#sof's legs are god

[gremlingottoosilly]

would love love love some nasty breeding kink with disgusting dirty talk from some monster boys. love ur stuff! keep up the awesome work

You don't know if you could even keep your eyes open right now. You're stuffed - so stuffed, it makes you wonder how you are even able to be this full without breaking into something particularly fragile. You don't even want to think about how disgustingly wet you are, all the excess liquid making a little pool under your hips. You tremble, like a dumb, helpless thing, you meowl and push your hips upwards, then back, hoping it would stop him. Him and his relentless pursuit of tentacles stuffing your hole. "Such a good girl for me, ja? Taking my eggs so well" He pushes another tentacle in your weeping pussy, spreading it open, making sure you won't be able to close your legs without trembling in a long while. Making sure you'd beg for his cock to stuff you at all times, so you would stop feeling so empty all the time. Poor thing, Konig thinks, he is going to get you so addicted to his cock, you're going to beg him for more. He will make sure of it. "Such hungry holes you have, Hase. Just begging for me to stuff you full, make you squeal on my eggs...I wonder how much of a slut was hiding under all that clothes" He has you naked, under him - for a few hours already, the process sof stuffing your tummy and womb full of his eggs and cum isn't the fastest one. You feel your mind slowly going haywire, slowly disappearing into the numbness. You feel dirty, messy, he pushes sloppy kisses all over your adorable fucking face, making sure you're as pretty as they come - god, he fucking adores looking at you, going all dumb on his cock. You look like such a good, precious, obedient girl, it's hard not to push just another egg in your already stuffed pussy. Konig doesn't care if it won't even fit - he just wants you to be bred properly. "Come, Hase, relax. I'm going to stuff your hole a bit more, ja?"

[mrkis]

addicted to you. (l.dh)

PAIRING: haechan x reader GENRE: smut WORD COUNT: 1k

SYNOPSIS: haechan is addicted to tasting you and fucking you.

CONTENT WARNINGS: explicit content, pwp mainly, oral (f receiving), dom!haechan, mean-ish!haechan, unprotected sex, light choking (haechan rests his hand on your neck), slight pussy slapping, dirty talk,

“That’s it…” Haechan moans in between your legs, fingers digging into the flesh on your thighs that rest upon his shoulders as his tongue wiggles between your folds, slurping hungrily at your pussy that drips with cum. “Pretty thing, cum for me again. Good girl”

You’re shaking, wailing as you cum for the third time on his tongue, your hand locked on the back of his head with your fingers threading through his dark, thick hair. He laughs against your pussy, the vibrations causing you to arch your back and pull at his hair to try and tug him away but it’s no use when he’s got you caged.

The room spins and you pant heavily, blinking to regain your vision as he mouths at your pussy again, tongue flicking miniature circles around your clit and you’re mindlessly pleading for him to stop, to let you breathe and catch a break.

“You want me to stop? Hm?” He questions you teasingly, pushing himself up to rest on his knees and your legs flop motionlessly on the bed from his shoulders. Haechan crawls above you, trailing kisses from your navel to your cheeks, capturing your bottom lip between his teeth and nibbling down which causes you to whine. “I haven’t even fucked you yet… can’t I fuck your pretty little pussy, baby? Fill you up with my cum?”

“Please”

“What are you pleading me for?” Haechan murmurs as he gently taps your cheek with his hand before caressing your face so lovingly that it has your heart fluttering in your chest. You don’t really know what you’re pleading him for, all you know is that right now you want him. “Want me to fuck you that bad? I thought you wanted me to stop?”

“Just—” You swallow thickly, licking at your lips. “Sensitive… s’too much”

“I’m sorry” Haechan gives you a patronising pout. “You know how much I want you. I can’t help myself when it comes to your pussy, baby… All for me, yeah? All of it?” You nod but you’re stopped when you feel the slight pressure in your cheeks from where Haechan squeezes. “Say it. Use your words”

“All for you”

“All for me” He repeats with a hum, one hand holding himself up beside your head with the other slips between your bodies to fist his cock, pushing his tip between your folds to gather the saliva and your cum left behind. “God baby I’m so addicted to you… you have no idea. Can’t get enough of you—your body, your taste, your pussy. You drive me crazy”

“I do?” Haechan meets your eyes with a smirk that sends a shiver down your spine, nudging his head against your entrance teasingly as he tilts his head to the side, lips brushing over yours, “Absolutely insane, baby”

You gasp once Haechan fills you up completely, legs tightening around his hips and whining at how sensitive you feel, pussy contracting around Haechan’s cock that stretches you out perfectly, leaving your thighs and cunt aching. 

His hand slides up from between your bodies to rest around your neck, squeezing gently as his lips mould with your own, leaving you breathless when his hips begin to thrust at a pace that has your mind whirling, feeling dizzy. 

The headboard rocks against the wall with each frantic thrust and you’re worried if the neighbours will hear and complain (although you really didn’t care a few minutes ago when Haechan had his head shoved between your legs). 

You reach your hand up to stop the headboard from hitting the wall but the second your fingertips make contact with the cold wallpaper, Haechan’s other hand curls around your wrist to drag it down, pressing it to the bedsheets with a tut as he pulls away from your lips.

“Someone might hear” You warn him, unable to draw your eyes away from his, the dark expression and swollen lips enough to make you whine softly. “They’ll hear, Haechan”

“Let them” He tells you, grunting as he shifts above you, dropping his head to mouth at your shoulder. “Let them hear how fucking addicted I am to you and how much you love my cock. I hope they can hear how wet you sound too… how your pretty pussy is sucking me in so sweetly—”

“You’re insane”

“I know” He hums, smirking against your skin as his fingers squeeze around your neck once more, fingers pressing gently against the pressure points that cause your breath to hitch at the back of your throat. “It’s your fault”

“My fault?”

“Mhm” Haechan nods as he pushes himself up to rest on his knees, releasing his hand around your neck to drag down your body, ghosting over your nipples and trailing down your stomach before resting above your pussy. 

You cry out in pleasure and in shock when he retracts his hand to slap it back down on your clit, electricity buzzing up your spine as your legs close around his figure but he laughs, using his thumb to rub small circular motions over your sensitive clit as he slowly fucks into you, cursing to himself as he watches his cock disappear into your pussy.

“Pussy so perfect” Haechan coos softly. “Can’t wait to fill you up… you’d like that? Yeah? Filling your cunt up with my cum. Do you want it?”

“I want it” You nod frantically. “I want it so bad”

“I know you do” He smiles down at you. “So fucking desperate for my cum to make a mess of your pussy, to fill you up so full… Can’t wait to have a taste, baby. Can’t wait to devour you all night”

Your eyes widen slightly but struggle to stay open due to Haechan’s thrusts, “All night?”

“Of course” Haechan loops his arms around your thighs this time, dragging you down the bed and flushed against him, resting your legs over his chest and pressing a chaste kiss to your knee. You gasp at the sudden movement, his cock buried deep inside of your pussy and your back arches, fingers gripping the bed sheets beneath you. “How else am I supposed to prove how fucking addicted I am to you?”

 ©𝗠𝗥𝗞𝗜𝗦

[portgasmalia]

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ﹙including: sabo, trafalgar law, eustass kid, roronoa zoro﹚ ﹙theme: smut, pure smutty headcanons. mdni!! ﹚

flame emperor sabo

oh, he did not need any instructions about what you wanted or needed to reach the most intense orgasm. with his position as the second in command, sabo knew exactly how it felt to be in control of people. and god, he loved that control way too much to let it slip so easily in the sheets with you. what he did not expect was how you obeyed to his words. the seductive syllables that slipped from his warm tongue past his wet lips. and so sabo did not need to instruct you on how to place your hands while your legs were wrapped up around his waist. his palms were flatly placed on the sheets beside your head, calloused fingertips dug into the white fabric underneath your intertwined bodies. your hand was perfectly placed underneath his slender underarm, the manicured fingernails wrapped so tightly around his wrist while sabo‘s hips snapped into yours. over and over again, the flame emperor coaxed out the whiny sounds of your tightened throat. he could watch how your face twisted with pleasure, how each of your muscles twitched when he hit the perfect spot, and how the beads of sweat trailed down your temples. sweet cries repeated his name, the memorable sound ringing in his ears as your nails scratched along the sides of his wrist and dug deeply into the soft skin. a beautiful reminder to the revolutionary, once he pulled the brown leather gloves on or off and saw the crescent-shaped, or sometimes lined, marks.

roronoa zoro

there is no denying that zoro loves to pound into you from behind. watching how his thick dick disappeared between your legs, squeezed tightly by your welcoming, gummy walls. or how perfectly your ass cheeks jiggled with each rough thrust of his hips which also resulted in his favorite position. sprawled out on the bed, the head turned to the side and the watermelon pink stained cheek pressed against the soft fabric of the square pillows. zoro‘s scared chest pressed against the curve of your back, his hips slamming against the soft flesh of your butt with each thrust. you witnessed each second, he fought the urge to unload his seed after your gummy walls squeezed his thick dick so deliciously tight. it happened multiple times in this particular position, as zoro pressed his hips further against your backside and the way his grip on your hand tightened. your palm was placed beside your head, manicured nails dug into the soft fabric of the sheets. zoro‘s large paw placed above yours, calloused palm against the back of your hand and fleshy fingers laced with your slender ones. as soon as the feeling of your cunt around him became too much, and the swordsman slowed down the pace, his fingers stroke through yours, slightly squeezing. he might not realize the little gesture but you were thankful for how he held your hand and gave you an inaudible insight on how well you made him feel.

trafalgar d. water law

he loved how eagerly your fingernails clawed at his upper arms or his back, he admired to see your attempts to stop the rough pounding you earned by teasing him, or interrupting his exhausting studies once again. but what the doctor loved much more, is the feeling of having you struggle against him while being completely overstimulated by his actions. trapped underneath his body as he pounded into your sore cunt. you could not remember how many orgasms you already went through, the punishment started hours ago and law wasn't even halfway through with it. hands placed effortlessly beside your head, not having enough strength anymore to fight against your boyfriend's relentless movements. "see, i told you punishment would be worse than waiting a couple of hours longer," he would mutter against the shell of your ear, placing soft kisses along your jawline. law's hands were placed around your wrists, fingers lazily wrapped around your soft skin while the pointer finger laid perfectly in your palm. it all belonged to his plan. giving him a chance to always know that you're still feeling good about what he was doing. one pinch of pain was enough for the doctor to stop. slowly, tapping the tip of his pointer finger against the soft skin of your palm and waiting for the slightest squeeze as an answer. all he needed was the little measurement to snap his hips stronger against yours and hunt down his own orgasm.

eustass 'captain' kid

being with kid meant to prepare for the worst. not in the way that it was not pleasing at all what he did with his towering body, it happened to be the entire opposite. the snap of his hips against yours was rough, burying himself to the hilt inside of your warm, gummy walls. stretched out again, never really prepared to take his girthy length but you loved the feeling he forced upon you. there was no need to deny how kid dominated you in each situation of life. as a captain, he gave you orders. as a friend, he gave you advice. and as your boyfriend, he certainly took control in the sheets without questioning. your hands placed above your head if he was sprawled out on top of you. one hand beside your head to keep his towering, muscular body from crushing you while the other held your hands together by the wrists. the calloused and rough palm of one of his large paws was enough to capture both of your slender arms in a tight grip. always giving him another glint of power, another strong beam of pride about how muscular and tall he was, compared to you. the way his fleshy fingers overpowered you without having to use his entire strength to hold your in place became kid's little act. if he towered above you, roughly snapping his hips against yours as skin slapping against skin filled the captain's chambers. or while you were on all four, the damp, flustered span of your cheek pressed against the soft sheets with the ass high in the air. kid was pressed tightly against your jiggling ass, admiring how the flesh of your butt wiggled with each forceful thrust. arms neatly placed on the curve of your back, wrists held together tightly by the large hand of your boyfriend.

[urfavfakeblonde]

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Stiles Stilinski x fem!reader

warnings: porn without plot, fingering (fem!rec), heavy make outs, kind of descriptive smut?

mndi

My lips reluctantly pull away from his, lashes fluttering closed. My hands find comfort in his soft, brown hair, my fingers dancing through the strands softly. It's quiet, quick breaths the only sound in the dark room. The position I'm in is vulnerable, yet comforting, as I straddle Stiles's thighs on the end of the bed. He kisses my jaw softly, causing my head to be tilted up at his actions. My voice lets out a hum of approval, my aching core begging for attention. Yet, I am patient-- the feeling of his plush lips causes my body to relax. My teeth catch my bottom lip in a tight hold, moans that lye deep within me clawing up my throat to be released. When he finds my sweet spot under my jaw, they escape as my mouth lye's agape, eyes squeezing shut. The vibration of his hum causes the hair on the back of my neck to stick straight up, goose bumps scattered across my legs and arms. My hands grasp the back of his head, bringing his lips to mine. The kiss is gentle, as if they were molded for one another. Now this, this I could live off of if oxygen didn't exist.

I didn't feel his hand sneak down from my waist until it gently slipped into my thin panties, the coolness of his fingers causing my body to jolt slightly. I moan quietly into his mouth as he runs his fingers through my slick folds, my legs shaking slightly at the new feeling. As his fingers slide back up to my clit, he slowly circled the bud, core clenching around nothing. My lips detach once again, as I let out a shaky breath; foreheads connected. His index finger slowly dipped into my core, just barely, before running it through my folds again. This excited a moan from my shaky voice, fingers tensing in his hair. His other hand laid firmly on my hip, his eyes looking down to watch his fingers work. The corners of his lips quirked up, lips softly reattaching themselves to my soft neck. The feeling was overwhelming, but so comfortable and safe at the same time.

I knew that I could be patient, his fingers circling just a little faster, although the thought of them curling inside me made my breath shaky. He was teasing--yes, but at the same time I wanted him to be slow. I wanted him to pull me over the edge again, and again. My thoughts seemed to be answered as his fingers circled faster on my throbbing clit. What was breathing? I couldn't. Not with his soft lips sucking gentle red spots on my neck, not with his delicate fingers giving me pleasure. Moans rushed out of my mouth, running over each other, begging to be the loudest. I whispered pleas alongside his name, sti, please, please... The feeling was unreal, out of this world. If I could, this is how I would die, in his arms, every part of him connected to mine. He pulled apart from my neck to watch my face in the moonlight, fingers determined to push me over the edge. But god when he... when he slides two of them in? Fuck. He curled, and curled until my legs shook, my fingers gripped his hair, head thrown back in pure ecstasy as he whispered pretty nothings in my ear. It was then, when he pulled me over the cliff, and I wanted him to save me, heal me...and do it again. He rode out my high, as if to ease the fall. He watches me, observing an angel fall down from heaven, and give him the eyes to bring her back up, just to fall back down to him again. He swore he'd never seen someone so beautiful, so angelic and merciful.

Small beads of sweat clung onto my forehead, body limp and held by her savior. He watches as her eyes flutter open, caressing her pink cheeks. She hums, happy and smiling, looking into his eyes of curiosity. With steady breaths, she holds his cheeks, watching him kiss the palm of her hand. "Hi," he whispers, a cheeky smile on his face. "Hi," I breath out, my legs twitching slightly from the aftershock. "Do you want to keep going, or are you done?" He asks softly, eyes searching mine for and answer. I stay silent for a moment, catching my breath. "Keep going please," I finally answer, running thumb across his cheek. I smile softly, wrapping my legs around his hips, before slowly standing up, walking to the side of the bed to lye me down. The bed sinks a little from the weight, his lips attached to mine as he rubs small circles on my hips. I pull back and look into his eyes, fingers lightly scratching down his bare back. "Stiles," I whisper softly, as to not startle him. He hums, slowly undoing his belt. "I think I love you." He pauses his actions, lips opening slightly before closing again. "I mean, I know I love you," I softly whisper, the words sinking in. Although it probably should, his silence doesn't startle me, make me question saying that to him--but I don't. He kisses me far more passionately than before, and that's all I needed to know.

[yuutakuns]

Yuuta does whatever he can to be a good friend to you, making sure that you lean on him the most out of anyone. It’d be nice if you only needed him (and him alone), but he doesn’t want to get too greedy. He’s fine with how it is right now, just admiring you from afar. Sure, he wants more than anything to be close with you, but desperation isn't a very good look.

Content Warnings: 18 +, MDNI (minors do not interact), Yuuta is a creep, masturbation, Yuuta’s down bad (he starts taking non-consensual photos of you unu), afab reader, mentions of breeding, Yuuta thinking impure thoughts, idk he’s a horny boy!!!

Author’s notes: The Yuuta worms are wiggling in my brain again! They tell me to write secretly obsessed Yuuta.

In Yuuta's defense, he didn’t think his crush obsession would get so out of hand. But god, you’re just so fucking perfect, how could it not?

At first he was just admiring you. Sneaking glances here and there, quietly taking notes about how you’d cross your legs when you sat, how you’d try to fix your posture when you caught yourself slouching. He'd notice how you’d play with your fingers or the ends of your hair when you were nervous. Over time. he even picked up on your scent; your favorite perfume you’d wear, the type of shampoo you used, if you were trying a new brand of lotion. He loved, obsessed, noticing all the sweet little details about you, it was his favorite thing to do. It was his due diligence to study you like it was a religion, a discipline, if you will.

Through his meticulous research on you, he couldn’t help but also notice the even smaller, more scandalous details of how your skirt would ride up your thighs, or how your cleavage would peak out of your shirt when you leaned over. It drove him absolutely insane.

Again, he didn’t mean for his crush on you to develop so intensely! But god, you took up the space in his mind like stars take up the night sky.

It started innocent enough, but eventually Yuuta started sneaking little photos of you here and there when you were hanging out, times when you were off in a daze and he knows you aren’t paying attention. Over time Yuuta finds himself with a bit of a collection. Admiring your beauty, just for his own eyes to keep.

He never thought using these photos of you to pump his cock as he ruts into his mattress in the middle of the night.

Yuuta groaned as he imagined his hands groping at your plump ass, feeling up the curve of your hips, making his way up towards your soft tits. He thought about your mouth. Your perfect little pouty lips, always looking so delicious when you wore your favorite chapstick or lipgloss. He imagined how his tongue would feel sliding along yours, how your spit would taste in his mouth, how he’d swallow your moans if you gave him the chance.

‘God, I’m a fucking degenerate’, Yuuta thought as he squeezed his leaky dick, precum making a mess as he groaned into his pillow.

Yuuta can’t help but imagine how perfect your pussy would be. How nice and tight it would feel on his sensitive tip, how plush and swollen your lips would be. He thought about how you’d take him so good, how you’d bottom out on his cock so easily. Yuuta could just taste your pussy. How sweet it would be on his tongue and how he’d pound into you so fucking hard. You’d remember nothing but his aching cock, he’d make sure of it.

Yuuta zoomed into a picture where your tits looked particularly nice as he fisted his dick desperately, biting his bottom lip as he bucked his hips into his hand.

“F-Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck fuuuuuck.”

His eyes rolled back and he came hard to the thought of your dripping pussy around his thick needy cock. He imagined how good he’d fill you up, pump you full of his cum and breed you until you were satisfied.

His dick twitched as cum gushed out onto his stomach, cock spent as it became limp and his breathing slowed.

Yuuta sleepily unlocked his phone again as he stared at his photos of you. The screen illuminated his smile as he gave your photo a soft kiss. He held his phone to his chest, drifting off to sleep to the thought of you.

[amymbona]

I don't like to read about Patrick being mean during sex, as a virgin, that makes me kind of sad whenever I read something about that

SOF DOM PATRICK >>>>> mean patrick

I'm 100% with you on that one! As a virgin myself (who's kinda afraid of men irl) I don't like reading about characters being too violent or mean :(

But I think Patrick would be the most attentive and kindest dom ever :( he'd have a younger girl, definitely, because he's still a bit childish - and maybe that his psychological problem, that even in his thirties, he's behaving as if he was twenty - and that's why the two of you click instantly. He needs to have a sense of security and he has that by being in control.

You don't mind letting him take the lead, as your age makes you a bit shy in most manners, but Patrick is there to show you all of it. He can get a bit rough sometimes, it's part of his nature, like he's a dog that needs to bite into something to fully feel it, but I wholeheartedly believe this man would dedicate literal hours to aftercare.

Something hurts? Sore throat from when you took his whole dick in? Unable to close your legs? Don't even think about getting up from bed. He's pampering you and treating you like a goddamn princess. You're his treasure, for God's sake, the most valuable thing in his whole life, of course he is worried about your well being.

[idontgiveaflyinggrayson69]

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Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 & KO / @thirteenisles

Tagging: @smileysvech @pyotrkochetkov @hoesforthecanes @hockeywritingcollection

Relationship: Andrei x Kat

Warning: Smut. Unprotected sex (wrap it up kids). Cum play

Summary: Flashback to the first time Kat and Andrei fuck without a condom.

Word Count: 5.8k

Comments: Tiff and Katie asked for more Kat and Drei, so they get more Kat and Drei! (Also I know we’re all secretly happy sad that the Canes are eliminated so here’s a little something to cheer people up) Hope you guys enjoy!!! 

(c) nat g. 2023 // do not repost, do not claim as your own

March 2022

No matter what, if Andrei wasn’t playing on a Friday or Saturday night and he was home, they always had a movie night. Kat always looked forward to those days, getting Andrei all to herself after a long week of hockey, one of the few days she didn’t have to share him with the city of Raleigh, not that she was complaining, they both loved the city, the fans, and their passion. But it was nice to have him all to herself.

This week they were watching What’s Your Number. Kat picked it out. Andrei wasn’t exactly paying attention but he grasped it was another romcom. How could he pay attention when Kat was in nothing more than a pair of his boxers and one of his Canes shirts he outgrew and it had been over a week since he last felt her sweet pussy around his cock.

They had been on the road and when he tried to sneak out to see Kat in the middle of the night Jordo had walked him back to his room. He tried desperately to convince Jordo to let him go, but there was no negotiating with him. It was the night before a back to back and Jordo didn’t need their star up all night because his girl worked for the team.

But the joke was on Jordo because he was up late anyway sexting Kat all the things he was going to do to her once they got back to Raleigh.

But, because the universe was a cruel being, he strained his groin during the second half of the back to back. It wasn’t bad, just a tweak, but Kat shooed off his every advance since.

“You need rest,” she said.

“I don’t want you to over work yourself,” she said.

“It would be worth it, Kisa,” he said, but she wouldn’t have it.

Which brought them to Friday, spending their night off watching What’s Your Number on her living room couch, more than a week since the last time he had her.

It was a good movie, or good background sound anyway. He saw it out of the corner of his eye as he watched Kat. Her skin was warm as he rested his hand on her knee before dragging it upward, his thumb rubbing soft circles. He was young, wound tight from hockey, and he finally got the girl he had been after since he entered the league, of course every chance he got he was going to try to get some.

She had picked the movie, but it was secondary to him. Everything was always secondary to him. They had been together, officially, for just over a year, but, God, she could never get enough of him. It was crazy how she could go from indifferent toward him to insatiable. But he had truly and irreversibly wiggled his way into her life.

Not that Kat complained as she let her legs part a little more to give him more room, which he greedily accepted as he trailed his hand higher on her thigh till he found the edge of his own boxers.

“Drei,” she whined softly, her voice was like honey. “We’re supposed to be watching the movie.”

“I’m watching something better,” he hummed, his accent thick before he leaned in and softly kissed the exposed skin of her neck. She smelt like the vanilla bodywash she had been using and he wanted to drown himself in her scent. Kat tilted her head to give him more room and she hummed softly, her eyes fluttering close. “It’s been too long,” he added, even if it hadn’t been, his voice muffled by her skin.  

“Well, that’s not my fault,” she replied. “You’ve been sore from the game.”

“I’m not sore anymore,” he told her and nipped at her jaw before he smoothed it over with his tongue.

She let out a soft moan before she turned towards him and she wrapped her arms around his neck as she straddled his lap, pressing her hips into his. “No? You’re not sore anymore?” She asked and brushed her lips over his, humming as she teased him.

He caught her lips in a proper kiss, shamelessly gripping her ass to pull her closer as he moaned into the kiss. “Not even a little bit.”

She rolled her hips against him. “That’s good,” she hummed before kissing him deeply. He was never going to get enough of her lips and his fingers dug into her ass as he tried to pull her closer. She was his girl. His woman.

Kat could feel it as he hardened beneath her and she continued to grind down on his cock, moaning into his mouth the harder he got. “Sure you’re still watching the movie, sólnyshka?” He teased and his lip twitched up as he slipped the tips of his fingers past the band of her shorts.

“What movie?” She replied with a smirk before she nipped at his bottom lip, and he breathed a laugh before he kissed her again, gently kneading her ass.

Kat was gentle as she gentle dragged her nails down the back of his neck and she giggled when he shivered, but her giggle turned into a breathy moan as he brushed his fingers over her clothed pussy. It was his turn to chuckle as he slowly rubbed her, feeling the heat of her through the shorts, his shorts. “What? Not laughing anymore, sólnyshka?”

“Right there, Drei,” Kat moaned softly, her nails softly digging into his skin.

“Oh, here?” His touch was light and he purposely ignored her clit, wanting her to beg for it. Kat, his Kat, was so strong and assertive and he loved when she told him just how much she wanted him, just how much she needed him.

She kissed him again, rocking her hips against his hand as she tried to move his fingers to where she wanted them most. He bit her lower lip hard enough to make her whine and smirked as he releases it, “tell me where, sólnyshka.”

“Touch my clit, Andrei,” she whined. “Please.”

He hummed as he smirked and leaned back to give himself more room before he slipped his hand into the front of her shorts. He groaned at how wet she was, running his fingers over her slit before he rubbed soft, lazy circles on her clit. “Fuck, you are so wet for me.”

“Only for you, Andrei,” she moaned. He was the only man that could make her feel this good.

“I need to taste you,” he groaned as he circled his finger over her entrance. “Been too long since I’ve had my mouth on your sweet pussy; spent the whole roadie dreaming of your taste, Kisa.”

“Yeah?” She bit her lip, “you know what I want from you?”

“What, Kisa?” He hummed, just barely pressing his finger into her as he ate her alive with his eyes.

She leaned in, brushing her lips against his ear, her voice soft as honey, “I want you to cum inside me tonight.”

He froze and his jaw went slack as his cock throbbed. She didn’t— He had to have heard her wrong. Fuck the thought alone had him squeezing his eyes shut with a moan as he imagined how warm and wet and perfect she would be around his bare cock. “Kat,” his voice was broken. “You’re serious?”

“Very much so,” she whispered and pulled back to look at him, dragging her nails down the back of his neck. “I want to feel you, all of you. I want to feel you cum inside me, want you to fill me up till it leaks out,” her voice was soft as she twirled a piece of his hair between her fingers.

“Jesus Christ, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he mumbled in Russian before he kissed her deeply, tangling his fingers in her hair to pull her closer. “You feel what you do to me, Kisa? Feel how hard you make me?”

“Yes,” she breathed as she rocked against him. “Fuck, yes, I do.”

“Fuck, all I want is to sink into you and fuck you right now, feel your sweet perfect pussy around my cock. But no.” He had to taste her first and he pulled his hand from her shorts and lifted them to her mouth, brushing her wetness over her lips. She wrapped her lips around his fingers, her eyes fluttering shut as she sucked them clean. “Good girl,” he murmured before he kissed her deeply, licking the taste of her off her tongue.

She moaned into the kiss, rolling her hips against his, “take me to bed, Andrei.” He didn’t need to be told twice and he easily stood up, both hands on her ass as he carried her to bed to have his way with her.

“Oh—” Kat gasped when Andrei dropped her on the bed. He looked at her for half a second before he slipped his fingers into the band of her shorts and pulled them down her legs and he groaned when he finally got his eyes on her. It really had been too long.

His shirt was next to go and he tossed it aside before he knelt between her legs and pushed her shirt up. He was never going to get tired of just looking at her, she was so beautiful. His gaze alone makes her shiver in delight. He always made her feel wanted. His touch was gentle as he ran his hand up her calf. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured and kissed just above her knee.

“So are you, Andrei,” she said and she propped her head up a pillow so she could see him better.

He sucked a mark onto her inner thigh and smoothed it over with his tongue before he looked up at her, “you think I’m beautiful?”

“Beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, handsome,” she listed as she ran her fingers through his hair, and he was quick to kiss her inner wrist.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispered in Russian and kissed her before she could question what he said. Her Russian was getting better, but some things would remain secret, even if she hated his little Russian secrets. “Should I give you another hatty?” He asked against her lips. “Make you nice and wet for my cock?”

“Whatever you want Andrei. I’m yours,” she replied and tried to pull him closer.

“Okay, Kisa,” he kissed her again before he began to trail his lips down her throat to her chest. He knew she didn’t like visible marks, but he left one about her collarbone before he trailed his tongue down her chest and around her nipple. “Fuck your breasts,” he groaned and playfully nipped at the soft flesh.

She let out a loud whine, “oh god.” He was so attentive and made her feel like she was on fire in the best way and when he looked up at her with those dark eyes she literally melted.

“Just me, Kisa,” he smirked and flattened his tongue over her nipple before he blew softly. “You should stop wearing clothes around the apartment.”

“But then I’d never get any work done,” her voice was breathy as she tried to laugh.

“Oh, I think we’d get plenty done,” he smirked and took her nipple between his lips and he used his fingers to give her other equal attention. His hands were so big they completely cover her breasts but he loved it, he loved every inch of her body from the beauty marks on her face, to the freckles on her chest, the dimples in her thighs, and scars on her knees. He loved every part of her. Every part of her was perfect and he was thankful to have any piece of her. He was always going to show her just how much he loved and appreciated her and he sucked gently on her nipple before he switched sides, ensuring they received equal attention.

“Fuck, Drei…” she moaned his name softly. She felt herself get even more wet as he worshipped her breasts.

He moaned against her skin, eyes closed as he focused, grinding his hips into the bed to get a little relief for himself. She made him so hard, she always had. He had been into her since day one, she drove him crazy in the best ways. But now that he had won her over, she felt the same. She couldn’t get enough of Andrei.

Slowly he pulled back and dragged the trip of his tongue down her stomach as he settled between her legs. He’d spend all day and night there if she let him. He blew over her clit and chuckled when she whined, “you are so wet for me.”

“Only for you,” she told him quickly. He was the only one who could get her worked up like this.

“Only me,” he repeated and bit her inner thigh hard enough to mark. His, he thought.

She gasped, but he soothed it over with his tongue before he eyed her pussy, the corner of his lips twitching up. He looked up at her and pursed his lips before he spat on it. She didn’t need it, she was wet enough, but he always loved the sound that left her mouth and the way she flushed when he spat on her pretty little pussy.

It was a half strangled gasp and half moan that left her lips and she arched her back as she reached down to thread her fingers through his hair. “Drei,” she moaned and tried to push his head down.

“Patience, Kisa,” he told her, looking up at her again as he slowly licked up her slit. She tossed her head back as she moaned loudly and she didn’t mean to, but her legs closed around his head as he circled the tip of his tongue around her clit.

It would be an honour to be suffocated by her, he thought, face buried against her pussy. Not a bad way to go at all.

She tugged his hair and reached behind her to grip the pillow, needing something more to hold onto. No one ate pussy like Andrei Svechnikov. No one.

His eyes closed as he focused on her clit and only on her clit, swirling his tongue around her bud as he sucked softly, driving her absolutely crazy before he dipped his head down to fuck her with his tongue, nose buried in her sweet cunt so the only thing he could taste and smell was her. It was obscene the things he could do with his mouth. And moaned against her like she was a meal sent from heaven just for him, enjoying it almost as much as she was.

She ground her hips against him and he only pulled her closer as he tried to bury his tongue deeper in her, his hands gripping her thighs, digging his fingers into her skin. Andrei loved to mark her up, loved to litter her skin with reminders of who made her feel good, who worshipped her body. He wanted everyone to know she was his, that he was hers.

It wasn’t like they weren’t so obviously together. Everyone knew she was his, but he just loved seeing the bruised road map of what he did to her the night before; he loved to retrace his lips over the marks the next day and remind her that he was the only one who could make her feel this good, and that no other man could or would.

Slowly he looked up at her, his brown eyes darker with lust. His cock was aching to be in her, but he wanted her to cum on his tongue first, needed her to cum on his tongue first. She was close, he could feel it as she fluttered around his tongue. “Oh, God, Andrei, please, baby,” she got out between broken moans.

He hummed against her and switched back to focusing on her clit, sucking as he traced the tip of his tongue over the bud just the way she liked. “Oh fuck— oh fuck.” Her moans got louder the closer she got until she came hard, her grip tightening on his hair as she rolled her hips against his mouth, moaning so loud it echoed in the room.

Andrei groaned as he felt her cum against him and he slowed his tongue to draw it out, his eyes closed in concentration. He truly would never get enough of her taste. He could drown in her cum and it wouldn’t be enough. When her grip loosened on his hair, he forced her legs wider and dipped his tongue down to gather her cum and he moaned louder at the sweet taste of her before he focused back on her clit. One wasn’t enough for him. One was never enough for Andrei, he needed at least three or maybe even four. He needed to have her shaking and pussy sensitive from his tongue.

“Jesus, fuck, Andrei,” she moaned and tried to close her legs out of sensitivity, but he was so much stronger than her and he pulled back as he forced her thighs open, a smirk playing on his cum coated lips before he pinched her clit between his fingers, making her squeal. “Oh fuck no— Ah—” was all she managed to get out because she was so sensitive and he knew how easily it would be to make her cum again.

“No?” He repeated and pinched her clit again with a smirk, his tongue darting out to lick over her cum coating his lips.

She gripped the sheets underneath her, so incredibly close and when he did it again, she came with a loud “fuck!”

He swallowed as he watched her and slowly rubbed her clit to draw her high out. “Again? So quickly? Oh, Kisa,” he hummed but he smirked as he watched her with hungry eyes.

Her thighs shook from the intensity of it and she bit her lip and whimpered, “so sensitive.”

��So soon?” He teased. He had only given her two and he knew she was capable of many, many more than that. Kat nodded, her skin flushed, but he wasn’t done with her, not yet, and he continued to softly rub her clit as he looked up at her.

She could feel her high building again from his lazy rubbing of her clit and she whined softly, her hips bucking into his hand. It was good, but she needed him to fuck her, needed him to fill her up.

“Andrei please,” she begged and he laughed against her thigh before he bit it again, leaving another mark in her soft perfect skin.

“Tell me what you need baby? Tell me what you want?” He knew exactly what she was after, but he wanted to hear her say it again.

“For you to fuck me,” she begged, lifting her hips. “I want to feel you.”

“Yeah? Want my cock in your tight little pussy, sólnyshka?” He bit the inside of her other thigh, happy to cover her in reminders of him.

Her voice caught in her throat before she nodded. It was a wonder she once considered herself to be a dominant before he ruined her. “I need your cock,” she told him breathlessly.

“And I need my hatty,” he hummed as he continued to rub her clit. Just as soon as she gave him another. She was so soft and wet under his touch and he quickened his fingers as he laid his other arm over her hips to keep her still.

She came with no warning, tugging his hair as she struggled against the arm over her hips as she clenched around nothing. “Please,” she whined as she rocked her hips up. “Want to feel your thick cock, Drei. Want to feel you cum and fill me up.”

He crawled back up to her, wrapping his hand around her throat, and he smirked as she arched into him, her eyes momentarily fluttering shut. “And you’ll get to feel it, you’ll get to feel all of me,” he told her and pressed his hips to hers as he kissed her deeply.

She moaned loudly into his mouth. It was the most she had ever felt him. He usually pulled back to get a condom, giving her but a moment of his cock resting against her, but not this time. This time it was a promise for what was the come and she hooked her leg around his hip and pulled him closer.

He rutted against her as he controlled the kiss. “Mine, all mine,” he muttered between kisses, his cock easily gliding between her folds.

“All yours,” she agreed and roughly gripped his shoulders, dragging her nails across his skin. “Andrei, please.”

“I got you baby, I got you.” He kissed Kat again before he sat up, wrapping his hand around his cock and he stroked himself a few times before he tapped his cock against her clit. “You ready?”

She nodded and reached down to cover his hand with hers to guide him to her entrance, fluttering at the feeling of his tip against her. He slowly pressed into her, his eyes rolling back as he swore in Russian. It was so much better than using a condom, she was so tight, warm, and wet and fuck—

He really had to think of something, anything, else because he’d cum too soon.

Her leg tightened around his hip and she moaned loudly as she fluttered around him. There was no barrier between them, just them, just him, buried deep inside her. Her nails dug into his shoulder as she tried to pull him closer. Even nothing between them wasn’t enough, she needed him closer.

He gripped her leg and hiked it over his hip to get himself deeper, moaning as she clenched around him and he started thrusting slow and deep, his eyes closed as he focused on the feeling of her alone.

“Yes, God yes,” she cried, her back arching as she closed her eyes. He filled her in the best ways, in the most indescribable ways.

“Fuck.” He could barely think of anything other than how good she felt around him. He muttered in Russian how good and perfect she was. She could only understand bits and pieces, but she opened her eyes and her pussy clenched at the sight of him. Andrei’s chest was flushed, his eyes squeezed shut, and his lips parted as he moaned, completely lost in the feeling of her. It was the hottest thing she had ever seen.

She couldn’t help but pull him closer and kiss him deeply, moaning into his mouth. “Feel so good, Drei,” she told him dreamily. “So fucking good.”

“Kisa, you feel like a fucking dream,” he groaned, kissing her again. He’d never tire of her lips.  

She moaned in agreement and bit at his bottom lip. She loved how absolutely wrecked he is. “You gonna cum for me, Drei? Gonna cum in my pussy?”

“Not until you cum first,” he replied and bit at her bottom lip, watching as it slapped back against her. “I wanna feel you cum around my cock.”

She nodded and trailed her hand down to her clit but before she could touch herself, Andrei knocked her hand away to rub her clit, groaning as she clenched around him. He was so close and he bit his lip to control himself. She needed to cum first. He needed to know the feeling of her cumming on his cock.

“Come on, Kisa. I want you to cum, want to feel your pretty pussy cum around my cock. Want to see the bliss on your face and hear my name rolling off your tongue,” his voice was breathy as he thrusted harder, deeper.

Her nails dug deeper into his shoulders and he knew they’d leave a mark but he didn’t care, he loved it, loved when she got possessive over him enough to mark him. “Don’t stop,” she told him breathlessly. “Don’t fucking stop.”

“I’m not gonna stop, not gonna stop till you’re cumming around my cock and I’m filling you with my cum and—” he cut himself off with a bite of his tongue. For a brief moment he couldn’t help but think and knock you up.

His hips stuttered as he thought it, eyes momentarily dropping down her body. Kat could see it in his eyes and it sent her over the edge, her nails raking down his back as she came hard, her eyes rolling back with a long moan of his name.

Andrei squeezed his eyes shut and his hips stuttered as she clenched around him, her cum dripping down his balls, but he continued to fuck her through her orgasm. She will always cum first. Always.

She could feel her high start to roll into another and she dug her heel into his lower back to try to get him closer. “Fill me up, Drei,” she moaned, her voice breathless in his ear.

He leaned down and kissed her lazily, so close it only took a few more thrusts before his hips stuttered and he filled her up with his cum. He moaned loudly into her mouth and she hungrily swallowed it and she tried to pull him closer as she came again, moaning just as loud as she fluttered around him. She was so warm, so full, so good, he thought, and when he broke the kiss to rest his forehead on her shoulder, his chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath.

Kat was gentle as she rubbed his shoulders. “God,” he groaned as he rested more of his weight on her.

“Feel good?” She laughed softly and gently ran her fingers through his hair.

“So good,” he agreed and he kisses her softly. “You’re so good.”

Kat smiled into the kiss, “you liked it a lot?”

He could only hum. He’d stay in her all night if she let him, but he didn’t want to crush her, so, as much as he didn’t want to, he gently pulled out, both of them wincing at the loss. “I loved it,” he told her.

She frowned at the loss of him and when he rolled onto his back, she rolled with him, pressing herself up against his thigh. “I did too,” she confessed.

“I think we’ll have to do it again… in about… ten minutes,” he grinned cheekily next to her.

“Ten minutes?” She bit her lip and lightly ran her nail down his chest, smirking as his muscles clenched under her touch. “You’re slacking. I thought one of the pros to dating younger was a fast rebound time.”

“Listen woman…” he gripped her chin and made her looks at him. “Your pussy is magic and sometimes it quite literally drains me away so maybe I need a few extra minutes.” Kat scrunched her nose up in disagreement, but it didn’t last long as he slid his hand down in between them, the tips of his fingers brushing her clit. “But that just means I have to pay you more attention in the meantime.”

Kat’s smirk fell as he brushed her clit with the tips of his rough finger. She was really sensitive and his fingers were big and rough and she instinctively rolled onto her back to give him more space, but he wasn’t after her clit. No, he shifted down till he was between her legs and he smirked as he looked up at her. His cum was leaking out of her. “Well we can’t have this…” he said before he scooped their cum on his fingers and pressed it back into her. “Gotta keep this inside you.”

Her breath caught in a gasp and she clenched around his fingers. He didn’t want her to waste his cum. And just when she thought he couldn’t get any hotter he proved her wrong as he licked his lips and he looked up at her, “can’t have it go to waste, right, Kisa?”

“No, we can’t,” she agreed and let her legs fall open more. She bit her lip as she watched him, “I wonder what it tastes like, your cum mixed with mine.”

He hummed and his gaze alone made her shiver. “Guess we have to find out,” he told her and he slowly pulled his fingers out and looked at her as he sucked his fingers clean. He moaned at the taste before he pressed them into her again and pulled them out and held them out to her. “How about you have a taste and be the judge.”

Kat hungrily took his fingers and her eyes closed as she licked them clean with a satisfied moan. “Tastes good right? You and me together?” He asked as he pulled his fingers from her mouth with a lewd pop and kissed her deeply, licking the taste of them from her mouth.

She moaned louder and pulled him flush against her. She could feel he was hardening again and she rolled her hips into his. “Very good,” she agreed.

“Yeah?” He asked as he took himself into his hand.

“So very good,” she repeated, holding his gaze and he guided himself into her again.

“The fucking best,” he agreed, his accent heavy. She moaned loudly, not caring if the neighbours heard through the window he left open. “I could spend the rest of my life buried in your sweet pussy,” he said softly in Russian. “You’re all I want; all I’ve ever wanted.”

He figured all she could pick up was maybe a few words, but he was wrong. She had been learning Russian, lessons stolen she could, and she understood every word he said. “You’re all I want, too,” she repeated back to him between thrusts and pulled him impossibly closer.

They were practically fused together, him buried so deep, and all he could smell was her, sweat and sex. He was more rocking into her than anything else, so close and intimate and she was so close again, so desperate to cum again. He was so deep, hitting her g-spot with every thrust. He was gonna fill her up again, make her cum.

“Drei,” she moaned as she clung to him. “My Drei.”

“Yours, Kisa, I’m yours,” he moaned, so close himself, but she had to cum first.

It only took a few more rock of his hips before she came again, moaning into his neck. It wasn’t as strong as her other highs, but it was still good, so intimate, and it was enough to send Andrei over the edge as well. He spilled into her with a loud moan of her name and filled her up with his cum. It was so good, so warm, and she didn’t think she could go back now that she had fully had him.

He let out a shaky breath and slowly rested his weight against her before he kissed her softly. “I love you so much,” he whispered against his lips.

“I love you more,” she whispered back.

He shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. “Impossible,” he breathed and kissed her again before she could argue. She hummed against his lips. She’d let him have it this time. He certainly loved her longer, but she fell harder.

After a few moments of basking in the afterglow he pulled out, shushing her softly before he got up and headed to the bathroom to start a bath for the two of them to clean them up. “You good baby?” He asked when he came back, stroking her cheek.

“Very good,” she smiled sleepily at him as she leaned into his touch. “But I don’t think we’ll be needing any more condoms.”

He raised his eyebrows as he bent down and easily scooped her up in his arms, “yeah? No more condoms?”

“No more,” she hummed. “I don’t want anything between us anymore.”

He grinned as he sat her down on the edge of the tub. “I can get on board with that,” he said and quickly tested the water to make sure it was warm enough before he gently placed her in the water. He followed a moment later as he settled behind her. “I’ll throw the condoms out later.”

“Or you can just give it to the rookies,” she offered, making him laugh.

“Oh, Kisa, that’s generous. But none of them will be able to fit,” he laughed as he let his hand rest on her stomach.

She laughed with him. “An even better reason to give it to them,” she said as she looked over her shoulder at him. “Tell them they’re too small for you.”

He laughed louder as he nodded. She truly was the one for him. “I’ll toss them out like confetti.”

“You do that, big boy,” she smiled and rested her head back against his shoulder. She hummed when he kissed her cheek and he smiled to himself before he lathered a cloth up with Kat’s vanilla bodywash and began to wash her up. He was gentle as he ran the cloth over her; he was always so gentle, always cherishing her body, thankful for every time she let him touch her.

He started with her arms as he went up to her shoulders before he dipped under her arms and down her chest. He paid special attention to her chest as he washed her, and when he smiled at her whimper, she gave his chest a shove. His laugh made her chest warm and he held the cloth in his hand as he looked at her, so incredible in love with her.

Once they were both clean, he helped her out of the tub and wrapped her in a fluffy towel. They both brushed their teeth before they used the bathroom and Andrei helped Kat to bed, her towel forgotten on the floor in favour of his arms.

She could still feel his cum leaking out of her, but it only made her smile as she snuggled closer, a piece of him still buried inside her.

[creedslove]

TEASING JOEL MILLER AT THE GYM 🍓 - HEADCANONS

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: I had to do it, based on this ask here besties

• You and Joel got into the healthy habit of going to the gym together, it was something that started out without a lot of commitment as neither of you were so into working out, but as the time passed and you both saw how good going to the gym was and how it was another way of spending time together during your very busy schedules, you both ended up taking it more seriously than intended

• twice a week, you would go straight from home to meet him at the gym while he went from work, in the late hours of the morning, right before lunch, you would work out together for at least some minutes before you went back on with your day and Joel did the same

• it was an agreement that worked just fine, until the day you seemed to have woken up extremely horny, not sure why was that, perhaps it was the way Joel pounded you into the mattress the night before, his big hands wrapping around your neck and holding you down as he groaned and your cunt squeezed around his thick cock

• he had been so intense, just the memory of it in the morning was enough to make your walls clenching and you noticed how sensitive your clit was

• you wanted more of Joel, his touch, his smell, his taste, you wanted everything of him, you craved it, you needed it but he had gone to work way too early

• which left you with the possibility of touching yourself, it seemed appealing, a good way of satisfying your needs and putting an end to that aching feeling between your legs

• or you could tease him at the gym...

• the attire you picked was simple: training sneakers, sports bra, a big shirt and yoga pants... No panties however

• you knew the moment you bent over Joel would notice you going commando under your pants, and boy you couldn't wait to see his reaction

• getting in your car and driving to the gym got you in a mix of excitement and lust, you just couldn't wait to see Joel

• so the moment you caught him at the door, you rushed to him, greeting your handsome boyfriend with a peck on the lips and giggling as you ran your hands down his arms

• he eyed you up and down, he just knew you were up to no good at the mischievous look in your face

• but as the two of you walked inside and got into your regular spots, he saw as you did your stretching exercises and then took your big shirt off

• and the moment you bent over, Joel's eyes widened at the realization you weren't wearing panties

• not only that, you were wearing the thinnest see through yoga panties you could find

• and each time you did any kind of exercise you would spread your legs as wide as you could and that was maddening Joel, because each passing moment his cock seemed to be growing harder and harder and god, he wanted to punish you for being such a dirty filthy little whore

• when you see his working out grunts stop, you just turn around, looking at him and smirk

"what happened?"

"restroom, now!"

• he grits between his teeth and you drop everything you're doing in order to obey him; walking to the restroom without a word and you immediately feel his hands pushing you inside gently

• he takes you to the shower and locks you both inside, making sure you are both hidden

"What the fuck were you thinking, huh? You would walk around with your pussy barely covered and get away with it? Behaving like a whore? So I'll treat you like a damn whore"

• so Joel turned you around and got on his knees behind you, his hands cupping your ass cheeks as he slapped them and kneaded them, you were so tempting he wanted to have a taste of you

• he lowered your yoga panties, just enough to reveal your bare holes for him, spreading your cheeks wide he could see you glistening from arousal and anticipation as he blew some air into your cunt, seeing you shuddering and the goosebumps spreading all over your skin

• he slapped your cheeks and loved watching them wiggling softly

"you're a fucking little whore for me, baby girl, I love you and your sexy body"

• Joel purred against your skin, kissing your cheeks gently and spreading them even wider this time, his tongue was ready to tease you the way he loved it

• Joel's tongue ran all over your slit and going to your rear entrance, feeling you whimpering and moaning softly at his ministrations

• he wetted your both holes, using his tongue to alternate between them, teasing you, tasting you and eating you out as you gripped his curls, making sure his face wouldn't move away from you

• his hands held you by the hips, and then gripped your inner thigh, positioning his right hand right in front of your hungry cunt

"rub yourself on me, baby girl, fuck yourself in my hand"

• he told you before coming back to eating your holes, he loved your obscene soft moans, he played you like a game and he won every time

• he felt your clit rubbing quickly against his hand and chuckled, at the same time you clenched around his tongue and your legs shook softly, as your orgasm came rushing and washing over you as Joel made sure to continue eating you out through it

• you had to rest against the wall frame, but Joel didn't give you a break, he was already spreading your cheeks again and shoving his cock into your tight wet cunt and fucking you while his hand covered your mouth, so he would muffle your sounds

• he was going crazy as you milked his cock and the moment Joel came into you, he smirked, kissing your neck and whispering dirty nothings into your ear

• because there was nothing he loved more than having you being his delicious little slut

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[mystsee]

DRIFTED ✦ SIMON GHOST RILEY

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✦ about: being around simon again felt surreal, but duty calls = past memories flood back ;(

✦ content: afab reader, fluff, breakup mentions, no mask, no mentions of y/n.

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opening your eyes, a strong smell of pancakes hit you, making your stomach rumble. sleeping more than 15 hours was making you feel like you had an empty hole in your stomach. at first, you thought lily was cooking for you, it was very usual that lily stayed over in your flat. but this sight you were not expecting it at all!

as you stood up, you forgot about your leg, you felt the pain creep up, but you made it wincing up to the door, feeling pain on your hip now, but hunger was making you desperate!

when you opened the door, you froze. you saw simon, with no shirt on, his back to you, cooking pancakes, for you? you had no idea he stayed over, in fact, you don’t remember very good what happened yesterday, this was quite the surprise.

you stood there for god knows how long, thinking you were being discrete, but you must’ve known by now simon has a 6th sense “see anything you like” his deep voice alone made you squirm on your spot. when did he saw you?

but you woke up confident today, not even thinking the slightest before you talked “what can i say? i’ve always loved your back” simon was taken a back for a second, maybe the meds were still on you.

“why are you even up? you shouldn’t walk by yourself” simon knew you wouldn’t do what the doctor told you and stand up by yourself hence why he was shirtless.

“i can! look, just give me a minute” simon turned and saw you taking one step at a time, not wanting to show your limping, and just laughed to himself, if there was one thing you would never ask for, is for help.

simon turned off the stove and walked over to you “will you ever ask for help?” just when simon was in front of you, your leg decided to stop functioning for a second, making you almost fall over, but once again, simon put his hands around your back, making stand up in front of his chest.

you got distracted for a second, just admiring his chest from here, you could sleep in there for ever! you felt simon nudge you by poking you on your left side of your waist, he knew you were way too ticklish, so you made a very embarrassing shriek “simon!” you said trying to move away from him, but he had very strong arms which you loved “don’t do that” you said pouting.

“then stop trying to hurt yourself love” there was that nickname again, and the blush coming up your neck. even more when suddenly simon put his arms around your thighs and picked you up. “wha-what are you doing?!” simon just started walking to your kitchen, you felt one of his hands on your waist, and the other under your thighs. maybe on the outside you were acting shocked, but you were enjoying this.

“i’m not done cooking” you were so close to him now, that you could feel his deep voice resonating on his chest, again, you could sleep here forever. simon put you on top of the counter next to the stove. he stayed in between you for a few seconds, maybe he is going to say something you thought but he just moved to turn on the stove again.

after a very nice and full breakfast with simon, you told him you would clean the dishes, he obviously refused, but a phone call suddenly sounded on your flat. simon just took a deep breath “sorry love, need to take that” he sounded disappointed “sure, no problem!” now you could clean the dishes simon making a whole breakfast for you was making you feel guilty because you never helped at all :(

by the time you finished cleaning, simon emerged out of your room, you couldn’t read his body language, but the air in the room changed. “come ‘ere, just leave that” simon picked you up again. shrieking you said “stop picking me up simon!” you said in between nervous laughs “if i don’t do this, you’ll try walking all by yourself” he just knew you so well…

he lowered you to your sofa, sitting next to you. he put you sideways, so when he sat, your ankles could lay on his lap. you felt his hands massage your ankles softly miracle hands “uh” simon seemed nervous “what?” you said with a small laugh “i need to leave love” for a second, you felt all the blood drain from you, was he leaving you, for you good? you knew it was too good to be true. him being here with you again, he probably felt bad for you

“leaving? what do you mea-“

“i mean that i’m being deployed, for a month”

-

simon remembers this was the exact reason you two broke up, it was hard being with someone you could see just for a week, or days sometimes. he understood that, and you were in all your right to do that.

“simon, i’m sorry, it’s just too much” simon saw you all cuddled up in the couch, he just came back from deployment, and the first thing he saw was you, the tv off, a numb gaze to the wall. anxiety building in his stomach. he knew something was wrong ever since he left.

“what do you mean?” he kneeled in front of you grabbing your legs, extending them to the floor so he could lay his hands on your knees “every time you leave, i’m worried sick about you, i can barely see you now!”

that was true, he could barely see you now that he was promoted to lieutenant, meaning he had to be more time on base, deployed, working, etc. while he was happy to be ranked up to this level, he knew your relationship was slowly dying.

he could feel you shaking from where he was, the way he could also feel your next words “i don’t think i’m prepared for this simon, i just can’t”

simon felt all the air on him leave, he saw it coming, yet he never thought of how would he react. he just moved his hands from your knees, and just stared at your legs “i’m sorry simon, i know i always told you i would never leave, but, it’s hard for me” he saw the tears threatening to fall again.

breaking up with him was a very hard decision you made. simon was your life, your love and happiness, you knew deep down this was a bad decision. but it was too much. anxiety was worse everytime he left. not joking, every time he left you felt like 15 years of your life passed. your anxiety was just way too bad. you couldn’t eat, you couldn’t sleep. it was like your soul left with him, which was such a weird feeling for you perhaps it was love but you never said it out loud.

“hey, it’s okay, i understand it, a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be worried for a bastard like m-“ “you’re not a bastard simon”

you never let simon talk bad about himself, even when you’re in the middle of a breakup.

-

simon didn’t feel right all the time he was without you, like something was missing with him. yet, he dealt with it. but now, having you with him again, the need to protect you 1000x more, and having to leave again, was making him anxious

“oh” he could hear the disappointment in your voice “where will you be going?” “mexico” “hot weather huh?, will you be prepared for that?” “love, i’ve been in a desert for a month, i’m sure as hell i’ll be okay” you felt simon intense stare on you, you knew what he was thinking

“riley, please, it’s been 2 years.” you said holding his hand softly “it’s your job, who am i to stop you?” you said smiling. it was true, being a soldier was what he decided to do, and he is proud as hell for that, as well as you “just come back okay?” “promise love” “and bring me a leaf or a rock, please” you asked simon smiling at him, and who was he to deny you?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

a month without him ;’(

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[danikamariewrites]

This could be smut or not, but could you do one where the reader is just having one of those days where they just don’t like their body like stretch marks on their thighs and Rhys notices and praises and spoils them?

I accidentally read to many angsty fics and I’m in need of a pick me up lol😅

Perfect

Rhysand x reader

A/n: I went with fluff and left it a little suggestive at the end. I hope this makes you feel a little better.

Warnings: mental health struggles and body image issues

Standing in front of the mirror you hold your dress up to your body. Frowning, you place the sparkly, black garment on your vanity stool. You turn from side to side taking in your body, only dressed in your bra and underwear.

Lately, you haven't been loving the way you look. More stretch marks have appeared on your thighs and butt. You feel like your stomach is a little pudgy and the bags under your eyes stick out like a sore thumb. For the past week, you haven't been very happy with your appearance. You feel like your clothes haven't been fitting right and you've been consumed with negative thoughts about yourself.

This hasn't gone unnoticed by Rhys. Usually, you talk to him about this stuff but you hadn't yet, and he was growing more and more concerned every day. Rhys strides out of the walk-in closet buttoning his shirt when he saw you frowning at yourself in the mirror.

He walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and pulling you flush to his chest. You lean into his soft embrace as he plants a kiss on the top of your head. “What's wrong love? Talk to me.”

You let out a deep sigh through your mouth. “I'm just in one of those moods again where I hate everything about myself.” You meet his violet eyes in the mirror, they're full of sadness. “What do you hate about yourself? Tell me and I'll tell you what I love about it.”

He spins you to face him and you look down. He hooks his finger under your chin so you're looking up at him. Rhys gives you a pleading smile. You know he just wants to make you feel better and be there for you, so you oblige his request. “I have more stretch marks on my thighs and butt.”

Rhys drops to his knees, caressing your thighs, kissing the marks. “I think these are beautiful. They're like like tiger stripes, it means you're fierce.” He says with a mischievous grin. He continues kissing your thighs, giving equal love and attention to both legs. “What else love?”

“I feel like my tummy looks pudgier.” He rises a little, still on his knees. Rhys moves his hands up your legs to trace over your stomach and places them on your hips. He kisses and nips at your tummy making you giggle. “I think your tummy is perfect.” Rhys grabs at you gently, kissing you again. “And even if it is getting ‘pudgier’,” he scoffs, “then that just means there's more of you to love.”

You run your hand through his soft, raven hair as he kisses you a few more times. “Anything else bothering you darling?” You nod, “The bags under my eyes are so bad Rhys. I feel like my whole face just looks wrong.” Tears line your eyes. Rhys stands holding your face in his hands. His face solemn, “Your face is absolutely beautiful. So what if you have bags? I have them too.” You smile at each other.

“Your nose is cute as a button, your cheeks are so pinchable and kissable, gods I just love them. And your eyes.” He stares into your eyes intently. “I get lost in those beautiful eyes all the damn time. I love the way they look at me. Full of love and lust. They're kind and perfect.” You let your tears fall and pull Rhys into a tight hug.

“I love you, Rhys. So, so much baby. Thank you.” He hugs you tighter, nuzzling your neck. “I love you too y/n, darling.” You pull away and he brushes your tears away with his thumbs. “How about we skip Rita’s tonight? And I can show you just how much I love you.” He smirks, leaning in so your noses touch. “I'd like that.” your breath catching, arousal taking over your body. Closing the distance Rhys connects his soft lips with yours.

tags: @nyotamalfoy @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane

[nhlclover]

christian bale is great sparks fly au

✭ — summary: at a halloween party, rutger does his best to avoid sofia

✭ — warnings: couple instances of cursing, a guy being a creep, mentions of drinking, awkward behaviour from rutger, miscommunication

✭ — a/n: thank you to the anon that requested this i hope you enjoy! also she is a long one soz

✭ — word count: 1.56k

Rutger had now cancelled three of his and Sofia’s regular study dates. He was coming up with a variety of excuses; “Sorry, Sof, it’s boys’ night” to “Sorry, Sof, late night workout with the boys”. He felt bad but this felt like the only option to get rid of this crush he had on Sofia.

And now, tonight, he was cancelling his study date once again, however with a valid excuse this time. One of his buddies' fraternity was hosting a Halloween party that the entire team was going to. Rutger hoped this would be a good time to get over Sofia.

Sofia, on the other hand, was a little confused over Rutger’s behaviour. He was cancelling on her left and right, and when they saw each other in class, he was weirdly quiet. Part of her wondered if he had caught onto her small crush that had been developing or if he was now weirded out that he was becoming friends with his friend's younger sister.

“Hey girly, you’re coming to Noah’s Halloween party tonight, right?” Brynn asked, coming back from her afternoon biology lecture.

Sofia spun around in her desk chair, looking at her roommate. “Mmm, I don’t know. I’ve got an English essay I’m trying to wrap up.” Sofia sighs.

Brynn simply looks at her, an unimpressed look painting her face. “C’mon girly. You know you could finish that even if you get back and you’re piss drunk.”

Sofia chuckles, spinning back to look at her laptop screen. Her nearly completed essay on their newest book, Fahrenheit 451, sat open on her screen. Brynn was right, she could finish this essay in her sleep or if she was piss drunk. Plus she had already gotten her Halloween costume and it’d be a waste to not wear it.

“Okay, fine I’ll go.” Sofia agrees.

Brynn squeals, coming over to press a kiss to the top of her roommate's head.

Later that evening, Sofia and Brynn got ready together, a melody of their musical tastes playing from Brynn’s speaker. They arrived late, as Brynn said it would be embarrassing to arrive even slightly on time. The house was packed when they got there, making it hard to navigate the house. However, since it was Brynn’s boyfriend's frat, she already knew the layout.

Rutger’s eyes were immediately drawn to the girl who walked into the room. It was hard not to stare at her. She walked in, hand in hand with a brunette girl. She was smiling brightly, dodging drunk bodies that threatened to hit her.

Sofia and her friend approached one of the frat brothers, her friend laying a sloppy kiss on his lips. He scanned her, putting together her costume in his head. She was dressed as Patrick Bateman from American Psycho, albeit a feminized version. She had on a black vest and a black mini skirt, the red tie hanging loosely from her neck. She adorned the see-through raincoat, as well as an axe.

God, she looked good. The combination of her mini skirt and knee-high boots was driving Rutger wild, her legs seemingly sculpted like a goddess's own.

Rutger caught himself, forcing his eyes to avert. He knew he couldn’t think like that about Sofia.

“Sof, there is a super cute guy staring at you. Straight ahead.” Brynn said.

Sofia furrowed her brows, looking straight, but seeing no one staring at her. “Wait no, straight for me.” Brynn said.

Sofia turned around, now seeing a familiar pair of eyes staring back at her. “That’s Rutger.” Sofia tells Brynn.

“You did not tell me Rutger was this cute.” Brynn comments.

“Babe.” Noah says, disappointment lacing his tone.

“I mean in like a metaphorical sense. Like he’s cute but-”

“I’m going to go say hi.” Sofia says, excusing herself from the argument brewing.

She walked to Rutger, eyeing his costume. “Hi.” She says, stopping in front of him.

“Hey.” He says. “I like your costume.”

Sofia does a twirl, showing off the full extent. “Thank you very much. I like your wolf onesie.”

Sofia motions to his grey wolf onesie, Rutger’s cheeks flashing pink as he pulls the hood off. “It’s a group costume with Seamus, Gavin, and Luca. They’re the three little pigs and I’m the wolf.”

Sofia bites back a smile. “Very creative.”

“Hey, at least I’m not wearing a pig onesie.” Rutger said.

“Oh cause the wolf onesie is better somehow?” Sofia asked, letting out a suppressed laugh.

Her bright smile and her hearty laugh cause a sudden wave of butterflies to take flight in Rutger’s stomach. He was in deep and didn’t know how to dig himself out. He was so far failing at his plan of simply ignoring Sofia. She was too nice to ignore. Realizing this, Rutger feigns an excuse.

“Hey, I gotta go, I see one of my buddies from stats, I’m gonna go say hi.” Rutger says quickly, leaving before Sofia can even reply.

He feels his heart squeeze as he turns the corner, getting out of sight of Sofia. It physically hurt him to act this way towards Sofia. But he knew if he truly developed feelings, it would hurt him even more to not have her in his life.

The rest of the night, Rutger did his best to avoid Sofia. Whenever she entered the same room, he would slip out. He would talk to other girls, despite none of them being able to make him laugh as Sofia could.

Rutger entered the dining room, spotting Sofia. He nearly walked straight past her, a sight that he was sure to use to dispel his crush. She stood, back against the wall, a guy opposite her with a hand placed on the wall above Sofia’s head. But when he saw the look on Sofia’s face he halted. Her face showed a look of discomfort, her eyes glancing around for a familiar face or rather anyone to come and save her from this scenario.

Rutger watched as the guy's free hand went down to Sofia’s face, tucking a stray lock behind her ear. Before Rutger could even register it, his feet had brought him over to them, stopping right next to Sofia.

“Hey Sof, what’s up?” He asks, looking into her blue eyes that switched from panicked to relieved. “God, great costume! American Psycho is a great movie, I mean Christian Bale is great. Probably the best BatMan in my opinion.”

Rutger doesn’t even know the words coming out of his mouth, as they just flow, hoping to rid Sofia of the guy.

“Hey man, what the fuck?” He asks.

Rutger turns and looks at the guy dressed in a lackluster cowboy costume. “Wassup, dude?” Rutger asks.

“What the fuck is this? I was talking to her.” He says.

“Yeah? Now I’m talking to her.” Rutger says, stepping between Sofia and the guy.

“Hey, what’s you’re problem?” The guy practically sneers, placing a hand on Rutger's shoulder, pulling him to face him.

“You’re my fucking problem, creep. You’re making her uncomfortable and she doesn’t want to talk to you so back off.” Rutger tells him.

There are now eyes on them, eyes on Sofia. “You think you know everything, huh?” The guy says, stepping into Rutger, their chests bumping one another.

“Back the fuck up.” Rutger says. Rutger could feel his anger spiking, ready to swing if this guy so much as touched him one more time.

Suddenly Brendan and Mark are there, pulling the two boys back from each other. Brendan is pushing Rutger back, trying to get him to calm down, while Mark is in the other guy's face, telling him to just walk away. Mark spots Sofia, her back still pressed to the wall as she looks at Rutger.

“You okay?” Mark asks.

Sofia nods slowly, eyes still glued to Rutger who is being chastised by Brendan for nearly getting in a fight, something that surely would’ve gotten him suspended.

Luca is suddenly there, eyes going between Sofia and Rutger. “What happened?” He asks.

Mark fills him in, Sofia going to her brother, her arms finding his torso. Luca pulls her close, attempting to soothe her ragged breaths. “I’m gonna take you home.” Luca says.

He bids a quick goodbye to his friends, walking Sofia out of the living room. “Wait.” Sofia squeaks out.

The pair of them stop, Sofia turning back to Rutger. She walks up to him, still being cooled down by Brendan. He stops talking when he notices the blonde presence beside him. Sofia, not finding adequate words, wraps her arms around his torso, squeezing him tightly. She didn’t know another way to thank him for having intervened and rescued her from the guy who wasn’t taking her hints.

Sofia unlatched, looking up at Rutger's face. His eyes shone with despondency, his chest still slightly heaving with anger. She couldn’t exactly read his expression but it almost seemed like he didn’t like her. The pieces began to add up for Sofia; the canceling of their study sessions, his being quiet in class. He might have grown to dislike Sofia.

But then she remembered what Paisley had pointed out to her. All the times Rutger had gone out of his way to do something for Sofia, the little details he would remember about her, the insanely thoughtful birthday gift.

Sofia just couldn’t figure out Rutger.

[here4kpopfics]

Just A Moment | Choi San

Pairing: Choi San x reader 

Genre: comfort fluff

AU: idol!au | established relationship

Wordcount: 775

Summary: Life’s not on your side lately, and you just need a moment of peace. 

Warnings: Just sickening amounts of fluff and talks of life just sucking but nothing really mentioned. 

Rating: PG15 just to be safe.

AN: Uh, yes. Hello. I said I’d never write more than BTS and Seventeen and ONE single Yeonjun fic. But I have soft feelings after seeing San sleeping with a body pillow and being all cuddly with anyone he can cuddle with. This is for my beautiful @baljinciaga who I felt like could use some San cuddles lately. I love you, bby. I hope you like it. And thank you to @classicscreations for the banner/divider. Unedited bc I'm lazy. 

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It’s too late to be here, but you’ve been on edge all day and just need to see him. You don’t care if you get into trouble. You sent a text to Wooyoung asking if it was possible to get into the dorms and he was more than willing to help.

“Thank you, Woo. I promise I’ll be out early.” your voice waivers a little as you quietly follow the boy into the shared apartment. 

“You can stay as long as you want, y/n. You know we don’t mind. I know San would prefer it, too.” you both smile, but yours doesn’t meet your eyes as you cast them down to the floor. Wooyoung tilts his head to the side, eyebrows pinched together, as he whispers now that you’re in the apartment, “but…I feel like I gotta ask, y/n. Is everything okay?”

“Uhh,” you pause, kicking your shoes off and dropping your stuff on the kitchen counter, “I don’t actually know how to answer that? It’s just…I will be okay. Just…right now, I need him.” Wooyoung says nothing more, giving you a quick, but tight, hug, kissing your head, and heading to his own room after wishing you a goodnight. You nod as he leaves, turning to walk down the opposite hallway, towards where your heart’s been craving to be all week. 

You crack the door open as slowly as you can, trying to make as little noise as possible. The room is dark, only lit by the television that he never remembers to turn off before he falls asleep. 

Your heart wants to burst from the sight of him curled up on his side, clutching a body pillow like a lifeline. His cheek is squished against the pillow and he looks so soft and innocent in comparison to when he’s on stage being what you deemed “an absolute demon”. As much as you love him on stage, there’s nothing better than your soft and loving Choi San. 

“San?” you whisper, softly closing the door behind you. He doesn’t respond as you take your jeans off, haphazardly folding them and setting them on a chair. You grab one of his shirts that’s easily accessible and remove your own shirt, doing the same as you did with the jeans and throwing on his shirt instead. 

“San, baby?” you try again, just a little louder as you crawl into his bed and under the covers, slotting yourself on your side facing him. His arm instinctively reaches around you, pulling you close. Your arm wraps around his back, hand cradling the back of his head to tuck him under your head like you’ve done a million times. His legs find their way between yours, entangling them together. 

It takes another minute before he finally hums, inhaling your scent, and pulling his head back as he opens his eyes.

“y/n? What are you doing here?” God, his sleepy voice is way more attractive than anything in the world. You smile, pushing his hair back to kiss his forehead. 

“Wooyoung let me in. I know I’m not supposed to be here, but…” your smile fades, letting your hand slide down from his hair to cup the side of his face not against the pillow, thumb soothing over his cheekbone, “I just needed a moment with you.” 

“Did something happen?” He’s waking up a little bit more now, growing more and more concerned with every second your expression grows more and more sad. “What happened, baby?”

“Nothing,” your voice reduces to a soft squeak, “I just feel like nothing is going right and just everything sucks and…I miss you.”

“Oh, baby. I’m sorry.” 

“Nothing to be sorry for, San. Your job is your job. I know what I signed up for. Whatever this feeling is that has me so on edge is the problem. But, I can feel it lessening now that I’m here.” You don’t miss the way he grins, pulling you impossibly closer, even with the body pillow between you two. 

“Then you stay here as long as you need to, baby. Stay for as many hours, as many days, weeks, months. Stay forever if it means keeping a smile on your face.” 

“We both know that’s not possible, but I like the idea of it.” You smirk, shifting to a more comfortable position. 

“One day, baby. One day.” his words trail off as he falls back asleep rather quickly and you have the hold back on the giggle you want to make. You give his forehead another kiss as you feel yourself drifting off to sleep, finally feeling a small jolt of happiness and contentment.

Everyone deserves San cuddles. 💜💜

[formula1fanfiction]

Alex Albon / George Russell

Title: Spin the bottle part 3

Pairing: Alex Albon / George Russell

Characters: George Russell, Alex Albon, Carlos Sainz, Lando Norris, Charles Leclerc, Pierre Gasly,

Prompt: Alex finds out George would like to try a new kink during a game of spin the bottle but he has to set some ground rules first.

A/N: Part 2 of the mini series spin the bottle, the whole spin the bottle part is in Part 1 and Part 2 if you would like to read that first.

It's been exactly two weeks since George revealed in the game of spin the bottle that he would like to get fisted. It's a hot idea and Alex honest to god couldn't get the thought of having his fist inside George out of his head.

"Georgie." Alex pokes George's ribs with the toe of his sock clad foot, the Brit is currently sprawled out on the sofa watching a premier league game. "Hmm." George doesn't take his eyes off the football, someone's just scored a goal.

"Do you really want to get fisted or were you just acting slutty with Lando?" George does look at him this time. "No, I really want to get fisted, did you want to do it?" Alex's cock twitches with interest in this pants.

It's not like Alex and George are vanilla in the bedroom, far from it in fact, he's had George tied to the bed, they've used toys. The only problem George is incredibly submissive and would literally let Alex do whatever he wants and Alex just can't trust him enough to use his safe word if something hurt him.

"Hypothetically-" Alex starts but George cuts him off. "Oooh, it turns me on when you use big words." Alex glares at him. "Shut up George, this isn't the right time."

"Hypothetically, if we tried fisting and you were in immense amounts of pain, would you tap out?" Alex tries again. "I wouldn't want to disappoint you." Alex sighs. "George, you can't disappointment me. This is supposed to feel good for you too."

"I trust you to take care of me Alex, I don't really think about safe words and stuff." Alex honest to god wants to shake him. "George it's really important, what if I hurt you during a scene, what if it gets too much for you? Even if you don't enjoy something, I need to know."

"You wouldn't hurt me on purpose." Alex wants to scream at this point. "But I do hurt you on purpose, I spank you, I pull your hair and i've slapped you before." George shrugs. "I like all that stuff."

"I know George but the most important thing is keeping you safe." George nods and crawls over to Alex, plopping himself into his lap. "I trust you Alex, I want to be fisted, please, please fist me."

Alex takes George's face into his hands and looks into his eyes. "You promise me you want this and you promise me you will safe word if it gets too much." George nods eagerly. "I promise Alex, please."

"Right, we are going to use the traffic light system and at any point I think you are in pain or discomfort I will stop it all together and then I will be disappointed in you for not telling me." He feels harsh saying it like that, but it's the only way he can get through to George.

"I understand, shall we take this into the bedroom?" George doesn't wait for Alex to respond, just gets up and walks out of the lounge, dropping his t shirt on the floor in the process. Alex waits for a whole three seconds then bolts up after him.

When Alex gets up stairs George is already completely naked on the bed, his legs spread wide open, a bottle of lube in his hand. Honestly he looks like a roman god.

"How are you feeling?" Alex takes the bottle of lube from George's hand  and settles between his wide spread legs. "A little bit nervous I guess." He glances at Alex's hand. "Just the thought of having that inside of me."

"We'll take it slowly." Alex takes one of the pillows from the bed and pushes it under George's narrow hips. "What's your colour, Georgie?"  

"Green." Alex pours a generous amount of lube onto his fingers and warms it up in his palm before bringing them down to George's hole. "You need to relax." Alex tells him softly, running a soothing hand over George's thigh. "Are you ready?" George nods eagerly.

He gets the first two fingers inside easily, George relaxed and still a little open from last night's sex. He scissors the two fingers and thrusts them hard and deep. "I can take another Alex."

George whines as the third finger sinks inside, Alex keeps stroking his thigh, helping George to relax. Alex starts moving by thrusting with them slowly, running his fingers against the softness of George's inners walls, then scissors them again to help George prepare for the incoming fourth finger.

"You're such a good boy Georgie, taking my fingers so well." Alex keeps his hand on George's thigh, it's helping him to stay relaxed. George thrusts up his hips, Alex's fingers brush against his prostate, pulling the sweetest little moans from his mouth.  

"What's your colour George, I'm about to add a fourth finger?" George seems incredibly relaxed at the moment, so he's not surprised at all when George tells him it's green.

The fourth finger however, does seem to cause him a bit of pain, he scrunches up his face and grips tightly onto the bed sheets. "Still green Alex." George pants. "Just need a minute." Alex stalls his hand and whispers sweet words of praise until George nods and relaxes around him allowing the fourth to slip inside easily.

"Well done Georgie, such a good boy, look at you taking four of my fingers." George loves being praised and always responds beautifully to it. Alex can only hope a hell of a lot of praise can help him a little bit through the pain but right now George does seem very relaxed and Alex is happy to continue.

Alex rewards him by brushing his fingers over George's prostate, allowing him a little bit of pleasure before going back to the stretching, George is shaking a little bit, his skin rippled with goose pimples as Alex spreads his fingers, stretching him as wide as he possibly can with the four fingers."Colour, George?"

"Green." George gives a little sigh as Alex lets his fingers slip out all together, instead of putting lube onto his fingers he applies it directly to George's hole. "Just let me know if i'm hurting you?" George nods, withering from the coldness of the lube.

"Sorry love, I should have warmed it up first." Alex strokes his thigh in a silent apology as he works his fingers back inside, along with this thumb this time. George has only ever slept with Alex and Alex has never used more than four fingers before.

"It burns." George whimpers covering his face with the back of his hand. "Can you please give me your colour George?" George seems to be working hard to get his breathing under control, judging by the harshness of his breathing.

"Green, I don't want to stop, it feels a bit better now." George removes the hand from his face, his eyes are shining with the unshed tears gathering on his long lashes. Alex leans forward and presses a hard kiss against his temple.

"Do you want to stop Georgie?" Alex tries to keep his voice as calm as possible. George shakes his head. "Hell no, I only needed to get used to the burn, i'm okay now." George relaxes his body and Alex manages to get his hole hand inside.

Alex honest to god, could come from the sight alone, his hand looks massive wrapped around George's tiny little hole. "Fuck George, you look amazing wrapped around me like this, I wish you could see."

"So full." George whimpers, clenching and unclenching around Alex's hand, he doesn't seem to be in any pain now, despite Alex's hand being buried up to the wrist inside of him. "You're going to have such a beautiful gape after this." Alex keeps still and keeps kissing at every inch of available skin close to him.

"You can move, Alex. I'm good." Alex takes a deep breath and ever so gently forms a fist inside George, pulling a mixture of a whimper and moan from him. Alex keeps his eyes on George's face who seems to go through all the motions before relaxing again, his mouth falling open. George's whole body shakes as Alex presses forward with his fist, he takes it like a champ and honestly, Alex is so fucking proud of him.

"Wow Georgie, I'm so fucking proud of you, you've got my whole fist inside of you." George seems far too gone, to be able to form any words but he does moan approvingly as Alex is slowly starts to pump his fist. His knuckles are white from how tightly he's clutching at the bed sheets.

"Who thought such a tiny little hole, could take my whole fist." George whines in response, drool runs down his chin as Alex moves his hand a little more, thrusting into him with his fist.

"So close Alex, please please, more." Alex eagerly fucks his fist into George a little harder, sinking deeper and deeper until he finds George's prostate, his whole body spasms when he eventually finds it. He keeps pressing his fist into it, over and over until George just can't take anymore and spurts his load over his stomach.

It's going to be a harder task, getting it out again especially now George is over stimulated from his orgasm . "Such a tight little hole, I love watching things disappear inside of it."

He ever so slowly, lets his fingers slip out of him, whines of discomfort fall from George's lips, then one of relief once Alex's hand finally slips out of him, leaving him wide open.

George's hole is puffy and red, twitching and clenching around nothing, the sight alone almost makes Alex come in his pants. "Fuck George, you look so hot, right now."

"You never came." George comes back to himself sounding horribly disoriented. "You can fuck me, if you want." Alex plays with the idea for a moment how sloppy and loose George would feel around him.

"No Georgie, let me take care of you." George, doesn't look like he'd be able to actually give consent right now, he's clearly slipped into subspace.

It's really quiet in the bedroom, other than George's heavy breathing, Alex climbs behind George and places his back against his chest, just holding him and playing with his hair, helping him stay relaxed.

Alex keeps holding him, keeps kissing the strong pulse on his neck. "Alex?" George relaxes against Alex's chest. "Are you back with us?" George nods.

"Thank you Alex, that's exactly what I wanted."      

[hargrove-brainrot]

|Vending Machine|

🌶a billy hargrove x fem! reader🌶

let’s start off with a smutty little billy hargrove one shot, shall we?

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️:

VERY descriptive smut, public intimacy, slight degradation, unprotected sex, oral stimulation (female receiving), standing sex, “don’t be too loud”

as said in my pinned post; don’t like it, keep scrolling! don’t spread hate 🦇

SUMMARY:

billy’s working his usual afternoon shift at hawkins community pool, but your craving something special… so you let him know that the “vending machine” needs a “refill”.

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“hey babe”

billy looked down from the lifeguard chair and saw you standing below him. he pulled off his sunglasses to admire your body. “i uh…”, you said, closing your legs together slightly, “the vending machine is empty… i think it needs a refill…”. billy smirked as he fidgeted with his plastic whistle in his hand. “yeah?”, he said, knowing that the vending machine wasn’t the only thing that needed to be “filled”. 

you nodded back at him, lightly nibbling your bottom lip afterwards. you squeezed your thighs together, one foot in front of the other, and twirled a bit of your hair between your fingers. “ten minutes”, billy said, chewing on his whistle afterwards, “be there”. you smiled as you walked back to your pool chair, making sure to sway your hips as you did so. 

billy took one last puff of his cigarette. “jesus christ, i’m hard”, he whispered to himself, his cock twitching.

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ten minutes goes by, and as soon as it ended, you made your way to the storage room to help “refill the vending machine”. when billy saw you walking over there, he rushed over to you, trying not to make it obvious. as you stepped in the room, billy caught up right behind you. he could practically smell your arousal, and you could sense his.

billy closed and locked the door behind him. he grabbed your waist and pressed you against him, kissing you harshly as he walked you backwards. you moaned into his mouth over and over as his hands slithered over your hips, sides, chest, neck, ass, basically everywhere. you stumbled backwards and loudly thudded against the wall. you tried to turn yourself around and face towards him, only to be slammed forward against the cold brick wall. 

“stay.”, billy spat, pressing you against the wall even harder. you squealed in pleasure, eager for him to boss you around more. that earned you a slap to the ass. you arched your back and pressed your ass towards him, rubbing against his hips. you could feel that he was already hard through your bikini. 

“i’m gonna fuck you standing”, billy growled into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. he nibbled your ear and kissed your neck. he ran his hands down your hips and over your stomach, slipping his thumb through your bikini strap. he then began kissing down your back until he got down on his knees.

“turn around” billy ordered. you turned around, your back leaning against the wall. his face was hovering in front of your clit, that was yet to be all over his face. “billy, you don’t have time to eat me”, you said, blushing, “what if we get caught?”. “you’re just saying that because you want me to fuck you”, billy teased, fumbling with the side strings of your bikini thong. you huffed with embarrassment, the blonde grinning up at you. 

billy bit at one of the side straps of your bikini thong, tugging at it with his teeth. he used one of his free hands to pull your thong down the rest of the way. “hold still”, billy muttered against your clit, “and don’t make too much noise”. 

billy sucked at your bare clit, making a loud slurp sound. “you’re telling me” you teased with a breathy voice. billy slapped your ass and tugged it harshly, making you giggle. “god, do you shut up?”, billy growled, “even with my face all the way down here…”. he mashed his face back onto your clit, brushing his nose against the sensitive bud. you threw your head back and smiled, biting your lip and letting out a soft moan. 

your legs began to flex and squeeze together. billy noticed and held your knees in place. you squeezed and tugged at his blonde curls, billy letting out a growl as you did so. your juices were beginning to drip down onto his tongue, your needy clit begging for more. 

“you gonna be a good girl for me?” billy muffled against your cunt, “you gonna squirt all over my face while i eat you?”. you moaned louder as he began to slurp harder. “fuck- yes~ BILLY!~”. you were moments away from cumming, your clit twitching and throbbing. “do it”, billy growled before slapping your ass. his fingers curled inside you, throwing you over the edge. 

clear and milky juices poured out of you and all over billy’s face. his face was dripping, and so were his fingers. “woah, you came so hard”, billy purred, “you want it that bad, huh?”. you nodded desperately as he slurped the last bit of juices out of you, your knees wanting to buckle together. 

“turn around”, billy said, standing up, “tits against the wall”. you did so, the cold wall against your breasts making you seethe. “we might as well get this outta the way”. billy pulled at one of the loose strings on your bikini top, letting it slide off your shoulders. you winced again as your hardened nipples made contact with the wall.

you let out a subtle moan as you felt billy’s hands grip one of your breasts. he started massaging it in circular motions. “see”, billy crooned into your ear, “not so bad, is it?”. his hands then trailed down to your hips, gently squeezing your thighs. he kissed your shoulder before pulling down his shorts.

“i’m gonna fuck you right here”, billy groaned, “right fucking now”. you arched your back and pressed your ass towards him. he smiled. “i’m so fucking ready, and i think you are too”. “yes, billy”, you whined, “please fuck me”. “god, i love hearing that”.

billy snaked one arm over your shoulder and held your head. he kept his face close to your ear as he poked his cock against your entrance. you bit your lip and let out a small breath, your feet squirming below you. billy’s breath hitched as his tip went inside you. he slid in the rest of the way until he was balls deep.

“fuck”, billy grumbled, “still so tight after your orgasm”. your toes clenched as you moaned, still shocked at the contact. he smirked and slowly began pumping in and out of you. his breath brushed against your ear as he grunted.

“such a naughty girl, making me horny during my shift”. those words made you moan more repetitively, the coil in your stomach tightening. 

billy loved hearing your moans pour out of you. just hearing you was making him grow harder. he was a solid 8 inches, which was the perfect length for you. it wasn’t too much, but enough to reach your cervix. he still managed to leave you in a shaking mess afterwards.

your cunt began gushing with wetness. “don’t you dare let go”, billy growled, “i’m not done with you”. billy began to thrust harder and faster than before. his breaths and moans became louder and more repetitive, and so did your squeals.

billy snaked one of his hands down your stomach and stopped at your clit. you tried to inch yourself forward to create friction against his fingers. “please, billy”, you moaned, “touch it”. “awww, i didn’t even have to make you beg”, billy purred after leaving a small bruise on your neck, “i guess i’ll be nice to you”. 

billy worked his two fingers at your clit, making you moan louder. he smiled wider as he felt you clench. he kept rubbing and continued to pound into you, your mind beginning to go fuzzy. your moans were nearly uncontrollable, and you didn’t fully realize how loud you were.

“shhh”, billy whispered, prideful that he was the reason you were being loud, “you wouldn’t wanna get caught, would you?”. he took one of his free hands and cupped it over your mouth. feeling your breath against his hand made his hard throb. 

billy’s grunts began to sound more like whimpers, meaning he was close. you were too. with each thrust, it felt like the next one would throw you over the edge. despite the short few minutes you guys had, you still wanted it to last, so you didn’t let go.

“fuck, you feel so good”, billy grunted, saliva nearly trailing out of his mouth. one of your free hands flew to his ass and pulled him towards you, implying that you wanted him to thrust harder. he did so, your eyes beginning to cross as he hit your g-spot over and over again. billy’s hand slipped down from your mouth and around the front of your throat.

billy could feel how hard you were holding back your moans. you felt dizzy as you held your breath in to keep yourself from moaning too loud. “let go”, billy crooned, “let everyone know how good you feel”. his hand left your neck and slapped your ass, making you squeal out.

billy’s tongue hung out of his mouth, and so did yours. his moans sounded more and more desperate, as you were now filling the room with your screams. “cum for me”, billy grunted, a breathy whimper escaping his mouth, “you’ve taken it so well”. he said the last part with a bit more breath in his voice. his thrusts fell more sloppy as his hips twitched. you felt billy’s cock twitch inside you, meaning he was deathly close.

suddenly, your clit twitched. that was it. your insides squeezed violently over his cock, pulsing over and over. you squirted onto him as you orgasmed, the sound of you spraying causing you to look back. your mouth was lolled open as your mind felt hazy. 

seconds later, billy made one last thrust before his juices shot inside you. his final, desperate moan gave you butterflies throughout your body. he bit down on your shoulder as he usually did as he came. you bit your lip and grinned, endorsed in his warmth. 

after several moments of getting lost in lust, billy pulled out of you (still keeping his hands gently gripped on your sides). your groaned as your legs shook, your hole feeling stretched and full. “you love that, don’t you?”, billy whispered sweetly, turning you around and rubbing your waist. you nodded, leaning into his chest. billy chuckled under his breath, “such a needy girl”. you grinned at the nickname, lifting your head up and kissing him sweetly. 

“oh shit”, billy said, looking at the small clock on the wall, “did we just fuck my shift away?”. “stop it”, you scoffed before slapping his shoulder playfully. “i’m serious!”, billy laughed, taking a moment to adore your smile. you looked back up at him with the same intentions. “why don’t you meet me out at the car”, billy said, trying to convince you to walk after what (or who) you just did, “and we can relax at your place. wha’dya say?”. 

“mhmmm…” you breathed weakly. billy chuckled once again before kissing the top of your head. he then slipped on his red shorts, placed his ray bands on his face and lit a cigarette before opening the door. “oh yeah, and try to hide the marks. it’s a bit obvious with that bikini”. the door closed behind him as he paraded outside.

you shook your head and rolled your eyes. he was such an asshole, but he was your asshole.

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[lemmetreatya]

band drummer!reiner x fem! reader 💚

band drummer!reiner would absolutely be struck smitten when it comes to you. he’d first see you on the audience floor with your friends — head turned 90 degrees as he ‘respectfully’ watches you from the backstages

(“did you really just do that?!” annie sneered, voice tight in whisper.

“do what?” reiner would say as he looked down at her innocently.

the blonde girl would half mumble her reply as she placed her unlit roll up between her lips, eyes jadedly sharpening in reiner’s direction.

“check that girl’s ass out.” she said bluntly.

reiner would only cheekily smirk as he took a risky double take back at you, craning his neck to see if he could catch another glimpse.)

band drummer!reiner would subconsciously look for you at every concert, bummed when he finds out you’re not in attendance. his bandmates have even realised that his performance drops when you’re not in the crowd

band drummer!reiner takes glances at you from the bar stool he’s sitting at, a fan’s congratulatory words falling upon death ears as he cant help but fantasise about how sweet a conversation with you would be right now

band drummer!reiner would try to shoot you a smile every now and then as you pass him either inside the venue or on the surrounding streets when commuting home

band drummer!reiner would whine his bandmates ears off about how he’s unsure of how to approach you; not wanting to be creepy about it but forward enough for you to witness his confidence

band drummer!reiner would breed jealousy at the fact that you seem to talk so easily to eren jaeger, the band’s guitarist and main singer, his suave attitude causing you to giggle into your fists or bat your doe eyes up at him. some part of reiner feels like he’s loosing an uphill battle with when it comes to winning you over

band drummer!reiner would attend jaeger’s annual party this year out of spite. even though he wasn’t the biggest fan of the man, he’d be foolish not to come out and enjoy the celebrations (and get a chance to talk to you)

band drummer!reiner would see you sitting on one of the sofas with your legs snugged underneath your bum, looking so soft and warm and god— edible! as you animatedly talked to someone he didn’t know

band drummer!reiner would softly cuss underneath his breath once you caught him watching you, how you noticed him through a slim gap of bodies and limbs, how you gave him a smile, small but nonetheless for him

band drummer!reiner declares in that moment that he was going to walk over to you and spark a conversation — because what better time than now!

however as soon as he makes the move, eren has called you over to meet one of his friends, the general body of the party in his favour as he easily glides through the parting crowd to take your hand and lead you elsewhere

band drummer!reiner is bummed and doesn’t get another opportunity that night to talk to you and in all honesty doesnt know if his confidence can continue yearning after such an enigma like yourself

(“reiner, you’ve got to pull yourself together. you don’t know the girl, the girl don’t know you and you honestly look rather pathetic right now mopping over a loss that was never a gain in the first place.” the blonde girl spat.

annie was more enraged at the fact that reiner was calling an emergency band huddle at 8am on a sunday morning over something non-band related, but she assures she says all of this in good heart.

“although i wouldn’t say it that harshly,” bertholdt shot annie a warning glare before directing his attention back to reiner. “she kinda has a point. i know you’re really in your feelings over this—”

“im not in my feelings.” reiner dejected.

“but you didn’t even know her to be this upset over it— yes, you very much are in your feelings, reiner.” )

band drummer!reiner is so glad he doesn’t listen to his bandmates and kept his brain occupied on you because exactly 34 hours later it’s you who’s knocking on the backstage door in search of him

(“reiner, right?” you say, smile soft as you look up at him.

“y-yeah, that’s… that’s me.” the surprise was still written on his face as he stood by the door, unbelieving that you were right there — looking for him!

“i saw you the other day at eren’s joint but i didn’t get to say hi. ive been meaning to for awhile but i guess i just didn’t find the right time.” a magical yet shy laugh left your mouth right after.

reiner felt so ashamed. did his lack of confidence really mean that you beat him at his own game?!

“believe it or not ive been meaning to do the same thing and to be honest i should have said something first.”

scratching the back of his neck, reiner’s cheek’s started to heat up. not like you could say anything about it— your own cheeks were feeling the exact same way.)

band drummer!reiner is alot more happier these days since the two of you have started talking and getting closer. nowadays you even join him and the rest of the band backstage before and after shows

band drummer!reiner is ecstatic when you agree to go on a date with him after several months of talking and texting each other

band drummer!reiner is even more ecstatic when you invite him back to your place and let him blow your back out twice and then some

band drummer!reiner plays better at concerts nowadays because he always catches your eye as you enjoy within the crowd

just had him on my mind (as usual) so i hope you enjoyed!! <3

[depravity-disposed]

oo also I wanna contribute to confessions!

it would be soooo awful if my friend caught me chugging a sprite to g-e-t-o-f-f with and grinned so wide.. if she found it sooo endearing she just had to join and help me despite my face flushing deep.. after all, I've been so kind assuring her it's okay that her tummy is noisy no matter what (mine is too) and she doesn't have to be embarrassed, b/c she's very self-conscious and insecure about her vocal tummy, and reminding her to nourish b/c she has a low appetite (me too again lol)..

but anyway yeah it would be soooo awful if she offered me another sprite and sofly stroked my growing tummy with her head pressed to my chest, fingers just grazing my skin, adoring eyes gazing up at my face and glugging throat.. or if she offered the sprite then sidled behind me and wrapped her arms around my torso and massaged my growing tummy with more pressure while resting her chin on my shoulder and nuzzling my glugging throat..

ohhh god it would be infinitely worse too if after I finished that one she drew me in and told me i was soooo sexy and she wanted me sooo much.. and let me lay her on the mattress with one leg between hers and my full soda belly hanging down.. first eagerly taking my mouth into hers and then her chest heaving harder as I started kissing down her neck and collarbone and chest.... just suuuuuper delicate and sof little taps of my lips onto the surface of her salty ashen skin all the way down to her tummy and..

and it would.. be a fate worse than death if I kissed. harder into her tummy and then.. nng she started to fuck hard into my leg, just unable to hold back anymore and just wanting me so so bad holy fuck.. and if, as i fucked her, all the soda in my bloated belly got just.. sloshed this way and that... rocking like a sailboat... getting shaken up and making my belly swell up even bigger and -mmf- get suuuuper gurgly,, and then if she put her hands on belly and pushed up into it with the rhythm of our passion,, pumping the heav.iest sloshes and curliest grumbles., and,, nnhg-

hooooooo man I can't finish this there's umm, something else I gotta go finish.. @~@"""

~ 💚💛 sprite slosher anon

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