#these two will be the cause of my undoing 😭😭

[skylessnights]

2.03 | 2.05

[hysteria-things]

ZIPPER (part one)

read part two here

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!chris x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the struggle is real for you and this stupid zipper. who knew it could lead to something with your brother’s best friend?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY SMUT SMUT, swearing, oral (female receiving), p in v, degradation, dacryphilia, spanking, praising, orgasm denial, breeding, ROUGH ASF

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,889

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is my favorite thing i’ve written so far and it’s DEF smuttier than anything else i’ve posted😭

you groan as you reach for the zipper that’s on your back. you’re wearing a short dress for the party you’re going to tonight with your brother and his three best friends. you sometimes tag along, and tonight is one of those nights. music from your speaker plays softly as you get ready.

or at least try to.

frustration builds in your body when you bend your arm at every angle to try to get the damn zipper, but it’s no use.

suddenly, a figure passes by your door. “nate?” you call out.

chris’s head peeks into your room with a chuckle. “nope. chris.”

you sigh. “can you help me with this zipper, please?”

it all happened so fast. the dress that you were struggling with minutes ago is now thrown on the floor along with your panties. the zipper is most likely broken by the way he yanked the dress off of your body.

your mouth is agape as you look down at chris between your thighs, who’s slowly licking up your folds. you breathe heavily, watching his every move. the music that was softly playing now plays loud so it can coat over the sounds coming from you.

your hands grip and massage his hair while you lean your head back onto the mattress and start grinding your hips against his face in desperate need of more friction. his nose grazes against your clit, his tongue following the movements of your hips.

his arms wrap under your thighs and hold you in place. “be patient.” he demands.

“they’re going to come look for us,” you whine in response.

“then we better use our time wisely, yeah?”

his tongue picks up speed, earning a gasp from you. your eyes roll to the back of your head, and soundless moans are leaving your lips that are formed in an ‘o’ shape. you lift your legs to where your knees are almost touching your cheeks, causing chris to dig into you deeper.

a warm sensation builds up in your stomach that makes your eyes squeeze shut and your eyebrows furrow. “i’m gonna cum.” you choke out, practically suffocating him as your legs squeeze in both sides of his head.

he doesn’t say anything and keeps eating you out, completely drunk off your pussy. although, he couldn’t help but take one of his hands to palm himself through his clothed erection.

your legs start to tremble when the fluid smothers all over chris’s mouth.

his face rises from between your legs. his lips are glistening from your release, and you see he has no shirt on. you didn’t even notice when he took it off and his tent is visible in his dress pants.

crawling onto the bed, he’s now hovering over your face. you stare at him in the eyes as his lips ghost yours. there’s so much tension that your lips tingle in desire to connect with his.

as if he read your mind, he leans in with an open-mouthed kiss. he hums at the contact, forcing his tongue into your mouth so you can taste yourself.

it’s filthy, but you’ve never been so turned on.

he pulls away first to let you guys breathe, a string of saliva connecting each of your bottom lips before it breaks apart the more he moves away. “ass up, baby.”

without hesitation, you turn onto your stomach. his hands grip your waist and pull you up toward him so your ass is on full display. he groans at the sight. you’re still glistening from your orgasm.

chris undoes his belt and pulls down his pants and boxers simultaneously. his cock springs out, and the sudden whiff of cool air makes him wince. pre-cum leaks from the tip. it took everything in his body to not cum in his pants when he was eating you out.

you bite your lip in excitement as he grips your hips and teases your entrance. his tip makes its way into you, and it makes you wince in pain. “breathe for me, okay?” he reassures, pushing more of himself into you.

you let out a pained moan as you feel him stretching your walls. he’s fucking huge.

he sits there for a few seconds so you can accommodate his size. and then, he pushes fully into you. he throws his head back with a submissive sound.

he twitches inside of you when he feels his orgasm coming, even though he hasn’t even done anything yet. chris feels embarrassed, seeming like a teenage boy who’s having sex for the first time.

he tries to imagine the grossest things to distract him. it works, thank god.

“so tight,” he says, jutting his hips forward in slow thrusts. you whimper and grip the sheets below you because of the pain, but it soon goes away the more he stimulates you.

when chris plans to go faster, your phone vibrates with an incoming phone call. “answer it.”

“w-what?” you stammer, trying to look back at him from over your shoulder.

he leans to your nightstand and grabs your phone, forcing it in front of your face. “i said; answer. it.”

your shaky hand takes the phone and you swipe answer without looking at the name. “h-hello?”

“are you almost ready? we have to leave soon.” nate’s voice says on the other line. your eyes widen with fear, but chris finds this amusing and chuckles instead.

“n-not yet.” you bite down on your lip trying to suppress the sounds you want to let out. chris is still thrusting slowly, but he’s so big that the tip is already starting to brush against your cervix.

“and do you know where chris is? we haven’t seen him in a while.”

“i-i don’t know, nate. he’s probably in the bathroom or something,” you say in one breath. you remove the phone from your ear and plop your face down into the pillow to muffle your moan as chris hits that spot again.

you bring the phone back to your ear and exhale. “i-i’ll be done soon, nate.”

he’s silent for a beat before speaking. “okay. see ya down here when you’re ready.”

you quickly hang up the phone and throw it somewhere on the floor. chris starts to go faster, moans shooting out of you in pieces. “in the bathroom, huh?” he mocks.

“shut u—” you’re cut off by a harsh slap on your right thigh, followed by rubbing that soothes the pain.

“i don’t want to hear any other words come out of your mouth except those pretty sounds you make. the only thing you’ll be able to think about is my dick buried inside of you.”

“but—”

another slap and rub. his pace turns animalistic, causing you to bury your face into the pillows again. you moan an apology into the pillow, but it was pretty much incoherent.

your white knuckles on the sheets make chris smirk. you clench around his dick and he groans. “so perfect. such a perfect pussy.”

“chris—” you pant. “chris—”

“what? do you need to cum again already? you want to cum all over my cock?”

he grips your hair and lifts your head slightly. you want to answer, but pathetic moans are the only thing you’re capable of letting out.

thank god for the music playing, or the claps of your guys’ skin and the squeaking of the bed can give you away in an instant. “ple-ease. let me c-cum.” you struggle.

“hold it.” chris says through gritted teeth.

he rails into you harder than before, his hand that was gripping your hair now holding your head down on its side into the mattress. you yelp like a dog beneath him, drool falling down your chin creating a mess below you.

your arousal starts leaking from you and chris moans. “take it… just like that. good girl.”

you buck your hips more into him, and he grips your waist tighter, which will leave marks for a few days. “yeah? you like that?”

eyes becoming filled with tears, you nod your head and moan into the pillows as a yes.

“your brother would hate me if he knew what i’m doing to you.” chris starts. “who knew his little sister was such a slut?”

your grip starts to loosen on the sheets since the pleasure is getting too much. you start to see specks of white every time you blink. you’re a brain-dead mess underneath your brother’s best friend.

but my god can he fuck. and he fucks good.

he speaks lowly into your ear. “too bad you’re my best friend’s sister, or i’d fuck a baby into you right now.”

you try to look at his face with teary eyes, but his grip stays on your head.

“we’d make cute ones, no?”

you blab a response. he leans so his face is right in front of your tongue sticking out, drooling mess. the lean also causes him to go deeper and hit spots you didn’t even know existed. “you want my cum you filthy fucking whore? you’re squeezing my cock like you do.”

you scream, sobs of pleasure leaving your lips. you’re on the pill, but feeling him let go inside of you will send you over the edge.

you’ve been holding it in for too long, and you need to let go now.

“please.” you whimper. “cum in me.”

you repeat that same sentence over and over again like a prayer, and you can tell he’s close based off of his thrusts becoming sloppy.

“you’re being so good for me.” he grunts. “such a good girl.”

chris looks at where you’re connected, his jaw slacks as he watches himself pound the shit out of you. the way your ass bounces with each thrust has his dick twitching. your second orgasm approaches, streaking your cream down his cock.

“fuck.” chris mumbles, jolting into you one last time before spilling inside of you. he watched as his dick repeatedly disappears into your folds to make sure you took his seed before pulling out.

he admires the mess you both made, taking his fingers and shoving your/his release back inside you. you hiss at the sensitivity.

some of it still oozes out because of the way he just fucked you full.

he rolls you onto your back and cups your face, wiping the tears streaming down your face with his thumbs. “you okay?”

you lazily smile and nod. you’re still fuzzy with post-sex haze. he looks in a few of the bedside drawers before finding a towel and carefully cleaning you up with it.

he throws on his clothes, finishing the remaining buttons on his pants before looking down at you.

“by the way.” he starts, kneeling to grab your panties from the floor and putting them in his pocket.

“hm?” you hum, waiting for an answer.

“you’re going to have to find a different dress. the zipper broke on that one.” he comes over and kisses you on the temple. “you better get ready before it’s too late.”

with that, he walks out of your room. you stay there, all naked and still trying to catch your breath.

however, you’re not worried about finding another dress. you’re worried about how you have to hide the fact that chris’ cum is going to drip down your legs the entire night.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

@bunbunbl0gs @lexisecretaccx @thy-mission @angelic-sturniolos111 @sophssturn @mattsneezing @janiellasblog @blahbel668

[norrisleclercf1]

Hiii first of all i love you work like ALL OF YOUR WORK!! 🤍 second is can you maybe do a Mafia Lando request? i was thinking like lando & reader got into a huge fight and lando snapped at her and left but came back home with so many bruises like he went on a fight and doesn’t want reader to know cause he hates seeing her cry but she still found out and helped him clean his wounds and eventually they talked it out forgave each other.

Im sorry if its too much, its been sitting on my mind for a while and i was just too shy to ask 😭 if you do it, thank youuu ily!! if not then its ok!! hahaha 🫶🏻

A/N: Mafia Lando? Good excuse to use the cutting his nose thing now hehehehehehe

"You're home late," Lando jumps about 10 feet in the air, hearing your voice come out of the darkness of the living room. "Jesus, the fuck you doing sitting in the dark, baby." Lando turns on the light and freezes seeing your dressed up.

"Why you dressed up, have a hot date?" Lando jokes, sliding off his jacket, exposing the two guns strapped to his chest. "Yeah, was supposed to have an anniversary dinner, but my date never answered his phone," You snap, standing up as Lando's eyes grow wide. "Oh fuck, baby," He reaches out of for you, but you slap his hand away.

"No, don't baby me." You snarl turning to face your boyfriend who seemed slightly annoyed. "Y/n," Lando's voice turns just a little bit deeper, his eyes hardening on you. "Don't, don't you dare get upset with me Lando Norris, you forgot our anniversary, and you don't even seem to care, do you even love me? Because for a small second I thought maybe you're dead, or arrested or who the fuck knows!" You yell, wanting to throw something at his head, you're so angry.

Lando scuffs and rolls his eyes, "I forgot a dinner, Y/n, it's okay, I'll make it up to you," Lando rolls his neck, he didn't want to fight, he just wanted to lie in bed and cuddle you close, instead you were being a brat and arguing with him. "Jesus, I'm fucking tired Y/n, I don't want to argue with you, can we just go to bed." Lando snaps, eyes so angry and voice so dark it has you flinch back, Lando freezes seeing your reaction.

"Fuck," Lando curses, and turns around grabbing his jacket and storming out of the house, slamming the door.

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"Shit," Lando sighs, nose busted across, bleeding a good bit, with his hands cut and bruised, a cut on his eyebrow and cheek bruised that it was almost black. "Sir?" Lando stops, seeing one of his people at his door and he knows he looks bad. Actually, he probably was going to make you cry, again.

Lando hated making you cry, it was like a stab wound in him each time he was the cause of those tears, he wanted nothing more than to be the one to cause you to smile, not cry. "Sir, she's still awake, and I don't think she should see you," Lando frowns, not liking that his guards knew you that well, even though he literally had them to know you that well.

"Thank you," Lando grounds out, and slips into the penthouse, sighing at the Monégasque night life, and the way you're staring out the window. Lando slowly steps but freezes when you turn and make eye contact with his bandaged-up face. "Lando," You gasp and rush forward gently cradling his face in your hands. "Let's go to the bathroom," You whisper, and he nods his head as he silently follows you to the bathroom.

Flicking on the light, you whimper seeing the full effect and Lando looks away, not wanting to see you cry. He hated when you cried, it felt like his heart was being ripped to shreds. You slowly undo the bandage and sigh in relief at the small cut but tsk slightly. "It might scar," Lando nods and moves sitting on the toilet as you slowly start to clean him up.

"I didn't mean to forget," He whispers, voice froggy from how dry his throat is. "I know, I shouldn't have yelled," Lando chuckles and pulls you close, ignoring the sting in his hands. "You had the right to yell, it's me that shouldn't have yelled," Lando whispers and you hum softly and place a soft kiss on his forehead.

"Let's just watch movies, as I nurse you, I just want you home, safe," Lando nods and hisses as you place the ointment on his hands and gently wrap them. "You might be a big bad mafia boss, but to me, you're just my Lando, just be my lando," You whisper, kissing him gently as you rub the bruise. Closing his head he nods, melting into your hug as he remembers, he doesn't have to be the mafia boss, with you, he just needs to be here.

[vintagestarlight]

Massage

Summary: You give Price a massage after he gets back from a particularly hard deployment.

Pairing: John Price x fiancée!reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: mentions of injury(nothing too graphic), light sexual mentions, John Price(because let's be honest this man is a warning okay), fluff, 18+ MDNI

A/N: So Price won by a landslide in the poll😂 here's one of the fics I had planned so I hope yall enjoy! I did right this pretty drunk so apologies if it isn't great

Also, I didn't expect so many people to vote so thank you all so much!😭🫶🏼 Requets are also open!! Feel free to send in whatever you want just make sure it follows my blog rules! I've also got a few more fics in my drafts as well :)

***beware of typos(I tried my best to catch them all)

John turned the ignition off and his truck came to a stop. He looked at the house the two of you shared and smiled as he took in the warm glow coming from the window. Before you came into his life the house was cold and dark; he preferred coming home to this rather than the dark windows he used to. John opened the door and stepped out, wincing as he irritated the bruised muscles. This last deployment was harder than most; although everyone made it back alive, and for that he was thankful, going hand-to-hand with a mercenary ended with the mercenary dead but John fell from a metal walkway grate to the ground below. It resulted in a number of bruises, scratches, and a sprained shoulder.

John lifted his duffle bag out of the back seat and thought about how you would fret over the bruises that blemished his skin. You always checked him when he came home to see if he gained any new scars or broken body parts and he found it endearing. He walked slowly toward the door, his sore body preventing him from going faster. He dug in his pocket for his key and slipped it into the lock before stepping inside. “Love I’m home,” He called out, setting his duffle bag down by the door with a sigh of relief to have the weight off of his injured shoulder; he had a brace that kept him from moving his shoulder but it did nothing for the annoying pain of putting weight on it.

“Back here!” He heard your voice coming from the shared bedroom so he toed off his boots and walked down the hallway. He saw soft light coming from the bathroom and when he walked in he saw something that made his breath catch in his throat. You were in the bathtub with your hair loosely pulled back and sipping on a glass of wine, candles casting a warm illuminating glow. It wasn't anything overly sexual but it still made his face flush; here he was nearing forty and you made him feel like a school boy. “Hey love,” he said, taking in the sight of you before bending down and giving you a kiss. “I’m so glad you’re home,” You said, a heavy weight finally lifting off your chest at seeing your fiancée back in one piece. The black brace over his beige shirt was not lost on you but you didn’t say anything as you decided it was not as bad as it could be. “How’s the bath?” John asked. “You could always join me and find out,” You said, taking a sip of the red wine, looking at him over the rim of the glass. “Now how could I say no to that?” He smirked.

He took off the brace that was nothing but uncomfortable before undoing his belt and stripping off his pants. He slipped off his shirt, wincing as his shoulder twinged, and heard you gasp. “John!” You did your once over to ensure he hadn’t come home severely injured when your eyes landed on the bruises that colored his torso. “What the hell happened?” You asked, wincing when you thought about what could’ve caused such bruises. “If I told you that love, you’d be even more frantic,” He chuckled. “Don’t laugh John!” You chastised. John slipped in behind you after stripping completely, groaning at the warm water, and let you rest against him. “I’m sorry love but don’t freak out too much,” He replied. “They really do look worse than they are,” He added, planting a kiss on your head. He felt you relax more, as if you were afraid of hurting him, and he sighed. The weight of you pressed against him was actually comforting and he wrapped his arms around you. “At least you came home to me alive,” You said. “Just like I promised,” John replied, a long sigh leaving his body.

The two of you just sat there for a little while, your thumb absentmindedly grazing John’s arm; grateful to have your fiancée back. You felt him rest his head on your shoulder and his weary body sagged as he relaxed. You shifted and accidentally pressed your weight on one of John’s bruises and he grunted. “I’m sorry babe!” You said, turning around to sit on his lap carefully trying to avoid the purple-ish tender spots. “Don’t worry I’m tougher than I look,” He joked, running his hands along your sides. “You know,” You started, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I think I know of a way to make you feel better,” You said in a slow voice. “Oh yeah? I think I’m liking where this is going,” John replied, planting a kiss on your nose, then your cheeks, and finally your lips. ‘Hmm… I like the way you think but I was actually thinking about a massage,” You said. “Help those aching muscles,” You offered and smiled as he smirked. “Now that’s a good way to welcome a man home,” he said with a cheeky grin. “Why don’t you go lay on the bed and I’ll dry off and get the oil,” You suggested and stepped out of the tub.

You felt John’s hungry eyes on you and you grinned; John always made you feel desirable even on your worst day. You heard the water splash as John stepped out after pulling the plug, dripping water on the floor. You wrapped yourself in a towel and felt him swat your ass, eliciting a squeal out of you as he laughed. “Don’t take too long,” He said. John also grabbed a towel and quickly dried himself, being mindful of his injuries, and pulled on a clean pair of boxers. You emerged from the bathroom with a bottle of baby oil and saw John lounging on the bed, his pupils blown wide with lust as he watched your towel clad body. “See something you like?” You teased, before dropping the towel leaving you stark naked and John groaned. “I think you should stay like this all the time,” He said, a bit disappointed when you pulled on a bra and panty set. “I suggest you settle down; you’re not exactly in peak condition for sex,” You chuckled. “Come on turn over,” You said, and waited until he was laying on his stomach, arms relaxed.

You got on top of him and straddled his hips, taking notice of the scratches on his back. There were several silver lines across his body from his several years of military service. You had counted every scar on his body countless times so you could always know when he got new ones. But these scratches were new; red and fresh in contrast to the silver healed scars. You squirted a quarter sized amount of baby oil on your hands, rubbed them together, and pressed your hands firmly on John’s back. Using light pressure you began to knead his shoulders, mindful not to press too hard on his injured one, and firmly moved down to his lower back. “Jesus love,” John groaned. John felt himself further relax as you helped ease his aching muscles. You used your thumbs to press into his lower back and rub in small circles before continuing those small circles all the way up his back to his neck.

You loved feeling his skin underneath your hands; the way his muscles rippled when you touched him and it made you feel good that you were able to give him this attention. You heard grunts and moans as you continued to work on his back and shoulders, slowly massaging away the tension that rested in his muscles. You felt your tough military husband become putty under your hands and you couldn't help but grin. “You know I was thinking,” you said, feeling him tense as you needed a particularly large knot at the base of his neck. “What's that love?” He grunted, his voice slurring slightly as your hands slowly lulled him closer to sleep. “I know we had plans to go to that new French place for dinner but maybe we could stay in tomorrow?” You suggested to him. “Maybe just stay in bed and order takeout,” you continued, applying a little more oil onto your hands and rubbing your hands down his arms as he lazily nodded his head. “Would you like that?” You asked. When you didn’t get a response you looked down at his languid form and realized his breathing had become deeper and he started to snore a little. You smiled and slowly got off his back, careful not to wake him, and pulled the covers over him. “Good night John,” you whispered, planting a kiss on his cheek and turning off the lamp before climbing in bed next to him. You soon fell asleep and slept better than you had in months.

[residenthughes]

..hey 😭 i know i've still got the poll up for either the smut or fluff fic to celebrate 100 followers, but i'll probably end up writing both, so this is a sneak peak at (my first time in a while) smut fic! (can't believe this is already over 1K words 😭)

warnings: +18, so minors DNI, cockwarming, unprotected sex (wrap it UP y'all), dirty talk, praise kink, smidge of daddy kink & degrading

“Come here, pretty girl.” Leon beckons you, voice low and mesmerising.

It’s as if you’re in a daze, blood coursing through you tainted by Leon’s cadence; at his beckon and call. You shuffle towards him, slow and feeble. You didn’t expect him to agree to this, nor be so eager to do so, which rids you of any words in you. Fortunately for you, Leon always has his ways with words.

“Oh, princess. Won’t get anything done with those shorts on,” he says, his blue iris’ swallowed whole by his midnight black pupils. “Take them off for me. Underwear, too.”

You crimson - Leon notices immediately. “You not wearing any underwear, kitten?”

The wave of intoxicating shame drowns you, burying you in the filth that lingers in the far corners of your mind. 

You nod again and Leon chuckles, smile amused and all too knowing. “Should’ve known. You’re so filthy, aren’t you?”

There is not a shred of trust within yourself besides that instilled in Leon, so your words betray you, only settling for nonverbal cues and the occasional whimper that escapes the lips your teeth sink into. With eyes focused on Leon, who waits expectantly, elbow perched against the mahogany wood table and leg crossed - you undress. Shimmy the impossibly thin material down your hips whilst maintaining eye contact with Leon, who looks like he’s a second away from bending you over the table and fucking you senseless. Your shorts pool around your feet and when you escape them, Leon’s hands find their natural place against the warmth of your hips, skin cool and providing nothing but the airy feeling in your head.

“So pretty, baby. So fucking pretty for me,” he murmurs, burrowing his face in your (Leon’s) t-shirt as his hands take their time to explore the goosebumps they leave in their wake. “Wet too.” 

Nothing’s started yet and you’re already squirming, thighs snapping shut as you feel the slight graze of Leon’s fingertips in between your lips, which when he retrieves his hand from, glisten with your slick. He showcases your slick like it’s on display, smirk unfathomably devious as he looks up at you through his eyelashes. 

“I’ve barely touched you and look at how wet you are,” he coos, taking in every reaction of yours as you squeal, shrivelling into yourself as the lust coursing through you makes your stomach twist and turn. “Must be so miserable, huh kitten? Come on, sit on daddy’s lap and let me take care of you.”

He unbuckles his belt, the sound amplifying the steady flow of your slick that starts its descent down your inner thighs. Having discarded the leather belt, his fingers make quick work of undoing his trousers, top button undone as he pushes the material just barely down his thighs. You hold your breath, watching closely as he lowers the waistband of his Calvin Kleins, pulling his hard cock out to give it a few lazy pumps. Despite how long you two have been together, you’re always rendered breathless at the sight of him - long, fat and thick.

At this point, it’s not just you who’s enjoying your current predicament as precum leaks out of Leon’s red tip, laying in wait for you. The thought alone is enough to get you off untouched.

“You just gonna stand there or are you gonna help me out here, sweetheart?” Leon knows this isn’t a matter of question, knows you’d do anything to have him and you can tell, his smile innocent but eyes tinted with mischief. 

You drape your legs over his steady thighs, Leon holding his cock as he shamelessly gives it a few more tugs, the movement causing the head to bump against your clit, eliciting a murmured squeal as you circle your arms around his neck just a little tighter. “Lee,”

“I know, I know, baby,” he grinds himself fully against you, the sensation just scratching the surface of your desires yet still making you shiver as you buck your hips towards him. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“So good, Lee,” you whine, nose nuzzled into his neck as you inhale his scent to keep yourself sane, drunk on the simple pleasure Leon gives you as he grinds up and down between your lips, gliding with ease as the sounds of your slick fill your ears. “Want more.”

“Gotta do my work, baby,” he says as he grinds against you harder, the feel of his cock against you coupled with the fraction his jeans create underneath you beginning to tighten the coil in your stomach. “You promised you’d sit pretty.”

It’s shameful, but you’re already becoming incoherent, fully surrendering yourself to the pleasure Leon submerges you in, thoughtless babbles making their way to his flush-tipped ears as you reply, “I will, Lee. Promise, I will.”

“Then sit.”

You moan at his words, removing yourself your snug place against his neck, eyes drinking up the crimson of his cheeks and the mess of his hair your fingers rendered. You balance yourself against his thighs, leaning backwards with your elbows against the cold wooden table as you open your legs wider, spreading yourself for his eyes to see. “In, please.”

He stares hungrily at you, legs spread open and wide just for him. “Want me to put it in, princess?”

You mumble back some sort of yes. “Please?”

His hand, large in size, cups your warm cheeks, thumb caressing the skin before tracing the outline of your lips. You automatically let your jaw fall, his thumb circled by your plump lips as you suck on the digit longingly. Leon’s fighting his demons, exercising every bit of self-restraint not to have you folded over, pathetic tears running down your face as you moan around his cock. He needs to patient and take his time - despite however tempting you make it for him to fuck you right here and now.

“Such a dumb baby, can’t even put in yourself, huh?” pants cloud his words, his chest rising as he aligns his cock against you, gradually dragging his length from your clit to your hole that clenches around nothing. He taps himself against you again and you buck your hips, craving any and every bit of friction you can get. 

His hand makes its way to the back of your head, touch soft as he gently directs your vision towards where you two meet, tracing your hole with light strokes that have you moaning at the back of your throat. “Keep your eyes on me, princess.”

You both look on as his cock breaches your spasming hole, your keen high-pitched squeal melting with Leon’s heavy breaths as he slides his cock into you, muscles flexing as he goes in slowly, loving every reaction you give him as the sensation makes you melt into a pool of your own desire. 

[juyeonszn]

SAME DREAM, SAME MIND, SAME NIGHT

PAIRING kim younghoon x f!reader

WORD COUNT 3.60k

GENRES smut ﹒little bit of fluff ﹒little bit of crack tbh

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, fawn when she can’t get enough of the brothers best friend trope, hyunjae and jacob are side characters that never actually make an appearance, younghoon is wearing a ghostface mask for 2 seconds 😵‍💫, reader is down bad, younghoon is also down pretty bad, size kink — the obvious yk, he’s big everywhere tbh, vaginal fingering, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, missionary/lowkey mating press towards the end LMFAOOOO i’m sorry i got carried away, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, pussy drunk!younghoon (i lied he’s down horrendous), creampie, the couch is a paid actor, last scene is kinda silly kinda cute, lmk if i missed anything!!

SUMMARY hyunjae really shouldn’t have left you home alone.

MORE and day 3 of fawntober has made her entrance 😈 i’m curious,,, how do we feel about these so far? i feel like i’m focusing on this challenge more than i am my school work 😭😭

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri

Being home alone has never been much of an issue for you. All throughout high school, you stayed home by yourself when your parents worked late and your brother had practice. And even now, well into adulthood, you’d never really been afraid of being alone.

If it were up to you, you’d live all by yourself. But unfortunately, rent was way too expensive to afford on your own. More fortunately, your brother had a spare room in his apartment for you. Pros included low grocery costs, low monthly rent, and free parking. Cons included living with your brother, living with one of his best friends, and having to deal with two grown men who sometimes acted like children.

It was a Friday night and both Hyunjae and Jacob were out, attending a Halloween party one of their friends was throwing. The holiday was only a few days away, so almost everyone you knew was hosting parties this weekend. Along with being content to stay alone in your home, you were even more so to never leave it. Going out and getting black out drunk or worse didn’t sound very appealing to you.

Nights like these were the rare occasion you got to be with yourself and some movies, snuggled with a blanket on your couch. Living with only men did not provide any luxuries except maybe someone to kill a spider every now and then. So you were abusing the fuck out of the opportunity, dressed in nothing but an oversized sweatshirt and some crew socks, a mug of hot cocoa in your hands as you watch the second installment of the Scream franchise. (Might as well get in the holiday spirit.)

There’s a knock at your door, causing you to raise an eyebrow. It was half past midnight and your brother mentioned that he and Jacob would be crashing over at Sangyeon’s after the party. You were also very much single, so you weren’t expecting anyone to come over either. The only other possible explanation was maybe a food delivery, but you hadn’t ordered anything.

You assume it’s someone at the wrong apartment and choose to ignore it, putting your focus back on the movie. Your mug raises to your lips, taking a long sip of the now lukewarm drink just as the movie’s plot begins to progress. Before you can fully revert into your concentration, there’s another knock.

A sigh escapes your mouth, setting down the mug and pausing the movie. Your sock-clad feet trudge over to the front door, expression flat as you undo all of the locks and swing it open. You jump at the sight in front of you, nearly dying of a heart attack on the spot.

A tall figure, dressed in all black and wearing a Ghostface mask stands on the other side, one arm resting on the threshold of your doorframe and their body weight leaning against it. When they realize they’ve almost killed you, they gasp.

“Oh my god, I forgot I was wearing this stupid thing.”

The person hurriedly removes the mask to reveal one of your brother’s other friends, Kim Younghoon. The tall male rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, apologizing for nearly making you faint. You clutch at your chest as your breathing stabilizes and your heart rate returns to normal.

“Jesus, Younghoon. Couldn’t you have said something before I opened the door?” You hold the heel of your palm to your forehead.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking,” he bows slightly, his eyes drifting off to something behind you. “Woah, wait, are you watching Scream 2 right now?”

“Uh, yeah?” At that moment you notice the silly coincidence that his costume happened to be Ghostface. “Do— um— do you wanna come in?”

“Yeah, sure.” He smiles, tucking his mask under his arm and following you into the apartment. He shuts the door behind him, making sure to hit all the locks as well.

As the two of you sit at the couch and you resume the movie, you purse your lips in confusion. You were curious as to why Younghoon was here in the first place, seeing as your brother was not. He had to have known that information himself considering he was dressed like he’d just come from a Halloween party. It only made sense that it was the same one Hyunjae and Jacob attended.

“Wait, so what are you doing here?” You ask, fiddling with the hem of your sweatshirt. Shit, you weren’t wearing any pants…

“Oh! Right,” he nods, ruffling his hair a bit. “I woke up really early this morning and it was starting to catch up with me so I decided to leave Sangyeon’s party to head home. Hyunjae asked if I could stop by to check on you since it was on the way.”

A simple call or text from your brother himself couldn’t suffice? You guess the fact that Younghoon really did live close by coupled with Hyunjae’s intoxication might’ve been a factor in asking his friend for the favor. All you can do is hum in response.

You weren’t all that upset by Younghoon’s sudden appearance either, and you were more than happy to invite him into your apartment any time. Out of all of your brother’s friends, excluding Jacob, Younghoon was probably your favorite. Aside from having a little crush on his handsome face, he was the easiest to get along with and you felt comfortable around him. Sometimes you wish he was your other roommate instead.

But then again, the thought of him being so domestic around you was enough to send you into cardiac arrest, much like his accidental jumpscare from earlier. Just imagining waking up to him making coffee and breakfast in the kitchen, wearing your Hello Kitty apron, had your pulse quickening. Oh God, bumping into him exiting the bathroom after he’s showered? Nothing but a towel wrapped loosely around his hips and droplets of water decorating his no doubtedly sculpted chest?

Did someone crank up the thermostat?

“Y/N? N/N. N/N… Y/N!”

You blink, snapping yourself back into reality. Younghoon waves his hands back and forth in front of your face, a cute pout on his lips. He really was not making this any easier for you. You clear your throat, hoping your face isn’t as red as it feels.

“Y-Yes?” Why did you have to stutter, you fucking loser? There you go, blowing your cover.

“I was just wondering if you’ve seen the movies before. But you kinda spaced out on me there. You okay?” He asks, face full of concern. It doesn’t do much to quiet the sound of your heartbeat in your ears. If anything, it makes it ten times worse.

“Oh… Um. Yeah, I have,” your voice wavers. “And I-I’m fine, I swear. Don’t even worry about me.”

Your efforts to convince him are futile and instead of de-escalating the situation, you just add further fuel to the fire. He leans in to you, permeating your personal bubble as he examines your expression. If he moved even closer, his lips could land on your own, and the idea of that has you shrinking in on yourself.

“Are you… nervous around me?”

Did he have any sense of self-awareness? Did he think he wasn’t intimidating in this proximity to you? Kim Younghoon’s new talent just dropped; driving you to the brink of insanity!

You swallow thickly, eyes a little wide like a deer caught in headlights. Your line of eyesight falters to his lips, even more kissable now that they’re so close to yours. You shake your head when you realize that you haven’t responded, praying and hoping you were keeping your composure.

“I don’t really believe you, Y/N,” he says, tone no louder than a whisper, but so voluminous in your empty apartment. “So, I’m gonna rephrase my question. Are you nervous to be alone with me?”

When you process his words, you come to the conclusion that, yes, you are nervous to be alone with him. Your brother and Jacob were usually around when he was, so you’d never been in this position before. You’ve never truly been alone with Younghoon. Perhaps that was because you knew you couldn’t keep your feelings to yourself, afraid you might fuck up and say something stupid to him.

A few seconds pass with nothing but the noise of the movie still playing in the background, your lips pressed together. His eyes bore into yours, dark and swirling with something that looks a whole lot like lust. Your silence is a sufficient answer for him, one of his hands coming up to support his weight on the armrest of the couch behind you. The other trails up your thigh, the sheer size of it big enough to nearly cover the expanse of your skin.

Younghoon’s lips part when he slides under your sweatshirt and finds that you’re not wearing anything underneath. His eyes flutter shut with a sigh, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

“Tell me you don’t want this, tell me no before I lose all of my self control and I can’t hold back.” He lets his forehead fall to your shoulder, voice hushed.

The better, rational part of you wants to say no. It wants to tell him that you shouldn’t do this, because what would your brother think? Hyunjae would beat his ass if he found out about the two of you, especially on the living room sofa. Hell, he’d beat your ass for sleeping with one of his friends. But the part of you that was unhinged and has dreamt of this moment for years wants to say otherwise.

That part is what has you spreading your legs, taking Younghoon’s hand and leading it to where you need him most.

“Don’t hold back.” You breathe into his ear, your free hand coming up to the back of his neck and pulling his lips onto yours.

You whimper into his mouth as he kisses you, his thumb rubbing tight circles on your lace covered clit simultaneously. He’s by no means gentle, tongue tangling with your own roughly and desperately, as if he’s been dreaming of this just as much as you. He halts his motions, creeping further under your sweatshirt to palm your bare breasts and grind his hips into yours.

Your back arches off the couch, the feeling of his large hand on your chest goading your arousal. Younghoon presses open mouthed kisses down the column of your throat, sucking and nipping your supple skin, licking the abused area to soothe any pain. You can feel him even through the material of his black cargo pants, already hard for you. Without seeing it, you have an inkling of what you’re working with.

Younghoon’s always been tall, standing at six feet with broad shoulders. As long as you’ve known him, his height alone was enough to scare people away, despite the fact that he had the personality of a hyperactive puppy. But now, his body looming over yours and his touch all over your skin, you can’t help but feel turned on by his size alone.

“Can I finger you?” He asks suddenly, slowly pushing up your sweatshirt so he can expose your cute panties. You nod frantically, biting the hem of your top to keep it out his way as he pushes your underwear down your legs with one hand. “Wanna prep you as best as I can, baby.”

He smiles at you again, and in spite of being in such a compromising situation, he looks so stunning. You remember the reason why you’ve had a crush on him this long, because aside from his beauty, he was also doting and caring, willing to go above and beyond for those near and dear to him.

You squirm a bit beneath him when his middle finger glides through your folds with ease, you slick providing enough lubricant for him. He all but groans, inserting the digit into your entrance. Your moans are muffled by your sweatshirt in your mouth, his long finger so deep inside of you it brushes that one spongy spot you could never reach yourself.

Younghoon uses his thumb to circle your clit as his finger thrusts in and out of you, kissing along your jaw. He glances down and moans at the sight of your tits jostling around with each pump of his finger. He lowers his head to attach his mouth to one of your nipples, tongue flicking the sensitive bud.

There’s so much going on, your eyes practically rolling to the back of your head when his finger curls and his teeth scrape the swell of your breast. If his slender middle finger wasn’t enough to send you over the edge, then the sound of him being so vocal was, vibrations spreading on the surface of your skin. Younghoon adds the slightest amount of pressure to your clit when he sinks his pearly whites into your collarbone, coaxing your orgasm.

He swallows your whines, waiting until you’ve stopped spasming under him to slow his assault. He pulls his hoodie over his head, helping you remove your sweatshirt afterward. Your chest heaves, watching with heavy eyelids as Younghoon scoots himself further down the couch. He brings himself eye level with your cunt, experimentally blowing air on your core. You shiver, biting the inside of your lip and running a hand through his hair.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he makes eye contact with you, pressing a sweet kiss to your clit. “Can't believe you’ve been hiding this from me.”

Younghoon pushes your knees up to your chest, hands digging into the fat of the backs of your thighs. The position gives him better access to your glistening cunt. He licks a long line from your hole to your pelvic bone, flattening his tongue against you and repeating once more.

“Fuck, Hoon,” you mewl, holding the back of your hand to your forehead. “That feels so good.”

He hums, lips wrapping around your clit and giving it a harsh suck. That particular action rips a loud moan from your vocal cords. He doesn’t get any gentler, sliding both his middle and ring fingers into you as he continues making out with your pussy. Your head feels light and airy, your brain incapable of producing any coherent thoughts aside from how badly you need his cock inside of you. His thick fingers aren’t enough, you need more. You need him to fill you completely.

The pads of his fingers continuously brush along your velvety walls, inching you closer and closer to your tipping point. You aren’t sure you can last much longer, especially with the promise of having him fully following this. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly he wound you up and knocked you over the ledge again, like he was already so familiar with what you needed.

He swirls his tongue around your clit, alternating between curling his fingers and straightening them. It’s as if he’s doing a come-hither motion. Your whines are uncontrollable at this point, tugging at his hair with every suckle of your engorged skin. The sting on his scalp has him moaning against your cunt, the resonance shooting through your whole body.

“Shit shit, I’m cumming— I’m—“

Your hips buck up towards his mouth, his skillful tongue and fingers still working your overstimulated pussy until you’re begging him to stop. Good God, you already finished twice and he hadn’t even properly fucked you yet. You’re a panting mess beneath him when he parts with your lower lips, chin shiny with your release.

“You can give me one more, right?” Younghoon licks his lips to taste the remnants of your sweetness, wrapping them around his fingers to do the same thing. You let out a strained moan, nodding and connecting your mouths to kiss him roughly.

He laughs into the kiss, pulling back to tuck your hair behind your ear. His eyes resemble crescent moons, crinkled at the sides. His duality gives you whiplash. How could someone so sexy be so adorable at the same time? It was beyond you.

He goes to unbutton his pants, kicking them along with his underwear off his legs as he leans down to kiss you again. You gasp when you’re finally given the opportunity to see his dick, hard and flushed for you. You reach down to stroke him, reveling in the hiss he makes when your thumb glides over his sensitive tip.

You guide him to your entrance, but he pauses. “Wait, I don’t have anything on me.”

“It’s okay, Hoon,” you place a comforting hand on his cheek. “I trust you. I’m clean, I’m assuming you’re clean, and I’m on birth control. I wanna feel you— all of you.”

His head falls to your shoulder once more with a groan, his cock prodding your hole almost instantaneously. You exhale through your nose heavily, the stretch burning so good that you’re raking your nails down his back. Even the feeling of his broad shoulders and back muscles beneath your fingertips sends you into a frenzy. He’s just so huge. You’d never wanted to be ruined by someone as much as you wanted to be ruined by him.

Younghoon coos when you start to whimper, slowly pushing himself all the way in to his pelvic bone. He massages the back of your thighs, still pushed to your chest, pulling out gently before ramming his entire length back in. He does this a few more times to ensure your cunt has adjusted to his size, but the thought of you wrapped so tightly and warmly around him is enough to make him bust without going through the motions fully.

Your sweet pussy is so inviting, sucking him in like a fucking aspirator. He risks a glance down to where his hips meet yours, moaning so uncharacteristically at the sight of you enveloping his cock, coating it with your previous release. You clench when the sound hits your ears, provoking one of your own.

His thrusts are calculated, dragging them out so they’re deep rather than shallow. Despite not pounding into your brutally, like you were used to with past partners, you think you like this better. You can feel all of him this way. Every vein, every pulse, every fucking graze along your insides— as if he was meant to be there.

“You’re taking me so— fuck— so well, baby,” he breathes, voice hoarse in the crook of your neck. “Don’t know how much longer I can last.”

“G-God, you’re s-so b-big,” you cry, sinking your fingernails into his shoulder blades. “I feel so— oh my god— feel so full.”

You look so pretty underneath him, he doesn’t even care that he might go to hell for fucking you. He’d let Hyunjae murder him any day of the week if it guaranteed his spot above you, cock buried to the goddamn hilt. He places his forearm behind your knees, pressing your legs flat and practically folding you in half so he can speed up his tempo.

Younghoon throttles into you at a near animalistic pace, skin slapping on skin echoing throughout your apartment. You’re fucked stupid, noises that you can’t comprehend leaving your mouth to punctuate every single drive of his dick in your cunt and eyes fluttering shut. His tip kisses at that one spot that scratches your itch each time.

One particular gyration of his hips snaps that cord in your stomach and you’re cumming a third time, jaw going slack as your body spasms with the force of your orgasm. You produce no sound, the wave of your release cresting like a jolt of euphoria to your head, Younghoon following suit. However, his reaction is the opposite, so cacophonous and pornographic that it prolongs the twitching of your velvet-like walls, milking him dry of everything he can offer.

As both of you come down from your peaks, oxygen recirculating in your brains, Younghoon sighs and slips out of you. You wince, still so very sensitive from all three of your orgasms and how aggressively he was hitting it those last few minutes. You watch with choked groans as a combination of your cum flows out of your cunt onto the sofa.

Hyunjae was going to lose his mind.

“Shit, we gotta clean this up,” you panic, finally sobering up and moving into a sitting position. “I’d prefer to live long enough to tell you how much I like you.”

“Woah, wait,” his eyes widen animatedly. “Y-You like me?”

You gape at him, confused how after everything you just did together, he would think you didn't have feelings for him. “I just let you fuck me on the couch I share with my brother and Jacob. Do you think I’d do that if I didn’t like you?”

“I dunno. Maybe you were just really horny?” He shrugs, scratching the back of his neck shyly, like he hadn’t just rearranged your insides six ways to Sunday. You get on your knees, capturing his lips in a soft kiss that portrays all the words you could’ve ever wanted to say and more.

“Does that answer your question?” You ask, pecking them once again. “I like you so much, Younghoon. I have since, like, my freshman year of uni.”

He smiles warmly, cupping your cheek and caressing it with his thumb. “That’s funny because I’ve liked you since then, too.”

“That makes me so happy to hear,” you giggle, nuzzling into his palm. “Okay, now get up so I can deep clean this fucking couch.”

© juyeonszn. do not steal, claim, or repost.

[theflyindutchwoman]

It’s thirsting o’clock… cause your comment on the gif set of the hug after Tim says goodbye to his dad 😭

Can we talk about how big his stupid(ly attractive) hands are!? And also how when he hugs her — like in the dad ep (I forgot the number) and in the laundry room in 5x21 most notably — how his arm wraps around her entire back…

Idk how it’s hot but it is and we should all talk about it more. 😂

I know, right? There's something so attractive in the way his hand covers most of her back… Or her head… I don't know why but this thing is always my undoing. Maybe because it is a physical representation of how he protects her… How he can shield her with his whole body and give them both that safe space when they need it… Or maybe it's just the tall/small dynamic… Hugs are my kryptonite and these two have some of the best hugs ever.

[makeyoumine69]

Alr uhh😭

spanking and loss of virginity?

Thirst

◥ PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

◥ SUMMARY: When you accepted to have your first sex with Patrick Bateman, thinking he was a gentle lover, you didn't know how badly you were mistaken.

��� CW: 18+/ NSFW │ mildly dub-con, oral (f), rough first-time sex, Patrick being a dick.

◥ WORDCOUNT: 2.2k

◥ A/N: I couldn't stop writing this prompt, sorry it turned out to be that long. Thank you so much for this request, I hope you like it! 💕

◥ LINKS: │Bingo Writing Challange Masterlist│ │Main Masterlist│

The moment you felt his persistent touch between your legs, you knew—there was no turning back as your steamy make-out session was turning into something way more serious. Growling through the kiss, Patrick pressed you against his bedroom door, his hands tracing all over your body when you suddenly pulled away from him, gasping from the lack of air. “P-Patrick...wait,” you placed your hands on his solid chest, catching his eyes. “Do you remember what I told you?”

“About what?” He smirked and tried to snuggle into you once again, but you stopped him.

“About me being a virgin!”

“Ah, I see..” Patrick murmured, gliding a finger across your lips. “Don’t worry, I got you…”

The way he grinned after these words made you feel anxious but of course, Bateman didn’t pay attention to this. He became more excited, remembering about you being so pure and innocent. Such a delicious bite, Patrick thought as he walked away from you to sit down on his large bed.

“C'mere, Sunshine”, he patted a spot next to him, inviting you to take a seat. “Let's cut to the real chase.”

So that was it.  A bit scared, you made a shy step toward him.  When you had gotten close enough, Patrick grabbed you by the hip, forcing you to straddle his knees. 

“Patrick…” You whimpered, feeling his hot breath on your neck and his big palms squeezing your ass. “(Y/N), what now?” He asked with slight irritation.

“I’m nervous, okay?” He chuckled to himself, before turning his wild gaze on you: “Tell me, babe. Why didn't you worry about it, when you were teasing me, huh?” 

To your surprise, you didn’t even know what to say, all the words just stuck in your throat like a lump. When you didn’t reply, Bateman suddenly slapped your butt with his both hands, causing a shameless moan to fall from your lips.

“This is gonna be the last act of your 'innocent' games.” Patrick whispered into your ear, groaning the last two words, before he pushed your back, forcing you to bend over his lap; fortunately, the hem of your skirt was already pulled up.

“A-Aww, P-Patty…” You moaned, sensing his long fingers gliding along your soaked panties.

“What did you call me?” he spanked you again, much harder than the previous time. “What did I tell ya about distorting my name, you dumb little slut?”

Some more spanks made you squeak loudly, your eyes turned wet as your delicate skin burned from his harsh assault. Fidgeting around his legs, you tried to slip away from his grip to avoid being hit.

“E-enough, please…”, sobbing, you turned to look at him from your place. “I won’t do it again.”

“Of course, you won’t,” he grumbled, moving your damp underwear aside. “I think your pussy is ready for some real action. Last time she enjoyed the way my fingers were playing with her, I could tell by your loud, nasty moans. Do ya remember it, Sunshine?”

“Yes… but,” you hiccupped with how his long digits were exploring your swollen folds. “That was quite painful!”

“Mmm, what a pity,” Patrick sneered in a sarcastic voice, stroking your now red buttocks. “C’mon, (Y/N). I need you to undress and lay down on the bed.”

After these words, Bateman quickly patted your head and pressed a soft kiss to your neck before standing up as he was about to undo his expansive suit.

“Patrick…” 

Breathing heavily, you kept sitting on the edge of his bed, watching him removing his clothes when he finally paid attention to you, saying: “What? Are you gonna change your mind at the very last moment, like a scared little girl?” 

You sighed and looked away in embarrassment, pulling your knees to your chest. “No... I won’t.”

Amused, Patrick chuckled to himself at your desperate attempts to sound as confident as you could; his white shirt was seductively undone, revealing his perfect torso and his carefully trimmed pubic, this damn trail of hair was driving you crazy.

“Good,” he stated, unzipping his pants. “This was your idea, after all.”

What an unbearable narcissistic king–you thought, scowling a bit from his mocking tone and lucky for you, he didn’t notice it. Confused, you started to remove your dress but your hands simply refused to obey.

“You need a hand with that, baby?”

Looking up, you almost squeaked from seeing his exposed body, especially when your eyes glided down–the picture of his thick cock, bobbing up and down whenever he moved made you swallow hard with a breathless gasp.

“M-maybe.” As if hypnotized, you couldn't even make a move, allowing his large palms to rest on your shoulders as he was going to pull down your dress straps.

“You can come closer. I don't bite,” he crooned, hugging your waist to reach the clasp on your back. “Why didn't you wear the dress I gave you?”

“I thought about keeping it for a better occasion…” you sighed nervously, when you felt him unzipping your dress. “Why?”

“Cause I know how those clasps work, I would undress you much faster…” he suddenly paused as if he said something he didn’t plan to. “Get up, babe.”

“How?”

“Just stand up.” He smirked, lifting you by your hips.

Totally embarrassed, you stood onto his white bed, so he could pull down your dress, leaving you almost completely naked. Biting his lower lip, Patrick looked over you from the bottom to the top, humming something incoherently to himself before he suddenly got closer to your belly, pressing a fervent kiss there.

“Mmmhm, Patrick…” 

“I’ve thought about this all day,” Patrick growled, staring at you from below. “I can still feel your sweet taste on the tip of my tongue after our last time…”

And that was the end of his patience as he hungerly latched his mouth around your clit, sucking on it through your so-fucking-wet panties. 

“O-oh, G-god,” you cried out, almost falling down from they way his skilful mouth was attacking your sensitive tip. “P-Patrick, please…”

Huffing against your tender flesh, Patrick greedily licked your pussy several times before he ordered: “Lie down,” breathing rapidly, he helped you to get on your back, constantly stroking your hips here and there. “Be a doll and put a pillow under your pretty ass.”

Puzzled, you gave him a confused look: “What for?”

“To make you more comfortable, of course.” 

“Okay…” 

Without a second thought, you did what he asked, melting with how sweet he was with you. Meanwhile, something dark within Patrick’s mind was reveling in the way your eyes were sparking with pure devotion to whatever he was telling you to do.

“Such an obedient girl,” he purred, touching himself as he was about to remove your damp underwear. “So, you told me no one have ever touched you like that before?”

You nodded, fidgeting from side to side when a sip of cool air touched your oversensitive flesh. “Pat… Patrick, I’m scared.”

“Relax, baby,” he cooed, rubbing circular movements into your throbbing clit. “Just leave it up to me.”

Gasping, you let him get you work up, watching him slowly jerking himself off. Growling in a low voice, he was toying your little nub in a perfect rhythm, pushing on it with a slight pressure, that ideal balance of speed and power was setting you on fire, making you feel heavy like no alcohol ever could.

Patrick was so hard–it was almost getting painful, he desperately needed to be inside of you. He knew it, so he sped up his ministrations.

“A-aww, Patrick,” you moaned when you felt his hot mouth, encircled around your tense nipple. “I… I’m about to… I’m so…”

“You like it when I do such things to you, don’t you?” He suddenly blurted out, roughly attacking your neck.

“Mmmhm, y-yes… that feels so good, oh m-my Gosh…”

When Bateman noticed your little body convulsing beneath his huge one, he continued to roll your clit between his fingers, then switching into slapping your pussy, forcing your inner muscles to spasm so hard you thought you would combust just right there. 

Pleased by your vivid reaction, Patrick slipped his digits into his mouth to clean them up. Then, he spread your legs and placed himself on his knees between them. 

“Do you want to know how much I want you?” He murmured, lifting your leg and pressing a soft kiss on your ankle.

Panting, your lips froze in a silent moan as you were feeling dizzy as hell. Without waiting for your answer, Patrick took your hand and brought it to his stony dick, forcing you to touch it. This strange sensation of his hot flesh made you gasp, your eyes opening wide as you were scared how painfully huge he was.

“It… it won’t fit.” You looked at him pitifully, trying to close your leg, but he didn’t let you.

“Of course it will,” smirking, he placed the tip of his fully erected cock against your wet entrance. “Just one little push, Sunshine. And the worst part will be over.”

“You promise?” “Yes, dear…” He drew near to your face, pressing his forehead against yours.

With a muffled groan, Patrick grabbed on your hips, moving them closer to his and then, you felt a sharp pain right into your tense core.

“A-aww,” you whimpered, throwing your head back. “Wait, w-wait, please…”

He stopped, feeling himself on the verge of patience as his will power was about to collapse. “F-fuck, your pussy’s clinging to my cock so badly… I need to move, babe.”

His furious breathing echoed in your ears, when he continued to ram into you, coaxing your inner walls to clench even more around his dick and that was only making the situation even worse, cause he had to push harder.

“P-Patrick...mhm.” You sobbed as tears began to run down your face. 

For a moment, you thought that the worst things already passed but then, when Patrick climbed on top of your trembling body, covering you up completely, you realized–everything has just only begun. Moaning as loud as ever, you had to claw at his back from the unpleasant feeling of his beefy cock tearing you apart from the inside.

“That’s it, Sunshine,” his sudden soft voice made your heart skip a beat and temporarily forget about the pain. “A-ah… Such a good girl… taking me so well.”

Groaning, Patrick leant down to your face, brushing your tears away and moving his hips in a steady pace. With each thrust he made, the burning sensation in your womb was getting sharper, causing your hands to squeeze into fists as you were trying your best to adjust to his huge size. Even so, you couldn’t really understand–did he actually push himself into you completely? As if he could read your mind, Patrick took your palm and pressed it to your lower belly, coaxing a pitiful wail to erupt from your half-open lips: “Baby, do you feel it, too?”

Trembling, you could swear to God–that was the most excited physical contact you ever felt, as he kept gliding your hand against your abdomen, squashing it around the bulge. 

“It… it fit?” 

“I told ya it would,” he murmured, letting go of your hand and sprawling you against his perfect white sheets. “Put your legs around my back, Sunshine.”

“H-how?”  

With a dark smirk on his face, he lifted your hips, moving you higher on the pillow under your butt. “Leave them like that… Shit, you feel so good.”

His suddenly deep thrusts made you cry out in pain as you were twitching like a trapped kitten around his big bed: “Mm-mhh…Pat-Patrick, it h-hurts,” you were desperately trying to grab on to something, but almost right away, Patrick grabbed your both hands, pinning them over your head. “Slow down! A-awww, that’s already too m-much for me…”

It seemed like Bateman couldn’t hear you anymore as the overwhelming pleasure completely consumed him with how your tight inner channel was clenching around him–the friction was so vigorous, you could almost feel each vein on his thick cock.

“My sweet (Y/N), I’ve only just started.” Patrick growled before he pushed his long fingers into your mouth, shushing you as he was pounding into you harder by the second.

Ruined and exhausted, you didn’t have any strength left to struggle, so you just closed your eyes, letting him finish what he started.

When Patrick felt your body giving in to his power, he growled in delight as his solid hips were slamming into yours from such a deep angle, thanks to the pillow beneath…

How fucking naive–you thought, staring at one spot on the ceiling above as you were trying to distract yourself, but it didn’t really help. Soon, his lustful grunts and your miserable wails filled up the surrounding room, mixing with flesh-meeting-flesh sounds, whenever his heavy sac was slapping against your butt. By that moment he placed himself on his knees, fucking you as deep as he could. Panting, Patrick couldn’t get enough of corrupting your innocent body, ripping you apart inch by inch, clinging you securely in his arms.

Shaking like a leaf, you didn’t know whether you wanted to be happy cause you were so lucky to be in one bed with a man like Patrick or to hate yourself for being such a gullible little girl. One thing you knew for sure–all of your illusions of him being a gentle lover should have remained forever buried.

[applejuicebegood]

HELLO!!! It is I! I’ve been thinking… if you’d be able to do an Irish!fem!reader who has all these Irish dancing trophies and the little dresses and shoes from when she was small, cuz I still do 😭, and reader gets so embarrassed because she can’t do it anymore and the boys insist on doing the walls of limerick with her!!!! Thank you!!!!

Platonic!141 x Reader - Sweet Music

Fem!Reader

A/N: OK, I am actually so fucking sorry this took forever. I was caught up with mock exams but they are over! And I shall be writing more! I had alot of fun writing this even tho I didn't do ur ask justice. I really hope that you enjoy it tho Teddy! Thank you for being the actual best and being so patient and kind! Masterlist

Cw: Brief mentions of alcohol, Reader has a dog Word Count: 1624

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

‘You got the last box?’ 

‘Yea.. yes! Don’t worry’ You struggled to grip the dusty cardboard against your body, your foot catching your ankle on the last step of the attic later. Earlier that day, you had asked Kyle to help with the daunting task of breaking open your sealed off attic and clearing it for storage of your military gear. Getting rid of whatever your mother had decided what was best to collect and hoard before she left. You both were able to clear out the majority of the space that afternoon, choking on the kicked up dust and cobwebs. You had piled the boxes in your living room, circling your couch and chairs. You dog, Jax, strutted around the constructed towers, cautiously bending his head to sniff the stale cardboard. As you huffed the final box atop a stack that was starting to bleed into your kitchen, both you and Gaz admired your efforts with your hands resting on your hips. ‘You wanna crack em’ open?’ ‘Let me get the wine first’ You could hear Kyle snicker behind you as you made your way to the kitchen. Returning with two glasses and one of your more expensive bottles of chilled red in hand, you settled yourself on the carpeted floor. Your head resting against the seated cushion of the couch. You handed Gaz the bottles and glasses and in trade he handed you a box cutter. The echo of the wine filling the glasses was drowned by the blade of your knife ripping through the packaging tape lining the top of the box settled in front of you. Gaz did the same with a pair of kitchen scissors. You took a generous swig of your glass before diving your hands into the brown packing paper. Jax had settled his head on Kyle’s thighs, watching him unwrap a picture frame, starting a pile of garbage packing paper to be burned in your wood stove. ‘Oh-hoo.. What’s this?’ You lifted your head from the unwrapped shot-glasses to see that Gaz held a small rusted golden plaque in his hands. Your name scrawled in chipped cursive across the bottom of the frame. ‘Holy, haven’t seen that in forever. This must be my old dancing stuff’ ‘Wha- you did dance?’ ‘Surprised are you? Mom signed me up for it to get me outta the house.. I only continued with it cause’ Nan wanted me to get closer to my “gaelic roots” as she put it’ 

You scooted over to sit next to him, your hand instinctively finding Jax’s ears to scratch behind. You reached into the box and pulled out a bound pile of plaid. Undoing the twine, you unfolded a deep green plaid skirt, the seam stitched golden by your grandmother's hand. You ran your fingers down the trailing glint, it was as if you could feel your grandmother's touch holding down the fabric as she delicately thred it through her sewing machine. You could hear her sighs and coo’s of approval as you stumbled out of your bedroom, wearing the skirt for the first time. ‘So! Keep or give away?’ Kyle said before taking a swig of his own wine. He pulled another box closer to him, a small cloud of dust kicking up from his scissors gilding across the cardboard. 

‘Keep for now, might get rid of the trophies but I can gives the dresses to Emi’ ‘She’d really like that’ Kyle said smiling back at you, his rich chocolate eyes highlighted in the early evening sun. You held the small dress close to your chest for a moment before setting it beside you, in the now ‘keep’ pile. 

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

You could feel the cold of the metal seat through the lining of your tactical pants. The weight of your combat vest held you down against the bench. It was cold, the air thick with the smell of gasoline and salt. The warm brush of your lieutenant's arm against the side of yours was the only thing reminding you that there would be a bed and a warm meal to hopefully return too after this mission. It was just you and Simon on the installed benches in the transport plane, the rest of the squad just offloading moments before. ‘Leave is com’in up.. plans?’  Simon's thick, graveled baritone cut through your coms, bringing you back into the familiar state of heightened awareness. 

‘Oh.. umm.. Just gunna head back home.. Emi has a dance recital ‘week before Christmas and Mari wants me to drive her north for a weekend with her girlfriend, I told her no but she’s been begging me over the phone so-’ ‘Friends?’ Simon asked, looking over at you. You glanced up at his eyes, darkened and blood-shot. The deep onset of the pale skull mask making them appear blended into the dirtied black fabric of the hood. ‘No.. my sisters, I thought I told you- hold on’ You smiled as you reached around and dug out from a small back pocket in your vest a chipped golden photo case. Excitement brewed within you at the chance to discuss your little family. Clicking it open and holding it up for Simon, he held it between his large gloved fingers. You focused back on his eyes, watching as they looked over the photos set into the sides of the case. The first being a blurred still of Mari holding your infant sister a few days after she was born. You were able to catch her mid laugh, her smile drawn tight, deepening her dimpled cheeks. Emi was swaddled in her lap, her soft chubby cheeks poking out from the quilted blanket she was wrapped in. The second photo was an old-black and white still of your grandmother when she was younger, her hair swooped elegantly over her forehead. It was the same photo that was kept in your grandfather's wallet, given to you after he passed. Behind it was a small swath of deep green plaid fabric. Simon ran his thumb over the black crossing lines, looking back to you with confusion. ‘Oh.. that umm.. Was a piece of one of my dancing dresses.. Nan made them for me and.. I don’t know, keeping it with me is a sort of reminder I guess’ You say taking the golden frame back from him, shutting it with a click. You rubbed your thumb over the scratches and dents in the metal, a testament to the many trips the case took with you throughout your multiple deployments and missions. ‘Dancing?’ ‘Ha… yea.. Mom umm.. She had me do it throughout primary’ ‘I.. wasn’t expecting that..’ Simon mumbles, shifting on the metal bench. ‘What? Do I not look like a child dance prodigy?’ You say, nudging his arm with your elbow. ‘No just… god.. cannot picture you.. I mean-’ You tried to hold back the ripple of amusement from your lips, watching the metaphorical gears turn in Simon's head. He quickly glanced back at you, confirming your clear enjoyment in his confusion. You leaned your head back against the metal wall, thumbing the photo case before tucking it back into the pocket of your vest. It was within these small moments of reprieve from tactical expectations that you wished you could put Simon, and the rest of your team's photo within the case alongside your sisters. 

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish 

‘Johnny! Food’s here!’ You call up from your living room, placing the hot paper bags on the low coffee table. You expected to hear his harsh footsteps down the creaking wooden stairs. Yet, only the sound of the dimmed slow piano crackling from your record player and the high-pitched thrum of late evening summer crickets filled the air. ‘Johnny!’ You shouted, unpacking the food. ‘Where..? God..’ You groaned, looking towards the hallway stairwell. You trudged up the stairs, two at a time. Your feet bouncing down the carpeted hallway, the dark glow of the evening sunset casting a dim glow from the hallway window. ‘John..?’ You said, poking your head into one of the spare bedrooms. ‘In here!’ Relief broke in your chest like the shell of an egg as you heard your sergeant's rough voice from your bedroom. You hadn’t been able to yet undo the familiar anxiety that comes with the lack of response from your teammates, an anxiety bred from being their stand-by medic. 

You pushed open your bedroom door, the hinges squeaking. You had stopped using this room as yours a long time ago. It was now more a storage shed for your sister's old clothes and your military gear. You found John standing by an old dresser, dusty plaques and trophies covering the top of the mahogany wood. You watched as John held one of the frames in his large scarred hand. ‘What did ya find?’ You ask, standing by his shoulder while stuffing your hands in your pockets. ‘You should've told me you did dance’ He said, placing the frame back down. The picture he was looking at was an old, sunbleached still of you as a child, standing in a plaid dress next to your grandmother who was holding your then infant sister. Your smile held a few dark spots as you had just started losing your baby teeth.

‘Why’s that?’ You say, picking up another photo, you used the sleeve of your sweater to rub the dust from the shiny metal frame. ‘Well because my gran’ forced me into it too’ ‘Shut up’ You say, placing the cleaned frame back down with a thump. ‘Im serious, once we fly up with Roach, me’ sister’ll show you the photos’ ‘That is.. I never would have guessed’ ‘Can say the same thing for you Bonnie’ 

[raidenssblog]

hi (again) i just read through your fluff February event and I'm amazed.

can I get 18 with obanai and male of gn reader where obanai comes back for a really bad mission and he's really beat so reader cleans and baths him.

he's so underrated it hurts :(((

obanai my baby boy💋😍

Washing off

Pairing: Obanai X gn!reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: tiny bit of guilt in here and a mention of a kids death.

Summary: obanai comes home pretty messed up so you take responsibility for him,

A/N: oh my golly gosh, I have not posted in what has felt like EONS. Please have my forgiveness🙇🏽‍♀️ I've had no motivation for the past idk months maybe😭 and @tanjiros-whispers has been tring to help me (thank you sm darling😭😭)

!!!Reader can either be read as gender neutral or male!!!

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Sliding the door open, Obanai stepped into his estate. "I'm home!" He called out shrugging his haori and chucked it on the chair near him.

Undoing his bandages, he screws his face up at the amount of marks and dirt on his body. Sighing, he throws his old mask away and puts Kaburamaru on his branch in the living room.

"good boy Kaburamaru, stay here" he praised the snake as it wrapped around the bark.

Your footsteps quickened from the washing line to the house when you heard your husband call out.

Obanai has been away for more than two weeks causing you to stress and miss him. Of course you knew how strong he was but I still pined your heart knowing that at any moment an upper moon could come and kill him.

Quickly opening the door, you speed walk towards the front of the house. Turning on your heels your faced with a very dirty and worn down Iguro.

"oh my god, are you alright!?" Your excitement wearing off and worry coming making its way up your spine.

"oh darling, I'm fine. I missed you" he replied pulling you in for a strong embrace. Obanai slipped his hand on your lower back and shoulder blades before placing his head in the crook of your neck.

You held onto him as a smile broke out onto your lips. Sighing you pull away and place you hands on his cheeks.

"I'll get a bath running, how's that sound love?" You said while tracing his scars. "Sound amazing, this dirt and craps really bugging me"

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Sinking into the warm water, obanai leans back onto your chest as you continue to scrub his skin.

His legs and chest weren't as bad as his arms and face, small cuts and patches of dried blood stained his skins as you try to get it off.

"is this blood yours?" You ask, still focused on cleaning him. "No, I couldn't get there in time. It was a kid, around 3 or 4, his mother was hysterical, hitting and blaming me for his death. I still feel horrible that I cou-" "don't blame yourself Iguro, you did everything in your power to get there, if it was up to you he would still be alive."

Obanai let out a deep sigh and continued to talk relishing in the feeling of his body on yours and how gentle you are at looking after him.

"your right, I just, well I don't know. I just feel guilty that all. I feel like that after anyone dies on my hands" he says. A frown grew on your face while you wrapped your arms around his body pulling him even closer to you.

"well, I know I can't do anything about how you feel about it but if you need to take you know im right here" you say before kissing his head and squeezing him just a little tighter.

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Bye idk what this is. But school finally back in yaaaaay😒😒

[thatoneoverlyhornybitch]

How badly do you want it? | part 2

Regulus Black x Fem!Reader

Warnings: kinda public sex, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, slight breeding kink?💀, oral, slight praise, talks of blood status, lucius malfoy😭, angst

His tongue immediately licked a slow wide stripe up my slit, teasingly wiggling a bit once he reached my clit. He groaned into me, the vibrations causing my hips to buck in pleasure. "You taste so fucking good." I could feel blood rushing to my face at that, but chose to ignore it and let out a tiny whine.

He chuckled, quickly spreading me open with two ring clad fingers. He looked up at me for a moment, a wide grin on his face, and then practically dived in.

His tongue prodded at my entrance lightly as his nose rubbed against that little button of pleasure. He quickly began thrusting his tongue in and out of me at a practically inhuman speed, eyes occasionally looking up to mine with a seemingly fucked out look.

I could feel the coil inside of me winding and winding and winding, until he slipped his tongue out of me and slid up to my clit, sucking harshly. "I'm gonna...!" He only sucked more, flicking my nub with his tongue. I exploded onto his tongue with a high pitched moan that could most likely be heard throughout the entire library.

He stood up, stepping in between my thighs, his hands already working to undo his pants. He pressed his forehead to mine, slipping his tongue into my mouth allowing me to taste myself. "Taste amazing don't you pretty girl?"

I could only moan in response. He chuckled pulling away, his pants already down and his underwear about to join them. I could see his concerningly large bulge through it, a small glob of precum leaking from where his tip was most likely rubbing against.

He paused in his movements, an odd look crossing his face. I took that as an opportunity to grip the last piece of fabric concealing his cock from sight. He allowed me to slide them down, groaning as he flopped out of the boxers with a slap to his stomach. He must have been at least 12 inches, how the fuck was I meant to fit that inside of me? He wrapped my hands around it, giving me a smirk. "Put it in."

This asshole.

I pulled lightly at his rock hard cock, rubbing it through my soaking folds. He hissed quietly out of pleasure, thrusting his hips forwards slightly. He was now pressed against my entrance, tip dangerously close to pressing inside.

"Ready?" He asked softly, a surprisingly sweet look on his face. I gave a slight nod, pushing myself against him lightly. He smiled, and eased himself in. The uncomfortable feeling left almost immediately, and I felt only the delicious pleasure of being filled up.

It didn't take long for him to begin thrusting roughly, snapping his hips into my own harshly, most definitely bruising it at the inhuman pace and strength held within those thrusts. My toes curled, and I threw my head back onto the table, a breathy moan escaping me.

His grunts and groans of pleasure filled the space, along with the sounds of skin slapping skin. He gripped my left leg, holding it up and somehow reaching ven deeper inside of me, repeatedly hitting that sweet spot that brought tears to the edges of my eyes. He dropped his head to my throat, sucking hickeys onto the skin whilst thrusting deeper, and deeper.

"You're my pretty girl aren't you?" He asked in a gaspy voice, burying his head into my neck, dark curls tickling my cheek softly. I nodded my head up and down repeatedly, moaning out a whiny little "yes all yours, only yours" He began to chuckle which quickly turned into a soft moan, as I clenched around him and let out a shrill squeal.

He gripped my chin roughly, pressing a searing hot kiss to my swollen lips, his tongue finding shelter in the cavernous depths of my mouth. His moans became softer and softer as I approached my peak, legs now curled tightly around his waist, and consistently clenching my walls around him.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna stuff this tiny pussy full of my cum, are you ready love?" He asked, letting out a whiny moan as his hips began to stutter.

"Oh yes! Finish inside me Reggy, fill me up!" I practically screamed as the coil inside of me unwound itself, my vision going white momentarily as I slumped onto the desk. Soon enough I felt his piping hot seed spill inside of me, reaching deep inside of me.

He moaned one last breathy whine, and pressed forehead to mine, the both of us catching our breath. I was about to open my mouth to say something, although I quickly forgot what as I heard loud approaching footsteps, and a shrill voice screaming out.

"What the fuck are you doing Regulus?!" Lucius Malfoy. Of course. I groaned internally, remembering all the times he'd looked down on me due to having a muggle as a mother. "What do you think you're doing with this disgusting little halfblood?"

Regulus had already buttoned his pants back up, and pulled my clothes back onto me. He stared at Lucius for a bit, looked to me, then the ground.

"She promised to give me this book for the upcoming exam, couldn't pass it up. Its a must-have." He stated in a matter of factly tone, face now cold and holding none of the warmth from before. Lucius, although still disgusted, seemed to accept this response and walked away with Regulus. Leaving me behind on a table in the library, with messy hair, swollen lips, and a cunt leaking his seed.

Part of me wanted to cry, but the other part understood. I was inferior afterall, we were nothing more than rivals. That was all. That was just for the book, which I hadn't even received. He'd walked away with it.

I groaned, smacking my head against the table for a moment. I looked up at the cieling, vision slightly blurred due to the building up of tears. It'll be okay.

Afterall, its not like it meant anything to either of us.

Sorry if its short, wrote on a phone😭 part three?💀💀

[skylessnights]

GIVE ME THREE TO FIVE BUSINESS DAYS TO GET OVER THIS SCENE!!

[themaladpativedaydreamer]

Happy Valentine's Day

Pairing: Male Reader x Sam Evans Request: i need more of sam x m!reader😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️ can i request a fluff to smut story, where this take place on valentines week at mckinley where sam takes off m!reader to the auditorium and had a surprise then after that they had s*x one on the empty classrooms :))

Genre: Fluff + Smut (18+) A/N: Why did this take the whole day to write😭? Enjoy my darlings!

Once again, Valentine’s week sent McKinley High into a love filled frenzy as the halls were decorated with paper red hearts and cupid art. Y/n was excited to be spending his Valentine’s with Sam, he and the blonde-haired boy had gotten together months ago, and this was their first Valentine’s together. He knew that he wanted this Valentine’s to be special so he enlisted the help of his friends.

“I need your help.” Y/n confessed to Santana and Brittany, pulling the two Cheerios out of their conversation. With the help of the Cheerios, February 14th had rolled around, and Sam’s gift was ready. Sam now found himself in the auditorium after school searching for Y/n, until noticing his boyfriend on the stage. “This is the first time we’re spending Valentine’s together, and I wanted to make it extra special.” Y/n announced before going behind the curtains.

Greedy – Ariana Grande (Performed by Y/n with the Cheerios) (or insert whatever song you want)

The performance came to an end as Sam stood up clapping and cheering for his boyfriend before moving onto the stage towards him and wrapping his arms around Y/n’s waist, pulling him close and giving him a kiss causing the Cheerios to whistle at the couple. “Thank you, I loved it. Now I need to show you, your surprise.” Sam said as he stretched his hand out towards Santana who handed him keys. “Everything’s ready for you, Trouty Mouth.” She said, giving Y/n a wink causing him to become confused.

Sam led Y/n to Mr. Shue’s classroom which had been decorated with rose petals on the floor and red candles giving the room light. “Sam, this is amazing.” Y/n admired, noticing the picnic basket before turning around and giving his boyfriend a kiss. The kiss continued as Sam’s hands moved down Y/n’s waist to his ass, giving him the message to jump to which Y/n did, wrapping his legs around Sam’s waist before being placed on a desk.

“Are we about to have sex on Mr. Shue’s desk? And won’t the food get cold?” Y/n moaned, as his boyfriend continued kissing his neck. “He’s not gonna know and I’m craving something else right now.” Sam answered quickly, as he removed his shirt and Y/n’s. Y/n laid back on the desk as Sam’s figure hovered over him and began kissing and lightly biting down his body. The classroom contained Y/n’s moans as he felt Sam’s kisses pepper over his nipples and stomach.

Sam had the back of his waist pressed against the desk as Y/n kissed down the blonde-haired boy’s body, lightly massaging his abs before kneeling in front of the buttons of Sam’s jeans. Soon Sam’s jeans sat at his ankles as Y/n gave Sam’s hard cock kisses and strokes through his briefs. “Stop teasing me, Y/n.” Sam breathed, gripping the desk slightly. Y/n gently removed the briefs grabbing his boyfriend’s member, slowly stroking it.

Sam had his back arched as his hand rested on the back of Y/n’s head as Y/n’s mouth rested around Sam’s cock, moving back and forth. Y/n’s tongue massaged around his boyfriend’s member and passed his slit eliciting a moan from the blonde-hair boy causing him to push Y/n’s head feeling his cock go deeper in Y/n’s mouth. Y/n took as much of Sam as he could before coming up for air and moving to his boyfriend’s balls, kissing and licking them.

Sam lifted Y/n and brought him into a kiss while undoing Y/n’s pants and pulling them down with his underwear. Y/n was bent over Mr. Shue’s desk while Sam's tongue danced around Y/n’s entrance. Y/n moaned as he felt a finger enter him and a mouth take his cock. Sam pushed another finger into Y/n causing him to shift, while alternating between sucking Y/n’s cock or giving it kisses.

Sam pulled out a condom from his pants pocket and unwrapped it before placing it over his hard member. He pressed the tip of his cock at Y/n’s entrance, “Please Sam.” Y/n softly moaned, causing Sam to push the rest of his cock inside Y/n eliciting a moan from both. Y/n’s hole clinched around Sam’s cock as the blonde slowly rocked his hips back and forth as he brought Y/n’s back to his chest and kiss him while thrusting his cock into him.

Sam pulled out of Y/n and positioned him on his back on the desk, the blonde lifted his boyfriend’s legs on to his shoulder and pushed his cock back into Y/n’s hole. “You feel so good, Y/n.” Sam praised as he started to thrust in and out of Y/n causing the boy to moan.

Sam sat on the desk chair and Y/n slowly brought himself down on his boyfriend’s cock until he took all of him, feeling the hard cock stretch him and the tip of the cock touch near his spot. Y/n gyrated his hips in a circular motion while lifting himself up and down on the hard member causing Sam to throw his head back as his hands caressed Y/n’s skin. Y/n moaned as he felt Sam’s cock hit his spot and began to ride his boyfriend faster arching his back. Sam was in bliss as he kissed Y/n and wrapped his hand around his cock and started stroking it.

Y/n felt his cock throb edging closer to his climax, “Faster Sam, I’m so close.” Y/n panted as Sam started to thrust faster upward into Y/n, hitting his spot again and again. Y/n stroked his cock to the speed of Sam’s thrusts until he came over his chest, panting. Sam stopped his thrusts allow Y/n to climb off his lap and kneel in front of his cock, Y/n removed the condom on Sam’s throbbing member and placed the member in his mouth. Y/n sucked Sam’s cock urging him closer to his climax, “Fuck, Y/n!” the blonde moaned, as he released his load in his boyfriend’s mouth.

Y/n took most Sam’s warm, white release before standing up to give Sam a kiss. “I taste delicious if I do say so myself.” Sam modestly stated, causing Y/n to laugh a bit.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Sam. I love you.” “Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/n. I love you too.”

[marksbear2]

Mark I have forgotten how much I was addicted to your writing. Spice or no spice anything really. I have so many requests in my head that it's making me crazy😭 Can you pleaseeeeee write a possessive Charles smith fic?

CHARLES SMITH X MALE READER

⚠️Warnings- Smutt!! Frotting, jealous Charles, slightly mad jealous foreplay, handjob, humping. And etc!!⚠️

Jealously wasn’t an word he would describe himself but as he watched Y/n— no. His Y/n, help out Arthur clean and wax his gun while chatting man. 

Though man and man, all the of the rest gang and camp, knew Y/n was his. And yet there Arthur was being too close to Y/n. The two were laughing and nudging one another, making long and strong eye contact with one another.

Charles stomach felt tight. He could feel his own jealousy flare up. He knew Arthur and Y/n has nothing going on but still it didn’t stop his heart feeling the way that it did.

With another glare Charles walked away going back to doing his own thing trying to ignore the jealously he had in his stomach. 

After a while it was getting late and everyone was going inside their tents and such. Y/n was there sitting looking at Charles backside. Y/n has been trying to have an conversation with Charles, but the man just gave bland and short answers.

“Charles…Charlie look at me…” Y/n said wrapping his arms around him kissing his cheek.”

“What’s going on with you and…” Charles muttered as he trailed off not wanting to say what he really wanted to say. 

Charles turned around and wrapped his arms around Y/n possessively hugging him tightly burying his face in the crook of Y/n’s neck.

Charles clung to Y/N, his arm resting firmly around their shoulders as he pulled them closer, his leg draping over theirs possessively. He pressed his face into the crook of Y/N's neck, his warm breath tickling their skin. His grip tightened ever so slightly as he nuzzled closer to them, seeking comfort in their proximity.

"Mine." He murmured softly against their skin, his voice filled with possessiveness as he held onto them tightly.

Y/n was confused but, it was better then the silent treatment. Y/n leaned into the touch feeling Charles’s large hand roam around his body. Charles hand sneaks up inside his shirt and began to roam around Y/n’s body touching his nipples and tugging them. Y/n was completely confused because just a second ago Charles giving him the silent treatment but he was complaining.

Charles ignored Y/n’s confused expression As the older man touched Y/n and used his free hand to undo his belt. Y/n gripped onto his shoulders, to ‘Stop him’ but he didn’t make a actual effort to push him away. 

Once he threw Y/n’s belt to the side he zipped down the fly to your pants, and pushed his hand inside of Y/n’s underwear touching your soft cock.

Y/n let out a gasp as he felt his cold hand wrap around his cock.

“Your cock fits so good in my hand...I bet no one makes you feel like this.” Charles whispered moved his hand against and jerking the semi-soft cock in his hand. Y/n’s body tensed as he felt Charles hand wrap around his cock. Y/n started to get aroused causing his dick to harden. 

Charles kissed and peppered Y/n’s neck with small kisses as he stroked his cock until Y/n got fully hard.

Charles laughed softly as he felt his lover’s cock grow and grow in his hand until Y/n were fully hard. He let go of his nipple and used the now free had to tug Y/n’s boxers and pants down low enough for his cock and can spring free from the pants.

Y/n shivered as the cold air in the air reached his cock. Charles stared at Y/n’s shaft for a while slightly admiring the size and the color taking everything in. Charles reached his own hand to his own belt and threw it to the side as he pulled down his boxers and pants he was already hard.

Charles went back to stroking Y/n’s cock as he used his free hand to jerk himself off as well. 

While the whole process Y/n could hear him mumble “Your mine” “Only I get to touch you.” Just a bunch of jealous laced words from Charles.

 Y/n feel his eyes burning into his skull, studying Y/n as if he were kind of animal. Y/n can feel his breath against his own skin. Charles let’s go of Y/n’s and his own, before grabbing Y/n’s waist and pushing down more into the floor as he rubbed his own cock against Y/n’s.

Both of the men’s cock’s rubbed against each other’s, both tips grazing one another’s. It made Y/n’s face and body hot from arousal. Charles laid in between Y/n’s legs on top of him humping his own cock with Y/n.

Y/n’s tip began to leak out precum it leaked, he began to groan as he thrusted his dick against his. Sometimes he would pull away and rub his tip against your hole teasing you. Charles spit into his hand and took both of y’all’s memebers into his hand jerking the both of you off at the time.

Y/n’s head fell back as his toes curled as he moaned. Charles looked down at Y/n admiring him. He smirked and leaned down pushing his own tongue forcefully in his mouth.

Y/n moaned and kissed him back, moving your tongue back against his own. The two’s tongues swirled and moved around one another’s. Y/n began to move his hips into his hand humping into his hand as both of cocks got wetter and wetter from both precum. Charles squeezed his hand, it felt so good.

Y/n were lost in pleasure with everything, lust consumed him as he felt the knot in his stomach tighten. Y/n began let out heavy and erotic moans with small whimpering. Y/n’s body began to jolt and tense as your eyes roll back into his own head, his legs shaking as the tip of his cock shot just cum. 

Y/n gasped and held onto Charles shoulders to gather yourself. Y/ms cum got onto his shirt and Charles own cock and hand. Y/n were panting as his cock leaked out all the cum.

Charles had a smug look on his face as he looked at the aftermath of Y/n’s face. 

“You might as well let the whole gang hear what I’m doing to you.” Charles whispered kissing him passionately hugging him while whispering praises.

THE END

[powerofelvis]

drunk elvis knocking at your door in the middle of the night, confessing his feelings for u.

baby, give me all the fluff and smut and whatever you wanna do with it. 😏

This was literally shit but I got it done. I’m sorry bestest girl, I’ll write anything else for you if you don’t like it. 😭 I love you @headfullofpresley

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader, Austin!Elvis x Reader

Word Count: 912

Warning(s): SMUT, Drunk Elvis, Fluff

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It was a nice night out, you were curled up on your couch as you were reading the latest book that you were caught up on. You were taken away from your book with a knock at your door. You stood up, pulling your robe tighter against you as you walked towards the door. I wonder who that could be at the door, you thought. You unlocked the door, opening it to reveal a very intoxicated Elvis Presley. “E-Elvis, what are you doing here? Weren’t we supposed to meet tomorrow on Beale Street?” You stood away from the entrance, to allow him to come in from the cold. “It’s cold out and you smell like alcohol, what gives?” You laughed, closing the door after he walked inside. He was watching you as if he was afraid that you would disappear. “What’s wrong?” You asked, before he pressed his lips to yours. You were taken aback before putting your hands against his chest, pushing him away.

“W-what are you doing, Elvis?” You asked, looking at him. He bit down on his lip, before running his hand down his face. “I can’t do this anymore, darlin’, I have to tell you how I feel before it’s too late.” He slurred, wrapping his arms around your waist. “What are you talking about?” You asked, stepping back from him. “I love ya, Y/N. Now goddamnit, we’ve been best friends for years and you ain’t caught on yet?” He asked, stumbling close to you. Your eyes widened and your jaw fell as you looked over at him. You definitely knew he felt something—from the long stares and the subtle touches whenever you two were close together. You felt the same way too, but you didn’t want anything to ruin your friendship. “I’ve had feelings for you ever since high school, Elvis. But I never thought you felt the same way. That’s why I haven’t said anything.” You spoke with confidence, reaching out to take him by the hand. “I did catch on, Elvis. The looks, the touches, and how you would drop everything to see what I needed. But I didn’t want to ruin your life. You’re about to go far and I’m more afraid that you won't need me anymore.” You whimpered.

Elvis shook his head, pulling you into his arms. “Now that’s not true, sweetheart. You’re my bestest girl and that’s how you’ll always be.” He pressed his lips to yours, holding you tightly in his arms. You kissed him back with fervor, wrapping your arms around his neck. You pulled him back towards your bedroom, kissing his lips with need. “Wait Elvis, you’re drunk. Are you sure you want to do this?” You asked, running your fingers down his chest. “I want you, darlin’. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time.” He said, tugging your robe open. You shivered at the air hitting your skin, your nipples immediately perking up from under your babydoll nightie. He looked you over once, pushing your robe off of your shoulders before pressing another kiss to your lips.

Elvis laid you back on the bed, going back to kiss you as his hands ran up your nightie. You shivered, arching your back into his touch. “Please touch me, Elvis.” You moaned out, unbuttoning his pink laced button up. You pushed his shirt off, running your fingers across his chest. Your fingertips ran across his nipples, causing him to shiver from your touch. “You naughty girl.” He smirked, pulling your nightie off of your body, revealing nothing underneath. He chuckled, kissing down your body. “I don’t need any special treatment tonight, lover boy. I need you now.” You pulled him up towards you, undoing his slacks. He stood up from the bed, pulling down his pants and boxers—cock springing free from its confinement. Seeing how he was hard and ready for you sent shivers up your spine.

He aligned his cock against your entrance, pushing into you swiftly. You gasped, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Ah, Elvis!” You moaned, running your fingertips down his back. He pumped his hips into you drunkenly, but he managed to hit your sacred spot again and again. “Please don’t stop baby.” You moaned, throwing your head back against the mattress. “You feel better than I imagined, mama.” He moaned, looking down at you writhing underneath him. He had visualized how he would witness you coming undone underneath him, but nothing was better than what he was witnessing at this moment. He may have been drunk, but he wasn’t too far gone not to see that he was making you feel good. “Are you gonna be my girl?” He moaned into your ear, tugging at it with his teeth. “Ah yes!” You screamed, pulling him closer as he pounded into you.

“Oh damn baby, I’m not gonna last. Come with me.” He moaned as his hips stuttered, before he painted the inside of your walls with his cum. He moaned, falling beside you and pulling you into his arms. “So does this mean we are going steady now?” He asked, slurring his words. However, you understood what he was asking. “Yes baby, I’m your girl.” You giggled, noticing that he had passed out instantly after speaking. So much for wanting to talk things out, you thought. You sat up in the bed, running your fingers down his face. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were to be his girl—finally.

[misc-obeyme]

"you and mammon are clearly made for each other" 🥹 🥹 excuse me while i go sob, that's so sweet

I really should start writing! I keep daydreaming scenes and the whole thing plays out in my head, but I never put it to paper. It's just rattling around (also I saw a tiktok saying that not everything you draw has to be with the intention of becoming a finished piece, and I've been having SO MUCH FUN sketching today.)

Like today, I got a tiktok about Orpheus and eurydice that really stuck with me. And there's the whole debate of whether or not you'd turn around if you were in their shoes. And I was imagining the brothers reaction to it, and probably some of them saying they could make it with ease if it was for MC (i think Mammon and Lucifer would argue they could, and maybe Satan or Beel would be the one to say they might turn around)

"Do y'all really think you could make it? His love for her was his reason and his undoing."

"C'mon! It can't be that hard, right? Ya just gotta follow the Great Mammon, I'd lead ya outta danger easy peasy! No turning back required."

"But think about it, Mammon. Can you? Could you hear me behind you, and never feel torn by wanting to take a peek? Could you trust that I'd follow you anywhere? You know you can, you know that I would, but you would still want to see for yourself. The anxiety would be eating me away."

"But it means both of us getting out if I don't peek! If it was for you, I'm sure I could do it... I just have to keep going. Ain't it that simple?"

"Honestly, if I was in his shoes, and I heard you speak my name, I'd have to drop to my knees to resist what's now become second nature. And even then, I'm not sure I'd make it. I would turn around, I would need to make sure you're okay...Think about it, Orpheus loved her too much, so he turned. I would turn around if it was you behind me-... *Coughs* Uh, anyway... That's how I see it..."

"...Did you just-" -Satan

"WOW WOULD YOU LOOK AT THE TIME, I THINK I FORGOT SOME HOMEWORK, NIGHT GUYS!"

"it's 5:00 pm??" - Mammon, who is trying to figure out wtf happened and why i ran off

and this is how i would be accidentally confessing i was in love with mammon. because god knows i would deny my feelings to hell and back in the beginning!! (I'm pretty sure I'm ALSO a tsundere unfortunately 😭)

anyway, who do you think would/wouldn't turn around? do you think Barbatos would? Solomon?

- ✨ anon

Yo, I'm just calling it like I see it!

I just find that it helps to get the ideas out somehow! That could be writing or drawing or whatever you like! I think most creating is like that, too - you can do a lot without necessarily having to completely finish it! I'm glad you've been sketching a bunch!

BAH that is the CUTEST confession ever???

Especially if he doesn't get it lolol classic Mammon right there.

Oh NO two tsunderes falling for each other!?! It's okay, slow burns are great lol. Though it'd be one of those situations where everybody else is fully aware that you're both in love with each other and they're just like siiiigh these two. That's so cute, though!

Let's see, who would turn?

I don't think Barbatos would. I think part of what caused Orpheus to turn around was that he didn't believe Eurydice was actually behind him. He didn't trust the gods and like... who can blame him? Greek gods do all kinds of crazy shit all the time.

But Barbatos? He'd know. He'd know somehow if MC was behind him. Not only that, but there's no way anybody would trick him. I think if they did, they'd unlock Murderous Barb in two seconds flat and I'm convinced that guy could kill a god if he wanted to. He's a very patient demon, but he won't stand being tricked over something like that. You do that, you forfeit your life. Possibly being dragged to the infamous dungeon even.

It'd be harder for Solomon. He just doesn't have the same kind of all-knowing master of time nonsense that Barb has. I feel like he'd be more on par with Orpheus, if older and wiser due to the whole immortality thing.

To be honest, I kinda see Solomon being the one to do the tricking. Like I don't think he'd just accept a deal like that. I don't think he'd trust it. So he'd either try to negotiate for something he does feel okay with or he'd use his magic to somehow hold the god accountable. (Not sure if it'd actually be Hades in this scenario since we're talking about the Underworld... wouldn't it be interesting if it was Diavolo????? OMG that would change my Barb answer lol. But let's assume it isn't him, but some other entity of Death or something.) I just think Solomon would be more likely to use his magic to guarantee that things go the way he would want them to.

If for some reason he couldn't do any of that, though, and it just came down to him having to walk out of the Underworld without turning around... I think he could do it. I think it'd be really hard for him. But I think he could do it. Especially if MC was still really young when they died.

MAN. That's tragic. Good thing this isn't something all our fools would have to do can you imagine???