand reached for his zipper and without thinking, he moved his ass up to help me. I could feel my pussy throb as I took his hard dick out of his pants without even caring who could see us. I was turned on by the fact that I could easily arouse him and quickly grabbed his cock with both hands, stroking him gently. He let his head fall against the seat, his eyes closed and I glanced at the windshield to make sure we didn't need to drive again.

"Petal, you're such a tease."

I felt his fingers run in my hair and suddenly, he grabbed it and brought my head closer to his cock. My lips brushed on his tip and that simple contact brought my whole body on fire. He seemed to enjoy it too as he let out a moan.

"Use your lips and tongue baby, be the good little slut I know you can be."

I didn't even think a second about protesting. When Niall asked me something like that, there was nothing I wanted more than to please him. I stuck my tongue out slightly, running it on the soft tip of his dick, trying to resist the urge to suck on it right away. I loved teasing him but most of the time, I was even more impatient than he was to taste him, and I couldn't stop myself.

This time, though, I took my time, licking the head of his cock slowly and gently as his fingers slipped in my hair again. I pulled the skin of his cock down, running the tip of my tongue right around the base of his head and his hand gripped my hair so tight I felt tears in my eyes. My pussy started throbbing harder and I whimpered again.

"Just take it in your mouth now, or I swear you're going to regret it when we get home."

This time, it took me a second to react. I wanted to know how exactly he would punish me when we'd get home, but I was also avid for the taste of his precum on my buds. He pushed on my head and I just opened my mouth, feeling my lips slide around his cock, pressing them on his length to turn him on even more.

"Mm, fuck, stay there."

I tried to breathe from my nose but gagged a few times before choking and when he let go of me he pulled again on my hair, his eyes meeting mine this time.

"D'you think you can make me cum before I need to focus on the road again, petal?"

I nodded quickly, more eager to please than I had ever been, and it made an other smirk take shape on his lips. I was expecting him to bring my head back to his hard cock but instead, he moved his hand between my thighs, rubbing my pussy through my pants with the side of his hand. It didn't seem to satisfy him and in a swift movement, he slipped his hand in my pants, over my panties, and gently pressed the tip of his middle finger on my clit.

"I love how wet you get from sucking my cock." he whispered, moving his finger so slowly that it made my body tremble. "If you make me cum good, I promise that when we get home, I'll suck on your cunt until you beg me to stop."

"What if I never want you to stop?" I asked innocently, tilting my head.

"Then I'll never stop."

Quickly, I undid my seatbelt to be more comfortable and moved back down on his cock, taking it completely in my mouth and running my tongue on it at the same time. He kept moving his hips up and down, fucking my mouth the best he could, and when I felt his dick twitch in my mouth, I knew he was close. I moved my head away and closed my eyes, feeling his warm cum spurting all over my face, landing on my lips, cheeks and even some in my hair.

"You're such a fucking little minx, I swear." He complained with a grunt. "I wanted to cum on your mouth and you knew it."

He pulled me up by my hair and our gazes met again. His eyes roamed on my face, probably looking at his cum covering my face, and he shook his head slightly. I licked my lips, finally tasting him and moaned low, making the left corner of his lips raise up. He brought one of his fingers on my cheek to gather some of his cum and brought it back to my lips. I quickly sucked on his finger until he took it back and he smiled more.

I brought the bottom of my shirt up to wipe the rest of his orgasm off my cheeks but he stopped me.

"Don't. Keep it." he ordered. "That's the price to pay for not doing exactly what I wanted. And buckle up, we're finally moving."

I remained silent and did what he told me to do as I started to remember where we were.

"Do you think anyone saw us?" I asked, not daring to look by any windows.

"Probably. I hope they enjoyed the show." he laughed, putting his dick back in his pants and zipping them again. "Too bad for them, they won't say what I'm gonna do to you when we get home."

[swagatron9]

Im doing my first pregnancy so could u please do a pregnancy story , u dont have to if you dont want to. I really would appreciate if you could because the father refuses to claim her . If you aren’t comfortable with doing pregnancy stuff that is totally okay !! And if you are could you please do brahms , billy lenz oe rz! Michael myers ?

Brahms and Michael and Their Pregnant S/O

Pairings: Brahms Heelshire, Michael Myers

Authors Note: Congradulations on the pregnancy, this is such a beautiful moment (if that’s what you want of course) I wasn't entirely sure how you wanted me to write this, whether it be happy or sad, but I hope you enjoy this nonetheless. I don't write Billy Lenz or any particular Michael Myers; sorry about that. I also have never written a pregnancy story, so sorry if this is bad or at any point incorrect.

Brahms Heelshire:

When you told Brahms about you being pregnant, he would definitely be jealous of the idea of someone else stealing your attention.

He would sulk whenever you were around and would probably hide in the walls to ignore you in order to make a point.

It took you a while, but you managed to get Brahms to sit down and have a conversation with him about what was going to happen.

Afterwards, Brahms would be a bit awkward around you and would probably still continue to avoid you until he gets used to the idea.

Would make you take extra care of him so he can feel loved still. Example: kiss goodnight every night, read his favourite book at least once a week, an extra few bjs here and there.

He eventually will grow to like the idea of a miniature version, that you two conceived, running around.

“Can we still have secks?” If he’s cumming it’s inside, no spillage.

Now, Brahms when the baby is born. He’s awkward, refuses to hold it, and refuses to be anywhere near it.

In all honesty, Brahms is scared of parenthood. He missed out on his entire childhood as well as becoming an actual adult. He lacks the responsibility that most adults have and he’s scared that he’ll be a bad role model for the child. He’s also worried that the child would end up like him and he doesn’t want that.

I imagine that Brahms would be a great friend for the child, maybe not a good dad. He would play with the child, read to it, and express the kind of love that he wished to receive from his own parents.

He would ask you to teach him things to teach the child.

Michael Myers:

I think Michael would hate having a kid around, but also love it at the same time.

He would probably try and train it to be like him or something.

Why can I kind of see Michael have some sort of pregnancy fetish. Like he likes the idea of fucking you with a round swollen stomach, and while it means that he has to be softer and more caring during your intimate times, he also finds himself getting off quicker.

This also means he can cum inside you as much as he wants without a care in the world. He also enjoys how your constantly horny 24/7, so unless your whining about wanting him deep inside you he doesn’t really care.

I just feel like Michael would enjoy the pregnancy stage but despise the baby part because that means he has more responsibilities, but with that being said he would also make you do everything because he doesn’t want to hurt the baby.

New founding possessiveness from Michael, you can now never leave the house under any circumstances, oh the food? Don’t worry, he’ll steal from the next person he pays a visit to.

You wouldn’t ever have to worry about feeling unsafe for you or your child as he is your personal bodyguard as you already know and now I’m not saying he would sacrifice the baby for you, but if it comes down to it he’s going to choose you in a situation where it’s one or the other.

Don’t expect him to care about or for the baby because for the most part he won’t, but he would never do anything on purpose to put it in harms way.

[nightfallgame]

(NSFW) SHORT — Christian Tenebrae (01)

Originally Written: 01-08-21

Prompt: can we have Ritsu or Christian getting a bj? 👀

Christian's spread legs twitch like they want to close. His thighs are small, so thin you almost think you could wrap both hands around them, and painfully pale. Between that and his soft cock resting between his legs, he looks about as fragile as it gets. 

"So... you're really gonna put your mouth on my... u-um...?" he asks nervously.

You nod from where you're kneeling. "Yep. Your dick."

His cheeks promptly go faintly pink. It's easy to forget that Christian is sheltered enough that even the word 'penis' would have him blushing. 

"O-Okay..."

Christian isn't usually the type for nerves, but he certainly looks anxious from where you're sitting. You run warm fingers up the outside of his thigh and he shivers. A kiss to the inner part of his leg, just above his knee, draws a little squeak out of him. As you smile up at him, Christian is blushing even more. 

"Let me be good to you," you breathe, and lean in closer. 

When you press a matching hiss to his inner thigh, dangerously close to his dick, Christian makes a soft, gasping sound. You see his cock twitch a bit, blood already starting to fill it. Down here, he's rather small, cutely pink, and naturally all but hairless. 

You bring your hand up and cup under his tender, smooth balls. Christian's legs tremble like they want to close. You use your free hand to hold them open. As you lick your lips, Christian looks like he's either incredibly aroused or about to try to wriggle away. He's the perfect little present— and all yours for the taking. 

Slowly, you drag your tongue along the upper surface of his shaft. 

"Nngh—!"

The noise that promptly leaves him is small and weak. You know that Christian had never even tried to get himself off before meeting you, so it's not unexpected. Sexual things of any nature tend to affect him more than you'd expect. 

"Th-That feels—" Christian stutters. You're not sure if he intended to follow it up with 'good' or 'weird', because you let your mouth close around the head of his cock... 

...and he cuts himself off with a loud squeak. 

Instantly, Christian's little heels kick a bit. His hands ball into fists by his sides. He makes at attempt words, but all that comes out are high-pitched moans. 

You just sit there, suckling lightly on the soft, clean-tasting head of him. The weight of his small cock feels good against your tongue, and when you hum with contentment, Christian all but shrieks. His hands go to your hair involuntarily. He's still careful not to pull, but his fingers dig in and you can hear him panting in between moaning gasps. 

After licking him until his moans start to sound more like sobs, dragging your tongue over his tip again and again until you're having to hold his thighs open by force, you pull back. A thin trail of saliva connects your lips and Christian's cock. The sight of it makes him blush even more. 

"How's it feel, baby boy?"

"I-I, um, ah... I-It's good..." Christian manages. His legs are shaking and his eyes look glazed. 

"You're cute," you tell him. "Your cock is so hard now, see? It's all red up here." You tap the flushed head genty. "And when my mouth is on you, I can feel it twitch."

Christian promptly whines from embarrassment. 

"Th-That's... I'm s-sorry," he squeaks. 

"Not sorry. It's cute. I'm going to keep you in my mouth until you come. And even then, maybe I'll play with you by making you keep going..."

His eyes go very, very wide. You can see a little shiver run through his shoulders. After swallowing loudly, Christian very nervously spreads his legs to give you better access, turning his head away so you can see a little less of his blushing face. 

Smiling, you return your mouth to his cock. As soon as your lips close over him again, Christian lets out yet another oft, need-filled sound. 

He's squirming in no time. You suck on him deep and slow, and he whimpers and wriggles until you have to pin his hips down so he doesn't squirm away. Christian only gets louder after you're holding him down, which leads you to the quick conclusion that he likes that quite a bit. Maybe next time, you'll have to tie him up. 

But for now, you focus on making him slowly lose his mind from pleasure. Christian keeps getting harder against the inside of your mouth. You can taste pre-come dripping from him at a steady pace. He's hot, swollen, and ultra-sensitive. 

And before long, Christian starts trying to manage words again. It's all slurred and stumbled, but what you think is begging is leaving his lips in a steady stream. It's either that or he's praising you, and you honestly don't know which you prefer. He's too cute. In every regard, he really is just as cute as it gets. 

You know that he has to be close. From the way that Christian has progressed to shuddering all over and whimpering like he can't get air, he's probably going to come within seconds. 

So you press your tongue up against the tender spot under the head of him and hum. 

Christian howls. His thighs snap inward and squeeze against your head as he shakes and gasps and comes. 

Hot come gushes against your tongue, and you suck it all down. Now that he's going to be even more sensitive, you get rough, working Christian through his orgasm until he clearly trying to get out that he can't take it anymore. 

When he's actively trying (albeit weakly) to push your head away, you give him a break. As soon as your mouth is off of his now-soft, red-all-over cock, he lets out a massive, shuddering sigh and doubles over like you've killed him. The little, whimpering breaths he lets out are music to your ears. You've truly wrecked your sweet, sweet boy. 

"How'd it feel, honey?" you ask sweetly as you rub his thigh to offer some comfort. 

"G-Good..." Christian whimpers. There are overwhelmed tears in his eyes.

[mylittleredgirl]

finally, m*a*s*h update!

season four disc two! ("quo vadis, captain chandler" to "dear ma")

there is a LOT going on in the frank and margaret department

i kind of tipped my hand here when i posted about my new obsession, but even if you are not circling the drain on this doomed ship... the Unresolved Breakup Tension is fuckin WILD in this disc

she literally punches him in the face!!! how was that not a breakup!

but then he buys her something or does something to charm or impress her, and it works! then he blows it again!! rinse and repeat!!!! i am 👀🍿

sam and diane from cheers are still theeee platonic ideal of slap-slap-kiss but these clowns definitely walked so they could run

i literally jumped off the couch when his wife found out, aaaaa it's so juicy

I'M SORRY i realize this doesn't speak well of me as a person, but those long close-ups on her face as she voluntarily eavesdrops on him dismissing their relationship (twice!!) and her heart gets fully crushed??? i could eat popcorn to this all day.

this is the kind of dysfunctional relationship that my artist friends would choose in our youth so that we could Suffer and Make Art, so i really hope margaret is writing terrible poetry about it

anyway, we're peroxide-roots deep into GIRL WHY??!??

and then bj very gently explains to radar that well, see, frank and margaret both kinda suck and we're in the middle of nowhere, so they're all they've got

and i had to spend three or four days staring at the ceiling about it, because YEAH. it's not just that they're each other's only rank-appropriate source of star-spangled orgasms

(and they both care far more about military hierarchy than they do about marital fidelity)

but they are so consistently unkind to everyone around them that they have no other choice for any human connection full stop.

i'm not even talking about their ongoing bullying war with hawkeye and trapper or bj, because that's dirty pool on both sides, but i could count on one hand the number of times either of them have interacted with a subordinate nurse or enlisted man without threatening them. like they literally would not have anyone else to talk to.

but the reveal that she still wants to MARRY HIM? oh god. ohhhh honey. noooo.

that fake proposal prank was so genuinely mean. mostly because they ruined her hot date! 👏 let 👏 margaret 👏 fuck 👏 random 👏 dudes 👏

"isn't general barker the one who wanted you to spank him?" lmaoooo

OKAY i swear i can talk about other things:

hawkeye continues to just NOT pull without trapper here. the nurses are fully dismissing or ignoring his efforts, and honestly is he even trying that hard?? have we seen him get even one date?

i've been trying to come up with an "intricate rituals" joke about hawkeye and trapper but where the rituals are... girls. you get me.

i re-watched the pilot and the desk ep (for frank/margaret reasons DON'T JUDGE ME), and hawkeye and trapper LITERALLY end the pilot handcuffed together, and in the next episode talk about sharing a nurse. how am i supposed to take this???

speaking of nurses, you know that little 🙄 you have to ignore in 2024 whenever the women on m*a*s*h get called honey and sweetheart and baby on the job (though tbh i worked on a construction site and an ad sales office in the 2010's and got the same treatment -- but in the modern day it's done ironically babe)

BUT when potter calls margaret "good girl" after he gets shot??? total opposite feeling. i literally had to pause and take a moment. he's her dad now.

also when he tucks radar in???? everyone's dad actually

in loving memory of radar's other dad though, two important points:

how proud would henry have been of drunk & disorderly radar??

and henry's "i've always wondered if i might be radar's dad" bit is genuinely 900% funnier now that we know radar's mom looks EXACTLY like him.

i don't think i have ever circled back to talk about klinger, who became so so so awesome

it's so funny that in klinger's very first appearance and 30 times since then, he has been told straight up that wearing women's clothes will never work to get him out of the army. there's no explanation for his commitment to this particular form of passive resistance except that he genuinely loves it

the swamp rats built a still and klinger got a sewing machine and learned a craft. he's so good at it!! his looks are 🔥

i feel uncomfortable when i see him in fatigues tbh. it happened a few times in this disc and i would like it to Stop actually

also precious baby father mulcahey... Protect Him.

i LOVE that everyone showed up for his church service when the grand poobah chaplain was in town. they love each other!!! (also the life magazine jeep shoot!!!)

"quo vadis, captain chandler" was really good. i'm still over colonel flagg's whole deal but i now understand why everyone loves sidney freedman, and the guest actor they had playing not-jesus was incredible

bj continues to be the best little brother hawkeye could have asked for

also he maybe invented cpr?

i didn't say much about him here but I LOVE HIM and also his off-screen wife

forward and onward!!!

[rogerswifesblog]

a request where steve rogers was getting stressed out and his wife, reader decided to do is kneel and get his ding a ling blowed by her mouth

Thank you for the request! Let’s take care of the ding-a-ling 😂 hope you like it!:) please let me know!

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Help you relax

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Steve had a very, very stressful week. You decided to help him relax. With your mouth.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: husband!Steve Rogers x wife!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, oral [ m ], cock-warming, face fucking, deepthroating, messy bj, wife kink?, Masturbation [ f ], petnames; baby, sugar, sweetheart

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Keep in mind English is not my first language! There can be mistakes!

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The sound of the door being slammed close, woke you up. Surprised, and slightly startled you sat up and looked around. Apparently you've fallen asleep on the couch, while waiting for Steve to come back. Even though he always said, you didn't need to wait for him to come back from work, you did it anyway.

Normally he'd tried to be quiet and would wake you up gently-not today. Something seemed off.

"Steve, are you okay?", you asked your husband softly, while he entered the living room. Steve sat down next to you, letting out a exhausted sigh. He didn't even try to hide how exhausted he was. "I'm sorry for waking you up, sweetheart. It's just...god, I hate all the paperwork we always have after missions. Also, fury decided I should teach the new agents hand-to-hand combat and it's awful. They don't know shi-" "That's why you have to teach them, Steve", you smiled softly, while putting your hands on his shoulders. Steve left out a sigh, after you started massaging his sore muscles.

"You're doing great, Mr Rogers. You had a hard day...Let's relax you a bit, what do you think?", you whispered in Steve's ear. A soft moan escaped his lips. Slowly he nodded, while turning his head to you and kissing you gently.

It didn't stay gentle for long-after a couple of minutes the kisses became harder, demanding. You couldn't stop yourself from moaning. "Didn't you want to....relax me?", your husband mumbled against your lips. So you started massaging his shoulders again, while climbing in his lap. Slightly he pulled his eyebrows together.

Steve thought you'd actually do something different. He'd love to feel your lips stretched around his cock. The warmth of your mouth...

He'd love to bury his hands in your hair, watching your head move, while he'd thrust into your mouth. He knew you'd let him fuck your face.

Alone the thought of fucking your face made his dick harden.

"Come on, sugar...be a good wife and take care of your husbands needs, Mrs Rogers", he mumbled against your lips. You nodded. "Of course, my dear Husband, I'd love to take care of you, Mr Rogers."

Steve bit his bottom lip and let you slowly slide down from his lap, between his spread legs. You moaned as you saw the throbbing bulge in his pants. Slowly he started to open his belt. It made your pussy throb.

“See something you like, Mrs Rogers?”, he asked smugly. His tone turned you even more on. The deep voice he always used in the bedroom…He knew what he was doing to you.

So you nodded and let your hands slide over his muscular thighs. Some other time you’d definitely want to ride these. You haven’t done this in a long, long time.

After opening the zipper of his pants, you helped Steve slide his pants down his legs. His boxershorts followed. As soon as his cock sprang free, Steve grabbed himself and pumped a few times. Pre-cum leaked out of his tip. He couldn’t wait to sink into your warm, wet mouth. It’s all he could think about for the whole day.

“Open up, for your husband, sugar. I know you need something in your mouth”, Steve grabbed your hair with the other hand and pulled you closer to his dick. Instantly you opened your mouth as wide as possible, to get his girth between your lips. The taste of him on your tongue made you moan. Steve couldn’t keep himself quiet. “Yeah, baby…that feels great”, he mumbled while pushing your head lower.

His tip hit your throat, but he kept pushing, till you gagged, then he let you come up for a moment, before repeating. Steve could already feel his muscles relax. He definitely felt better.

You could feel Steve’s grip on your hair harden and with that you also felt his wedding ring pressing lightly against your head. The thought that Steve was your husband, always made your stomach tingle. You’d be with Steve till death would part you. No other woman was allowed to touch him. He was your husband. Wearing a ring on his finger. Just like you did. Your ring glistened in the dim light of the living room. He looked down at your hands, grabbing his thighs. It made him moan.

Once again Steve pushed you down, past your gag reflex. Unintentionally you swallowed and let Steve glide into your throat. You could feel your salvia and his pre-cum coating your lips and chin-and Steve loved how messy you were. How messy your lips looked. So stretched around his girth. God he was so lucky, having such a amazing wife. Kneeling before him, because he had a bad day.

You started bobbing your head, while Steve still held your hair. Moaning he watched you enjoy yourself, while just sucking him off. He could tell you liked it-actually you told him many times, how much you enjoyed sucking him off. It was always a great feeling to have him fill your mouth. Use you, like it was your most important duty to suck his cock.

You moaned around him, which caused him to thrust into your mouth. You moaned once again, while slowly letting him slid out of your throat, till only his tip was in you mouth, so you could lick around it and over his leaking tip. As you took his tip in your mouth, you hollowed your cheeks. The sounds Steve made, god, so beautiful and so, so filthy. You loved it.

Moaning Steve gently grabbed your cheek with one hand and let his thumb slid over your stretched lips, while he thrusted back into your mouth. More salvia leaked out of your mouth. “Now, I’m gonna fuck your mouth, yeah? Tap my leg when something’s to much”, he murmured. Without waiting for an answer he started rapidly thrusting into your mouth. His tip hitting the back of your throat, while he grabbed your hair again, so he could control your movements.

The skin slapping, moans and wet sounds were the only thing you could hear. It made Steve’s blood boil. Your mouth felt like heaven. If heaven existed, he already knew what it was. “You’re so good to me, sugar. Can’t believe I’m married to such a amazing woman”, he mumbled, while his thrust became harder.

You took him deeper, as deep as you possibly could, until tears formed and threatened to spill as his cock constantly hit the back of your throat. Steve loved seeing you like this. It made him crazy. He could already feel his orgasm approaching, while tears streamed down your face.

From the way his thrust became erratic you knew he was close, so you started to suck him harder and hollowed your cheeks. You loved feeling his cock pulse in your mouth, feel the veins when you swirled your tongue.

Your name from his lips came out with a pleasurable cry. A few thrust later Steve emptied his load in your mouth and throat, filling you up. He kept thrusting, till he became to sensitive-so he slowly stopped and pulled out. Even though you swallowed as much as possible, his cum dripped down your lips and chin. You slowly looked up. Steve’s eyes were already on you.

“Thank you, sweetheart…now come here”, he mumbled and pulled you into his lap. He pressed his lips to yours, kissing you passionately, still feeling the taste of himself on your lips. A little smile spread over your lips. “Did I do good, Mr Rogers?”, you grinned lightly, while placing gentle kisses along his cheek, jaw and neck. A low chuckle escaped him. He definitely felt relaxed.

“You did very good, Mrs Rogers. You’re my incredible wife…”, Steve kissed your neck slowly, while laying down with you. “….and now your husband wants to fuck his wife into oblivion, so you better loose all these clothes.”

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[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: Tomorrow is my birthday and I am thinking about how my OOTD (obsession of the day) would do things. So here are some headcanons.

C/W ::: Birthday sex, kitchen bj, use of "daddy", little bit of cum play, unprotected P->V,

WC ::: 2,044

Reiner ::: (Because he's all I can think about today)

I feel like Reiner would make a pretty big deal out of his partner's birthday. Like, not in the way where he drops hundreds of dollars on a meal you probably won't even remember after he gets you home and puts his dick deep inside of you to bed. He'd probably cook you a really nice steak dinner with the works; mashed potatoes, green beans or salad and whatever you want to drink. But he won't let you have water until after he's done draining you of all your fluids and you need to rehydrate because this is a day for splurging on indulgences that you normally refrain from.

He's got you covered, taking care of whatever you need. Driving? For any reason. He'll take you. But you don't want to get too crazy. You like being able to enjoy his company and actually remember it the next day. So maybe 2 or 3 glasses of a sweet wine for dessert.

He'll clean up the dishes because he knows (and accepts) how fucking crazy you are about irritating messes being left out for too long. That makes this even better. 

You go to the bedroom and mentally prepare yourself for a moment about the good time that will be had by all and then you go meet up with him in the kitchen and wrap your arms around his waist and bury your nose in the middle of his back for a deep breath of his man smell. 

"You can finish those later, Rei. I'm not going to have a hissy." You laugh, trying to convince him to drop the damn dishes in the sink and turn around to face you.

"I don't want you getting up in the middle of the night to finish this shit. I'll just be a couple of minutes, babe." You huff in frustration because the wine you had is starting to slowly warm your body in very specific areas and you want his hand plunged into you like they are the water in the sink. "That needy for me, huh? Tch, such an impatient li’l birthday girl I have on my hands, aren't you? Ok, ok, ok. 2 more forks to go and I'll ---" You cut him off and start to rub his hardening cock through his orange-brown carhartt carpenter jeans.

"I have a couple of 'forks' for you too, daddy." You slipped around under his right arm and bit his flexing bicep as he finished the dishes.

"Ow! H-heyyy!" Reiner laughed. "Damn, what's gotten into you all of a sudden? I might give you wine all the time if this is how you react." You would've bitten him harder but only wanted to get his attention right now.

"S'not the wine, Rei." You said quietly as you looped your arms up around his neck and pulled him down to you.

"My hands ... are still ... " He kisses you back. "Mmm ... still ... hmm, fuck baby." He wraps his hands around your soft waist and lifts you up onto the counter. It doesn't do much in the way of bringing you up any closer to him. He just likes that you can relax while he spreads your legs apart and plants himself right up against your panty-clad cunt. The dress you are wearing has long since been pushed up around your waist. Second only to his favorite place for your dresses or skirts to be; on the floor next to the bed.

You lean back and let him have at you. His lips and tongue and teeth tease and tug at your nipples through the thin material of your bra, pulling it down over your tits. You reach down and pull gently at his dick, stroking him through his pants until he's moaning and grinding into your small hand. "Want me to take 'em off?" He asks, as if he didn't already know the answer. He fumbles with the button and zipper. You nod and pull at his shirt, tugging it up and over his head. He drops it to the floor and starts to work on his pants as you unhook your bra and let your breasts free.

He takes them in his hands and squeezes and pinches and sucks and licks at your nipples. You reach down and pull his dick out, rubbing your wetness all over the head of it as he gets a bit rougher with your tits. "F-fuck, I love your tits, baby." He says, as he ducks his head down and takes one of them in his mouth, his tongue lapping at the tiny pink puff as he starts to fuck your hand harder.

"I love yours, too." You giggle as you look down and admire his dick. So fucking long and thick and perfect. You lean back on your elbow and bring your other hand down to wrap around his balls, pulling them lightly as you continue to stroke him. "Nnnghh, fuck. You're gonna make me cum too soon, baby." He whines, as he starts to thrust into your hands.

"I wanna make you cum, Rei. I want you to cum all over my tits. Right here on this counter." You say, as you let go of his balls and reach up to push his jeans down his hips.

"Yeah? You want me to cum all over you?" He asks, as he steps out of his pants and shoves them to the floor. He reaches down and pulls your panties to the side. "I'll give you anything you want, baby. It is your birthday, after all. But ... here? What - hoh fuck, babe. Fuck - what if the neighbors see?"

"So? They can watch all they want. I just want to blow you, Reiner." He chuckles and leans down to kiss you, his cock bobbing up and down as he moves in to take your lips. He pushes his tongue into your mouth and you suck on it, moaning softly as he reaches up to tweak your nipples.

You scoot off the counter and kneel before him. He looks down at you with lust and adoration in his eyes. "God, so beautiful." He breathes, as he reaches down to stroke your hair. You smile and lean forward, taking the tip of his cock in your mouth. He hisses and throws his head back as you start to suck and lick at him.

You swirl your tongue around the head of his dick, letting it dip into the slit and lap at the precum that's already starting to leak out. He tastes so fucking good. You reach up and stroke him, your fingers sliding up and down the length of his shaft as you bob up and down on him.

"Ohhh fuck, baby. You're so good. You're so fucking good. Oh my god." He moans, as he starts to thrust into your mouth. You take him deeper, relaxing your throat and letting him fuck your face.

You try your best to hum the birthday song while he's in your mouth but you have to stop because you're laughing so hard. "What the, baby? What are you doing?" He asks, as he looks down at you with an amused smile.

"Nothing, Rei. Just sucking your dick." You giggle as you take him back in your mouth and start to suck him off again. He chuckles and shakes his head, reaching down to stroke your hair as you bob up and down on his cock.

"Mmm, fuck. You're so fucking sexy, baby. You know that? Fuck, you're so fucking hot. I could cum all over your face right now." He moans, as he starts to thrust into your mouth.

"You better not." You laugh, as you pull off of him with a loud pop. "Not yet, anyway." You giggle as you stand up and lean back against the counter. You reach down and spread your legs open, your fingers rubbing at your clit through the thin material of your panties. "I want you to fuck me first, daddy. I want you to make me cum on your cock. And then, I want you to cum all over me."

"Ohh-hoh, you're so fucking filthy, baby. I love it." He says, as he leans down and takes your lips in his. He kisses you deeply, his tongue pushing into your mouth as he reaches down and rubs at your pussy through your panties.

You moan into his mouth, your tongue sliding over his as you reach down and start to stroke him again. He moans into your mouth and rubs his fingers up and down your wet slit. "Mmm, fuck, baby. You're so wet for me." He says, as he pulls your panties to the side and slides two fingers into you.

"Ahh, fuck!" You cry out, as he starts to pump his fingers in and out of your dripping pussy.

"Yeah, that's it. Tell me how good it feels, baby." He says, as he starts to rub your clit with his thumb.

"So good, daddy. So fucking good. I want you inside of me, Rei. I want you to fuck me." You're scrambling to push yourself up onto the counter, but he picks you up and carries you down the hallway to your bedroom.

"Fuck, yeah. You'll forget your own name." He growls, as he lays you down on the bed and crawls up on top of you. He kisses you deeply, his tongue sliding over yours as he reaches down and rips the panties from your body in one quick motion. "There we go."

"I love those! Jesus, Rei-- Oh, oh fuck. You can buy me more for my birthday next year." You are thoroughly distracted as he rubs the head of his cock up and down your wet slit, teasing you before he slowly starts to slide into you.

"Mmm, yeah? You wanna do this again next year? That sounds like a plan." He chuckles, as he starts to fuck you. Rolling into you with slow, deep strokes.

"Oohhh, yes. I do." You moan, as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down for another kiss. You can feel his balls slapping against your ass as he starts to speed up, his hips thrusting into you with a steady rhythm.

You reach down and start to rub at your clit as he fucks you. "That's it, baby. Cum for me. Cum allll over my dick." He whispers, as he leans down and starts to run his teeth over your neck.

"Ohh, fuck. Don't, daddy. Don't stop." You moan, as you arch your back and press your tits up against his chest.

"I won't stop, baby. I'll fuck you all night long if you want me to." He growls, as he starts to thrust even harder into you.

"Yes! Fuck me. Fuck me." You cry out, as you cum all over his cock. "Hoh ffffuckk, Rei!" You moan, as your pussy clenches around him.

"Mmm, that's it, baby. Cum for me." He groans, as he starts to fuck you even faster. "Ohh, fuck. I'm gonna cum, too." He moans, as he starts to thrust even harder into you. "Can I cum on your tits?" He asks, as he starts to slow down a bit.

"Do it." You moan, as you lean back and close your eyes and stick out your tongue. Hopeful for any splatter. He pulls out and starts to stroke his cock, his fingers wrapped around the base of it as he starts to cum all over your tits and stomach. You reach down and rub it into your skin, massaging it into your breasts and pinching your nipples as you smile up at him. "Happy birthday to me, huh?"

He laughs and leans down to kiss you again. "Happy birthday to you, baby." He says, as he starts to rub his cum into your tits and down your stomach.

You're pretty sure this is the best birthday you've ever had.

Taglist ::: @callm3senpaii @darkstarlight82 @reinerswarrior (Just thought you'd wanna read it because, well, Reiner.)

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[lover-girl-estxx]

Nick 40 x reader 24, going for the first time on a holiday together?

Fluff bit angsty?

Week Away

dating for 6 months

gif by me

"nick i can get it" i said was he grabbed my bag from the back of the rentle truck "stop I got it" he smiled walking it up the stairs, I rolled my eyes going up behind him. I put the code into the airbnb opening the door for him "this is nice" he said putting the bags to the side "it is!" I replied looking around and smiled. It was 80 in Hawaii unlike the cold 50 in Stockton, me and Nick had real cabin fever so we booked this for our first get away which lots thought it was a lot for our first together.

I was unpacking both our stuff in the room when Nick came in "baby you want to go to the store and get it over with then go to the beach?" he asked "yeah one sec i'm gonna change into something cooler" he smiled "K i'll be waiting" I nodded. "oh I like that" he said pulling his phone down looking at my short loose dress I lightly laughed grabbing my purse was he kissed my neck "okay come on" I grabbed his hand behind me pulling him out the door. He got in putting on sublime before driving down the beach road putting a hand on my thigh "this is great" I said smiling "I know...really pretty" he nodded still keeping his eyes on the road "to bad people here don't like me to much" he added smirking "what do you mean?" I looked over to him he looked at me smiling "I beat they're boy BJ penn" "I think they may have forgot about that.... you want to know something werid?" I smiled "what?" "I watch that fight and I was 13" I laughed "I hate when you do that," he chuckled pulling into a parking spot "..did you think I was cute?" I laughed again " yes I did".

| Nicks POV |

She held her phone with the list on it, trying to grab a can from the top shelf "Nicky?"she asked softly I was aready behind her grabbing it for her "tha-" she was cut off "you on a father daughter trip Diaz?" a guy said with a smirk "dude grow the fuck up go somewhere" I put ot in the cart pushing it forward "just saying" I wanted to punch the guy but not with Y/n here. She sighed "can we never leave the house" she said I sighed starting to put the food on the counter.

I was sitting on the porch while Y/n ws in th kitchen cutting fruit, I heard her groan throwing something on the counter. I went in there her phone was there I looked at it 'Nick Diaz and young girlfriend seen at store in Hawaii' "dude stop with this" I said "15 people sent it to me" I grabbed her phone putting it in the drawer she looked up at me and lightly smiling I cupped both her cheeks and kissed her. "come on lets go to the water" I said on her lips "k lets go".

We were in the water she was swimming and I could still touch she laughed "I feel like I will drowned by the end of this week" I scoffed a laugh I wrapped my arms around her waist holding her against me, hers around my neck from the side "thanks for this trip old man" I rolled my eyes "your welcome mamas" I smiled kissing her water hair "love you" she looked up and pecked my lips "love you!".

I was laying in the hammock looking out on my water hand behind my head,Y/n came over standing above me holding a book and wearing a smile. "can I lay with you?" she asked softly I smiled "yeah baby" I put my arm out for her to lay on , she got in next to me laying her head on my shoulder "hows your book my love?" "it's great I like it" she looked up at me "good" I nodded "you know I brought you a book in case you got bored" "did you?" "yeah you want me to get it for you?" she gave hope full eyes "i'll try don't know how much i'll really read" she smiled hoping up "i'll be right back!".

"it's a little cold" she said coming out in her swimsuit to the hot tub, she got in and sat in my lap laying her head on my chest " I like this suit on you" I smiled "yeah?" she looked at me I nodded she kissed my cheek "love you Nicky" she whispered with a smile "Love you mamas" I smiled and kissed her head.

a/n I don't know what i'm doing

[machihunnicutt]

[falls out of baby it's you finale] Hello I'm Here To Ask You To Please Talk Some About The Extended Knight Metaphor I'm Feeling Super Normal About ("There he was, a knight in armor, lingering at the front steps, haunted by closed doors.") PLUS ⭐ a selection of your choice (if you'd like!!!)

YEAH OF COURSE ! long thoughts under the cut

I think BJ as The Knight works in a lot of ways for his thoughts/feelings/position throughout baby it's you. In flashbacks, I see him presenting this very protective/loyal/rigid/chivalrous persona to mask his insecurities/discomfort he feels trying to fit himself into straight manhood (and fatherhood & marriage). For example, with Peg (in chapter 4):

Alone together. The phrase rattled around in his head. He’d been alone so long that he didn’t know how else to be. Every time he reached for her he felt selfish. He felt like he’d grafted himself to her, or that they were passing through each other. He felt like he wasn’t supposed to feel so intensely. He felt like the words husband and wife should come more easily. He felt like he could sit there on the church steps for hours, rubbing her feet. “Should I carry your shoes? Or are you going to put them back on?” he said. She laughed, chin dipping. “Carry them. Just don’t step on my toes,” she said.

The attachment/devotion/service & the intensity of his feelings despite his lack of attraction to her...carrying her shoes, idk. BJ's internal conflicts, for me, always come back to the tension between who he is, who he feels he should be, and how he can reconcile & articulate his identity after repressing everything for so long. He's always coming back to these questions of duty & the roles he plays in other peoples' lives.

And, where you point it out in chapter 12:

“Do you let anything get under there?” Hawkeye muttered. “Under my armor?” BJ said, eyebrows raising. He could play along. He was good at it. He was better at it with Hawkeye than with anyone.  “I wouldn’t be much of a knight if I did, would I?” BJ said. “You’re no knight,” Hawkeye said, yawning. “You wound me,” BJ said, letting the smile win over his face.  “See, if you were a knight, it would take more to wound you. They’re stoic,” Hawkeye said. “I’m stoic. People tell me I’m very stoic,” BJ said, though his tone contradicted his point. “Hmm,” Hawkeye said.

I think it's significant that Hawkeye immediately sees through BJ as The Knight, and more so that he's interested in what's under the armor/persona. For Hawk, it's not about what BJ does for him...he loves BJ for who he is. (He's warm, under all the armor!! He's easily wounded!!)

BJ in 1970 is certainly in a less precarious position than he is in the 40s/50s, but I think he still plays The Knight. Particularly in the scenes in Le Cafe, he's always got an eye on Hawk (protecting him from his own actions? protecting him from Trapper? serving him by fulfilling all his wishes wrt the wedding??) Like Hawk describes in this bit in chapter 10:

Hawkeye thought about what Beej said at the bar. He thought about his hand on his waist, steadying him, holding him too tight. He thought about the space he’d given. He thought about BJ hanging in the margins: on the couch in the living room with a magazine, pretending not to eavesdrop, watching Hawk’s face in the bar, keeping track of Trapper’s comments at dinner, pacing, hiding his hands, talking a minute to cool off, managing his temper like he managed difficult surgical cases. It was like there was an invisible boundary between him and Beej. BJ always knew where the lines were, and had been trying, ardently, not to cross them.

I wanted it to take a while for Hawk to notice the way BJ positions himself the whole Vegas trip (and how hard it's been for him). BJ The Knight is always on the outside. He's got a job to do. He can't get too close. He can't get inside. He's got to be stoic.

AND, I wanted to use Knighthood to connect BJ & Erin. They really don't get much time together at all in baby it's you, but I wanted there to still be clear similarities in their thought patterns. She takes after him in good ways and in bad ways. They're both very hard on themselves. They both wrestle with these questions of belonging & duty & bravery & purpose. In chapter 11:

Erin had never gotten so much sun in her life. The summer’s activities had bleached her hair and tanned her arms. She’d be unrecognizable at Berkeley, come fall, she realized. It was a thought that made her insides squirm. It was like she’d been picking at a scab all summer, to get to the fresh, new, pink skin underneath. She was about to cast off this wild, reckless, ragtag version of herself. They couldn’t stay kids forever. “Why are you so afraid of what Fern thinks?” Benny said. “Don’t say it like that. It’s not as if I…well, it isn’t like I’m afraid,” Erin said. “It sounds like you are,” Benny said. “Well, I’m not,” Erin said, sharply. 

I like this idea of the dual purpose of armor for Erin & BJ: protecting/serving/being brave for others while simultaneously shielding/masking/hiding themselves from the judgement of others. Erin's picking at the mask/armor like a scab...she's got to cast it off in order to be herself, but letting other people under the armor comes at a price.

And, like Hawk, Benny sees through the persona (while at the same time understanding its function for Erin). In chapter 12:

“I’ve been acting like it’s us against the world. I never stopped to think about how that weighs on you,” Benny said. Erin sat up.  “You were right, though. I want to be the kind of person that you think I am,” Erin said. “You are,” Benny said. He shook his head vigorously. “There’s no doubt in my mind that you are.”

Benny believes Erin is as brave as she pretends to be. He still knows she's pretending.

Also...motorcycle/bike/noble steed??? The Hunnicutts are Knight coded.

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@gracelesslady23 you sent me this ask a while ago and I was just about to reply but Tumblr glitched and the whole ask disappeared! Anyway, I had saved it elsewhere so no harm done.

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love! ❤️

Thanks for the ask! Sorry it’s taken so long to reply! I wanted to finish some WIPs first so I could talk about them. 😊 These are in no particular order.

Practice makes perfect

I could not stop laughing when writing this. I wanted to make it a story where James and Sirius are awkward and silly and blunt and don’t really know what they are doing half the time (well Sirius has a bit of a better grasp of it 🤭), but the hormones and absolute terror and magnitude of having a crush on your best friend is so overpowering that someone has to make the first move eventually. Also, it’s ok to make mistakes like accidentally do a test run on your crush’s baby brother before winning the actual prize. Yeah, it’s a thin plot but it got me over writer’s block and made me smile so much. Prongsfoot bj’s is always a treat to write. They can’t help wanting each other.

Enchanted

My original inspiration for this story was Enchanted by Taylor Swift. I couldn’t let go of the lyrics ”Please don’t be in love with someone else. Please don’t have somebody waiting on you.” Then I saw the T. Swift music video for Bejeweled where they have Enchanted playing at the beginning. The video has a Cinderella theme, hence the AU for this story. I also watched the Cinderella movie for some more inspiration. I’d been thinking about a fairytale Prongsfoot story anyway and this just worked. I really wanted to make Sirius a prince, and it was so interesting giving James a different background and trying to think how that would change his character. I also wanted to make it as romantic as possible. The amount of fluff almost made me uncomfortable but I needed to test my limits. There’s some spice in there too because…this is Prongsfoot. They get like that about each other. 😄

A lesson in love

I knew I wanted to write an Amortentia fic but I had no idea how to go about it. At first it seems like a fun trope but essentially presents the whole dubcon issue which I didn’t want to be a thing in this story. Then I thought, what if they react differently to the potion because they are Animagi? So, I went with that thought. I loved writing this and creating all the pining and tension between them. <3

Specialised in you

It started as a funny thought of James being so sure he’s straight that wanting to have sex with Sirius was nothing but a little bit inconvenient in the grand scheme of things, and that could be dealt with Polyjuice potion and in a totally ”straight” way. That was going to be that. A silly, funny, smutty story. 11k words later I had a whole wartime Prongsfoot hurt/comfort fic in my hands. I don’t know what happened. (I do know what happened. James Potter happened.) Writing this was so much fun but also sad and everything in between. I didn’t think I’d be writing actual duelling and stuff but there we are.

Payback

Sometimes you just have to write shameless Prongsfoot smut. Basically this story exists because I needed an outlet for my Eurovision frustration. I felt a little better after getting it out of my system. James and Sirius also felt much better afterwards. I like their whole revenge mood.

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What about reader always wanting to give eddie head and just bring so lost in it and moaning while they do it and eddie loves it but one day when she goes to go down he stops her bc he doesn't want her to feel like she has to do it or obligated to bc his past relationship the person he was seeing mad him feel bad for it.

gladly will do this <3

sorry its a bit short-

wirings ; talking about bjs, fluff

you always loved to give Eddie blowjobs. you loved giving, having something in your mouth. Eddie loved having your lips wrapped around his cock. you swore he was so loud. but he was always vocal during sex. just whenever you guys were done Eddie felt horrible.

in his past relationships before you his girlfriend barely ever wanted to give him head. and she would feel bad when Eddie always had to jerk off in the bathroom trying to finish, he never pressured her to do anything she didn't want to do or if she wasn't comfortable with it.

so she would give him head because she felt horrible for not helping her boyfriend. when he really didnt mind if she didnt want to do it. he just wanted his girl to be happy.

he would feel horrible after seeing her slight sad face as he finished seeing how bothered she was.

" baby you didnt have to do that" he fixed his boxers as harper was sitting on her knees still " I know I just feel bad that I dont help you" she played with the end of her shirt staring at the ground " you dont have to help me, I can handle using my hand I want you to be comfortable and not pressured" he played with her hair as she looked up at him with teary glassy eyes "m'sorry Eddie.." she sniffled.

he hugged her and held her close "its okay..dont cry sweet girl." he kissed her forehead wiping her tears away.

one day you were about to give Eddie head getting on your knees, staring up at Eddie who's lips were swollen and red from you guys making out. he sat up and covered his crotch as you moved your hands towards his zipper “is everything okay?” you looked at him as he nodded.

“m’fine just..you dont have to help me get off sweetheart.” he huffed a bit “what? I love helping you get off what made you think I didnt?” you grabbed his hand “I just didnt want you to feel pressured” he looked at you “ baby you'll never make me feel pressured” you kissed his hand as he nodded a bit “m’sorry I made this seem all random sweetheart I just want you to not feel pressured” “dont be sorry eds just remember you wont ever make me feel pressured or uncomfortable. and if you do ill tell you same thing for you baby” you smiled a bit as he smiled back 

“now should I give you head?” you looked into his eyes “ of course sweetheart.”

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some one day later little things I feel + @mauvecardigans​ the stuff you wrote on the other post reblog 🥺 all of it made me have an emotion. which is rude, I’m already feeling at least one emotion off the back of yesterday, I’m not ready for more. I haven’t understood the first one yet (we’re as far as “I... sad”)

1. Potter just really had the feeling of a man saying goodbye to his kids – the amount he called Klinger “son,” just over and over again, and he was his best man! The way he teared up over Margaret (I hc she’s his secret favourite, not that the others aren’t great, and he loves them, but Margaret is such an over-eager try-hard perfectionist, and he’s met her father and she imprinted on Potter like a baby duckling who’s excellent at scheduling). The earnest way that Charles speaks of wishing to be able to emulate him, which I didn’t expect to hear him say at all. The salutes!!! -- which in tandem with rewatching s4 again, in the first episode of which he’s not sure about Klinger’s dresses and Klinger generally and Hawkeye talks him over, and he doesn’t want Hawkeye’s antics, but then very quickly becomes intensely charmed and understands almost immediately why the jokes are what they are, and those early episodes of everyone trying to impress him, etc. Especially to Margaret and Charles there was a feeling of how he was a better dad to them than their fathers could ever have been 

(Radar is just upsetting because his original father died when he was a baby and then Henry of course… and then his uncle before he comes home... it’s funny because I very much did think Radar left when he should have -- maybe even a little later than he should have, considering how he didn’t get much focus + was simplified a bit in his later seasons, but not having him here saying goodbye did somehow feel like there was someone missing -- and I do think Potter also filled some kind of a space for him that he’s had many mixed versions of at this point.)

2. I called this show Potter’s coda (from the perspective of how much life he’s already led) and since then it’s felt like I’m a dog that’s caught a scent or something. feels right. and the way he rides off one last time on Sophie. 

3. thinking once again about Hawkeye and Margaret’s goodbye. thinking eternally about their goodbye. it’s just... the journey those two have been on together and the deep, deep love and crucially respect that has come out of this experience for them. I do think those two are my favourite dynamic, and I’m glad to have gotten this after the later seasons didn’t show them as much together

4. mauvecardigans: “There’s something so chilling about knowing this entire group - a group of people that have meant so much to each other and been so integral to each other’s wellbeing - will never be together again, not really. Reunions will happen, but for one reason or another, the entire group will never be together.”

circling back, I think that may be what struck me about Radar not being there. it was like “oh they’re all saying goodbye, but wait, you all need to say goodbye!” (I feel that way more strongly with Radar than with Henry or Trapper I think because of distance and because Henry did say goodbye to everyone, while Trapper left suddenly of his own volition, rather than wait for Hawkeye -- I say “own volition” I get that the internal feelings of it, the fear that it might not be real or may be revoked, even leaving a kiss to Hawkeye, those are all things to think about, but like... he left as he left, and that was ultimately his choice, much like BJ TRIED TO DO THE SAME FUCKNDKFGKJLDSD

5. I AM STILL THINKING ABOUT BJ DOING THAT! It may seem like I’m yelling in anger, but no, I am yelling in narrative parallels and symbolic resonance and character study! I said that Hawkeye says “I’m never gonna shake you” (words to that effect, I’m still too afraid to actually watch the scene again) and they immediately went “I WISH I KNEW HOW TO QUIT YOU!!!!”

6. mauvecardigans: “Sidney, love him to pieces, is an omen, a guide - his presence indicates an invisible pain, his exit reminds us healing, in spite of everything, is possible” yeah, yeah! love to see him arrive, need to see him go. I actually was reminded that I wrote something about Sidney back when I was watching s6 and I think a lot of it still fits, even as he didn’t have more POV episodes later on (and I think that was a good choice, leave him a little bit symbolic in his presence)

7. also I love that several people have told me that DOS left loretta his phone nr after years of her asking for it, in the front of the elizabeth barrett browning book, and I do choose to give that to charles as something he does for margaret (a sort of charles way of saying “stay in touch, despite the way I act like a feral stray cat sometimes”)

8. tragedy is still... something I’m sitting with. it takes a long time to percolate inside of me before words about tragic narratives can properly form

9. mauvecardigans “And yet they can never go home, either. A part of them will always be gathered at that spot in Korea, running litters and doing surgery until the end of the world” -- I know, I know, it’s a show, it’s fiction, and it’s there to be watched at whatever time one comes into it, but there’s something about how it’s so far behind these actors (and most of them have died) and how they’re such a big part of engaging with the show, even if so much of that is long in the past as well... as well as the feeling about the characters themselves as constantly restarting the process, as if by watching it again I’m winding them up again or something, rather than letting them rest... I feel far too involved in the narrative in some, strange way. 

never had that quite like this with anything, and you would’ve thought being raised on star trek and doctor who and tons of books written by authors who would go on to die as I harboured dreams of meeting them (sigh, I’m sure many of us have had that experience) I’d be less... idk. sensitive. to the past. but I’m really not. 

the older something is, the more it fundamentally changed something in the telling of stories, the more it feels very alive. can’t read myths without feeling like I’m talking to gods. but again, the difference is, these are all things I’ve known since I was a kid, so they were already in my bones. this is something I’m putting in there now and the process has me -- as I said right at the top of the post -- feeling at least one emotion

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You know you were never there as a father for me at all Dan is saying and you never did anything with me and you never taught me stuff you just had me around and he said I'm going to sting around your neck his dad was saying it too to him but he taught him tons of stuff what he was saying was you have to be more independent no he's saying the same thing because you were having to say it and he said I didn't stand up on my own and then stop him from harming you and his dad was very impressed and I see what he can do to you and you're ruined and soon you're gone cuz we're going after you bja is going after you and no you're going to shut up you little baby even your own people are going after you and you're devouring yourself everyone can see it and they're in the city is tearing you apart where the money is soon you won't exist and trying to go to Australia and no one's letting you take ships and they're going after yours because you're a big mouth no we want a place down there and want you out and we're going to make sure you're out and we're taking you out but there's big groups going after you as well the max are going after you informers and their group and that group devastates people and I've never seen someone with a big mouth like you Trump in my life you are the spoiled little runt you don't own those places anymore you gave them up and you're spoiled your little baby dan says

I checked too you are like all the hospitals now it's like 50% because his people are taking them over other people are now going after the hospitals and you're going to be finished cuz tons of your idiots just run in there like f***** I can't believe how stupid they are you supposed to be smart and your dumb as hell they're running in there saying no screaming stuff like little kids at the top of their lungs they're running into choppers like screaming stuff is going to stop them from shooting I've never seen so many people that are so dumb in my life you are pathetic person and I hate you cuz you keep harming us he doesn't think we getting driven over is funny and you're over there with Tommy f the one who's abusing you to death everyday putting in the the stupid matrix twice a day someone said that was him City shot him this morning and he shot him at night and he comes here and in the middle of the night his moaning all night long and you're waking me up and you're over there and he's telling you shut up no doesn't say anything to you cuz you're a piece of crap he told Stan a few things and Stan went on the warpath so he's sitting there with a stupid nail gun I'm going to report it too I don't want you here with a nail gun or any kind of gun you have charges and you're a felon by the way you're a foreigner you're not here legally she probably call ice and get you the hell out of here we hate you and this hospital s*** is huge this mental hospital s*** is huge with everyone they have to know that it's you who's doing it they're rating the hospitals and they're getting your confessions we almost bit the big one tonight it started happening and he said there's these idiots the trumpsters and their Trump clones not even the women and they have to check it and find that sometimes they're doing the work but they have no other work cuz you won't let him but boy there's a lot of bodies on those hospital grounds and you murdered a lot of people and it's on film tons of people have it and they're coming forward and saying it's you your goose is cooked you f** you had me right this book about Tommy f and you're sitting here twisting the s*** out of people in the hospital and they couldn't do their job this guy said these people are astonishing the way they couldn't figure out which one it was and BJ was going down doing the job then you'd run down there and you'd laugh and say you're fooling people so you found out there's a couple other industries you're in like banking and they're going after the banks and find you there you were in churches a lot and a lot of you got killed and you're into something else now and those two are the big ones and they're saying there's a few more like specialty doctors offices skin jobs eye doctors and you did months eyes and she got sick from it no but didn't help her and you did his dad's eyes and he wants you dead for the language in surgery landrigan surgery and anybody would you're such a fool you're the Chinese guy too we got something for you too you did a surgery on me you did on a lot of people you suck cuz you do things wrong now he deserves a lot of money from you and you're sitting here bothering him all day long to keep from paying I would keep from getting in jail for stuff you're doing he's very frustrated very angry he's using it against you and it's hurting all of us he said this one guy and one group you can't take care of that one guy and one group and it's been proven and tonight everyone will have the information

Dan