#lean belly juice does it work

[peachysunrize]

[ TANGERINE DREAMS ]

Summary: being stood up on his wedding day, Aemond’s life takes a turn for the worse. Heartbroken and humiliated, he finds unexpected help in Helaena’s childhood friend, who helps him move back into his family mansion. Summer cocktail parties and a long stay at the Targaryen residency, Aemond might let the girl who’s always been in his life make a home in his heart.

Tangerines, in general, symbolize prosperity, good luck and happiness. So if these delicious fruits appear in your dreams - whole or in the form of juice - it is usually very positive. A dream with tangerines expresses the desire and the possibility of progress and prosperity

Word count: 5.1k+

Warnings: tensionnnnnn, alcohol consumption (just wine) & fluff! English isn’t my first language <3

A/n: ‘m not gonna say anything more than just that ITS THE BEGINNING OF SOMETHING NEW!! Reblog & comments are most appreciated🍊🧡

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Chapter 3: The beginning of something new

He leans back on the chair, his book abandoned next to him on the desk as he carves a line on the wooden pallet, his glasses on the bridge of his nose, the sound of wood getting cut echoing in the old workshop.

He’s been here since early morning, all of his thoughts are consumed by you and your talk a few days ago. There’s still a part of him that is immensely guilty for how he treated you, especially after you told him about that Lannister boy. 

He is heard and understood, maybe not by someone he expected, but the sweetness and calmness in this revelation makes it more special. You’ve been in the background image of his life for so long, someone always present yet too far and out of reach. But now, you’ve turned into someone important, someone he can rely on and trust wholeheartedly. 

He sighs, letting the chisels fall from his hand on the table as he stretches his arms, groaning as he cracks his back and slowly lumps in the chair, glancing at Vhagar who does the same and slowly walks towards him, jumping on him to cuddle — the chair is so little to have them both sitting on it together, so Aemond has to hold Vhagar to his chest with a hand under her belly while she rests her head on his forearm as the other hand rubs slowly circle on her back.

Vhagar barks suddenly, jumping down to go near the door, alerting Aemond that someone is coming. He also stands up, grabs his abandoned book from the table, and walks towards Vhagar who is clawing at the door before he opens it and lets her out, locking the door workshop’s door behind him.

He follows her, watching as she bolts through the bushes and trees to reach whoever is approaching them. He hears your voice, melodically and softly when you start talking to Vhagar, giggling and letting her probably lick your face.

“Morning!” You say as soon as you spot him, strengthening your back before you stand up, holding two cups of coffee in your hands, “I couldn’t find you in the library, so I thought you’re probably taking a walk with your old lady.”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, “we had an early morning, and she gets restless and impatient when she doesn’t set foot outside.”

“Here’s your coffee, little nerd,” you hand him his cup, stepping closer to him until you’re only mere inches away from him, looking up at him through your lashes.

Aemond’s break is stuck in his throat as he looks down at you, he gulps when he sees you reach for his face, pushing his glasses up so he sees better. Your touch is warm against his skin, but your smile is warmer, more welcoming than anything he’s ever seen.

Get a grip, he thinks to himself as he thanks you quietly, clearing his throat before he wraps his long fingers around the hot mug. 

“Let’s take a walk, shall we?” He asks, glancing back at the workshop door quickly.

“What’s that?” You turn around and follow his gaze, pointing at the door hiding behind the trees.

“Oh, um, that…” he rubs the back of his neck nervously, “nothing, just an abandoned storeroom,” Aemond shrugs, the book in his hands falling to the ground as his palm grows clammy.

“Shit—“

“It’s okay, I’ve got it,” you crouch down to grab the book, smiling softly when you look up and find Aemond turning red with embarrassment, especially when you glance at the book in your hand, “No way.”

“Give me that, please—“ he tries to snatch it out of your hand, but you hold it behind your back, biting your lip to stop yourself from grinning, taking a sip from your coffee to hide your smile, “tell me why you are reading Maester Orwyle’s book of Philosophy!”

“To kill some time, now please—“ he sighs, gesturing to you to give him the book by his hand while the ghost of a smirk finds its way to his face, “Don’t be ridiculous and give me the book so we can both go back to the house.”

“Nope,” you take a step away from him and he matches your huge grin as he extends his hand again, “if you want it, you should come get it.”

“Come on,” Aemond groans, “I’m not the five-year-old kid who used to chase you around the house to steal one of your books!”

“I’m not saying you should chase me, but maybe say please a few more times then I’ll agree—no!” You squeal when he leans over and snatches the book out of your hands, his tall and lean frame making it impossible for you to hold it back anymore, “You’re no fun!”

“Someone has to be the adult of this friendship,” he says, securing the book under his arm as he walks ahead of you, turning around to look at you, pointing at the path in front of you with his head, “Come on.”

“Fine, fine!” You laugh, following him towards the path leading to the backyard and the Weirwood tree.

The sound of friendship left a bittersweet taste in his mouth, something he only felt when Alys would give him backhanded compliments, but he knows you, maybe even much better than he ever knew his ex-fiance, and with the talk you had a few days ago, he is left confused. Not by your actions no, but by your words; it is hard to find someone who’s had the same experience, especially with someone so understanding and willing to share them.

“Don’t sulk now, Little nerd,” you bump your shoulder to him, watching him take a long sip of his coffee, “tell me about the book, it mustn’t be the first time you’re reading it.”

“Of course not,” he sighs and continues, “he was a friend of my grandfather, no one knows what happened to their friendship after this book was written, but apparently all the answers are in this—“

“You can’t be reading this giant hard-to-swallow book just because you wanna know about your grandpa's failed friendship,” you wiggle your eyebrows at him, “come on, tell me the truth!”

“No,” he gives you a pointed look, “this is the truth.”

“Alright,” you smile at him, not wanting to pressure him if he truly doesn’t wish to explain it, walking side by side with him until the trees are behind you except the Weirwood tree that looks so beautiful under the morning sunlight.

“The coffee is perfect…” he hums in delight as he glances at you, holding the mug in one hand with his arm keeping the book rightly against his body while he puts his right hand on the small of your back, walking slowly to your right side to be able to look at you more comfortably.

“My goodness, Aemond, I’m so sorry I didn’t realize—“ you try to apologize but he cuts you off with a slow shake of his head.

“It’s okay, don’t fret about it,” he rubs circles on your waist as you walk towards the house, the sunshine casting a glow on your face, and he fights off a smile when he sees how your eyes shine, “how did you find out I like my coffee with three sugars?”

“You’re not too hard to read,” you chuckle a little leaning to his side as he keeps his palm secured on your waist, “I observe people, mostly my friends and I wanted to make sure you were alright after everything, so I kept a close eye on you. Turns out you have a horrible sweet tooth!”

“You haven’t seen the worst of it yet,” he teases you, finishing his coffee in a sip, “Hel and I used to bake together, a silly hobby she took when Viserys and Mum separated. It was only simple cakes and bread but you know me, I can’t settle for less than perfection.”

“So you started to get better and better.”

“Yeah, it turns out Hel & I would make an excellent team, many of the birthday cakes were on us,” he explains, handing you the book so you’d hold it for him so he can open the door for you when you reach the building, “if you’re lucky, you’ll get a special birthday cake from me one day.”

“Stop being so talented—oh, fuck—“ you yell in shock when Vhagar runs past the two of you, knocking to your legs, making you lose your grip on your coffee and having it spill on Aemond’s book.

“I’m so sorry, fuck, I should have finished it first…” your voice grows quieter as you open the drenched book, reading the first page’s note, “Is this…?”

“Yeah,” he nods, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully, “it’s yours.”

“No wonder I was looking for it when I got back home after another vacation spent here,” you laugh, tracing your finger over the blue note, “I caught you reading it in your old stable. Why would you go there to read?” It was full of horseshit, yet you seemed to like it.”

“Well, it was the only place no one seemed to want to spend any time there. Best place to read the book I stole from you,” he follows you inside the building to the kitchen to leave your cups there, “besides, you’d find me and discuss the book anyway, maybe I wanted you to find me.”

“You seem to enjoy that, don’t you? Me always finding you?” You ask him after you put the book on the kitchen island, turning around to look at him.

It seems like he has caged you with his body, he is standing close, probably closer than he should but not too much to deem it inappropriate for friends, and when you look up at him, he is sure the distance between the two of you has decreased considerably — physically and mentally.

“I like the idea,” he whispers, his good eye never leaving your face as you stare at each other before he clears his throat and pulls away a bit, giving you an awkward smile, “I think Hel and others are in the TV room.”

You nod hesitantly, moving past him towards the other room, leaving him alone in the kitchen. He sighs shakily, swallowing the lump in his throat before he decides to join you after he puts his cup away.

When he enters the room he finds you leaning on the back of the coach and Helaena is curled up on your side with Dreamfyre resting her head on Hel’s calves. His brothers are playing yet another round of Mortal Kombat — which he is sure Aegon insisted on. He looks around for Vhagar, and when he can’t find her, he assumes she must be in the library, taking her morning nap.

“Morning.”

“Hey, Aemy!” Aegon greets him, “We thought you were kidnapped when you didn’t join us for breakfast.” “Fuck off, I don’t have the patience to deal with you today,” Aemond grumbles, throwing his head back, and closing his eye before he is hit by a cushion, followed by a loud snort and soft giggles from you and Helaena, “What the fuck was the for?”

“You need to have patience! This is our summer, we will be annoying you until you give up this crappy attitude and enjoy your time with us here! Who knows when we’ll gather together like this again! You live here now with Daeron and Mum, I live in Oldtown, She,” Helaena points at you, “lives in Rosby, and Aegon… well he floats around the country.”

“I have a home, you little bitch—” “Doesn’t seem like it when you constantly show up at our places,” you say, earning a loud gasp from Aegon before he pouts and rolls his eyes at you, turning around towards Daeron with a glare when he laughs at him before he says ‘I’m gonna kick your ass’ and they start playing again.

“You know what we should do this week?” Helaena asks suddenly, sitting up with glee, “Aegon should throw one of his infamous parties! That way not only our dear brother will get better and forget about everything even for a few hours, but we get to have some fucking fun!”

“I thought you didn’t like parties,” Daeron pauses the game, turning around to give his sister a pointed look. Aemond does the same, but instead, he glances at you and finds you already looking at him, giving him a tight-lipped awkward smile before the two of you look away from each other and focus on Helaena.

“I do! But that doesn’t mean I loathe them, besides, Aegon’s parties are fun, they are not like Mum’s when we have to sit in awfully formal clothes, sipping on champagne like high-class ladies.”

“I hate to break it to you, babe, but you are a high-class lady,” you say, earning a nod from everyone in the room.

“That’s not my point,” she groans, chuckling when you side-eye her, “I just wanna have fun, and Aegon is fun—” “Did you hear that, pirate?” Aegon points at Aemond, laughing when he is met with a glare from his younger brother, “She thinks I’m fun, not you, me!”

“Don’t make her change her mind,” Aemond sighs, sneering at his older brother. “Aemond is fun, mind you,” you defend him, giving Aegon a pointed look which makes Daeron laugh out loud, “You are just too chaotic to  understand him.” “And you do?” Aegon scoffs, and Aemond senses something is going to happen, that his brother can’t simply keep his large mouth shut, “his fiance didn’t find him fun—” “Jeez, Aegon!” Daeron yells, face twisted in disbelief.

“What is your fucking problem?” you ask him, scoffing at Aegon’s scared look, “You are always mean to him.” “I am not!” “Shut the fuck up I’m talking,” Aemond looks at you, surprised by your outburst, “he needs your support more than ever, his face and his life are now all over the fucking internet! Have you considered how hurt he must be? Of course, you haven’t because you don’t think. He doesn’t need to be reminded of what happened constantly when he is trying his best to move on!”

“I—” Aegon can’t say anything as he looks at you like you have grown another head.

Aemond is as equally shocked as others, he fights off a huge smile as he watches you defend him, his lips parted in surprise, jaw on the floor while you talk and put Aegon in his place.

“Morning my loves,” Alicent comes to the rescue, looking around the room to find Helaena and Aemond looking at you with a pleased smile while Aegon shrinks under your gaze and Daeron nearly falls on the floor with how hard he’s laughing, “What’s going on here?” “I thought maybe I could throw a party!” Aegon speaks, avoiding your gaze as he looks at his mum, “A month has passed from summer and I have yet to throw one of my infamous spontaneous parties!” “Alright, but you know—” “I know, I know! In the guest wing, no drugs, no strippers—” “You brought strippers to your parties?” Aemond asks, giving Aegon a disapproving look who in return only smirks and wiggles his eyebrows at him.

“Did you forget your insanely cool bachelor party? Did you think I brought random girls to give you a lap dance—” “Okay enough!” Alicent laughs awkwardly, “There are better times to discuss these matters! I have more important things to tell you.” “Like what?” Daeron asks.

“New Gossip Girls season dropped?” Aegon looks at you shrugging when you snort at his question.

“Be serious for a fucking second please,” Aemond warns his brother before he looks at Alicent softly, “What’s wrong?” “Nothing, nothing! In fact, I kind of have a surprise for all of you. Not a huge surprise but I wanted to take you somewhere,” she explains, stroking her neck in nervousness.

“Where do you wanna take us, Mum? Hopefully nowhere near Father,” Hel says, making everyone sigh in relief when Alicent shakes his head.

“No, of course not!” she scoffs as if even the idea of seeing her ex-husband disgusted her — and it did — she continued, “Do you remember when I told you I had put the winery under a reconstruction? And specifically told you to not go there?”

“No?” Daeron answers, confused as he tries to remember when Alicent told them to not go there, “I doubt you did, Mum.”

“You have a winery?” you ask, a joyful smile comes on your face when Hel nods excitedly.

“Not just a winery but a vineyard!” “Oh, wow! I had no idea!” “Well, it’s your lucky day because now it’s useable again!” Alicent matches your enthusiasm, “Also, this is not just to show you the vineyard, but…” she looks at Aemond, “It’s Aemond’s birthday too!” “It’s not,” he replies, glancing at you quickly, “It’s in a few weeks.”

“Well it doesn’t matter because I am going to throw a party for you, and for that, we need to have a winetasting session and choose a few bottles for that occasion!”

“Mum, there is no need—” “Do shut up, asshole,” Aegon teases him, “what do you mean there is no need? Those are gonna be for your birthday, and also, I don’t have to drink in secret!” “I’m afraid I agree with Aegon,” Hel says, you and Daeron nod in encouragement, and Aemond has no choice but to also agree and surrounder, but it’ll be worth it, he thinks, because the way your eyes light up at the idea of visiting their vineyard makes his heart beat faster.

“Alright then” Alicent claps, shooing you all out of the TV room, “Wear something cool, I don’t want you to get sick under this god-awful heat.”

••••••••••

You and Hel put on your sundresses and you help her apply sunscreen on the back of her neck, covering her pale skin so she won’t burn under the awfully hot sun. The weather is exceptionally warm today and you regret agreeing to go to the vineyard without cars as soon as you step outside.

Aemond and Aegon are already there, smoking together as they wait for you and Hel to reach them. Aemond sends an endearing smile your way when he spots you, taking in the sight of you; you look beautiful, with your smile and the baby blue sundress you are wearing.

“Alright, ladies! Choose your gentleman— hey! At least let me finish,” Aegon whines when you loop your arm with Aemond, making a gagging sound when Aemond rests his palm on top of yours, “Ew, get a fucking room. Come on, Hel, we’re cooler than them.”

You chuckle when Aegon throws his arm around Helaena’s shoulders, taking the lead towards the vineyard not before he gives you a middle finger.

“Asshole,” you mutter, leaning your head on Aemond’s arm as you walk side by side, “since when did you guys have a vineyard? I’ve been Helaena’s friend for years and not once did she mention anything about it.”

“It was Viserys’ vineyard, everything belonged to him, but after Mum filed for divorce and the evidence she had against him, he gave it all away,” he explains, his thumb caressing your knuckles, “I’m glad though, Mum deserves this. I mean we weren’t in need of a huge house in King’s Landing, Old Town was enough for us anyway, but after what he put her through, she really deserved it.”

“Alicent is strong, I’m not sure if I could handle such a mind wrecking thing,” you sigh, squeezing his arm as you smile at the memories you wish to tell him, “I remember when your parents were getting divorced, Helaena would spend days with me at my Grandparents’ country house, she’d bring Dreamfyre too. It felt like an eternity when we were together.”

“Hel has that effect, time doesn’t pass with her,” He agrees, both of you waving when Helaena looks back and blows you a kiss, “I feel like that with you too, maybe because we have shared interests.”

“You’re lucky,” you reply softly, bumping your shoulder to his, “because I feel the same. Every talk we have had since we were kids till now is a core memory of mine. Yeah, Hel will always be my favorite, my best friend, but you are different from everyone I’ve met, you mean so much to me.”

“You’re a dear friend or at least a dear friend to my sister,” he laughs a little, “I remember those days though, it was just me and Daeron in this huge house. Aegon was somewhere probably fucking and drinking and doing drugs while I had to take care of Daeron. He was too young to understand anything.”

“I wish things were different…”

“I don’t,” you look at him, confused and intrigued, “Maybe my eye, yes, but… I’m glad he is no longer a part of our lives, I could care less if he drops dead tomorrow, I’m happy he is no longer here to pester us about Rhaenyra or anyone.”

As soon as you try to answer him, a huge truck goes past you at a fast pace, and in an instant, Aemond wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you to his side, keeping you close to his body as he steps between you and the road.

You pant, hands fisting the front of his shirt in terror as you try to regain your breathing. Aemond looks down at you, his fingers keeping you tightly against him as his other hand reaches to caress your cheek.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” you nod, resting your forehead on his chest as he embraces you, “Yeah, I think I am.”

“We’re here, come on,” he finds Aegon and Hel already waiting for you, and gestures for you to follow them inside, “are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, Little nerd, I’m fine,” you reach and squeeze his hand, holding it as you walk through the entrance of the winery, finding Alicent, Daeron, and Cole already there.

“We’ll start with the winery!” Alicent announces, walking ahead of everyone with Criston on her side, “I’ve asked Qoren Martell to send us a very professional wine taster from Dorne to help us choose, and… here he is!”

“A pleasure to finally meet you, Ms. Hightower,” the old man nods at Alicent, shaking her hand gracefully, “I’ve been told you produce different wines here.”

You let go of Aemond and meet Helaena midway as she takes your hand and walks with you behind her Mum and Cole, pointing at different parts of the winery. At first, you see the huge Grape-filled bowls getting crushed, the noises are loud but the fruits look so juicy and sweet.

“This is incredible!” You tell Hel as the group walks toward the next room, watching in awe how huge these oak barrels are. There are probably hundreds of them, with one glass under each so if someone wants to taste the wine straight from the barrels would have easy access.

Helaena pulls you to the next room, not just you but the Targaryen siblings are shocked as well.

“You genius,” Aegon calls his mother, “This is insane!” “I have to agree,” Aemond looks around with his hands in the pocket of his shorts as he walks toward you and Helaena, “Our previous wine cellar was so little it barely fit two people in it. This is…” “Gorgeous,” you finish his sentence and take a good look at the wine cellar; the room is rounded, the walls are curved and the temperature is low to keep the bottles cold. The shelves start from the ground to the ceiling, all of them filled to the brim with different wines in each specific section, 

“It’s amazing, right?” Alicent asks, looking at her handiwork excitedly.

“You’re amazing…” It came out as a really really hushed whisper, but you and Aemond heard it correctly, Cole did say that.

You press your lips to contain your laugh when your eyes meet Aemond’s, finding him shaking his head as he reaches to rub over the huge round dining table in the middle of the room, smoothing his palm over the surface of the wood.

“Shall we start?” Alicent asks, and when you all say yes, she tells the older man to bring the bottles one by one.

You take a seat with Hel and Aemond on your sides at the table, waiting for the old Dornish man to bring the bottles. You see two other men bring a few plates filled with different cheeses and bread rolls.

“When will we see the vineyard?” You ask the siblings, pouting when Aemond chuckles at you, “Hey! Not everyone grew up with tons of money.”

“I’m not making fun of you if that’s what you’re thinking,” he replies, reaching to play with the rim of his glass, his white shirt stretching against his biceps, “your eagerness is cute.”

“Oh, fuck off!” You hide your face in your hands, laughing when Hel reaches to stroke your back, “Fine, but you need to take me there as soon as we’re done here.”

“Whatever you want,” he says, and all of you watch as Cole and the old man bring four bottles; Cabernet Sauvignon, Dornish Red, Rosè, and Chardonnay.

“Bring it on, old man,” Aegon whistles, plopping down on the chair next to the head of the table, bowing his head dramatically when Alicent sits.

You start with the Dornish Red and observe all of the siblings closely; Helaena sips gently and takes a piece of cheese immediately, Daeron and Alicent go on the exact same pace while humming at the same time, Aegon chugs the entire liquid and doesn’t let interest even for a second but Aemond… well you have only seen this move in social media but to see his slim and elegant fingers wrapped around the thin glass as he first looks at the color of the wine then swirls the liquid around before taking a whiff of the smell and after that a sip that follows with a deep rumbling from his chest.

You look away as soon as you sense he might turn around and catch you red-handed, taking a long sip of your glass before coughing at the too-sour taste of it.

“Not your favorite, huh?” Hel asks, handing you a piece of bread.

“Absolutely not,” you clear your throat before shooting Aemond a glare when he chuckles at you, “What?”

“Nothing,” he shrugs, “Come on, let's taste the next one.”

The next one is the white wine, it tastes much better than the Dornish Red, less sour but the bitterness of it is intolerable — you are by no means new to drinking alcohol, but wine has always been a tricky drink for you. You go through the third bottle as well, but again, it doesn’t taste excellent, until Aemond opens the Rosè, his arm bulging as he pulls up the corkscrew, making a delicious sound of ‘pop’. 

“Here you go!” Alicent says as she brings a huge plate of lime and Tangerines to the table to cleanse your pallets before you have the next drink.

“How did you find Tangerines in the summer?” You ask excitedly, side eyeing Aemond as he pours the wine in your glasses before he sits down and grabs the Tangerine from you.

“Not easy to find, but you can trust Criston with these things,” she looks at Cole who’s standing in the door frame with a glass of Dornish Red. How typical.

“What are you doing?” You ask Aemond before you take a sip from your drink, humming in joy as you finally taste the most delicious Rosè you could have ever had.

“What does it look like? I’m peeling it for you,” he answers as if you have asked the most stupid question ever.

“Oh, okay, thank you,” you smile at him, completely dumbfounded by the amount of consideration he’s shown towards you today. You must look so bashful as you avert your eyes from him and stare into your glass, trying to stop the thoughts from flowing in your mind.

“Here,” he hands you the peeled Tangerine before he rises up from his seat and extends his hand to you, “come on, I promised you a tour and the vineyard looks so beautiful now.”

“Alright,” you put your hand in his, letting him pull you on your feet effortlessly, keeping you straight when you wobble a bit. You thank him shyly, reaching to grab your glass as well and leave the wine cellar. 

“Why did the previous cellar not have enough room for all of you?” You ask suddenly, eating a piece of the Tangerine and offering him one as he leads you towards the staircase that reaches the vineyard.

“It was Viserys’, not ours,” he shrugs, “besides, Daeron and I were underage, we couldn’t drink—“

“This is… beautiful,” you exclaim the moment you step on the grass-covered path, the rows of Grenache trees have made a breathtaking sight, “how can you visit here so little? This is out of this world!”

“I’m glad you like it here,” Aemond smiles softly at you, watching as you slowly walk through the path, finishing your fruit before you reach and take one of the leaves between your fingers, slowly caressing it before taking a sip of your wine.

“It’s so dreamy, why didn’t you hold your wedding here?” You facepalm yourself, giving him an apologetic smile, “Sorry…”

“Sometimes people just… forget, and I think that’s what I want too, but… the wound is still fresh, I think about her more than I should,” he steps next to you, one hand in his pocket while the other swirls the rose wine in his glass, “besides, this place is too beautiful to waste it on someone like Alys, yeah, I loved her but…I was blinded by her sweet words.”

“I know, it’ll take a little while to get there, you know. Sometimes you feel unworthy, so ugly and bruised by everything but… it’ll get better.”

“It will, this place helps a bit, and I’m sure Aegon’s massive parties will be very helpful as well,” he grins at you.

“Yeah? Well, it definitely feels like a new beginning, right?” You ask him, taking a step away from him, biting your lip while smiling, keeping your eyes on him as he scoffs, “Which one will you choose for your birthday party, sir?”

“Which one did you like?” He asks and takes a step forward, finishing his glass. He hears his Mum calling you to go for lunch, but before you go, you answer him.

“The Rosè.”

[teratosfavouritesnack]

Cat-hybrid boyfriend x reader - dub-con, cunnilingus, exhibitionism kink, overstimulation

Your cat-hybrid boyfriend has been patiently waiting for you to finish working at your computer for long interminable hours. He even stayed outside your room so to not distract you as you focused on the screen and discussed with your coworkers. He's been such a good boy, only meowing a couple times but getting shushed by your warning looks. He's not really known for being a good boy though and after so many hours (only three, although three to many for him), his patience has definitely reached its limit.

He doesn't care if you're on a video call right now, he doesn't let your pointed glares stop him anymore from entering your room, his long fluffy tail sinuously swaying side to side as he moves towards you, slipping under your desk and starting to purr against your legs. He smirks when he hears you apologizing to your coworkers for the loud noises they hear. "It's just my cat, don't mind it."

Don't mind it, huh? Let's see if you're able to 'not mind it' once he starts to nibble on your calves and pawing at your socks with his claws drawn. You try to kick him away but instead only spur him on, his yellow eyes narrowing and his claws playfully scratching your skin. He hears you curse under your breath and attempt to move away but he knows you're stuck there, you can't make a scene in front of your colleagues... He can't help but take advantage of that. You tortured him by making him wait for so long? It's only fair now if he tortures you back.

His clawed paws push your thighs apart and he settles between them, preventing you from squeezing them closed. A gasp escapes you, one you quickly muffle with your hand as you try to play it cool in front of the oblivious audience, but it gets harder to keep quiet as he gropes your panties-clad mound and leans his face in to purr against the thin fabric. He knows how much you love it, how much you enjoy feeling the vibrations moving from your pussy to your belly, making your whole body tingle in pleasure. He glances up at you from below the desk just to see your face flushing and your eyelashes flutter.

Maybe your coworkers can't see the signs, but he does, he knows you're getting aroused. He can feel it too against his nose, a wet spot forming in the middle of your panties. He can't help but lick it, taking pleasure in the way your thighs quiver under his paws. He's curious to see how much you're gonna take. How long you're going to last before you call it quits, shut the computer and focus solely on him. That's what he hopes you'll do... But he's baffled by your determination as you try to keep your cool even when he pulls your panties aside and slips his tongue inside your folds.

That's how you wanna play it? Very well.

His paws push on the soft flesh of your thighs spreading them even wider, causing your chair to creak as it gets pushed back a little from the force of his movements. Your wide eyes glance briefly down at him, a pleading look in your gaze... What are you pleading for? For him to pull you out of your misery and make you cum hard on his tongue? That he can do.

With his yellow eyes trained on you he starts to eat you out like a starved stray, licking and suckling and biting, leaving no spot untouched and letting no drop of your leaking juices get wasted. He's actually proud of how well you manage to keep your composure in front of the screen despite his feral ministrations. Perhaps he's going too easy on you? Or perhaps your coworkers don't really pay you any attention... Poor baby. But that doesn’t matter, does it? You've got his whole attention after all. And he's got yours as well.

Your thighs start to shake just as your fingers tangle in the fur on his head. You're so close, he can feel it, your gummy walls throb so hard around his tongue... That's why he stops. The shocked gasp that leaves your lips is so loud that everyone on the call stops to talk. A coworker asks you if you're alright and you tug at the fur on his head out of frustration as you muster the fakest smile he's seen grazing your face and answer, "sorry, my cat is so hungry that he's mistaken my leg for a piece of meat", followed by the stupidest giggle he's ever heard escaping your lips. However, apparently, that's enough for your dumb colleagues to laugh it all off.

He's grinning, oh he's grinning like the damned Cheshire cat as you excuse yourself, saying you'll be back in a minute after you feed him, and fumble with the mouse to shut off your webcam and your speakers.

Oh, feed him you will!

He buries his face back in your swollen cunt before you have time to take your hand off the mouse, a lewd moan falling from your lips, this time free to echo through your quiet room. He's got you back on the verge in no time, his furry arms wrapping around your thighs, pulling you flush against his face and almost making you fall ass first to the ground. You have to support yourself onto the edge of your desk, your body spasming violently and head rolling back as you cum on his tongue. He keeps on licking you through your orgasm, sucking every drop of your sweet juices until you're so overstimulated that you can't keep still for one second. He's chuckling at his point, yellow eyes crinkling in both amusement and adoration, his arms leaving your thighs to wrap around your waist, his tail curling around your ankle, while his head rests on your shivering mound.

Now he knows what to do the next time you ignore him for too long due to work. Maybe next time he'll make you cum right in front of your colleagues, to show them just how well-fed your cat is.

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Whimpers (Art Donaldson)

Description: Y/N gets turned on by the noises Art makes while playing Tennis.

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 1,432k

Author’s note: Currently working on a Hannibal request. Also does anybody know how I can start replying to comments under my posts? I’ve tried but it won’t let me and I’ve seen other people do it. Thank you!

Y/N watched intensely as Art and Patrick played. She wasn’t like Tashi when it came to Tennis. Tashi stared intensely for the game, Y/N stared intensely because of Art’s whimpers. They were hot and funny to her. Sure she knows that’s how tennis players are but Art’s sounded unique. Y/N has never said anything to him about his whimpers. They’ve been dating for a few years. At first it was all 4 of them together fooling around and they ended up getting together while Patrick and Tashi got together for a while but they didn’t work out. Y/N and Art were different; they were special. “Y/N?” She broke out of the trance she was in and looked over at her best friend. “Are you ready to go?” She asked. “Yeah sure.” She kissed Art goodbye as she and Tashi walked away. 

“Did you ever get turned on by Patrick’s whimpers during Tennis?” Y/N asked Tashi. Tashi gave her a weird look, “What?” Y/N sighed. “I know it sounds weird but when Art whimpers I-” “Oh my god you think it’s hot?” Tashi asked in surprise. Y/N felt her face go red from embarrassment. “Hey don’t be embarrassed, it's just funny.” Y/N looked at her and shook her head. “It’s ridiculous really.” Tashi laughed at her words and shook her head, “It’s not but have you told him?” “Hell no he’d probably break up with me.” Tashi laughed even harder, “He loves you. He isn’t breaking up with you.” “How do I even tell him?” Tashi shrugged, “Hey when you whimper during Tennis it’s hot and I want you to take me on the court.” They both laugh. “Girl, just tell him.” 

Y/N sat in her and Art’s shared bedroom with her ipad on her lap. She watched a few of Art’s matches and listened to his grunts and whimpers as he hit the ball. She got wetter by the second listening to him. She slid her hand in her PJ pants over her now wet panties and softly rubbed her clit letting out a soft moan. She closed her eyes as she listened to her man’s noises as he played. Her finger rubbed faster as her moans got more frequent. Her hips started moving up to meet the speed of her fingers.

She wished that Art was here and rubbing her instead. As his whimpers and grunts got more intense her orgasm got closer and closer. “Babe?” Y/N’s eyes snapped open and her fingers stopped. Art stood there by the bed with a red face. Y/N opened her mouth to say something but Art beat her to it, “Were you getting off to me playing Tennis?” He asked. Now Y/N’s face was red. “I mean kinda.” She confessed. He crawled onto the bed and laid next to her looking at her. “Kinda?” He asked, taking the hand that had been down her pants.

She watched as he put the two fingers in his mouth.She gasped as he licked her fingers clean of her juices that soaked her panties. “What does kinda mean?” He asked her. “I uh I like your whimpers and grunts as you play.” She confessed. He hummed and moved to kiss her neck. “So when I play your panties get wet?” He asked. She nodded as his lips moved down her neck. “That’s so hot.” He groans as he pulls her loose fitting shirt down to expose her hardened nipples. He leaned down and licked one of them.

She threw her head back as he wrapped his lips around her nipple. “Art please.” She moans as he wettens her nipple. He moved down to her belly. “Take the shirt off.” He told her. She does and throws it somewhere in the room. He goes back to kiss down her body until he reaches the spot she needs him most. He nuzzles his nose in her clothed pussy. “Art.” She moaned and gripped his hair. He pulled away and pulled her PJ bottoms down revealing her wet panties. “Holy shit.” He says with a smile.

Her pink panties had a huge dark wet spot on them. He ran his fingers up the spot making her whimper. He chuckled and pulled them down revealing her wet pussy. “Art as much as I want this I want to hear you. Let me please you.” She begged. “You will but let me hear you first. Your whimpers are much sexier than mine.” He tells her and dives into her pussy. She moans loudly as he doesn’t give her a second to breathe. Her hands gripped his hair as his tongue licked her clit. She moans his name as his lips wrap around her tiny clit and suck.

He takes his fingers and swirls around her dripping wet hole. “Art please.” She whimpers. He hums against her causing vibrations. One of his fingers penetrates her hole causing her to whine as she feels his finger inside of her. He adds another and starts pumping as he eats her out. She feels dizzy as she lays her head back enjoying Art’s fingers and mouth. It wasn’t long before her high was near. “Art fuck I’m close.” She whined. He pulled away and winked. She glared at him as he took off his shirt. “So what was that about you wanting to make me whimper?” He asked.

She laughed and pulled him on top of her kissing his lips for the first time that night. His lips tasted like her pussy but she didn’t mind. She flipped them around so she was on top. His shorts still on him but his hard dick was as visible as it could get. She pulled down his shorts and his boxers gasping as his hard dick sprung up and was leaking pre cum. She smirked at him and got in between his legs laying on her stomach. Her hand wrapped around him causing him to gasp. “Fuck.” He groaned out as she jerked him off.

She wasn’t going fast, teasing him as she liked to hear him whine. “Faster baby.” He begged. Her eyes not leaving his face as it shows how deep in pleasure he is. Her hand speeds up but not by much. She was waiting for those whimpers and grunts that turned her into a puddle almost every time she heard them. “Art baby stop holding back those pretty noises.” She tells him. Her hand finally sped up a lot more and those pretty noises started falling from his lips. Art has never been the quiet type in bed but he still held back. But right now at this very moment he didn’t.

Y/N replaced her hand with her mouth. “Fuck.” He whimpered feeling her wet mouth around him, giving him the best head he’s ever had. He was big enough to hit the back of her throat. She held back the gagging just to hear him. He sounded so sweet and sexy. He’s never been this loud before and she was enjoying just as much as him. “Fuck Y/N I’m gonna cum.” He whined. She stopped and sat up smirking at him. He opened his eyes and glared at her as if he didn���t just edge her before. She crawled back up so she was straddling him and grabbed his hard dick again.

He watched as she lined him up with her pussy and slid onto him without ease. They had a pretty good sex life but tonight was the best it’s ever been. She placed her hands on his chest and slowly moved her hips. He whined and she wasn’t sure if it was from the feeling or the fact that she was teasing him. It was still hot though.

As she moved her hips she realized that she was also teasing herself. She had been close too. Her eyes closed as her hips picked up speed. His hands grabbed her hips and squeezed them hard causing her to moan. His eyes remained on her as they both let out the dirtiest noises.

Art couldn’t stop grunting and whimpering at the feeling. He was getting so close again and by the way Y/N was clenching around him she was close too. “Fuck Art I’m close.” She moaned out. “Me too.” He whined as her hips lost their rhythm. Her moans got louder and louder until she came hard with a scream of Art’s name. He whined loudly as he came right after her. She looked down at him, “Your whimpers are way hotter than mine.” She said and leaned down to kiss him. .

[freelancearsonist]

salt, shot, lime

➔ Dieter Bravo x afab!Reader

➔ 2.3k words

➔ You meet your celebrity crush in a bar; he turns out to be a lot more fun than you expected.

➔ Rated MA for protected p in v, public sex acts/public nudity (they fuck in a bar y’all), body shots/alcohol consumption, pet names (baby, honey, sweetheart) // reader has female anatomy (afab - no pronouns used), wears a bra, is generally able-bodied but is otherwise a blank slate.

“Go on. Don’t be shy.”

Your fingers work slowly at the buttons of your blouse, so readily and eagerly baring yourself to this man who–for all intents and purposes–is a complete stranger.

He’s familiar, though; to you, not the other way around. Dieter Bravo lives very publicly, after all. You follow him on Instagram and Twitter; you see bits and pieces of his life throughout yours. When he approached you at the bar, he had no clue who you were. But you knew him.

And now he’s eyeing you over the rims of his sepia-lensed sunglasses, ringed fingers idly tracing the rim of the empty shot glass that sits on the counter next to him. He looks at you like he wants to know you, and that’s exactly why you’re in this position.

This is crazy. This shouldn’t be happening at all. But he’s hot, and he’s interested in you. And you’re not nearly drunk enough to not understand the risks and consequences associated.

You can see the gulp that traces down his throat as you set your shirt on the counter and it gives you the willpower you need to keep from crossing your arms over your chest to cover yourself. Dieter fucking Bravo is effected just from this simple view of you in your cute yet simple bra, and it’s the headiest confidence boost you’ve ever received.

“You’re so pretty, baby.” His voice is breathless, lips parted in awe. “Fuck.”

The bartender clearing his throat and setting down a tray next to Dieter’s right hand is enough to snap the actor out of his dazed reverie. Dieter clears his throat and wrenches his eyes away from your half-naked torso, scanning the contents of the tray before humming his satisfaction.

“Ready, honey?” He asks, and you hum your approval as you lean back over the bar.

This is the first time you’ve done this, and you don’t think Dieter follows standard protocol. Or maybe he does—it’s not like you would really know, this isn’t your typical Saturday night activity—but there’s hardly anything that can be called standard about the way his wet tongue laves quickly and wetly over your sternum to give the salt something to stick to. Just that little bit of contact is enough to make you squirm, and it takes every out of restraint you possess to sit still for him as he pours the shot into the dip of your belly button.

It’s messy and sticky and not very comfortable, especially when you position the lime between your lips, but you’ve never been so turned on in your life.

He gives you a look—dark and pleading—and you take a deep, aroused breath as you nod your consent.

Again, his tongue is between your breasts, but this time it’s languid. He takes his time and flattens the length of the muscle against your skin to collect every last grain of salt.

Then he purses his lips and slurps the tequila from your belly button—but really, all you can focus on in the moment is the weight of his hand resting dangerously high on your thigh under the guise of steadying himself. His fingertips are so close yet so achingly far from where you’re wettest, and the smirk on his face says he knows it.

Finally, after a moment that seems to last at least three years, he moves up your body and bites into the lime waiting between your lips.

With him this close you can smell the heady, woodsy scent of his cologne, and it only serves to turn you on further as he sucks the juice from the tart fruit.

The way he takes the lime from you with his teeth and spits it out on the countertop should be a crime but you really can’t be fucked about it because suddenly he’s kissing you. You could isolate all three flavors on his tongue if you cared to, but you don’t in the slightest. All you can really focus on is those hands as they slide up your sides and come to rest at the base of your skull, thumbs swiping simultaneously over your cheeks to anchor you while he licks deeper into your mouth.

The cocky bastard actually smirks against your lips when you moan. The sound is soft but it only serves to motivate him; he shoves his tongue deep into your mouth like he’s trying to lick your molars as your hands wind around his neck to tug him closer to you.

And then, just as suddenly as he started kissing you, he pulls away.

“Your turn, sweetheart.” There’s just a faint little smirk to his lips, but it’s enough to make you want to smack him. It’s also enough to make you want to suck him so deep into your throat that he never fully recovers.

And fuck, you really want to tell him fuck it and ask if he wants to get out of here, but you also want to give him a taste of his own medicine.

You nod to the bartender, who sets down another shot for you. And then you nod to Dieter’s chest, and he starts tugging his baggy shirt over his head without a word.

He’s pretty. You’ve always admired his physique, sure, but it’s even better in person. There’s an unkempt quality to the smattering of hair on his lower stomach, and the soft curve of his belly has you eager to get your hands on him.

You haven’t even gotten your shot yet, but you’re hoping and praying that he’ll want to drag you into the bathroom to have his way with you after this.

He leans back and lets you prep him–smiling slightly at how careful and neat you are about laying the salt and pouring the shot. There’s a tender reverence in your touch that makes his heart pound in a way it hasn’t in years.

“You good?” You ask, looking into his dark eyes when he takes off his sunglasses, neatly folds them, and sets them on the bar.

You watch his throat bob around a thick swallow, and then he nods; and you can’t help the sick satisfaction you feel over how breathless he already is. Too easy.

You make a point of dragging your nails over his treasure trail, under the guise of steadying yourself, as you lick the salt from his firm chest. You spend a little more time there than strictly necessary; but you want to get him clean, after all. And if your tongue trails off course to drag over a taut nipple–

“Oh, fuck!” His voice is muffled from the lime wedge perched between his lips; he’s so sensitive that his hips actually jolt at your ministration, but your hand on his lower belly steadies him to assure his shot isn’t wasted. “Baby that’s not fair–”

His protest is breathy and trails off into a useless little whine when you move down to suck the tequila from his belly button. You can actually see the way his cock springs to life under his trousers in your peripheral vision, and you think you deserve an award. A big world cup-style trophy, with an inscription that reads “I made Dieter Bravo hard just from licking his fucking belly button”.

He spits the lime out before you even get a chance to taste it, but that’s okay because you’d rather taste him anyway.

His grip is firm as he cups your face in his big, meaty hands and pulls your lips to his. There’s a desperation to this kiss–a frantic meeting of lips and tongue and teeth as he tries to pull you closer to him than it’s physically possible to be. And you let him, let him take everything you so desperately want in return as you feel the scratch of his beard against your chin and the firm grip of his hands guiding the angle of your head.

“W-we should… take this somewhere more private,” you pant when you finally muster the courage to pull back for air.

He shakes his head, and you feel a twist of disappointment in your gut. But then he looks over your shoulder; you hear a deep, guttural voice–and before you know it, the entire bar is empty. Not a soul in sight, not even the bartender

“This private enough for you, honey?”

You nod dumbly, still kind of starstruck over such a powerful display of the way the entire world dances to Dieter Bravo’s tune.

He pulls you in for another deep kiss, this time backing you up into the bar counter. You can feel the insistent press of his arousal against your hip like this, and it makes you moan needily into his open mouth.

“Wanna fuck you,” he murmurs into his mouth, rolling his hips against you in a way that makes you moan again. “Please baby, lemme fuck you.”

“Fuck me,” you murmur back with a nod.

You’re definitely not normally the type that would strip down completely in the middle of a bar to fuck some man you just met, but there’s something about him that has you disregarding all common decency to toss aside your bra and wiggle out of your jeans so he can see every inch of your exposed skin.

It’s all worth it for the pleased moan he makes when he takes you in with his eyes, hungrily eating up miles and miles of flesh that he wants to touch and kiss and appreciate. But there’s not enough time, not here; so he lifts you up sideways onto the bar like you’re weightless and then presses you to lay down flat against the counter top, completely ignoring the sticky glass-sweat rings that press little cold patches into your flesh.

You get a good view of him as he loses the rest of his clothes, flinging them to the corners of the room with a ferocity that makes you giggle. The sound brings a smile to his face, too; and then he jumps up onto the sturdy bar counter with you, spreading your legs with eager hands so he can slot his hips between yours as he continues to kiss you.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he grumbles as he shamelessly ruts his hard cock against your wetness–his voice is so deep it’s almost gravelly. And then he produces a little foil packet from seemingly thin air and winks at you like a hammy cartoon character. “Safety first.”

He’s so silly it’s sexy, and he laughs with you as he presses his lips back to yours. He fumbles a little bit as he tries to roll the condom onto his impressive length while simultaneously kissing you, so you reach down with steady hands to help him; he whimpers at the way you take his girth into your hands and so easily sheathe him.

“M’not gonna last long,” he whispers as he lines up with your entrance, and you’re surprised he can’t actually feel the way it makes your cunt sob with arousal.

“That’s okay,” you reassure, one hand coming to tug firmly at the curls that compose the nape of his neck. “Just make it good.”

He nods, gently bites at your lower lip, and then he thrusts into you smoothly all the way to the hilt.

There’s a bit of a stretch to accommodate him and it makes you moan; the feeling of your tight heat sends a physical shudder down his spine.

“Oh, fuck–” he scoots his knees up further towards your ass, shoving himself as deep as he can get while simultaneously trying to let you adjust to his sudden intrusion. “Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so good–”

You feel the slight scrape of his thick curls against your clit, and it yanks a desperate little moan from your lips. “Move, Dieter, fuck me–”

He’s nothing if not obedient. The first needy little thrust is hard enough to jolt your entire body–he scoops a hand under your head to soften the blow, and then he starts moving with reckless abandon.

It’s hot, it’s sweaty, it’s desperate. He thrusts hard and deep into your soaked core, mouthing uselessly at your mouth and jaw, whimpering with each rut of his hips. He watches your face when he can actually keep his eyes open and finds the exact spot that makes you writhe and squirm underneath him, angling his hips to hit it with relentless accuracy.

He looks pussydrunk, it’s the only way to describe the expression created by his glassy eyes and his parted lips. He nuzzles his face in between your tits and looks up at you like you created the moon and the stars, like you’re something to revere. You’re scared that if he keeps looking at you like that, you’re going to fall in love with him.

“I’m close, Dieter…” you warn, the hand that's not clutching desperately at his messy hair reaching down to put your favorite kind of pressure on your clit.

He tilts his head down and watches to the best of his ability, making mental note of exactly how you like to be worked over–storing that information away for next time. He so desperately wants there to be a next time.

He feels it a second before you do and angles his hips just right to hit that toe-curlingly pleasurable spot right as you come. It sends you sky high, the way he pounds mercilessly into you while the pleasure ebbs and flows over you.

He comes hardly a minute later, grunting and whining and cursing under his breath as his balls draw up and he empties himself into the condom, shoved as deep inside you as he can physically get.

There’s a long, heavy moment of silence as you both pant and try to come down from the clouds. He scatters little feather-light kisses over your sweat-slicked chest, and then he looks up at you with those big brown puppy eyes you’re starting to adore.

“You wanna grab dinner?” He’s so earnest in asking, like he’s not balls-deep in your cunt right now.

It’s so ass-backwards that you can’t help the laughter that bubbles up your throat, but you don’t consider any other answer than, “Yeah, sure.”

It’s worth it just to see the smile that lights up his face. “Amazing.”

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[smuttyazrael]

Can you maybe do a smut where sirius is fucking female reader in his padfoot form while readers brother james is hilding her open and licker her up and maybe also fucking her while sirius fucks james as padfoot or in human form? Only if your comfortable

Loving Jamie

Word count: 885

Summary: James's sister loves her brother James. James wants to share that with Sirius.

Warnings: Sexual intercourse, fingering, beastiality (sorta, I don't really classify it as personally because its still a human with human thoughts even if he turns into a dog.) anal, oral, threesome, incest.

"Jamie!" You yell getting home from hanging out with your friends. Both of you are home from Hogwarts. Mom and dad are at work. Last you saw Sirius was over as well.

You run up the stairs calling his name. Your short black skirt bouncing as you go. Your tits are bouncing around your red crop top.

"In here, Y/N" you hear your brother James yells from what sounds like his room. You walk to his room and walk in. You see him sitting on his bed reading and a black dog lying on the bed napping.

"Jamie! How was your day?" You squeal bouncing on to his bed waking the dog. "Sorry puppy." You pet the dog beside you.

"It was calm. Sirius and I planned some pranks for back at Hogwarts then we talked about when Remus and Peter get here. Remus will be coming for the full moon. So you need to be good." James tells you.

"I will be. I hope Remus will be okay for the full moon." You say with a frown on your face.

"He will be, princess." James replies while getting up.

"Where you going?" You ask concerned.

"Gotta pee." James turns to tell you as he's walking out the door.

Slowly the dog starts nudging you. You can feel its cold nose press against your belly. You laugh rolling onto your back. He walks aroud the bed sniffing you will you giggling at the snorts and sniffle noises he is making.

He reaches your pussy and bats his nose against you clit. You moan. "Puppy. Silly puppy." You say patting his head thats in between your legs.

The dog shoves his nose into your pussy. You let out a gasp. The dog starts licking your pussy and this causes his nose to rub your clit. You grab on to the sheets moaning loudly.

"Puppy. You can't do that." You gasp out between moans. The dog just keeps licking and you get slick with your juice. The dog licks faster rubbing your clit faster causing you to moan louder.

"Getting your pussy licked, Princess." You hear James say. "Does it feel good?" He comes and whispers in your ear. He pulls your top above your tits and rolls your nipples in between his fingers.

"Yeah, Jamie. It feels so good." You moan out. "I'm gonna cum, puppy!" You yell out your pussy tightening over air. You feel empty as you cum squirting your juice for the puppy to lick up.

The puppy licks it up happily. James leans over kissing you. "Jamie, I need more." You beg him as he pulls away.

"You want more. Greedy little princess." James says pulling away.

He pulls his pants off. His hard cock hiting his abs with a thwack. He pushes himself in between the puppy and you. He rubs his cock around your pussy gathering you slick. He then thrusts into you. You and him both groan out. The puppy behind James. He groans out.

"Lick my balls." He says. You give him a confused look as he thrusts into you. "Puppy is licking my ass."

He suddenly moans out and you see the puppy above James's shoulders. You look down and see James's cock thrusting in and out of you and puppy's cock thrusting in and out of James. You moan. All of a sudden you see Sirius on top of James. You jump in shock. James moans as he sinks deeper into your cunt.

"Fuck James. You feel amazing." Sirius says thrusting in and out of James. "Play with her clit."

James reaches down flicking your little bean and sucking on your tit. Your nipple rolling between his teeth. He switches sides. Causing you to clamp down on him cumming hard with a scream. He yells out cumming deep into you coating your walls in his cum. Sirius groan cumming with him, into James's hole.

Sirius and James roll off of you. James pulling out of you. You whimper missing the feeling. "You want Sirius's cock baby girl?" James asks panting beside you looking into your eyes. You nod.

Sirius climbs over James and flips you over. He lifts your butt so it is in the air and thrusts into you in one hard thrust with his wet cock. He pounds you into the mattress. Your tits bouncing with every thrust. Your clawing the mattress moaning like an animal. He reaches down and rubs your clit. You feel the coil in your belly tighten. Your moans become a higher pitch. Sirius just smirks at James. You cum clamping down on him milking him as he cums. He groans and pulls out after. He rolls off of you into the spot James just vacated.

"How was that princess?" Sirius asks you while panting still.

"Thank you Siri." You say cuddling up to his chest. Not having anymore energy. He wraps his arms around you.

"Lets all get some sleep we need it." James tells you all.

You just nod against Sirius's chest. Closing your eyes and falling asleep almost instantly with Sirius's and James's cum dripping out of your pussy. Sirius rolls you two over so he is spooning you. He plays with your tits as you sleep, helping him calm down enough to fall asleep as well.

[sukuna-darling]

sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʙᴀʙʏ ᴍᴀᴍᴀ

reading time ⥂ 6 minutes / 1.7k

prompt ⥂ Honeymoon night the only thing on his mind is making you a mommy.

tags ⥂ 𝐦𝐝𝐢, PwP, established relationship - married, breeding intentions pregnancy, non-curse!sukuna, making out, daddy/mommy, fingering, size kink because they are tall/muscular men that greatly over power you, satoru got excited and got ahead of himself, pregnancy sex (Satoru’s only), lactation, begging, praise, spitting his your’s and his cum into your mouth, overstimulation, squirting, dacryphilia, man handling, cock warming

all works

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Slipping his tongue past your lips, muffling your moan. Whilst rubbing his throbbing cock head along your wet slit. His tip catches on your hole. Rolling his hips, pushing himself deeper whilst your pussy struggles to let him.

Digging your nails into his shoulders whilst he breaks the kiss. Toji asks, “Daddy’s cock is too big for his sweet girl huh?” Replacing his cock with two of his fingers, stroking that sweet stop whilst rubbing circles into your clit.

Softly groaning, “Mmm daddy’s fingers feel so good!” Gently trailing kisses along your neck. Moaning whilst tilting your head to the side, exposing more of your neck.

Toji bares his teeth, which he slowly sinks deeper into your sensitive skin. Dragging your nails over his broad shoulders and down his chest.

Biting down on his shoulder whilst he grunts. Clamping his jaw down harder. Stopping when he draws blood and you let out a pained cry. Letting go of his shoulder whilst he smirks against your neck.

Pulling away, “At least it won’t fade away so easily. Fuck the way you sound when you cry like that. Maybe I should bite you harder, more often.” He softly kisses around it, his soft lips pressing around the burning bite.

Toji ask, “What if Daddy makes you his baby mama tonight? Sure we could go sightseeing or we could spend the next two days filling you up till I'm sure you’re a milf.” Stroking the sweet spot inside of you.

Your pussy clenches around Toji’s fingers, whining, “Fill me full of your thick cum, Daddy. You can use a plug to make sure nothing drips out.” Feeling small whilst his large muscular body looms over you. With his large hand next to your head, holding him up.

Toji groans, “You’re going to look so hot with your tits swelling, and your belly getting rounder. I can’t wait to watch you waddle. You’ll need me to hold your belly bump.” Rubbing his palm on your clit, making soft squelching sounds. Whilst he smears around your cum, soaking your pussy.

Begging Toji, “Daddddy! Please let me have your cock again. I can handle it.” Toji slips his fingers out, smearing your pussy juices along his cock. Whilst lining himself up, parting your soft lips with his hard cock head.

The wet slick sounds of him smearing your juices up and down your slit. His cock head rubs your clit, where he lingers rutting his hips, watching your parted lips rub along the length of him. Whilst your puffy head moves, peers out from underneath his head.

𝑺𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒏𝒂

Straddling his hips, resting with your head on his chest, and one arm looped around his neck. You trace random shapes on his skin. Whilst he slowly strokes your back, which throbs from the various spots Sukuna bite.

Rubbing soothing circles on your asscheek which one of his handprints burning still. with his fingers splay out. His thick finger tips brushing your wet pussy lips.

Sukuna asks, “How does my cock feel? As it grows inside you, getting harder from your soft cum filled pussy warming it up?” Clenching Sukuna's thickening cock, as he gets hard for the second time tonight.

Groaning to you, “Feel likes you want more cum from the way you're squeezing me.” Grabbing your other cheek, lifting you up. The soft ache of his cock rubbing the inside of your sore pussy makes you whimper,

“My pussy is so sore! Nng!” Twisting your fingers into his soft pink hair. Sukuna holds you there until you lean back to look up at his tattooed face.

Pleading with Sukuna, “Please move. I’m so empty. I want your babies, Sukuna. Please let me make you a daddy!” Slamming your hips down, watching your eyes roll back whilst your jaw slackens. Capturing your lips with his, rubbing your tongue and groaning into your mouth. Whilst he grinds his hips, trying to push his cum deeper into your pussy.

Your legs are too weak to resist the way he guides your hips. Leaving you at the full mercy of every thrust as he lifts his hips to meet yours. And when he grinds his hips, rubbing your sensitive clit, the pleasure boarders on painfully.

Fresh tears roll down your mascara covered cheeks, turning the kiss salty. Whilst Sukuna pulls away with a smirk, cooing, “Your poor little pussy is so sore, you're crying from just this? Yet you want more of Daddy’s fat cock?” Letting go of your hips, the thrusting of his hips bouncing on his lap.

Begging Sukuna, “I want Daddy to fill me up till my pussy can’t hold anymore.” The title you’ve never called Sukuna before rolls off your tongue so easily. Whilst he lays you down on your back, grabbing your thighs and pushing your legs back.

Growling, “Don’t worry little girl, Daddy is going to ruin your pussy. Stuff it full n' make sure your soft belly is round with my cum before it is my babies.” His balls loudly smack your ass whilst Sukuna fucks his cock into you. Each thrust coming harder as he wraps his hand around your throat to pin you down.

𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖

Sitting with several pillows stuffed behind your back and underneath your ass. Since your rounding belly is already making it difficult for you to lie on your back.

Satoru ask, “Since I got ahead of myself, that means I can call you Mommy in bed right? You can take care of Daddy’s aching cock with your hot pussy.” Gasping whilst he nudges your pussy open with his fat nip. Rolling his hips and savoring the feeling of the tight ring of your pussy stretching for him. Whilst he counties to ramble,

“Mommy your pussy is so much warmer, tighter. I have to take my time getting used to her every time.” Rubbing your soft breasts with his large hands, your puffy nipples peaking out between his fingers.

Satoru is obsessed with the way your milk seeps out, trickles down his head. And if he wasn’t too tall for it, he would dip his head down to suck on your tits whilst slowly fucking his cock into you.

The sight of your still smaller body underneath him with your fattening breasts and rounding belly hiding the sight of your pussy. Whilst the crease of your hip is bigger now that you’ve put on baby weight. And the stretch marks on your fattening thighs have his cock throbbing.

All of it made him feel so prideful and big.

Looking up at him while purring, “Toru need to feel your thick hot cum fill me up. I want you to stuff me full. I’m addicted to feeling your cock throb when cum spurts out your tip.” Slowly pushing himself deeper, the curve of his cock causing his tip to push against your sweet spot.

“That’s why I couldn’t wait till our honeymoon. I had to fill you up when you beg me like that. I love having you be so needy for me and crying so easily. You’ve become so much squishier and easier to tease.” Lifting his milk soaked hand to his mouth, licking some of it off his fingers.

Telling Satoru, “I’m always this needy for you, it’s just so much harder to hide it. I was always worried about annoying you since I know you're busy. But I miss you every single moment, my goofy Daddy who makes me laugh before making my cheeks clap.” His cock jerks upwards inside of you.

Satoru stares into your eyes whilst he smiles and chuckles, “I love how much more you ass claps back now that I’ve made you thicker.” His short white pubic area rubs your clit with each slow roll and grind of his hips. Making your toes curl whilst cups your breasts again. Which he loosely squeezes to watch more milk trickle out.

𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖

Swirling your tongue around his two of his fingers. Whilst he slowly pumps them past your lips. “Princess, you pushed some of my cum out when you squirted on my cock.” Suguru dips his head between your legs, licking up the mix of his and your cum.

Sticking his tongue deep in you and curling it, pulling some more into his mouth. Whilst your jerk your hips away, running from his tongue. Whilst you sob, “Pleasedaddypleaseplease!”

Suguru pulls away from your pussy, and he sits up, hovering over your face. Whilst he forces your mouth open, spitting the mix of cum into your mouth. Watching you gag on it as it trickles down your throat and you fight your natural urge until he says,

“Swallow.” Closing your mouth, swallowing and opening your mouth again. Whilst he coos,

“Good mommy, making daddy so proud of you for taking my cum and fat cock. You want some more?” Taking his fingers out of your mouth.

Telling Suguru, “I don’t think I can cum anymore. But I want to make you feel good daddy, want to let you breed your pussy however you want until your balls are aching.” The way his eyes narrow as he licks his lips makes you feel like a meal about to be devoured by a beast.

All night, his appetite since seeing you in your wedding dress has been insatiable. Your words adding fuel to the flames. Whilst Suguru asks, “When I prove you wrong I’m punishing, wedding night or no, don’t lie to me about what my I can make my pussy do. I’ll force her to cum as many times as I want in till I cum in you for the third time tonight.”

Grabbing your hips, flipping you over and pulling your ass up in the air. Suguru grabs a handful of your hair, pulling your head back. Whilst he lines himself up, pushing past your lips, your pussy taking him to the hilt easily.

Crying, “You’ve bruised the back of my pussy, how does it still feel good? Nngg I can’t think of anything else but your cock.” Reaching back with a trembling hand. Which he grabs as he lets go of your hair, holding onto your other wrist.

“Stay still and I’ll fuck her sweetly. Make sure that you feel my cock head rubbing every bruised inch of your pussy. And tomorrow, when you're bedridden all day, I’ll spoil you for being such a good mommy for Daddy tonight."

Suguru groans, "Taking so much from me, and crying till your voice is about to give out. I love seeing you trembling, whilst your pussy drips my thick cum down your soft thighs.” Slowly sliding his cock out, watching the bottom ridge of his head peek out past your lips. Gently rolling his hips forward.

[pearlwithgirl]

Lamplight, Headlight, Moonlight.

Simon Riley x f!reader

Filthy smut - 1479 words

The second of many tender musings ("tender" works because of all the biting and flesh talk <3)

TW: Bites, scratches, and bruises; animalistic fucking; breeding; use of "bitch" (not in Simon's dialogue)

It started off as most of your trysts did. Habitual, comfortable, but not monotonous or passionless - oh no, quite the opposite. 

Simon sinks his teeth into you, suckling at smooth skin and adorning you with yet another set of glowing crescents. Low and dulcet, he moans into the meat of your thigh, a fleshy dessert after gorging himself on your sweet cunt for what felt like an eternity. 

He’d left you hanging on a precipice, dangling in the blinding glow of orgasmic bliss like a little flashing crystal hanging on a line in the bright sun. 

Like prey. Routine. 

You’re still puffy and sensitive, trickling juices that he pauses to lap up between mouthfuls of hide. Your body’s split-second reaction is to jolt and tense up at the feeling. To recoil, because it hurts, doesn’t it? 

You want to pull back, to scramble away at the deep sting, but you don’t. You love this. You accept it greedily, because he knows just what you need. You curl your hands into his ashen waves and yank him in for another sharp bite, as if he could get any closer - because it hurts so fucking good.

Simon creeps up over your belly and past your breasts until he reaches your tender neck to suck blossoming bruises into your skin, laving his tongue over your thrumming pulse. 

He nocks the blunt head of his cock against your twitching entrance, meeting your gaze and waiting for a sign. You can feel him throbbing already, leaking precum onto your hole. You nod almost desperately, and he slides home in one smooth stroke, bathed in blissful rapture.

He breathes out a delicate moan, a sweet zephyr in a register that nobody else gets to bear witness to. They don’t see this soft expression, eyes half-lidded, long-healed pink lines streaking across his flushed cheeks. He’s painted with a cherubic blush and his bottom lip is drawn between pearly teeth, plush and pink. 

It’s almost funny. Everybody outside this room gets something so brash, cold stares and no-nonsense orders, barked-out laughs and grumbled praises for those who are among his inner circle. 

Not you. You get the mild side, the pretty pout that looks nearly angelic in the soft lamplight behind him. It truly resembles a halo, incandescent luminescence shining over pale locks and radiating around his crown as he languidly drags his cock over that gummy spot on your front wall. 

You have to giggle at the juxtaposition of it all. A tremor that causes the change in atmosphere, nudges the falling domino that spills the sable wax and seals your fate. That little amused huff that made your chest quake - barely perceivable to most, but then again, Simon isn’t just any animal, is he? 

He leans back onto his haunches and cocks his head at you. 

“Something funny, doll?” 

It falls off his dusky lips with a tinge of affectionate snark, probing, curious.

You don’t answer. 

‘Nothing wrong, I just think you’re sweet.’ Is what lies on the tip of your tongue, but nothing comes out. 

You just remain zeroed-in on that panting mouth, eyes creeping lower over his heaving chest, his glistening abdomen, those slim hips that taper down to where his thighs flex and bulge…

Your wandering gaze flits back up when he prompts you once more. You’re frozen, lashes fluttering as you blink slowly at him, eyes wide like a deer in headlights.

“Your mind wandering?” He drawls out, the corner of his mouth creeping up into a sly smirk. “Is this not enough for you tonight? D’you need more from me?” 

“How could it possibly get any better?” You quip back in a plucky tone, mirroring his smirk and flashing a teasing glint with those glassy doe eyes. 

The air is sucked out of the room, a tangible shift, that halo obscured by a darker miasma of lust and insatiable hunger. You should have known better than to provoke a beast like him. You’ve challenged an apex predator.

The smirk drops momentarily. Cogs turn in his mind - it comes back as a grin peeling across his face. Your juices and his saliva catch the light filtering through the rosy bulbs strung up around your bed posts, tinted red all around his mouth, dripping from that ravenous maw. He licks his lips, leveling you with a carnal leer. You clench around him and that broad smile beams even wider. 

He leans in close enough for you to feel the perfumed puffs of breath along the shell of your ear. His tone is hushed, but it’s dripping with lust-soaked venom. 

He brushes his fingertips along your thighs and and hooks his hands under your knees, pressing your legs far back and priming your pussy to be filled to the brim by his heavy cock and heavier thrusts.

 “As you wish, pet.” He murmurs, the phrase rumbling through you like the warning growl of a starved lynx.

The very next moment, he’s buried to the hilt, setting a punishing pace, looking right through you to your gooey centre with wild, frenzied eyes.

He plunges over and over into the searing heat of your cunt, dragging you closer to the edge once again with every minute that ticks by.

You’ve offered yourself up like some sacrificial lamb, bared your delicate throat to this great beast of a man, and you couldn’t be happier. 

You’re not a lamb at all - you weren’t asking him some throwaway question. Deep down somewhere, right beside your warm, beating heart - you knew it was a provocation, didn’t you? 

You fucking minx. 

You’re a lesser predator yourself, yet here you are yowling like a beautiful little bitch in heat. Just like you wanted. Just like he knew you needed.

He’s just a man and the moon is nothing but a razor-thin sliver slicing through the sky, but when he tilts his head back, slinking closer and closer to his release, you think he might let out a howl. Your pale blonde beast, snarling in the soft, creamy light of the paper lantern hanging from your rafters. 

You tip your own head back and the gentle hand cradling your skull tightens its grip. He licks into your mouth, exchanging feverish kisses and hot breaths. He’s panting, littering dirty phrases between your punched out gasps and squeaks that punctuate every unrelenting thrust into your soft, warm cunt.

You catch a masochistic glint in his eyes as you scratch long stripes into his back and nearly pierce him through with a sharp gaze that screams, begs - ‘Breed me. PLEASE.’

A reedy whine tears its way out of your throat as you clamp down around him, lofted up into the sweltering air to mingle with the harsh grunts rumbling their way out of his chest.He won’t be far behind you, his rhythm growing stuttered and syncopated. 

There are a million disjointed thoughts swimming in your soupy mind, but you’re far too lust-addled and fucked-out to string them together. You’d like to be eloquent, to tell him what a good boy he is for blessing you with his impending orgasm and painting your walls creamy white, but that’s utterly impossible right now. All you can let out are broken babbles and whimpered chants of his name, but these are just as enticing and poetic to his finely tuned ears. 

You nearly lose yourself in the blinding pleasure of these heavy thrusts as he gets ready to fuck you full, but he doesn’t let you. He’s got you by the scruff, and he doesn’t even need to say anything - you know well enough by now what that look means.

'Look. At. Me.'

So you do. You lock eyes with him as his face twists with pleasure and his hips meet yours in a chorus of wet smacks. His sharp gaze softens as he falls prey to his pleasure and careens off the edge, knocking his forehead against yours. 

He lets your thighs drop back down after pumping you full of every last drop he has to offer, and as routine dictates, his wolfish grin goes all soft and gooey just as fast as it appeared. He drops the woozy smile to lean in for a sloppy kiss and collapses on top of you, bracketing you in and placing his weight onto his elbows.

“S’that “better”, sweetheart?” He asks, voice muffled against your dewy skin. 

“It was perfect. It’s always perfect.” You respond, cum-drunk and hazy.

He huffs a laugh into your neck, redistributing his weight until he can fully relax his burning muscles without crushing you. He’s draped over you, still breathing heavily and quickly approaching a deep sleep. 

You let him rest for a bit, stroking his back as he peppers feather-light kisses across your chest.

You’ve tamed him once more, gazing at the waxing crescent while a shameless smirk graces your lips.

Little minx.

[smegsyy]

Don’t want to fight pt. 2

kenji and you are not a perfect couple. you find yourself arguing with him sometimes. but every time he makes sure to make up to you.

and he really does ;)

general info: pt.2 of my previous work click here

established relationship, making up, +18, nsfw, praise kink?, protected sex

a/n: first time writing smut BYEEE, so sorry for any mistakes 😵‍💫

word count: 1,2 k

after your conversation, you went to make yourself some tea, it always calmed you down after stressful situations. he disappeared somewhere in the house, leaving nothing but silence. you didn’t pry into it and calmly started sipping the tea. after few minutes he suddenly came back looking at you intensely

“yes?” you asked not understanding his facial expression. kenji didn’t reply, too busy admiring your face. he grabbed your hand and caressed it gently. “babe..” he whispered in your ear making you feel shivers down your spine. “come with me” he added squeezing your palm. “but my tea…” you replied looking at your cup. “tea can wait” he spoke in a husky tone

he didn’t have to wait for long, you followed him to your bedroom feeling the excitement stirring in your belly. you both entered the bedroom, the lights suddenly turned red, your bed covered in rose petals. you smirked knowing his intentions. you turned around to face your boyfriend and he immediately pulled you into a warm embrace, his arms wrapping around you securely. he tilted your chin up, looking into your eyes with a tender expression. kenji put his hand on your delicate cheek and closed the small gap between you, your lips meeting his in a passionate kiss

he held you close, your hearts synchronizing the rythm. you melted into the kiss, burying your hands in his hair. he sighed in contentment, his hands gripping your waist. he couldn’t get enough of you. the taste of your lips, the feeling of your body against his. it all felt heavenly. he slowly broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against yours, looking at you with desire. “let me take care of you”

your breath hitched, feeling the thick atmosphere. you looked at him and blushed, your cheeks turning red. he chuckled and leaned his head down close to your ear, his hot breath hitting your skin. ”i want to make up to my favorite lady” kenji whispered, his voice low and seductive. you whined feeling impatience growing in you. “do it please” you said quietly, your head spinning from desire. “as you wish my love” he said as he slowly started to nip and kiss your neck, his hands slowly creeping under your shirt, his fingers gently rubbing your bare skin against his

you moaned feeling his hand exploring your body. after few more touches he grabbed your hand and led you to bed. you sat on the soft material and he immediately laid you down on it , his body pinning you down as he laid on top of you. he started to cover your neck and face in a shower of kisses, his lips attacking your skin needly. “god you are so beautiful darling” he growled and started taking off your shirt. you whimpered loving the way he was touching you. he smirked as he heard your little whimpers, loving how needy you had become. he started slowly kissing along your bare chest, taking all his clothes in the meantime

he went further, wanting to take your panties off your pretty hips. he immediately noticed the stain on your pants. kenji slowly looked up into your eyes, a smirk on his face as a low growl escaped his lips. he kissed your covered pussy, already tasting your juices that were left on the panties. “already wet for me darling?” he chuckled slowing rubbing your wet cunt with his slim fingers. you moaned loudly, his touch giving you so many sensations. he decided not to tease you more and took off your soaked underwear

he looked at naked body, sweat already covering it. for him you looked like a masterpiece, a goddess who had to be worshipped. “so pretty just for me baby” he murmured and wasted no time, putting the condom on his veiny, pulsing cock. you whined begging him to enter your needy pussy and he couldn’t take it anymore. kenji loved how needy you were being and the way you kept whimpering, begging for his cock. it was really driving him crazy. “i know… i know… i’ll do it, princess…” ken spoke to you in a low and slightly commanding voice

after few thrust of his skillful fingers and mind blowing tongue movements he finally slid his hard member into your stretched pussy. you responded to his moves, sighing and stuttering out filthy noises. those sounds and little moans you were making, he was addicted to it. kenji wanted to hear more of it. his body pushed against yours, moving and slowly thrusting his cock in you. ken’s hands roamed over your hips, he couldn’t get enough of your body, completely in awe of your godly shapes. “babe… you feel so good…” he groaned feeling the tightness and perfectly wet walls of your cunt

kenji leaned down and began to kiss your neck, his lips leaving wet kisses along the skin, looking up from time to time to look and your flushed face. “yeah, you like this darling?” he whispered in your ear thrusting more intensely. you nodded screaming as his dick reached your sensitive spot. he chuckled hearing that you did enjoy his moves. he couldn’t hold back and started pounding into you, moaning and giving you praises. “taking me so well princess, your pussy loves it right?”

you clenched around him hearing his words, his hands gripped your hips tighter knowing you were close. “yeah baby, come on, come on” he repeated lost in pleasure. “ken ken ken” you repeated his name like a mantra, your pussy pulsating and releasing juices on the bed. after few thrusts you finally reached your orgasm, scratching his back with your nails. ken let out a powerful moan as you came, the sound of you saying his name in that way was too much for him, it brought him over the edge and right after you. with a final hard thrust in your cunt, he finished as well, saying your name

your heavy breaths filled the room, you both feeling your bodies sweaty and sticky with your fluids. ken’s body was trembling slightly, he could feel his heartbeat racing as he pulled out and lay on the bed next to you. he took a moment to catch his breath before he spoke again: “i love you my darling” his voice coming out breathless but filled with adoration. you kissed him quickly and said the words back, still dazed, breathing heavily. kenji closed his eyes for a moment, feeling your soft lips on his as you kissed him, and he returned the kiss happily. after few seconds he pulled back from the kiss slightly, but still kept his forehead pressed against yours. “hope you’re not angry with me now” he spoke in a soft, almost dreamy voice. you giggled nuzzling your face against his collarbone. “no baby i’m not angry” you replied smiling. he smiled as well and after few minutes he got up from the bed, went to the bathroom next to the bedroom and started pouring water into a big bathtub. you grinned and knew everything would be okay, as long as you had him.

FIN <3

❤️‍🔥💋❤️‍🔥💋❤️‍🔥💋❤️‍🔥💋❤️‍🔥💋❤️‍🔥💋❤️‍🔥💋

[polaroidpascal]

valentine's day || frankie morales

AO3 || MASTERLIST

pairing : frankie morales x f!reader

summary : you and frankie’s anniversary just happens to be on valentine’s day. even though you have to work today, frankie makes sure everything is set up to go perfectly when you come home.

tags : M-18+, no use of y/n, lots and lots of kissing, frankie is sickeningly sweet and gives you princess treatment, reader wears lingerie, oral (f!receiving), unprotected p in v sex (practice safe!!), multiple orgasms, praise kink, nicknames (so many nicknames…), lots of talking, coming together, creampie, little bit of sweet aftercare

WC: 6k (idk what happened to me…)

a/n : this is only briefly proofread so apologies for any errors or things that sound a little silly !! happy valentine’s day everyone 🫶

Your alarm wakes him up before it wakes you. The sound of the unoffending yet still dreadful beeping softly fills your consciousness but is quickly shut off. You hear some motion from the bathroom, still mostly asleep, and mere minutes later are greeted by sweet kisses to your neck and cheek, a hefty hand tracing your soft figure.

You slowly stir awake, kisses being oh so gently peppered across your face as you stretch to get your blood flowing again. You relax, open your eyes, and see Frankie, still sleepy-eyed but looking down sweetly at you.

“Good morning,” you say with as much of a smile as you can while still waking up.

“Good morning,” he says, matching your sleepy grin. “Happy anniversary, mi amor.” He leans down to kiss you. You melt into his soft lips, so soft that you think you might still be dreaming. 

“Happy anniversary,” you say when he finally breaks away.

You and Frankie’s anniversary just happens to fall on Valentine’s Day, and you insist every year that he doesn’t need to do much, if anything, for you, but he does not take “no” for an answer. After the third year, you gave up your effort realizing that he was going to spoil you one way or another. You also gave up on finding any gifts for him (at his request -- nay, his command, basically) because, Your smile is enough, amor. And these hips, too, he’d flirt. 

“Five years, huh?” you ask him, pure affection sparkling in both of your eyes.

“Why, are you sick of me already?” he jokes, eyebrows raised worriedly.

You laugh and shake your head, stretching some more with your arms reaching up to the ceiling. “Ugh, it should be a crime that I have to work today,” you say, arms crashing back down on the bed.

“I know, love.” he chuckles, gently rubbing your belly and kissing your forehead. “But hey, we still have all evening to celebrate,” he says playfully, smirking and nudging you a bit. You breathe a laugh, sitting up and getting your bearings before making your way to the bathroom to get ready.

Frankie gets up, too, making his way to the kitchen instead to make you breakfast before you start your day. He’s surprisingly quite the cook, and he knows you love it when he makes french toast. No one can make it like you do, Frank, you tell him. But this time, he uses a cookie cutter to make little hearts for you, frying them up perfectly as he does, and serving them all pretty for you.

You emerge from the hallway, hair barely halfway dry from a quick shower. It’ll look fine when I pull it up, you think as you towel dry it as best you can. You already smell the sweet cinnamon filling the air and know he’s treating you today. As you enter the kitchen, he’s turned away at the stove, still in his t-shirt and boxers, crew socks adorning his feet and hair still messy from sleep. You watch him cook up a serving for himself and see your plate neatly set on the table for you already, complete with a glass of apple juice (he knows that’s your favorite, too) and the best strawberries in the container he had bought. When you look down, you see the heart shaped toast and smile, a warmth filling your entire chest.

“Little hearts?” you say endearingly and he turns over his shoulder to smile at you before resuming his cooking. He finishes plating his helping, not bothering to make it even half as pretty as yours, and you sit down to eat together.

“Mmm,” you hum as you take a bite, “How do you make them better and better every time?”

“A chef never reveals his recipes,” he says, taking a bite as well. “So, I was thinking maybe we can go get dinner at that Italian place you like? I’ll bring you to work and come pick you up later, too. What do you think, princess?”

“Yeah, that sounds nice,” you say, smiling back at him before meeting his gaze again. “Wait, what about my clothes? I’d have to come back and get ready.”

“Well, what if we got you something new? Consider it my present to you.”

“Frankie, you already do so much, I don’t need new clothes too--”

“Ahhh, ah, ah,” he cuts you off, waving one hand back and forth. “No querida, none of that. I’m taking you to get something pretty.”

You cock your head to the side and smile as if to say, That’s really sweet of you. “Thank you, baby,” you say as you take another bite of your breakfast. When you finish, Frankie cleans up his and your plates, planting a kiss to the top of your head as he walks by. He tosses them into the sink to clean later as you gather your things and head to the car.

“Bye, love,” Frankie calls as you get out of the car. “Have a good day,” he says, a smile adorning his face.

“See you later,” you say and blow him a kiss. He catches it and holds it to his heart before he drives away. 

On his way home, he stops at a florist stand and sees that they’ve put out some new signs. One reads, “The Language of Flowers” next to another reading, “Build a bouquet!” Frankie studies the chart reading what each flower is supposed to mean, carefully picking out an arrangement that says exactly what he wants to say. He grabs a positively beautiful assortment of pink, white, yellow, and red flowers making sure to place them in the most appealing way before grabbing a container of rose petals, taking everything to check out, and heading to the next store.

Immediately upon entry into the apothecary a few doors down, he’s overwhelmed with smells and candles and soaps and lotions -- and he has no idea what to even look for. 

“D’ya need some help?” a low voice calls from the counter.

Frankie looks up and chuckles, “Yeah, actually, that would be nice.”

“What are you lookin’ for?” the man asks, looking down at the bouquet in his hand . “I’m assuming something for your lady, hm?”

“Yeah, I don’t know exactly what I’m looking for, really, but I wanted to surprise her. It’s actually our anniversary too and I want to make it special,” he says, blushing just a little.

“Well,” the man starts, “we’ve got a bunch of candles over here, small ones, big ones, anything you might want. And we’ve got some soaps and bath bombs over here. My wife, Tess, makes them all.”

Frankie smiles at that and asks, “And you help her sell?”

“Yeah, figure it’s the least I could do considering she makes it all. But anyway, if you need anything else, just holler.”

“Thank you so much,” he says before looking around the shop, taking inventory on all of the things he could buy. After smelling some candles and finding what he knows are your favorites, he finally decides what he wants and grabs everything he’ll need for later, checking out again and heading to the car to go back home.

Frankie lays his bags of goodies on the table and immediately gets to work around the house, starting with the dishes from this morning. He dries his hands and retrieves your laundry from the dryer to fold for you. Mid-folding, he pulls out a piece of cloth that he’s never seen before. He knows your clothes well (folding aside, countless times taking them off of you will do that) and he’s never seen this fabric before. As he unfurls the delicate garment, his jaw completely drops.

He holds up an intoxicatingly small and thin piece of lingerie, one he’s never seen before and his belly fills with heat. This has to be brand new, he thinks. She was gonna surprise me, huh? His jeans grow tight at the thought, unable to keep the fog from rolling in on his brain. He carefully lays it to the side for later and begins a futile attempt to push it out of his brain so he can finish the rest of this damned laundry.

Your phone dings at about 3:00.

Hey, baby. Let me know when you get off and I’ll be on my way. Love you ❤️

You smile and text back, I’ll be off in 30. Boss felt nice today 😊

Almost immediately, Frankie replies, I’ll be waiting, princess.

You blush and finish up your work as quickly as you can so you can touch up your makeup before Frankie picks you up. Just like he said, he’s waiting for you at the front of the parking lot ready to take you shopping. He’s absolutely beaming when he sees you approach, leaning over to kiss you tenderly when you hop into the passenger seat.

He pulls away asking, “Ready to go find something cute?”

“If you insist, loverboy,” you say with a smirk. He chuckles and shakes his head, pulling the car out of the lot and starting for the boutique you love.

You spend a while browsing the racks, accumulating an armful of dresses and one-pieces that catch your eye. Before you know it, your arm looks like it might as well be a rack itself with how much it's holding. “Here,” Frankie says, moving to grab the clothes, “let me take it, love.” You decide not to protest, but you finally make your way to a fitting room so he doesn’t have to carry any more.

It’s like your own little fashion show. With every outfit, you walk out of the curtains to your waiting boyfriend who looks absolutely dazed with everything you walk out in. But one particular dress has him sitting up a little different when you emerge.

“Oh, wow…” he mutters to himself, just barely loud enough for you to hear. You’re wearing a cute, short floral dress, a spring-y type, that isn’t even that fancy, really. But it's the way it hugs your figure perfectly, accentuating and complimenting every asset of your body that has Frankie all but salivating at the sight of you. You do a little spin for him, eyes coming to his face after the turn and seeing them almost glossed over.

“Do you like it?” you ask innocently.

He forces his eyes to meet yours and nods softly. “Yeah. Okay. I don’t need to see any more, that’s the one, hermosa,” he says as he stands up and walks towards you.

You laugh at his urgency and move to gather your things. Frankie pays and grabs everything but your purse from you as you make your way back to the car.

You get to dinner fairly early, parking the car at around 5:30. Frankie rushes out to open your door for you like the gentleman he is before taking you in his arm to walk into the restaurant. You sit at a beautiful little table decorated with a small fresh flower and a tealight candle, silverware and plates neatly set out already. Surprisingly, the restaurant is emptier than you thought it’d be.

“Love, how did you even get a reservation here?” you ask. “Don’t restaurants book up like months in advance for Valentine’s Day? We only decided to come this morning.”

Frankie laughs to himself for a moment before he confesses, “I did book this months in advance, I just didn’t tell you.” You reach over and lightly smack his hand and he laughs. He really did think of everything.

The rest of dinner goes wonderfully. You order your favorite dish and it’s cooked perfectly. Frankie gets a bottle of wine for the table, you joke and laugh, he steals a kiss or two of your hand… everything is just truly perfect.

You leave the restaurant and decide to take a walk down to a little ice cream shop, open a bit later just for today. You each get a scoop and walk along a lakeside through a park nearby, Frankie’s arm draped around your waist, the other holding a mini ice cream cone, while you eat from your little cup.

“Thank you, Frankie,” you say, looking up briefly at his face. He looks down and smiles sweetly back at you. “Everything was so nice. Even though I had to work.”

He squeezes you a little tighter and kisses your forehead. You walk a little further before he jokes, “Well, I wasn’t gonna sit around and twiddle my thumbs all day, was I?” You chuckle and lean into him some more. “You ready to go back home, mi amor?”

“Yeah, I’m ready. The bed is calling to me. If you listen real close, you might be able to hear it too.”

“Okay, okay,” he laughs and you head back to the car.

Frankie’s hand is glued to your thigh the entire drive, just sitting there wanting to feel the warmth of your soft thighs peeking beneath the hem of your new dress, the one he already loves so much. His eyes are glued to the road, but yours are glued to him, watching as he rests one hand on the top of the wheel, checks his mirrors routinely, and relaxes into the motions of driving. 

A warm puddle grows in your belly at the beautiful sight of him, spreading from right where he was rubbing you this morning as you woke up. You look down to your thigh and grab his hand. He glances over for a second and tries to responsibly divide his focus on the road and your hand guiding his slowly further and further up your leg, brushing the middle of your panties and spreading the slick gathering there to dampen them even more.

You hear him grunt softly under his breath at the feeling and the soft whimper that leaves your mouth, feeling his thick fingers brushing your clothed core.

“Amor, please… we’re almost home,” he begs. You whine as you roll your hips a little into his hand at him and he grunts again, trying to stifle it as best as he can.

“Since you planned everything, I'm sure you planned to fuck me too, hm?” you tease and fight the urge to plunge his fingers into your underwear and have him finger you right here, right now.

“Baby… you have no idea,” he teases as he starts to rub you over your underwear. You whine and lean back into the seat, your hips following the movement of his hand.

He takes his hand away as you pull into the driveway, getting out again to open your door for you. This time, he leans down and kisses you deeply, tongue knocking at your lips waiting to be welcomed inside your mouth. He grabs your hand to lead you inside, walking a little too fast and excitedly for you to keep up.

“Frankie, hang on a second--” you say, stumbling in your heels to keep up. He slightly fumbles with his keys for just a moment, playing it off well trying to hide his excitement. When he opens the door, you almost go weak as you gasp, hand up to your mouth taking in all that you see. “Oh, Frankie…” 

Candles. Everywhere. Little ones sitting on the tables and lining the hallway, a small walkway of them leading directly to your bedroom. In between them, a sparse trail of rose petals acts like a bright neon sign saying “this way to the bedroom!” 

He hugs you from behind, kissing your neck when he asks, “Do you like it?”

“Like it? Frankie this is too much, you really didn’t have to do all of this…”

“I had Pope stop by when we left the ice cream shop to light them all,” he says softly in your ear. “Go inside, I have one more thing to give you,” he says, pushing you slightly in the door. “Well, two things really, but only one that’s not at the end of this yellow brick road paved for you.” 

He takes your hand guiding you to the kitchen where you see a beautiful bouquet of flowers dressing the table. You can tell he made it because of the seemingly random selection making up the bouquet. “Did you make this, baby?”

“I did,” he says, hugging behind you once again. “That flower shop in town had it set up. They had this cool chart, too. Apparently different flowers mean different things.”

“Oh?” you ask, looking around at him.

“Yeah. I took a picture of it so I wouldn’t forget.” He pulls out his phone for reference. “Look here,” he points, “this tulip right here is for love, of course. This one here is an apple blossom. It says it means ‘I prefer you before all.’”

You feel tears well up in your eyes as he continues, “This one, the lily, is for pure love. And the honeysuckle is for devoted affection--”

You turn around in one smooth motion and kiss him fervently, pressing yourself impossibly close to his lips, unable to control yourself as the love ignites like wildfire in your chest. His hands come up to your cheeks to hold you steady as he kisses you back, deeply and passionately. “And that last red one there, the fuschia…” he mumbles as he finally pulls you away and smiles. “That one means ‘I like your taste.’”

You kiss him again, legs already moving to your bedroom and you pull away, the two of you chasing each other down the hall like a couple of teenagers home alone for the first time.You follow the tealights and rose petals to your room, the door slightly ajar. And when you open it, there’s even more rose petals than before scattered across the floor and sprinkled on the bed. You see something folded at the edge, stepping closer only to stop in shock. “Oh my god... you did the laundry...?”

“I sure did, amor. Hey, this might be crazy but I found this thing in your batch that I’ve never seen before…” he teases, the smile on his mouth audible. You reach to pick it up and turn to face him. He looks back, smile fading and arms crossing when he says, “Are you cheating on me?”

You laugh and throw it at him. “You’re so stupid, Frankie!” 

He laughs back and tosses it back to you. “Go on, amor, go put it on. I’ve been thinking about it all day, I wanna see it.”

You scurry over to the bathroom, garment in hand, to change. You slip it on -- it fits perfectly -- and fix your hair a little in the mirror. You can’t help but let out a giddy giggle before you turn to the door again.

When you come back into the bedroom, Frankie is already stripped down to his boxers, sitting at the edge of the bed. He looks up at you and you swear you can see his cock jump from where you’re standing. He nearly falls back onto the bed when you walk out, muttering something that you can’t quite make out. He beckons you over to him, his hands immediately connecting to your hips and tracing your figure. “Amor… mírate…” he purrs, his voice low and lustful.

You let his hands wander over your body, barely clothed by the lacy white lingerie adorning your body. He cups your boobs over the delicate fabric, the buds growing under his touch and a chill running down your spine. 

“Frankie…” you moan, becoming putty in his palms.

He gently commands, “Lay on the bed for me. I need to taste you.”

You obey, switching positions with him as he stands and you crawl towards the head of the bed. You lounge there, knees spread as he crawls between your legs. His fiery touch like fireworks against your soft skin. He rubs the outsides of your thighs planting kisses leading up towards your middle, already soaking your brand new outfit. 

He sees the wet spot there and kisses your core over the cloth, desperate to taste you. You moan at the softness, “Please, Frankie…”

He slowly… very, very slowly drags your panties off, reveling in the way you shiver when your wet heat meets the cold air of the room. “Good god…” he whispers, seeing the way you glisten in the dim light of the room. “So fucking wet…”

“Mhm…” you whimper, desperate to feel any part of him finally touch you.

Fighting every urge to dive straight in, he kisses the crease where your legs and hips meet… the lowest part of your belly right above your pussy… and each lip as you chase his mouth, desperately seeking him where you want him most.

He looks up at you, eyes completely black from lust, “Gonna let me treat you like a princess, hm? Be so good for me?”

You bite your lip at how hot he looks, inches from your middle and hair ever so slightly messy from taking off his clothes, waiting for you to answer him before he dives in. “Yes, so good for you, baby… need you so bad,” you whine and nod.

He keeps his eyes trained on yours as he lowers down, tongue sticking out as he licks a devastatingly slow and warm stripe up your center, drinking in all of you waiting for him. You throw your head back, eyes rolling as you moan and squirm under him. He starts slow, savoring every jolt and shiver and roll of your hips while his tongue dances in your folds.

“Yes, Frankie… feels so fucking good…” you cry. Your body subconsciously chases him, your thighs gently clamping his head as you grind on his tongue. Every rut up against his face makes him press into you harder and his tongue laps up every drop of you. 

You gain the strength to look down at him again and he looks like he’s drowning, face completely buried within you, eyes closed and enjoying every second that he’s trapped between your legs. The sight of his hips gently and mindlessly driving himself into the mattress sends a flood of wetness through you and you flutter beneath his tongue. He feels it and moans against you, the vibration immediately sending another wave down there.

He pulls off for a short breath, “Fuck yes, baby… Such a good girl…”

You whimper at his praise and he gradually picks up speed, switching between broad, flattened strokes up your heat and focusing on your clit. His tongue draws pointed circles there and it sends electricity through your veins. You whine and writhe and moan as he eats you like a man starved, drinks you like he’s been stuck in a desert and you’re his oasis.

He moves down a little, focusing his mouth at your entrance. His nose is nestles perfectly against your clit as his tongue darts out into you, fucking you gently and moving his face side to side. “Oh my god, Frankie… yes, just like that…”

“Tastes so sweet, hermosa… fuck, you’re so gorgeous…” he moans into you. He feels you coming more and more undone on his mouth as you fight a losing battle to stay still underneath him. His arms are wrapped around your thighs, keeping you spread open but still letting you squeeze his face tight. He feels you get closer and closer but he slowly pulls off. You whine in protest looking at him with the most pitiful doe eyes he’s ever seen.

“Flip over,” he gently orders and you obey, turning and switching your weight to your knees and forearms. He grabs your waist and pulls you a little closer before his mouth is back on you, licking you from front to back and groaning into you. This angle makes it easier for his tongue to fuck into you, moving in and out and driving you fucking crazy. His hand snakes around your waist, fingers landing directly on your clit and drawing careful circles.

You fall closer to the bed still resting on your arms but relying on the strength of your shoulders to keep you from fully collapsing. “Oh my fucking god… right there, baby… please dont stop…” you beg.

“Gonna come for me, princess?... That’s it, all over my face, baby… Want it all…”

You back yourself up into his face without even realizing it, feeling the build up deep in your belly. You clench around his tongue and he moans, the vibration hurdling you closer and closer to your orgasm. “Yes, baby… fuck, I’m gonna come… right there… yes…”

“Let it go baby, let me feel you…” he says before picking up his unrelenting and intoxicating speed. All at once, it washes over you and you fully collapse onto the bed, back arching while you twitch and grind his face. He doesn’t let up, letting you ride out every last wave as he devours you until you pull away from him on the verge of overstimulation.

He leans back and wipes his completely drenched mustache and beard with the back of his hand. He looks breathless and blissful, but not as blissful as you, trying to get some strength back into your arms to hold yourself up, but Frankie puts his hand on your back pushing you down and grabs your legs to lay you completely flat. His giant hand rubs up your back, then he kisses a line down your spine feeling the goosebumps raise on your skin. “So good, princess. Such a good girl.” You whine at his praise again. “You like being my good girl, huh? Taking my tongue like that, doing just what I told you to do.”

You muster a weak, “Yes, Frankie… love it s’much…”

He cups your ass in his hands, “Wanna feel me all up in your belly now, baby?”

You can’t even answer him in words this time and pathetically whimper the equivalent of, Yes, please fill me up.

He rips off his boxers and grabs his cock, rock solid and already dripping, and he lines himself up with you, coating himself in the slick he didn’t drink up already and notches the fat tip at your entrance. “Gonna fill you up so good, baby… Gonna fit it all in there… so deep, huh?” He pushes the tip in as slow as he can before it slips in and you gasp at the feeling. He pushes in, inch by inch filling you up so perfectly… so fully… as you gasp and huff to catch your breath.

A rumbling groan erupts from his chest, “Fuuuuuck… my fucking god, baby…” You feel his cock twitching on you already when he bottoms out and tries to ground himself before he loses it too soon. 

He leans down on top of you, arms on either side of your own and grabbing your hands in his. “So soft and warm, mi amor…” he purrs in your ear. “Your pussy was made for me baby…” 

He kisses your shoulder as he slowly inches out and you whine at the loss before he quickly pushes back in, sitting up and grabbing your hips. He picks you up a little, getting the angle just right where he knows he’ll hit that spongy little spot that makes you see stars. His cock curls perfectly into it making you whine at every thrust, more and more slick spilling out of you every time.

You can’t even speak anymore. He already has you in a puddle of whimpers and whines, the only thing on your brain is how fucking deep he is in your belly.

“God, you look so pretty taking my cock, princess,” he says, drilling into you with his relentless speed. You feel a build up deep inside as he hits and hits and hits that one spot, your entire body going weak and limp as he builds you up. Your hand reaches around to find his at your hip and you squeeze it, a silent way of saying, Please don’t fucking stop. 

“You like that baby? You gonna come again all over my cock?” he teases, never letting up and fucking deeper into you.

“yesbabyyes’msoclosefrankie” you babble, completely cock drunk and putty underneath him. He keeps going, egging you on and twitching inside of you. 

“Yeah, baby… taking it so fucking deep… So good for me huh?... Who’s my good girl?”

It’s that last bit that has you clawing at the sheets and coming undone again underneath him in a mess of whines and moans and sobs. Your senses blur, your vision foggy and ears ringing with pleasure. It’s impossible to tell how loud you are right now, the only thoughts running through your brain are how to stay conscious while Frankie fucks you within an inch of your life. He holds your hips steady as you clench impossibly tight around him, fucking you up to the hilt and dragging himself along your spasming walls. He stills and his cock jumps again, this time he leans down again on top of you breathing heavily and fighting every single muscle in his body telling him to keep going.

“Fuck baby… that’s it, come back to me… so fucking gorgeous…” he rests above you, not moving for a minute and letting himself sit in your heat, harder than a fucking diamond inside of you.

Finally, he sits up again. “Love… you got one more for me, hm? Come on, you can do it…” he insists, rubbing up and down your back as you slowly come back down to earth.

“C’mon, princess, turn over one more time for me… Wanna see those pretty eyes and pretty lips…” he begs as he helps you move under him. “Oh, amor…” 

Your face is a fucked out wreck, eyes half shut, makeup slightly smeared, and tiny tear marks decorating beneath your eyes. He leans down and sprinkles gentle kisses all over your face before settling at your lips, his tongue intruding your welcoming mouth as he kisses you deep. He presses his forehead to yours, “Gonna give me one more, baby… Be my good girl and give me one more, okay?” he whispers.

You nod weakly at him, hands coming up to rub his sides as he trails kisses down your face, your neck, and your chest, drawing one of your nipples into his mouth for just a second before sitting up to realign himself with you. “Ready?”

You nod, desperation plastered across your face as he lines himself up and pushes in. He watches as your jaw goes slack, eyes closed and brows furrowed at his reentry, a small sob escaping from your chest. He watches your face as he pushes all the way in and drags back out, slowly at first until he sets a comfortable pace. An uncontrollable chorus of desperate whines from you fill the air. He drapes your legs over his arms holding you in place because he knows you can’t keep them steady anymore. 

“So fucking good baby… you’re so perfect… feel so good…” he babbles as he fucks you, sprinkling kisses all over your legs. He lets them down and lays on you, impossibly deep in your belly as he cups your face with one hand and holds your own with the other. He kisses you feverishly as he reaches places in you with his cock that only he could ever possibly hit.

His sounds and touches make one more pool of arousal drip in your stomach, slowly but surely building up inside of you. His breathing gets harder and faster, his hips just starting to falter a bit. He lifts up from your lips and looks at your eyes, closed from the positively blinding pleasure you feel.

“Look at me baby… open those eyes for me… That’s it, love, look at me when I fuck you.”

You lock eyes with him. Even this close, you can’t tell where his pupils end and iris begins. You drink in all of his beautiful features, his face starting to look just as fucked out as yours has been. “So beautiful… I love you so much… You feel so fucking good…”

His babbling and inconsistent thrusts tell you he’s close. You use the last of your energy to answer him back instead of just pathetic sounds.

“You’re so sweet to me Frankie… fuck me so perfect…”

“Yeah? You like when I fuck you, hermosa?… My good little girl taking my cock…”

“Yes… ‘m yours baby, all yours…”

He grunts as his thrusts become completely sloppy now, fast and slow trying with every fiber of his being to keep it together but he’s almost at his limit. You feel him twitching hard now, hurdling you closer and closer faster than you thought you would as your walls flutter around him.

“I feel you baby… you getting close for me? Gonna come with me?”

“Yes, baby… wanna come with you… feels so good…”

“That’s it baby…” he chases his high, never once looking away from your face. “Look at me, baby… wanna watch you come on my cock…”

Each pound into you sends electricity up your spine. Frankie takes his hand from yours and drops it down to your clit, using his thumb to trace messy but firm circles on the little bundle of nerves. You screw your eyes shut, almost completely overwhelmed by the sensation.

“Gonna make you mine, amor… Look at me baby… ‘M gonna put a pretty little ring on that finger someday… you want that? You wanna be mine?”

Your mouth hangs open in a stupor. “Yes, baby, yes… wanna be all yours…”

His jaw goes slack too, huffing and grunting with every thrust. “Fuck yes, baby… fuck ‘m close… look at me when you come, baby… give it to me…”

You lock eyes with him and let the coil in your belly come undone, convulsing at his touch and choking his cock impossibly tight. He lets out an animalistic groan at you and it’s only seconds before he’s painting your walls with his cum, bottoming out and staying there as he jolts inside of you. Filling you up with more and more of him as his sticky spend leaks out of you around him. He buries his head into your neck and whines as he empties himself completely into you, all but crushing you with his weight while his hot panting breath dances across your body.

You both lay there twitching from the aftershocks and desperately try to catch your breath. He lays there so long that he’s mostly soft when he finally brings himself to pull out of you, cum immediately leaking out of you onto the towel that you didn’t even notice has been there the whole time, too blinded by everything else going on.

He watches the little show before he grabs the end of the towel to clean you up some, tossing it to the side and collapsing on his back next to you. You curl into his side tracing up and down his torso as you sigh, “Good god, Frankie…”

He chuckles and brings his hand down to stroke your hair. The two of you stay there for a little while more, basking in the afterglow and warmth of each other. Eventually, Frankie gently asks, “You wanna go rest in the bath a little?” and plants a kiss to the top of your head.

“Mmm…” you hum. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

He carefully rises to his feet, making his way to the bathroom to run the water. Suddenly, you remember something he said and call out to him. “Hey, baby?”

“Yeah?”

“What was that bit about the ring, again?”

“Shit--” you hear him curse. He comes back out to you with a slight urgency in his walk and kisses you… long… When he pulls away, he brings his hand up to your chin and whispers, “You never heard a thing,” planting a cute peck on the lips while you laugh at him before disappearing back into the bathroom.

a/n : ngl this one got away from me and i was not expecting it to be this long, but im not surprised bc im so down bad for frankie... (i also may or may not have already thought of a fluffy little sequel of sorts for this one bc im too insane about him...) anyway, happy valentine's day everyone, hope you enjoyed !! 🫶💜

[sensei-venus]

How does hawk react when he finds it his chubby gf has never been eat out before? Not bc she didn't want it bc bc her ex partners never cared

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He's in shock but he hides it. How did no guy want to go down on her? Is it not every guys wet dream to be smothered between thick thighs with a pretty wet pussy in their face? Because it was definitely one of his.

Their in her bedroom, her parents long gone for the next few days on a work trip.

Both of them have been dating for a while but they only recently started having sex. Mostly just fingering and handjobs, a few times they actually got down to having penetrating sex. They decided together that they wanted to try something new so Hawk brought up the idea of oral. They both agreed to try it, Hawk didn’t notice the way Reader played with her fingers out of nervousness.

Her first time giving him a blow job was interesting. Hawk let her control the situation as he watched her bob up and down on his dick. At first she could only take half of him into her mouth but after a few good try’s over a few minutes she was finally able to take him down to the base. Her puffy lips wrapped around his cock and pressed against his pelvis, her nose flat against his pubic hair. She gagged and moaned around him the whole time, sucking him down with every pass. Spit dribbled over his dick and dripped down her chin. One last thrust into her hot mouth and he busted down her throat, his hot load dripped down her throat. She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit and cum connected her now raw lips to his softened cock. She kissed the head before licking the thick cum ring from his base.

That’s what lead to now.

Reader completely naked laying on the bed with her lower half dangling off the edge. Her legs where clamped shut tight. Her hands playing with her stomach as her face flushed. Hawk stood over her looking her right in the eyes with a raised brow.

“I-I uhh just have never-“

“What?”

“This is just kinda new to me I've never had anyone…..”

“No guy has ever gone down on your fat little pussy before? How?”

Reader puffed out her cheeks, she could feel herself getting hot from the slight embarrassment “I don’t know, my last boyfriend never wanted to, he said it was gross and nasty to do that to girls so we never did....I just gave him blowjobs....” a frown crossed her face at the thought of the old memories of her ex. The idea of him giving her oral was only brought up once, and it was a firm no followed by multiple verbal lashes on why it was stupid of her to even ask about it.

She never brought it up ever again.

Hawk’s hand grabbed roughly at the flesh of her big thigh, squeezing it like a stress toy. He smirked as he looked down at her, his eyes full of mischief. He bit his lip as he started to grin at her. His eyebrows going up as he talked.

“Baby I want to get between your legs and never come out. I want to drown in your pussy juice and suffocate between your thighs. It’s not nasty, being able to please a girl with your mouth is a “luxury” Princess. Let me make you feel good?”

Reader could only nod as she released her legs and let them fall open for him.

Leaning down he kissed from her face down to her neck and over her collar bone. He got lost in her tiny sounds as he kissed down her breasts and took a moment to suck at one of her nipples. Sucking until her nipple was hard and covered in his hot spit, he kissed it before moving down her belly. Sucking marks into the soft skin of her belly. One of her hands moved from his face to his shoulder as she felt him go lower down her body. At this point she couldn’t help but pant out as he worked her whole body open, the feeling of his lips against her skin was intoxicating.

Hawk finally got down between her legs. He smirked as he pulled her legs apart and threw her legs over his shoulders. He took a minute to look at her cunt, he watched as her clit twitched in need. Taking his thumbs he pulled her lower lips apart and watched as she glistened under the rooms light. Her lips where drooling, getting his fingers wet and sticky with her nectar. She jerked as he blew air onto her clit. He gave a small chuckle at her reaction until he licked a fat strip from the bottom of her hole to her clit.

She tasted even better then he had imagined in his dreams.

Her clit was hot and throbbing as he licked at it, lapping at the bud before giving it a wet suck. She yelped as her thighs wrapped around his head with every suck he made to her clit. He moaned out around her. She moaned and gasped out as she started to figure out his little game. He suckled her and traced patterns into her sensitive clit.

He unlatched from her bud to lap at her hole. She twitched and drooled at his attentive actions. He open mouth lapped at her slit. 

Slowly he started to insert his tongue into her wet heat. She locked up around him as he started to tongue fuck her tight hole open. Her cunt pushed against his tongue with every thrust, he couldn’t help but grunt out with every pass of his tongue into her pussy. She gripped at his head as he worked her over. She squealed when his nose brushed against her clit when he got his tongue as deep as he could inside of her.

She tried to cover her mouth as she rocked against her boyfriends face. She couldn’t stop her hips from jerking up to meet the thrusts of his tongue. Her pussy felt like it was on fire, she was sensitive all over and her stomach wouldn’t stop bubbling in pleasure. The pressure inside of her was building with every minute, her gut felt tight and burning hot. Tears brimming in her eyes.

“Eli I'm cumming I'm cumming! Please I can't please-” she couldn't hold back her sobs and babbling. Her mouth just couldn't stop moving as he played with her sensitive area. Her pussy almost going raw.

It was over when he stuffed three fingers into her tight cunt, roughly fingering her open. With one last moment he sucked her clit back into his mouth and sucked as hard as he could.

She practical vibrated underneath him. His arms had to hold her down by her thighs with the way her lower body tried to jerk up. Hot cum and slick leaked from her hole in violent streams. He slowly worked her though her orgasm so she could enjoy the last bits of pleasure he had given get. He removed himself from her clit once she stated to whimper at his attention. He removed his finger from her gapping pussy that still twitched from her rough orgasm. He licked them clean before moving up to meet her at the head of the bed.

Her eyes where closed as she tried to catch her breath. She was practically glowing. Hawk licked his lips before smirking.

“So I think we are definitely doing that again soon, like everyday? Because I would be so cool with that.”

Reader could only give him a shaky thumbs up before letting her head fall back into the bed.

[thepeonysbackup]

"Just one round.."

Alastor x Human!Reader

Summary: Part two of your soul binding deal with the radio demon. Will it truly only be once?

Warnings ⚠️: Continued short smut, tentacles, T in V, sloppy Oral🤤, vibrating canes💕, degradation♡~.

Request: Yes/No

By: @emmihara

"So, it's a deal then?" The Demon delightedly chuckled at your honesty, your neediness, your want.. His eyes trailed down your wrapped body, his shadowy tentacles doing their work to overstimulate your haughty mound of pulsing want; labia being teased by merely the tips of two of them, your slick juices dribbling down the inner part of your thigh while you lulled your head to and fro, eyes opening and closing as the sensations tingled and pricked your mind with a whimper. "Nngh♡~ Oh, please-" your voice shook, trembling noises exiting you as he began to walk around, circling you like a vulture does its already killed prey, waiting, watching your moves like a predator. "Ss- S'not– Not f-fair.. Agh- Oh God, fuck- Come onnn!!♡" You blubbered, big thick tears welling in your closed eyes as the appendages, "Now now, we've only just started, and we did agree on a singular round, didn't we?" The red deer like demon smugly hummed, stopping right across from you at your legs, standing between them while tapping his cane on the ground once. "Now, Satan-pray-tell what in the seven circles I may do to you for this time we have with one another. But, first and foremost -" He adjusted his bow tie, twirling his cane as he bowed forward properly. "Alastor, my Darling, the name is Alastor, I wish I could say it's a pleasure to meet you, but.. You and your disgusting needs are the reason I'm even here, how entertaining you'll be, or at least I hope." He laughed, introducing himself as a deal maker and an overlord in the realm of hell. Though you weren't paying attention, because when he had bowed, he leaned his weight on the mic of his cane that was pressed lazily against your clit at the near top of your dripping heat. The attention had your mind buzzing just as the tip was half-hazardly shifted in place to press firmly now, the amount of pressure building up making you rut against his cane, crying out evermore like the whole you were. "Aw, aren't you just the most pathetic little thing? Not even able to speak, and why, this down here is positively salivating for some attention!" He noted the way your pussy throbbed, walls clutching around nothingness as he lifted the cane from off you so he could dip down to your level as the tentacles resurfaced and began to climb back up your legs to your dripping hole. Alastor discarded his cane, rolling the lip of his sleeves up to his elbows as his hands gripped harshly at your hips to adjust them towards him better.

He was so tall, so tall that even with him crouched to your level, it seemed he still towered you by a mile. A mile to far that you were hanging upside down just for him to attach his lips to your own but not before he had used his claws to slowly spread your lady lips apart, either thumb of his hand pulling apart before he lolled his tongue from its heated cavern to plunge deep into your hole, curling into your G-spot perfectly enough to drawl a needy moan from your lips. The wetness of your body, the flow of neediness from your sopping entrance, wracked you to Tuesday. You were a mess, noises inaudible to yourself as they continued, a tightening feeling coiling in your belly as your soul was being eaten from your weeping core. "Please -" He hushed you from below, static becoming louder and louder as you whined for him and writhed at his touch, at his lips, at his thrusts. Never had you believed a tongue could feel so good, nor be able to bring you to this brink. "All in good time dear, patience is key." Your whimper made him grin wider, hole clenching around his tongue tightly as his saliva dripped down his chin. Or was it your love juices..? You couldn't tell, and apparently, neither could he because his hesitance made your hips jut forward against him, gaining a groan from his lips as he disconnected from your core with a pop. "How disgusting.. Such vulgar entertainment you are, my dear.. I'd almost consider keeping you if it hadn't been so easy.." A growl left him at this, hand moving from you to command his tendrils, which coiled and tightened and tugged at your soft human flesh.

"Ahn-!!" You tried to contain yourself, a high-pitched squeal leaving you as your body flipped, turning you to where you were hovering above the sigil with your rear rose into the air. "But since.." His hand gripped your cheeks, claws digging into your face as he cranned your head up to make you look at him. "I'm feeling rather generous," Al's eyes glowed, brighter, red pupils blowing out in delight as you shivered at his words. "I'll allow this once.. I'll let them take care of you." He finished, hand throwing you away from him as he let his shadows do all his work.

The long appendages thrusted harshly into you, one breaching past your lips down your throat as two worked behind you to slam you back and forth from the sheer force of each thrust of every one, the rest of them pooled around you, touching you, edging you closer and closer as you gagged hard, eyes rolling back as your release came so quickly that it honestly disappointed yourself as you hung there limply in the air, the tendrils still going as you blubbered with teary eyes over to the Demon who'd taken a seat on your sofa to enjoy your show, he seemed so enveloped to the point of which his eyes were narrowed intently and he was leaning forward, weight put onto his cane as his forearm rested lazily. His gaze watched as they continued to rake in and out of your now abused tunnels. You had taken so much already, yet so little in all this time. Every bead of sweat, every line, every crease, everything now belonged to him to enjoy, to him to enrapture himself with, for him to do with as he pleased. Just one round, was it? He felt like you needed... So.. Much.. More..

"Very.. Entertaining.. My Dear..~♡"

[usedtobecooler]

two for the price of one | steddie x fem!reader

Pairing | Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), unprotected piv sex, squirting, cunnilingus, ball sucking, reverse cowgirl, dirty talk, rough sex, aftercare, tiny bit of sweetness.

Word Count | 1.3k

A/N | i have no excuse for this other than i had a dream and i took it and ran lmao. enjoy!!

Your senses are filled with Steve Harrington. Unable to form coherent thoughts or words, his cock buried so deep in you that you swear you can feel him in your throat. You're gasping for breath, hazy eyes on Eddie as he swipes fingers along your entrance, a vicious grin on his face as he watches you turn into a mess.

"Holy shit, baby girl. Your cunt is so tight, fuck," Steve's moaning, his large hand clasped around your wrists held tightly behind your back, fucking up into you from below at a harsh pace.

You'd gone limp in Steve's hold a while ago, leaning back against him and letting him do the work, watching as his thick cock slid in and out of your fucked, sopping wet, abused cunt.

"Told you she had the best pussy," Eddie grins up at Steve from where he's situated between your thighs, the tips of two of his fingers teasing at your hole, threatening to breach and slide in alongside Steve's cock. You exhale a shaky breath, clenching around Steve at Eddie's words and eliciting a moan from him in return.

Steve's pubic bone claps against your ass at a brutal force, creating a deliciously wet sound that fills the air. Eddie can't stop looking at where your body meets Steve's, the way your cunt stretches perfectly the same as it does for him. The way your creamy wetness leaves rings around the base of Steve's cock, dripping down his balls. He ruts down against the mattress, aching for release.

"Don't cum in her, that's reserved for me only," Eddie reminds Steve, noticing his demeanor is starting to falter, his pace becoming sloppier as you grow impossibly wetter. You feel your belly starting to coil up, the mushroom head of Steve's fat cock pressing into your spongey spot perfectly, Eddie's thumb swiping over your clit helping you along.

"M'gonna, uhuhuh-" You thrash about in Steve's hold, unable to get away with how vice-like his grip is on your wrists, and you cum - squirting deliciously, the force enough to have Steve's cock slipping out of you momentarily. You soak Eddie's face, much to his delight, the remnants dripping down Steve's balls and soiling the sheets beneath.

"What the fuck?" Steve's baffled, releasing your wrists so he can shover a hand down between your bodies and slide his cock back inside, a dirty moan escaping him at the feeling of just how wet you were now, "You never told me she could - oh fuck, so good baby girl - do that, Munson."

"You're so filthy, sweetheart. All of this squirt for us? How cute." Eddie beams, ignoring Steve completely, shoving himself face first into the mess and licking up the remnants of your squirt from your sopping wet cunt. You positively squeal, unable to handle the stimulation of Steve's large cock alongside Eddie's sinful mouth.

The flat of Eddie's tongue glides up and down your clit with fervor, desperate to collect your juices and taste them, his moans vibrating through your whole body. You can feel Steve in your guts, impossibly deep as he pounds into you, soft grunts escaping him as his hands roam your upper body - he grabs onto anything he can. Your supple tits, your love handles, the pudge of your belly. He does all the work as you lay there in tears, unable to do anything but cry out as tears spill down your cheeks, gripping onto his thick thighs for purchase.

Eddie, ever the menace to society, begins ghosting his mouth down to your entrance, sliding wetly around the rim and breaching slightly, snug against Steve's cock as your cunt gives way to him. You and Steve both let out simultaneous moans, your pussy tightening around them at the feeling.

His tongue slides from you and you whine at the loss, fresh tears pricking your eyes. Steve's grip on your body tightens, a string of curses leaving his raw, bitten lips as Eddie licks around the base of his shaft, down his balls and sucking one into his mouth.

This - this wasn't the plan. But Steve's balls looked lonely and left out, drenched in your squirt and begging to be sucked clean. And who was Eddie to deny Steve such a pleasure?

"Jesus, fuck, m'sorry I'm gonna cum," Steve's voice is strained, his big hands gripping onto your waist brutally as you flop around on top of him, his cock abusing your cervix with every rough thrust and you don't do anything to stop him, willing to let his seed spill inside of your overworked cunt.

Until Eddie's hands wrap under your thighs and hoist you off of Steve's cock just in time, it pulses as he cums all over your pussy lips, painting them a pretty white. Steve's positively heaving, struggling to suck in a breath as the thick ropes just keep coming. You look down in awe, Eddie's own expression probably not much different to your own.

Eddie sits up on his knees, unable to hold back any longer as he grabs his untouched cock by the base, shuffling forward to smear the angry, purple tip along the mess before he's sinking inside of you, a ragged moan punching its way out of his gut as your cunt allows him entrance with no resistance.

Your tummy coils up again impossibly fast, Eddie's cock knowing where to press at you and his pace matching Steve's previous brutal one. You know what Eddie is trying to do, and it's working, the blooming deep heat in your belly a telltale sign.

Steve helps hold your legs open with his large hands, his mouth ghosting along the shell of your ear, "C'mon, sweet thing. You can do it again for us, yeah? Just one more time we promise."

Eddie looks at Steve over your shoulder, his mouth hung open in a deep moan as he watches you both - fucked out, soaking wet with sweat, flushed from your heads to your chests. His cock kicks up in you, he's not going to last much longer.

"Eddie, Steve, I - fuck," You're wailing, crying as your tummy winds tighter and you cum again, squirting all over Eddie's cock and drenching him. Your whole body shakes from overstimulation, and you're pretty sure if it weren't for the tight hold that both men had on you then you'd be unable to hold yourself up.

"That's it. There's my girl, always so good for me," Eddie groans, shoving into your roughly and cumming with a grunt, hands gripping your thighs just below Steve's own, hard enough you know he'll leave bruises.

You black out slightly. You're aware of it because both men are gently manhandling you onto the bed and you can't do anything to move or help them.

"C'mon, we'll take her to the guest room. My bed's kinda gross now," Steve winces and Eddie barks out a little laugh. You can tell it's Steve who scoops you up in his arms and carries you through, he feels so different to Eddie - all muscles and bulk where Eddie was thinner and soft. Complete polar opposites in the best way.

You settle limply onto the bed, half anticipating them both leaving you to sleep but they don't. They both climb into bed either side of you, limbs entangling over your body as they get comfortable in silence, like this is something you'd done a million times even though this was the first.

It's quiet for a while, and you're half asleep when you catch their conversation;

"I think she'll want you to stick around after that, Steve." Eddie's whispering, and you can feel his hand ghosting up Steve's arm that's thrown over you, in a soft gesture.

"Eddie, you sucked my balls. I think you want me to stick around after that." Steve's leg slides over Eddie's own as he chuckles quietly, making it apparent that this wasn't simply about you and something you wanted. They both wanted it, too.

Eddie scoffs, and even behind your closed eyes you can tell he's rolling his, "And so what if I do? Then I get to say I've got a hot girlfriend and a hot boyfriend."

[mamaestapa]

rutger making her squirt for the first time and ethan proudly watching and rutger being so shocked

when i first read this ask like weeks ago...i literally gasped. its so amazing and so omg. its so hot😩

ANYWAYS

you and ethan have been together since your freshmen year. you've been intimate countless times, done it on so many special and non-special occasions, multiple rounds, the whole nine yards, but he's never made you squirt before.

rutger did though.

you're leaning back into ethan's bare chest as rutger goes down on you. your hands are alternating between grabbing at ethans chest and tugging at rutgers hair, pushing him closer to your soaked and aching core.

youre a moaning mess as rutgers tongue flicks your clit before lapping generously at your folds with his skilled tongue, making sure to get every last drop of your sweetness on his tongue. ethan has taught him so well...

"look at her rut, look how worked up you've got her."

"she's so beautiful, god and those sounds she makes"

you're whimpering and writhing at the feeling of rutgers tongue and fingers pleasuring you in ways you've never been pleasured before. he's teasing you, edging you so much that you know once that coil in your belly snaps its going to be one of the best orgasms of your life. as rutgers eating you out like a starved man, ethan is kissing your neck and playing with your nipples because he knows that gets you even more worked up. he loves the pretty sounds you make during sex, rutger does too.

eventually once the time comes and that coil finally snaps, it snaps. you let your orgasm completely take over your body and youre so blissed out you dont even realize what's happening.

rutger made you squirt for the first time.

ethan is just proud. proud of rutger and proud of you. your chest is heaving like crazy as you come down from your high, and rutger is panting as he sucks your juices off of his fingers and lips.

"woah that was fucking hot"

"damn rut, you just made my girlfriend squirt"

"i did?"

"hell yeah you did. atta boy."

(GUYS THIS LITERALLY MADE ME AHHHHHHHHHH🫠)

[sunflowergirl522]

Names

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fairy!Reader

Summary: You’re back and convince Eddie to tell you his name.

Word Count: 1988

Fairy!Reader Masterlist

Eddie hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you. It's been a week since that first meeting and since then he’s placed little things on his windowsill with the window cracked open for you to take. The first time, a broken piece of glass Eddie found once and thought was pretty, it took a day and a half for you to take it. The second time, a couple blown glass beads, it took around the same time. But the third and fourth times, a bit of silky ribbon and a tiny paper boat he folded thinking about how you’d examine it, they were gone once he got home from work that same day.

When Eddie gets home from work he doesn’t even think to look on the windowsill, he didn’t have the time to leave anything for you after waking up late. He doesn’t even glance that way until later when he’s picking up his guitar to try to write something in the midst of whatever block he’s having. When he does look over though he has to do a double take upon seeing a small pile of three perfectly round smooth stones. He probably wouldn’t have thought much of them if not for the fact that he knows they weren’t there earlier and because he can see that same glitter dust you had left on his skin on them.

You watch as he finds your own gifts for him. When he turns them over in his fingers and studies them you can’t help but laugh at the look of awe on his face over getting something in return for the ones he’s given you. As soon as the tinkling of your laughter reaches his ears he throws the window open more before shoving his head out to see if he can spot you.

“You know you don’t have to hide, you can come in and make yourself at home! Oh not you kid, I'm talking to a friend of mine.” The child that was walking past speeds up and looks at him like he’s crazy causing you to fall backwards as you let out a belly laugh that brings tears to your eyes. Eddie can’t help but beam like an idiot at how loud the sound has gotten and leans on his arms out of the window to look in the direction it’s coming from. He’s almost positive you’re hiding in the batch of fleabane, buttercups, and dandelions he’s been refusing to let anyone mow or cut down under his window. He’s never been more glad about that until this moment.

“You don’t have to come in if you don’t want to, just know that you can.” And with that he leans back inside placing the rocks on his desk in a proud display before picking his guitar back up and picking at the strings.

The sound of it breaks you out of your giggling mess. You fly up and sit outside of the window to listen. If Eddie wasn’t so absorbed in trying to make something to look over he would see you. He plays songs he already knows to try and jog some sort of creativity and when that doesn’t work he practices some songs he’s trying to learn. You sit there and listen the whole time admiring his head bobs and foot taps and how absorbed he is in playing. It helps that the music isn’t bad either. It’s not until the sun has set and he’s putting down his instrument that you notice the small triangle he was using to play. An idea hits you then and you fly off to home.

The next morning Eddie wakes up without having to worry about getting to work. So he decides to be slightly extra with his gift to you today as he makes his way to the kitchen. He makes himself some toast while breaking off a piece of the fancy bread he buys from the bakery in town and buttering it. He takes the cap off an empty pepsi bottle and cleans it off before filling it with apple juice and adding it to the tea cup plate the bread is on. After he butters and jellies his own toast he makes his way back to his room making sure to stay quiet for his sleeping uncle's sake.

When he sits in his chair and goes to put the plate he made for you by the open window he’s not expecting to see you at all. He’s especially not expecting to see you dragging what he thinks is a leaf bag across the outside ledge. He watches you for a couple seconds before putting the small plate down not far from you. You jump at the sound of it being placed down and look up at him like a deer caught in headlights.

“Hey! Sorry for scaring you, thought you might want something to eat today.” You abandon the bag and sit on the plate next to the bread. Eddie would regret ripping off such a big piece if not for you immediately digging in like it’s the only meal you’ve had in a week. “I left you something to drink too, if the caps too big just let me know. I can probably find something smaller.” 

You stop mid bite to glance over to the makeshift cup that’s just a little too big for you. You abandon the bit of bread upon catching the sweet fruity smell coming from it. As you kneel in front of it you dip your finger into the amber liquid before bringing it to your lips to taste. Once you do your eyes go wide, it’s apple sugary goodness and is officially your new favorite drink.

Eddie doesn’t even try to hold in his fond laughter as he watches you grab the cap with two hands and gulp it down. You get up and hold it out towards him for more and when he doesn’t immediately take it you jab it his direction again. 

“Alright, alright. Wait here, I’ll be right back with more.” He carefully takes the cap from your hands, careful not to knock you over as he does so. He gets up to head into the kitchen and you’ve never been the best at staying still or following orders so you fly into the room to look around. 

While in the air you look at the bread on the plate and poof into your bigger form, now that you have the space to, so it’s easier to eat. Just as you’re shoving it in your mouth a sound comes from the other room, from Eddie closing the fridge, and your curiosity gets the better of you. You silently creep out of the room to see him with a bottle of more of the amber drink. Before you can go up to him your attention is drawn to the older man sleeping on a makeshift bed not far away.

“Oh shit.” The glimmer of your wings in the light catches Eddie’s attention and he quickly looks over to see you walking over to Wayne. “No, no, no.” He slightly panics so he doesn’t even think about it before grabbing the crook of your elbow and pulling you into him. Thankfully you spin to face him and he doesn’t end up crushing your wings. “Sorry, sorry.” His voice is a whisper as he lets you go.  “Let’s leave my uncle to sleep, yeah?” You nod wide eyes staring into his own, mouth slightly agape. You had forgotten just how pretty this human is. “C’mon, if you stay in this form I can get you a bigger cup for your apple juice.” He offers up his hand and you take it without a second thought letting him lead the way. Eddie decides to just grab the whole bottle of juice and a cup before taking you back to his room.

He sits you on his bed before going back to his chair and pouring your cup. After he hands it to you and you start to chug it he looks down at the hand you had been holding. He’s only slightly upset that there’s no glitter dust like the last time you touched him.

“Name?” You ask as you try to hand the cup back for more.

“Hmm?” Your voice breaks him out of his thoughts and he takes the cup back.

“What’s your name?”

“Uh-uh. Nice try but I know all about not telling fairies my name.” He cracks an amused smile at the offended look on your face. 

“You can tell me it! I won’t use it against you, promise!”

“Hmm, I don’t know.” He’s teasing, he can sense the truthfulness behind your words regardless of his knowledge that fairies can’t lie, but you don’t pick up on it.

“I’ll give you a gift if you do.” You get up and go to the window grabbing your makeshift sack and holding it out to him.

“I’m pretty sure you were gonna give me that regardless.”

“Um, I’ll…” You trail off looking around the room trying to figure out what you could do to find out if his name was as pretty as him. “Oh! I’ll put a charm on it for you! Whatever you want.” You’re beaming like it’s the best idea you ever had.

“No, it’s fine you don’t have to do that. Give me the gift and I’ll tell you my name if I like it.” You excitedly nod and drop the leaf sack in his outstretched hand. He opens it up and a wooden guitar pick falls into his hand causing his mouth to gape open.

“I saw the one you were using yesterday and made that one.” He can tell you made it, there’s a layer of glitter dust that he hopes is permanent over the whole thing. “I had my woodpecker friend get me the wood and spent all early morning finishing it. Do you like it? Can I have your name now?” If you were sitting down you’d be on the edge of your seat.

“Like it? I love it! This is the best gift anyone has ever given me. Name’s Edward, but you can call me Eddie, Eds, Ed, whatever you want really I don’t care. Wow! This is awesome!” You giggle at his reaction. “What about your name?” You shake your head and mime locking your mouth shut. “That’s not fair.”

“Humans are less trustworthy than us fairies.” You shrug and go back to your spot on the bed.

“What should I call you then?” You shrug again crossing your legs and Eddie wonders how this new blue petaled dress doesn’t become destroyed automatically.

“What about Fae?” You shake your head. “Okay, how about Pixie?” You think about it before shaking your head again. He has to stop to think about what to offer next. He doesn’t just want to only use his regular sweetheart or princess, you deserve something more unique. “Sweetpea?” The flower was small and pretty like you in your fairy form. You shrug and shake your head in a way to say maybe. That’s a shame because he really liked that one, maybe he’ll use it as a term of endearment. A light bulb goes off in his head as he glances at the pick you made him. 

“What about Tink?” After Tinkerbell in that one movie he used to watch growing up with Wayne. You must really like the sound of that because you nod your head almost violently and beam at him. “Tink it is then!”

“Will you play again?” You gesture to his guitar and Eddie feels the blush creep up his neck. 

“Ah so you heard that yesterday did you? Yeah I’ll play again.” He grabs his acoustic one so he can play you some Fleetwood Mac thinking you might enjoy some softer songs than what he normally plays.

Eddie Taglist (31/40): @sadbitchfangirl @notbeforelong​​​​ @navs-bhat​ @emotionaldreamer ​​​​​  @gaysludge​​​ ​@eddiethesexy​ @mazerunnerrose​ @midnightsgetawaycar  @mushroomelephant @saramelaniemoon @nojamsonmytoast @vintagehellfire @esoltis280 @spikedhe4rt @siriuslysmoking @toobsessedsstuff @alana4610 @gretavanfleas @sparkletash @aactuaaltraash @spookyemorockbabe @jesssssmaybankk @tlclick73 @eddiemunsonslittlemetalhead @bl4ckt00thgr1n @eli-flower @canyonmooncreations @witchwolflea @emxxblog @chaoticgood-munson

Everything Taglist: @matchamunson​ @bubsonnobx​ @practicalghost @katsukis1wife @crustyowos @yourfavdummy @protecteddiemunson4vr @kennedy-brooke @m00nkn1ghts @rory-cakes

[campingwiththecharmings]

apparently i am on a jake kick soooo here's more driver!jake/rich girl!reader even tho no one asked for it lmao

(this is rated m, literally just pure, unadulterated smut lmao, not proofread---please forgive any bad spanish translations, i tried 😭)

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Your moans are soft, your fingers clenching in his hair as you arch gracefully against the leather seat in the back of his limo. Jake groans at the slight sting in his scalp, his face buried between your delectable thighs as he feasts on you, slowly, torturously dragging you closer and closer to the edge. His hands grip your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he traces quick, delicate circles around your clit with the tip of his tongue. You sigh his name, body quivering with pleasure.

Jake hums against your sopping folds, completely lost in the sweetness of your cunt. He's already made you come twice, your juices flooding his tongue, running down his chin and neck. He could stay here for hours, he thinks, your thighs shaking against his shoulders, those sweet little noises falling from between your lips as he makes you come again and again---

"Jake," you whine, hissing in pleasure as he wraps his lips around your clit.

He hums again, lapping at the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue. The choked moan you let slip almost makes him come in his pants, your breath stuttering in your chest as you fight to maintain your composure. Jake pulls his mouth from your sex, licking his lips as he meets your gaze.

"Give me one more, bebita," he croons, slowly pushing two thick fingers inside you. "Just one more and I'll fuck you, mmm?"

You groan as pumps his fingers in and out of you, pussy clenching around the digits at his words. His dark eyes are trained on your face as he works, eagerly watching your every expression. A furrow appears between your brows when you're close, your eyes falling half shut, breath leaving your lungs in short pants.

"Jake," you plead again, mouth falling open in ecstasy when he drags his fingers against your fluttering walls.

He leans in again, flicking your clit with his tongue as he slowly fucks you with his fingers. You come with a yelp, body convulsing beneath his ministrations. He drags your pleasure out, groaning with delight as your pussy drenches his fingers. You hiss when he removes them, a moan catching in your throat when he brings the digits to his mouth. His eyes fall shut as he sucks them between his lips, humming in pleasure as the taste of you explodes on his tongue again.

"You taste like heaven, cariño," he rasps, swiping his tongue over his lips.

He feels your fingers curl around his tie, and he lets you pull him toward you. You claim his mouth in a sloppy kiss and he groans, tongue prodding the seam of your lips as he braces his hands against the seat on either side of you. You sigh as he licks into your mouth, shifting so you can pull his body down on top of you.

Jake breaks the kiss with a groan when he slips inside you, burying his face in your neck, your fingers tangling in his hair. You wrap your legs around his waist, breath hitching as he sinks in even further. He mouths at the base of your neck as he rocks into you, searching for the spots that make you keen.

"Sientes tan bien," he murmurs, groaning again as your tight cunt convulses around him.

You moan in agreement, hands sliding down his back to cup his ass. His pace increases a little as you squeeze his cheeks, pleasure zinging through you when his pubic bone catches against your sensitive clit.

"Fuck," you whisper, eyelashes fluttering as you pull your lip between your teeth.

He hums, mouthing at your skin as he drags his lips down, down past your collarbone to the swell of your breasts. Your breath hitches when he nips at the delicate skin there, your fingernails digging into his skin.

Slowly, Jake works you back up, the heat building in your belly with every push of his hips, until you're clawing at his back, begging him to fill you to the brim.

And he does, painting your inner walls with his hot seed, the excess spilling out onto the leather seat beneath you as he keeps rutting into you with his softening cock. You whimper when his thumb finds your clit again, his mouth at your ear, asking you for "just one more, hermosa." His moan is broken when you come, your cunt squeezing him, milking every last drop from his cock.

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