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shadesslut · 8 months

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Idk if I’m doing this right but can u do a Chad Meeks Martin smut where she’s dating either Ethan or wes but her and chad have a secret enemies with benefits and she goes underwear shopping and Chad is there and there’s loads of flirting and stuff

I LOVED THIS REQUEST

little secret

MINORS DNI

Pairing: (Chad Meeks-Martin x Fem!Reader)

Content Includes: (Smut, cheating, slight voyeurism)

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Chad and Y/N’s relationship was…interesting to say the least. He had met her through Ethan, his roommate, and the moment he connected eyes with her all he wanted to do was rip off her clothes. His wish came true that night they met, and once he got a taste of her, he couldn’t get enough. There was one slight problem, she was dating Ethan. Neither of them were necessarily proud of what their little secret was, and it caused tension between the two around the others. To the others, they looked at their relationship full of hate. Oh how they were wrong.

Chad was having a bad day. It was Saturday, a guy like Chad was supposed to be having a good day full of drinking and hanging out with his friends. But, here he sat, alone in his kitchen. Ethan had left a few hours ago, with her, to go shopping. They invited Chad, well, Ethan invited Chad, but Chad didn’t want to be a third wheel once again. He also didn’t wanna have to stare at Y/N’s ass be groped by Ethan all day.

He groaned, once checking his phone again for any new messages. He pressed on Snapchat, instantly going to his private album. He scrolled through the photos of Y/N, her bare body starting to arouse Chad. He reached into his sweatpants, starting to stroke himself. He softly whined, and his thumb accidently swiped on the screen, pulling up the map. He immediately stopped stroking as he saw Ethan and Y/N’s bitmoji pop up right next to each other.

“Fuck me,” he groaned, taking his hand out of his pants.

He was starting to get heated, and he huffed as he shot Ethan a text.

Chad

Changed my mind omw

2:36 pm

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Ethan waved at Chad from a little table in the food court. Chad nodded as he walked over, dapping Ethan up.

“I’m glad you changed your mind.” Ethan said smiling, offering Chad some of his fries. Chad only smiled, taking a fry.

“Where’s Y/N?” Chad asked.

“She’s um-looking for underwear,” Ethan quickly said, coughing.

Chad laughed, but his cheeks grew warm. “Didn't wanna help her?” He asked teasingly. Ethan shook his head rapidly. Chad knew that the two had never slept together, so Ethan’s shyness was expected.

Ethan’s phone buzzed, and he flipped his phone over, face going pale as he read the message. “Shit,” He cursed, immediately standing to grab his stuff.

“What’s wrong?”

“I-I forgot I work a shift at three, shit. Can you-“ Ethan stammered, shortly being interrupted by Chad.

“I’ll drive Y/N home.” Chad assured him.

Ethan let out a relief of sigh, and quickly thanked Chad before leaving. Chad was suddenly thanking himself for coming here.

He looked around awkwardly for Y/N in the lingerie store. It was mostly full of women, some dragging their poor boyfriends along behind them. Chad’s eyes stopped on a mannequin, which was clad in a black lace set. The bra had a little pink rose on the center gore, and it had two black bows on the straps. The lace was see through, and Chad imagined Y/N wearing it, being able to see her nipples.

His eyes wandered down to the panties, which also had a pink rose on it. The panties were connected to a garter, which connected to thigh highs. Chad drooled at the set, only picturing Y/N wearing it.

“Can I help you, sir?” He heard a woman ask. He immediately spun around to the voice, embarrassed. He sighed as he saw Y/N.

“Yes actually, I was thinking about getting this for a special lady.” He joked, slightly smirking.

She snorted. “As if you have a special lady.”

Chad smiled seductively, checking their surroundings to make sure no one was in the same area as them, before grabbing at her hips. “I think I do,” he whispered, his head tilting.

Her eyes widened. “Chad, Ethan-“

“He left. Had a shift.” He interrupted. She let out a sigh of relief, and she pushed him away. Chad peeked at her shopping basket, looking at the sets of lingerie she threw in. “Can I see you wear them?”

“No, I told you yesterday.” She said sternly.

Chad remembered. The night before Y/N had called him, and she told him that their little ‘friends with benefits’ was over.

“I know you told me yesterday, but you see, I didn’t agree to it.” Chad sarcastically said.

She rolled her eyes at him, walking to the next section. Chad quickly grabbed the black set before following her.

“It’s not up to you, I can’t keep doing this to Ethan.” She told him, looking through pairs of thongs.

“Let me change your mind.”

“No.” She spat, grabbing the set out of his hands. She walked into the fitting room. Chad wanted to follow her in but didn’t want to seem like a creep, so he waited.

He scrolled aimlessly on his phone, watching a girl leave the fitting room. He heard shuffling, and a loud sigh. “Chad?” Y/N shouted from her room.

“Hm?”

“Can you,” another sigh. “Can you help me?”

He chuckled before standing up and knocking on her door. She opened it a tad, letting him in. “Alright babe, I’m here to assist-“

Chad’s mouth, figuratively speaking, was on the ground. She was wearing the set he had admired previously, but the garter was clipped on. His eyes immediately went to her breasts, and he practically drooled at the sight.

“Can you help me with the garter?” She asked, huffing as she tried to clip it on.

He nodded quickly, his hands instantly reaching to her thighs. He stuck his tongue out as he focused on clipping it on, but failed to do so. She let out a groan and slumped in the chair. Her hips slid towards his face, and her legs spread open. Chad’s eyes flicked up in between, and he felt himself get hard again.

“So, I know you said things were over, but, your vagina is quite literally in my face.” Chad said, looking up at her. She let out a slight laugh.

“What’re you gonna do about it?”

Oh.

Now that set off Chad.

His eyes turned dark, and he grabbed at her waist, causing her to yelp. He shushed her by smashing his lips on hers, and he practically ripped the panties off. She gasped at the cold air, and Chad grinded his hips into hers.

He picked her up in his arms, holding her ass with his hands.

“Chad-We can’t, We can’t do this here. Someone will hear,” she whispered, panting.

He only kissed her neck sloppily, and slowly pulled down his sweats and boxers. “Then I guess you’re gonna have to keep your mouth shut.”

Chad shoved his dick inside of her, instantly moaning at her warm feeling. He rocked his hips up into hers, and he squeezed her ass. Her hand flew to cover over her mouth, muffling her moans.

He thrusted his hips into her at a quick pace, burying his face into the crook of her neck.

“Fuck you always hug me so tight,” he whimpered.

She only moaned in response, wrapping her legs around his wait. His chest bounced as he moved, and he started to play with her tits. At this point, they were shameless, moaning and whining each other’s name, having no care in the world to who heard them.

“Chad,” she said, breathlessly.

He looked at her, still sliding his dick in and out of her smoothly.

“I’m gonna cum,”

Chad only chucked dryly, his ego boosted. “Already baby? What, poor thing isn’t used to this kind of treatment from her sweet boyfriend?” Chad mocked.

“Don’t talk about him while you’re- Ah! Fuck, while you’re inside me,” she protested.

“I bet he wishes he could fuck you like this. Hell, fuck you at all!” She started clenching around him even harder. “I bet he thinks about you when he touches himself, huh?” He whispered, teasingly.

Her eyes started to water at the spot the tip of his dick hit perfectly, repeatedly.

“I bet you think about my cock when you two make out. Do you baby? Do you think of your little secret’s cock?”

She nodded rapidly, wrapping her arms around his neck as he continued to pound into her.

“Are you gonna let me cum inside you baby? Like the good girl you are?” He whispered, his mouth pressed up to her ear. Again, she nodded desperately.

He grunted, rolling his hips into her a few more times before cumming inside of her, her finishing along with him. Chad looked down in between them as sweat dripped down his forehead. He half-smirked at the sight of his white liquid spilling onto the pair of panties. It was alright though, he had planned to buy them for her anyways.

#scream #scream 6 #scream vi #chad meeks x reader #chad meeks martin #chad meeks imagine #chad meeks smut #mason gooding #jack champion

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wontontrap · 4 months

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Hey! I saw you take requests!

Can you write a smutty smut about eddie and reader getting married and the honeymoon?

TIA ! 😘

Hello?? It's a Vegas wedding with rockstar!Eddie and we KNOW it.

disclaimer: I kinda went hard on this one part (guess which) idk what I did but I did it

content warnings: fem reader, rough smut, fingering, slight oral (f receiving), ring play (?), cocky!eddie, rockstar!eddie, drunk wedding night sex, slight exhibitionism ?? idk she just be getting dicked down out here as her wedding gift fuck a toaster

HEADLINE: Corroded Coffin frontman Eddie Munson Marries Longtime Girlfriend in Private Vegas Ceremony

You felt the champagne getting to your head as you ran through the hotel's long hallway, Eddie's hand in yours and your torturous heels in the other. He fumbled to unlock the door after letting go of you, another expensive bottle's neck in the crook of his thumb.

Finally, the door opened and he tossed the bottle aside. You heard it hit the floor and roll. No matter, you were both thoroughly trashed.

"My wife!" he playfully growls, tackling you to the bed.

You squeal, your satin slip of a dress riding up your legs. He makes an ardent show of kissing slowly up your leg before grabbing your garter with his teeth and dragging it off of you. Your head is spinning and your cunt is throbbing. Soon he's stripped of everything but his unbuttoned black slacks. Your dress was already showing off that small triangle of lace between your thighs, and he ran a heavy hand across his clothed length.

"We should get you out of this," he says, helping you from the bed. You raise your arms for him and he lifts the dress over your head, placing it on its hanger in the small closet.

He ghosts his hand over your matching lace, those damned rings making you shiver as always.

"Is this an important piece of wedding wear?" he asks.

It wasn't. Just something so you wouldn't go bare underneath the already thin fabric of your dress. The cameras always caught you two no matter where you went, and tonight was obviously no different.

"No" was all you had to tell him. He didn't even let you finish your sentence before he ripped your top open from the center bow, exposing your tits to him. He pulled you in, latching his mouth onto the closest one and giving a deep groan of delight. You threw your head back, mewling for him as he reached behind you and ripped the string of your bottoms. He gave your ass a quick slap before diving into your wet pussy with his fingers. You were gaping for him and he had no issue pushing two fingers in after spreading you apart.

"Jesus," he sighs. "She wants me bad, huh?"

You loved it when he talked like this. Talked about your most intimate areas as if they had minds of their own and couldn't resist him. He was right every time.

Directing you back to the bed, fingers still inside you, he released you and pushed you down onto the plush mattress. You rid yourself of the scraps of fabric that were once your wedding lingerie and presented yourself to him. Your hole quivered, clenching around nothing, as he knelt down at the edge of the bed. He licked you from your aching cunt all the way to your sensitive clit in one swift motion, afterwards giving your pussy a light slap.

"I can be gentle tonight," he tells you, "as a wedding gift."

"Shitty gift," you respond, egging him on.

Your response was all he needed. This game you two always played. He knew you only liked it one way with him, and marriage wouldn't change that.

"Suit yourself," he says, forcing your legs apart. You choke out a gasp as he shoves two fingers back into you, immediately beginning to twist and curl them. The cold rings touch your hot skin as he stops his previous ministrations to move them in and out of you at a brutal pace. You fist the sheets as small whines escape you. He pulls his fingers out of you, making a fist and grinding his ringed knuckles along your clit. You let out a blood curdling scream; that's always when he knows he has you.

"Scream all you want," he says. "Perks of the penthouse."

"That feels so fucking good!" you cry out. "Don't stop!"

"Always so nasty," he coos. He's on his knees in between your legs, a tender fist holding you down by your cunt as you rock your hips into the harsh metal.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." you whine, rolling your hips against his fist as you watch him finally release his bruiser of a cock. It slaps against his lower stomach, twitching and leaking.

You can feel yourself about to succumb to your orgasm, and when you do, you soak the sheets below while screaming his name.

He taps the head of his cock on your abused clit; dipping it into your hole a few times before sheathing himself in you to the hilt without warning.

"This pussy belong to me?" he asks, setting a punishing pace.

"Fuck yes!" you cry, brows furrowed and toes already curling. He grabs your leg, hooking it over his shoulder. The other he pins away from you, locking you open for him.

He mercilessly drills into you, an onslaught of praises and filthy words for only you to hear. Your responses are that of loud mewls, excruciating moans, and strained growls.

"Louder!" he orders. "I know the paps are lurking around, let 'em hear you!"

"Fuck!" you let out. It's deafening. "You feel so good inside me — it hurts so good — harder!" you tell him.

He folds you in half with a growl, pummeling you harder and harder until you feel him start to falter.

"Cum with me," he pants.

You angle yourself up, rubbing your clit for him as he violently fucks into you for his final thrusts. He spills inside of you, and you catch your own release seconds after, milking him dry.

Lying next to you, pinkies entwined, he lights a cigarette for you to share. He sits up, looking around in the darkened room, the only light streaming in from the neon colors of the Vegas strip.

"Where'd that bottle go?"

#smut requests #eddie munson #eddie munson smut

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 10 months

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I saw that you know fairy tail, so gods/humans with a s/o like Lucy. Star dress and keys, all that jazz. If Lucy reader joins ragnarok is up to you. If ya do it thanks!

-You were a great beauty around Valhalla, known for your warm and friendly personality, and drive to help others wherever you could.

-You were a bit naïve with some things, due to how you were raised, but you strived yourself to live independently away from your father and estate, no matter how much you missed your friends there, not seeing them as servants, but family and friends instead.

-Growing your skills around Valhalla, training against other warriors who were surprised that you were so strong, as you didn’t look like it.

-You always gave everything you did your all, helping your friends in Fairy Tail, and helping your friends around Valhalla, you didn’t give up easily and that’s what many admired about you.

-This determination and your power, your magic with your Celestial Keys, is what led Brunnhilde to you to have you fight for humanity.

-You hesitated, being reminded of the Grand Magic Games back on earth when you were alive, where you had lost several matches against stronger opponents, and you didn’t want to risk disappointing everyone by losing, especially when humanity was at stake.

-It took the support of your friends, Natsu, Erza, Happy, Gray, Juvia, Wendy, and so many more, who were all there for you, cheering you on, for you to accept.

-Brunnhilde knew of your apprehension to joining the tournament, and you joined as a reserve fighter, joining Nostradamus as a wild card fighter.

-You steeled your nerves when you walked out into the stadium, a focused, determined look on your face, hiding any traces of your fear that you had been selected to fight.

-You heard your friends all cheering loudly for you, but you didn’t acknowledge them, as you didn’t want to lose your focus as Goll was your partner for this match, turning into a key to match the others on your belt, a secret weapon.

-The goddess you were facing off against was Eris, a cruel goddess who loved to create chaos and loved to see others suffering, and that thought alone made you furious, but you had to keep your head about you, else you would lose it.

-When the match began you immediately pulled out two keys, “Open Gate of the Golden Bull!! Open Gate of the Maiden!!”

-Virgo and Taurus immediately appeared at your call, greeting you as Miss Y/N, before you spoke once more, “Star Dress: Mix Form! Taurus and Virgo!!”

-A sparkling light surrounded you, changing your clothes into that of a cow print bikini, cowboy boots, thigh high lace stockings with garters, a frilly apron around your waist, frilly headband, and frilled black gloves on your hands, holding a heart shaped riding crop.

-You hadn’t even attacked yet and you already took out one god without even touching him, as Zeus had immediately collapsed with a massive nosebleed, hearts in his eyes as many men in the crowd were cheering loudly at you.

-Eris was amused, thinking you were weak for having called two others to help you fight but she was stunned when you were the one that charged first, punching her hard in her stomach, blowing her back with a jarring shockwave.

-Jaws were dropped all around, except with your friends, seeing your immense strength as well as your combat skills as you went on the attack, flanked by your Celestial Spirits, your friends, quickly overwhelming Eris.

-The match was going well until she managed to send you flying back, throwing several of her apples at you which exploded, making you scream out in pain as your spirits were sent back to the Spirit World.

-Eris then delivered everything back on you ten times worse, stomping you and brutalizing you, you could hear your friends demanding that she stop and even many of the gods were sickened by her brutality, seeing it as unneeded torture.

-Eris flung you back, going to end it before you heard Goll, who was kneeling over you in a spirit form, “Y/N! Use me!” you gave a small nod before screaming as you were kicked hard in the stomach, being sent back again.

-Eris mocked you, laughing cruelly, turning to mock your friends and the other humans, thinking you were down for the count.

-Your teeth clenched together, and your hands became fists as you slowly shifted to push yourself up, stunning everyone by your determination as Eris turned, looking both annoyed and exasperated, “You humans don’t know when to give up, do you?”

-You glared hard, shifting to your knees before slowly standing, “If I- if I can move, I can stand- and if I can stand, I can fight! I’m not giving up!! Plus, I needed to buy some time!” the last sentence you ended with playful wink, stunning her and everyone else around before you held up Goll’s key, “Open Gate of the Celestial Spirit King!!”

-Jaws dropped, seeing the massive spirit appearing, and this time you didn’t have to sacrifice one of your keys, as Goll’s special ability allowed you to open the Celestial Spirit King’s gate, but only once.

-He took care of Eris easily, ending her quickly, not going to torture her before he turned to smile at you, bowing his head before disappearing.

-Goll had to quickly reform, only barely catching you as you collapsed, “Y/N?!” you heard the crowds cheering around you as you smiled gently up at Goll who was in tears, a bright smile on her own lips, you both did it!!

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #lucy heartifilla

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cloudlessly-light · 17 days

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From boys to men (Chapter 2/3)

A/N: This is a continuation of my fic From boys to men that was supposed to be a one-shot, but since I’m me and I love age-gap Hotchniss more than I should, this will now be a three-parter. Chapter one can be read here! Title: From boys to men (Chapter 2/3) Summary: From the moment Emily meets Aaron she knows that she has to have him, she doesn’t care that he’s older than her, doesn’t care that he’s Dave’s best friend. She wants him. Word count: 3,9k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, oral sex, dirty talk, teasing, praise kink, jealousy, feelings, age difference, (Emily is 22, Aaron is 40-ish)

They had been doing this, whatever they were calling it, for almost three months now. It was fun, sneaking around, having a secret nobody else knew about. Ever since that first afternoon with him, Emily had realized just how better an older man did… well everything. It wasn’t just the sex, but the conversation, the small gestures, the way he could make her feel like the only woman in the world. He always made time for her, something she knew was something he didn’t have much off. And she appreciated every second of it.

It wasn’t dating, she knew that, had to remind herself that a man so much older than her only saw her as something fun, as a way to blow off steam. He used her and she used him too, a twisted game that she found herself loving every second off. It was exciting, the allure in him drawing her in just as easily now as it had the first time they met. But that didn’t stop her from thinking about him more than she should. And she knew that it was dangerous.

Her eyes drift to the clock on her wall as she flips the page of the book she’s paying absolutely no attention to. He was coming over, had texted her before getting on the plane after closing a case and as time dragged on, she felt her excitement only increase. They hadn’t seen each other in almost two weeks, but when her phone had dinged with the incoming message she didn’t even pretend to hesitate before agreeing.

When he knocks on her door she quickly gets up from the couch and looks over her appearance quickly, a smile on her face at her own reflection. She opens the door and is immediately greeted by dark eyes and furrowed brows as he takes in her lack of clothes.

Aaron’s eyes sweep over her form, mouth going dry by the sight of her in dark red underwear and garters, black stockings on her legs. She was a beautiful woman. He found her just as stunning in sweats as he did in lingerie, but the fact that she had taken the time to dress in something she knew he would love, made something in his chest warm while the dull ache of arousal settled low in his stomach. He grips the doorframe tighter, has to force himself to keep his composure but knows that she catches the way his jaw clenches at the sight of her. He had missed her, a feeling he knew he shouldn’t feel.

“Hi.” She breathes as she shivers from the intensity of his gaze. When he walks inside she backs up, barely even noticing the way the door slams behind him as he pushes her up against a wall and her hands grip the lapels of his suit jacket.

“This new?” He hooks a finger under the strap of her bra, voice already dropped low in that way she loves. His eyes follow his finger as he slowly trails it lower, over the cup of her bra and further down until he’s toying with the hem of her thong. When she nods he smiles, his breath mixing with hers as he stands pressed against her, forcing her to feel the power of him.

“Yeah.” She manages, already falling under his spell, she always did. She tries to kiss him but he keeps her trapped against the wall, his lips only grazing hers when he speaks and it’s driving her insane.

“Pretty.” He dips his fingers further down her underwear and is unsurprised to find her wet already. “Too bad you won’t be wearing it for long.”

At that she smirks, dark eyes gleaming up at him.

“That was always the point.”

“Is that so?” He hums, the sound vibrating against her chest as he slowly circles her clit and when she sucks in a breath he chuckles. “I see someone’s already excited.”

“You’ve been making me wait hours.” The slight irritation in her voice does not go unnoticed by him, but before he can say anything he feels her hand cupping him through his slacks. “Besides, I’m not the only one.” She squeezes his hard cock and when he swallows harshly she feels like that’s a win in itself.

He always wanted to be in control, and she relished the few occasions when she caught him off guard. For a moment she thinks she’s winning whatever battle of wills they’re playing but then it’s like he shakes himself out of whatever trance she was still under and he claims her lips in a bruising kiss.

His tongue sweeps over her bottom lip as he swallows down her surprised moan, his fingers dipping inside of her quickly and gathering her wetness on them before breaking the kiss and pushing his fingers between her lips.

“Don’t play games with me, sweet thing.” He mumbled and watched as she sucked her slick of his fingers, a low groan sounding in his throat at the feel of her tongue against the pads of his fingers. “Now, be the good girl I know you are and bend over the couch for me.”

Her mind is still reeling when he steps away from her, body buzzing with arousal. She feels his eyes on her the entire time as she walks the short distance to the couch and slowly bends over it until she’s leaning on her forearms on the seat and her hips are perched high over the back of it. The warmth of his body against her causes her to suck in a breath, his large hands caressing the outside of her thighs and up her hips slowly.

“Fuck I missed this.” He muses as he takes in pale skin and soft curves. “Been too long.” Slowly he kneels behind her, his tongue licking over one of her ass cheeks as he does.

“Then maybe you should do something about it.” She challenges, but her words pack little punch when her voice comes out breathy and bordering on shaking. Still, he snickers behind her, and she feels the soft puffs of air against her clothed center.

“I really should.” He agrees as he pulls her thong to the side to expose her fully to him. “Stay like this.” His words are mumbled, and he isn’t sure she even hears him, but he doesn’t care and instead licks through her slowly.

The moan that erupts from her is needy and she can feel his smug smirk against her folds as his arms wrap around her thighs to keep her open and still for him. She feels his tongue dip inside of her, feels the groan vibrate against her as he tastes her and she arches higher, giving herself fully to him. He had spent many nights taking her apart like this, had memorized exactly what got her off quickly and what would keep her right at the edge.

Tonight he wanted her to come fast and hard.

His lips wrapped around her clit, his tongue flicking it and Emily whimpered his name. With her eyes squeezed shut and hands gripping the fabric of her couch she stayed still as he pushed his tongue inside of her. His fingers were gripping so hard she knew she’d have bruises on her thighs, marks that she’d press on in the morning with nothing but fondness. There was something about having his marks on her body, something about the depravity of it all, that made her crave him again.

“Fuck!” She hissed through clenched teeth when he sucked her clit again, this time not stopping even when her thighs started to tremble and she was biting down on her bottom lip to keep from screaming.

Aaron felt his cock jerk at the breathy sounds coming from her, had been feeling the dark pull of want ever since he got on the plane. He knew how wrong it was, having Emily this way, but he also knew that it was part of the attraction, part of why it seemed impossible to stay away from her. She was like a drug, ever since that first time meeting her months ago, he had been falling victim to her. He should stop, but even when he’s tried he can’t seem to stop thinking about her, and not only the sex. She was funny, incredibly intelligent and strong-willed, having spent evenings arguing with him about the smallest things, and he found himself enjoying their time outside of the bedroom just as much as time spent in it. He wanted more, had wanted more for a long time but he hadn’t dared to voice it because all the reasons why they shouldn’t work kept ringing in his ears.

But he forces those thoughts away, because right now he had her like this, and for now that would have to be enough. Her moans are getting louder, and the sound brings him back to now. He kept his hold on her, kept sucking on her clit and when her legs started to tremble and her hips moved back against his face he knew she was close.

When she comes it’s hard and intense and her knees buckle from the pleasure. She knows he’ll catch her, his hold not lessening even as she shakes and buckles as she muffles her cries into the couch. He doesn’t stop even when she jerks away, in fact his grip only tightens as he sucks her clit harshly.

“T-too much.” She whimpers and she feels him shake his head behind her.

“You can take it.” He tells her simply before licking her clit again, his tongue flicking it quickly and she sucks in a breath.

It doesn’t surprise her that he makes her come again in less than a few minutes. Her body had responded to him from the moment she met him, and he had taken his time learning just how much she could take. She knew he enjoyed taking her apart, that he loved the power of it.

She’s panting, body sweaty and still trembling when he finally stands up. The sound of his zipper is loud as she pants in the otherwise quiet room and when he slaps the tip of his cock against her folds she blushes from the obscene sound of her slick.

“Do you want it?” His hand is soft as he caresses her back, fingers warm as they trail random patterns along her skin.

“Yes.” She gasps, back already arching and pushing back against him, desperately needing to feel him inside of her.

“What do we say?” His fingers grip her hair and tugs warningly. The pain in her hairline shoots straight to her clit.

“Yes, please.” She wants to hate how quickly she gives in to him, but she finds that she can’t. Especially not when he pushes inside of her, giving her what she wants.

“Mm, that’s my good girl.” He hums, satisfaction dripping from his words. He lets go of her hair only to hold her waist, his touch softer now as he enjoys the way her tight walls flutter around his shaft.

She starts to move back against him, and he gasps behind her. She throws him a smile over her shoulder, for all his boasting, he’s just as affected by her. He lets her move back and forth, creating friction for them as he watches the way her body takes him, feels her clenching and listens to her breathless moans. He gives her a few minutes of control, but he takes it back just as easily.

“Aaron!” She whines when he suddenly pushes her back against the backrest of the couch, his hands tight and his hips moving with fast, rough strokes. He’s strong, she’s always impressed by how strong he is, how easily he flips her or carries her, and tonight was no different.

The sound of skin against skin and breathless panting and low groans fill the apartment and Emily knows that her neighbors must be able to hear them. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“You want to come again?” He gets out through gritted teeth. The spasming around his shaft is getting him close but he refused to give in until he felt Emily coming around him.

“Yes, yes, yes.” She hisses at way he forced pleasure from her, hand between her legs and rubbing her clit and cock hitting deep inside of her. She’s moving back against him the best she can, fucking him back just as eagerly as he’s fucking her and when he pinches her clit he sends her crashing into another orgasm. She comes with a strangled cry, her vision blurring from the power of it and somewhere through the blood rushing through her ears she can hear him behind her, swearing, calling her name like a prayer.

He comes with a grunt, low and breathy as he holds her tight against him as he lets himself enjoy his release. They’re still panting, barely down from their respective highs when he pulls out only to gently tug her up and turns her to face him.

She smiles up at him, happy and sated and when he presses a kiss to her lips she hums.

“I missed you.” He tells her and she knows that the flutter in her belly is something she should ignore.

“I missed you too.” She sees him smiling before kissing her again and she takes his hand and leads him towards the bedroom. “Can you stay a while?” She asks as they lay down.

“Yes. I’ll stay all night.”

When she meets his eye there’s something more there, something different.

It’s a week later and ever since that night Emily had found herself thinking about him even more. She caught herself smiling at her phone when he texted her and every time it rang she hoped that it was him. It was ridiculous, up until their last night together she had been fine, but that night he had stayed and when he left early the next morning it felt like something had changed. They had talked, loosely, about what they were, about the unspoken rule between them that they shouldn’t get in too deep. And yet, there they were stuck somewhere between admitting that they both wanted more and knowing that they shouldn’t.

She was going to see him today, she knew. Because it was Dave’s birthday and he had invited her over for dinner. So she picked a dress she knew made her breast look good and hugged her body. They weren’t together, but she knew what she wanted and she wasn’t going to make it easy for him to not think about her if he had decided to stop seeing her.

Somewhere in the back of her mind all the reasons why she shouldn’t do this kept ringing. He’s Dave’s best friend, he’s almost twice her age, they’re in completely different phases of life. But she ignored all of them, because those had still been the reasons why not to go there when they started this thing, nothing had really changed. Except, apparently, the way she felt.

“Happy birthday Dave!” She smiles at the older man and lets him pull her into a tight hug. He smelled safe, the same cologne he had worn her whole life enveloping her like an old friend.

“Thank you, Bella.” He kisses her cheek and when she hands him the bottle of scotch he raises an eyebrow. He knew exactly how expensive that bottle was.

“What? You’re more of a parent to me than either of my parents, and it’s your birthday!” She pushes the bottle into his hands and walks inside, quickly heading towards the kitchen. “Do you need help with anything?”

“No, go get yourself a drink. Everybody’s already here so we’ll eat in a little bit.” He ushers her out of the kitchen, intent to keep Emily away from the oven at all costs.

“I’m sorry my parents couldn’t come.” She says and she means it, they usually always spent Dave’s birthday with him. But the older man only shrugs, he knew her parents probably better than anyone, he knew that their work was the most important thing to them.

“They’re still in Paris.” He gives her a flute of champagne and winks. “Besides, my favorite Prentiss is here.”

She laughs, but the sound catches in her throat when she notices Aaron coming towards them along with a woman that’s laughing at something he says. The jealousy was instant, made no better by the fact that the woman was beautiful and kind of similar to herself. They stop right in front of her and she’s never been happier for the political training she received as a child as she schools her features.

“Ah, Aaron perfect.” Dave says as he hands both of them glasses of champagne as well. “You remember Emily?”

“Yes, of course. It’s nice to see you again.” He nods curtly and her eyebrow arches just slightly.

“You too. Thanks for helping me with my AC.” She catches the way he tenses a little and that feels like a win. “And you are?” She turns to the dark-haired woman who’s smiling kindly at her.

“I’m Beth.” She extends her hand and Emily shakes it. “I’m Dave’s publicist.”

“I’m the happy matchmaker and I have to say a good one too.” Dave laughs at the slightly embarrassed chuckle that leaves Beth while Aaron just shakes his head at his best friend. And Emily wants to kill him.

“Nice to meet you.” She forces a smile and then takes a step back. “Excuse me, I have to use the restroom before dinner, we all know how pedantic Dave can be when it comes to his cooking.” She barely hears the laughs before she turns and hurries through the house, she feels her cheeks flush and the jealousy burn like iron in her stomach. It’s jealousy she shouldn’t feel, but it’s too late. She wets some paper with cold water and presses it to her neck.

“Get it together Emily.” She tells her reflection.

By the time she comes back it’s already time for dinner and she thanks whatever lucky star she has that she’s seated between Dave and another old friend of his, Jason Gideon. It gives her more time to calm, to come up with a plan that didn’t end with her being a mess.

In the end it’s simple, if he’s going to make her jealous, she wasn’t going to make it easy for him to ignore her.

So she spent the night making sure that she got his attention, pushed close against him when walking past or bending over as she helped clear glasses from the table. It was working, his dark eyes on her, his jaw clenching and she couldn’t help the smug smile on her face.

As the night carries on, she finds herself being one of the last people to leave. Only Aaron, Beth and Dave’s girlfriend Erin still left. She had barely spoken to Aaron, but she knew she had his attention, his dark gaze rarely leaving her.

Aaron walks into the kitchen in search of another bottle of red when he sees her. She’s leaning over the counter, her cleavage showing as she licks chocolate sauce from a spoon. Her eyes find him and she smirks at the way his eyes zero in on her when she licks her bottom lip.

“Having a good time?” She asks casually and he feels the urge to touch her, had wanted to grab on to her and not let go all night.

“It’s a dinner, much like many else I’ve been to.” He takes a couple of steps closer to her and looks around to make sure they’re alone. “Stop that.”

“Stop what?” She feigns dumb and licks more chocolate sauce from her spoon. He follows her pink tongue with his eyes, he knew exactly what she could do with that tongue and it was driving him insane.

Ever since their last night together he had wanted to be with her again. Something was different, or maybe it was just the fact that he had stopped trying to ignore that his feelings towards her were more than primal. But he wanted her, and then she showed up looking like a goddess and he could feel his brain malfunction.

“You know exactly what.” He wraps his hand around her wrist to keep her from dipping the spoon into the bowl for a third time.

“What’s your problem?” She twists out of his hold and turns to him.

“My problem is that when you do that all I can think about is how badly I want to kiss you.” He tells her lowly and she chuckles, the sound bordering on sarcastic.

“Is that right? Is that why you brought a date?” She says the words without thinking but the second she does she can see the way his mind is reeling. He’s a profiler, of course he would have caught on.

“Is that why you’ve been behaving like this? You’re jealous?” He laughs and the sound makes her furious. Her eyes narrow but she doesn’t say anything, she didn’t want to cause a scene in Dave’s home, so instead she walks away. “Emily, wait!”

“We’re done here.” She mutters as she hurries towards the patio where she knew she’d be alone. He follows her, his steps long and determined but she doesn’t stop until she’s outside breathing some fresh air. She continues further away from the house, to where they couldn’t be seen from inside with Aaron still following her closely.

“Leave me alone.” She tells him, her voice surprisingly steady even as anger flows through her veins.

“It’s not like that.” He tries to take her hand but she pulls away.

“It’s not what?” She huffs, her arms crossing over her chest. “This isn’t you using me for whatever ego boost you’re getting until someone like her comes along?”

“What? No!” His eyebrows furrow, feeling sad that she’d think he’d ever think of her that way. “I didn’t know that she would be here. Dave set me up.”

At that she faulters.

“What?” Suddenly she feels mortified, cheeks flushing in embarrassment and she looks down at the ground.

“I have no interest in her.” He gently grabs her chin and makes her look back at him. “I don’t want her, Emily.” He takes a step closer to her and smiles when she relaxes enough to uncross her arms.

“Then what do you want?” She can feel herself holding her breath as she waits for his reply. Suddenly everything felt real in a way it never had before.

“I want you.” He takes her hand and when she doesn’t pull away this time he squeezes it.

“Really?” She takes a step closer to him, breathes in his familiar scent and enjoys the heat of him as he wraps his arms around her.

“Yeah. I’m not saying it’ll be easy. We have some… obstacles.”

“Like the fact that you’re old?” She laughs when he narrows his eyes at her and he pinches her side.

“Brat.” He mutters and she smiles at him before they turn serious again. “Do you want to do this? With me?” He asks quietly.

“I do. I want you.” She pulls him into a kiss, and even though they had kissed probably 100 times before, this one felt different. It felt like a promise.

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nsfwdxddy · 4 months

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A Night of Love

He remembered every moment of his marriage in vivid detail. The moment he saw her walk down the aisle, the moment they exchanged rings, the moment the priest uttered the phrase, "The groom may now kiss the bride."

He could recall how supple and soft her lips were. He felt a strong wave of passion wash over him ever since that moment as his hands firmly rested on her hips, as he deepened the kiss of authority. But what seemed to have been a perfect wedding, didn't end with the couple consummating their love in the bedroom.

It was largely due to her insecurity regarding her body. He had noticed her, even before the marriage, checking herself out in the mirror with a sad look on her face. She would often ask him, "Would you marry me with me looking like this?" and every time his answer would be the same. The marriage itself didn't help in reducing her insecurity.

Months passed without any activity in the bedroom, owing to busy schedules in the lives of both parties involved. He couldn't stop thinking about ways of fucking her hard into the mattress, and she was constantly worried about her insecurity to please him.

It was another normal day at his office, when the topic of discussion with his colleagues turned into his marriage.

"You guys haven't .. um you know ..," said one of them, tiptoeing his way to ask a personal question.

"No," he said looking down, his expression going immediately sour. "Every time I bring it up, she changes the topic. And I don't blame her. But her looks do not bother me, and I'm not able to convince her of that."

"I have an idea," interjected a female colleague. "Be a bit forceful. With consent of course. Buy her a set of lingerie and command that you want to see her in it. Keep talking her into it with a strong conviction until she gives in. And she is all yours. But remember, consent and boundaries are important."

Feeling motivated, he went to the local undergarment store and brought a black push-up bra, a garter belt, a pair of stockings with in-built suspenders to go along with the garter belt. He was thoughtful at the moment to buy something to her body shape that would compliment her nicely.

"Baby, I'm home," he called out to her as he entered the home. "I have a surprise for you."

"What is it?" she asked out of curiosity.

He slowly went around her back and put his hands around her eyes and led her into the bedroom. "You will see soon enough," he said.

He made her stand eyes closed until he placed the gift he got for her on the bed. "You can open them now," he said in excitement.

Once she opened her eyes, the curiosity she once had turned into one of pure horror. "I can't wear that. Are you trying to mock me?" she said, sounding angrily.

"I - I insist that you put it on," he suggested, trying to put on the 'dominant' face his colleague had mentioned. "And no baby, of course not. I genuinely believe you are so beautiful just the way you are. Just believe in yourself. I married you didn't I?"

Hearing him say that, she felt confident as well. Hiding a small blush in her smile, he ushered him out of the room, so that she can truly start to please him, which she has longed for since the marriage.

She tried it and immediately fell in love with it. She was astonished as to how well it fit her, her assets felt gorgeous and she felt confident in her own body. Tears gently rolled down her eyes, as she now felt differently about her insecurity. She understood that insecurities are subjective and that to be happy, insecurities shouldn't come in the way.

She made her way back to the door, upholding a new found sexiness in herself. She opened the door, leaning to one side of it and flaunting her body to her dear husband, who was seeing her with pure passion and lust in his eyes. She pointed a finger at him and motioned for him to come closer, which he did in an instant.

He closed the door after himself, immediately closing the gap between him and his wife, and melted into a deep kiss. It made him remember the same kiss he had at their wedding, which was lost on him these past few months. He released his inner beast, showing her his dominant side, which had been dormant.

As he painfully broke away from the kiss, his eyes reflected that of a lion who had its eyes locked on the prey and ready to pounce. He just looked at her and whispered "Spread" into her ear, which led to her sprawling herself across the bed and spread her thick thighs for him.

He leaned forward to give her a gentle kiss and traced her body with kisses that left her needing for more, and moans escaped her soul with each kiss across her burning body. He would finally set his eyes on the prize, which had already soaked the new panties he brought for her. He slowly slid it to one side, and proceeded to slurp the wetness of her pussy with his tongue. He would also spit on his fingers and gently apply it to the sides and inside of the pussy, penetrating it gently, to prime her pussy for the inevitable.

The passion was getting to him, as he got on top of her and this time he decided to give her some marks that would make her remember this night and never think low of herself. He then unhooked her bra, which exposed her big, juicy breasts which he immediately pounced on, sucking on her nipples and pulling it back just a bit to illicit a moan from her.

She was already starting to feel overstimulated as it was the first time anyone had made her body this hot and someone was being rough with her. Even the slightest touch sent her into a frenzy which she couldn't quite comprehend. In another bout of passion, she said "Let me take care of you now," and the roles were reversed.

She was on top of him now, unbuckling the belt and pulling down the pant and underwear which separated his big cock from her eyes. Upon perching her eyes, she immediately gripped it firmly in her eyes, gazing into it with such admiration and teased it with a gentle lick and looked into his eyes. "I saw some videos where I learnt how to do this," she said and sunk her face down the length of his cock, warming it up inside her mouth and stimulating it with her tongue. He was clutching the sheets in pure ecstasy as he didn't know that she could do something like this to him. It would heighten his senses the moment she started bobbing her head up and down to take as much of his cock down her small little throat. She would gag and gasp for breath in short spans before trying again, just more faster this time.

He felt the control slipping away from him if she continued to suck his cock like she was, so he switched up the roles and took control once again. "On all fours," he instructed her and got behind her and this was the moment, he decided to rock her entire world.

"Are you ready for this, baby? I'm gonna fuck you so hard. I need you to be pretty little doll and take me good."

She shut her mouth and nodded slowly to give him the approval he needed. He positioned his cock next to her entrance, and with a gentle heave, thrust it inside her cervix, causing her to jump and curl a bit forward, her stomach forming ripples from her loose skin.

He felt the thickness of her pussy, slowly moving it inside of her, picking up the pace little by little, making sure she was ok with how fast he was going. She obeyed him to the last word, taking his cock really well so deep into her womb. He was edging closer and closer to his orgasm every time he pulled out and thrust again.

With one final thrust, all the pent up cum that had accumulated in the tip had emptied into her womb, causing her to scream in ecstasy. He then repeated the same as she was now used to how it felt inside.

He came a total of 5 times inside her, with so much cum that leaked out of her pussy. He tried to push some of the cum back inside but when it was not possible, he switched to another hole, and came some more into her mouth, leaving her covered, head to toe in his cum.

After that followed the most intimate part of the relationship, the aftercare. He pampered her with so many kisses and helped clean up all the cum he had rewarded her with. He set up the hot tub for her to relax, even helping massage her hair and tell her about how well she was. He gave her some chocolates and reassured her that he was always going to be by her side at all times. He gave her a fresh set of clothes and went to sleep cuddled up in each other's arms as they reminisced about their first fuck, sharing stories of each thing felt, eventually falling asleep.

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my-moo-moo · 1 year

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more to grow (chapter 2/4)

When her due date had gone and passed without progression, she started to get a little worried. It wasn’t that she was impatient to get them out. She loved every inch of her belly even despite the aching pain of her spine and ankles. She was dreading losing this voluminous body of hers for sure. She was, however, afraid that she might really be pushing out two 11 pound babies out of her vagina if she was going to grow them any longer. She didn’t want a c-section because she was deathly afraid of going under knives. Both her boyfriend and her doctor were on the same page about that note.

That was why she cornered her boyfriend the night before she turned 42 weeks pregnant. “Fuck me like you mean it,” she threatened, crossing her hands over her chest.

“Baby… haven’t I been doing that all this time?”

“It clearly wasn’t good enough,” she huffed, waving over the ever present mass hidden poorly under her silk robes. The floral fabric curtained both sides of her protruding bump like it was the grand present on a Christmas morning. “You’ll fuck me into I go into labour. No exceptions.”

“You’ll regret saying that,” he growled, ripping her robes off her shoulders. The silk fell to the floor, revealing the brand set of red lace lingerie she bought for her new double D breasts. It had taken one week to arrive and by the time tried it on today her breasts were already spilling over the cups. He practically drooled at the sight, exactly like she had planned.

He swept her off her feet into his arms with ease like she hadn’t gained 90 pounds. He carried her to their bedroom and plopped her down on their mattress, pushing her face down so her ass perked up into the air.

His large calloused palm spanked the flesh poking out from the criss crossing harnesses of her garter. It jiggled like a soufflé pancake and she almost teared out for pure pride. She grew that all by herself. People paid big money for BBLs to get a butt like hers, but her’s is all natural. He moved her thong to the side and plunged his large member down to the hilt without warning.

Her back arched in response to the shock. “Yes, that’s it.”

Balls slapped against her juicy ass and heavy belly against her thighs. Her babies were squirming and jostling inside at the disruption to their home. She felt a sharp kick to her diaphragm causing her to gasp out loud. She couldn’t complain, because that meant they were head down. She hoped they were getting into position to get out.

Her boyfriend continued to slam his large dick deeper and deeper into her vagina at a relentless pace. Pain mixed with pleasure and her mind floated away to the heavens. Her entire lower half felt like it was on fire. She couldn’t even tell where the sharp pain originated from until she realized her pussy was pulsing against nothingness. She whined at the loss of contact. She was so close to reaching her peak.

Axel had pulled out and said, “Mina darling. I think your water broke.”

She lifted her woozy head around to see a darkened spot in the sheets. They finally did it.

He was already messaging her doctor. And within seconds he was carrying her to the car. “Doctor Jones said we need to get to the hospital immediately. There can be many complications with twin deliveries.”

Now that she wasn’t high from pleasure, she could feel the contractions’ real strength coursing through her abdomen. Her contractions were only minutes apart. Without checking down there, she had a feeling she was dialating very quickly. By the time they got to the hospital, she felt one of her babies’ heads heavy right against her cervix as she waddled to the front desk.

With how ripe she looked, she was able to bypass the waiting room. The moment the nurses saw her, they wheeled her into an examination room, separating her from her poor confused boyfriend. That wasn’t the biggest concern on her mind though. All she wanted was to get her babies out, but there seemed to be a delay in getting her to her delivery suite. The medical professionals around her kept talking and talking. All the while, her belly kept twisting and squeezing with increasing force. They told her not to push yet, and she obeyed despite the terribly instinctual urge to do so. However, she couldn’t help that the baby itself was pushing at her cervix against her will.

Finally, her primary physician, Doctor Jones entered her room and she was wheeled to another room that she recognized for ultrasounds. “We need to have a quick ultrasound to check the positioning of your babies before we proceed,” she explained.

Mina grinded her teeth and nodded. She wasn’t one to object against authority figures who probably knew better. Time dragged on as she swiped the ultrasound wand across and back around her belly. It felt like she was taking her dandy time while she was wincing at each increasingly intense wave of contractions. She understood that the surface area was quite large, but it shouldn’t be taking that long! Her baby wasn’t going to wait for anyone.

Doctor Jones looked solemn yet perplexed watching the screen. She pursed her lips before announcing, “Hold on. I need to consult my colleagues on a matter.

“No!” she screamed. “Don’t leave me. The baby— I feel them— they’re coming!”

“Do not push, Mina,” the doctor commanded. She turned to the nurses and said, “Hold her legs shut.”

She groaned loudly as the nurses forced her legs closed, completely against what Mother Nature was telling her to do. The large baby head now felt even more cramped up against her constricted walls. The only thing she could do was grip the bed railings tight and watch her belly physically constrict into a tight cone shape and relax rhythmically. Her moans dragged out with each pain-wracking contraction.

Mina doesn’t know how long it has been, but every second dragged forever. Her bound legs were not completely stopping the baby from descending. The baby is so low now. It felt like her hips were being torn apart. Every fibre of her body was telling her to push and it was getting harder to ignore it. Release from the pressure would feel so good. Finally cracking from the insurmountable pain, she flailed her arms about trying to push the nurses away. “Ennngh. I need— I need to. So much pain.”

At this moment, Doctor Jones strided back over her bedside to pin her back down to the bed. “I said stop!” Mina’s arms scrambled against her, but she was too weak to fight back.

“Nurses, hold the patient down,” she ordered and two nurses moved their hands to hold her down by the shoulders against the bed.

The doctor spread her legs apart and the baby’s head practically slipped down her canal. Mina audibly moans, feeling the sweet relief of pressure at last. Without even pushing, her baby’s head was already halfway out her puffy lips. Their eyes were peeking back at the doctor. “Congratulations Ms. Park. Your baby is beautiful. They’re big, strong, and healthy… but you won’t be meeting them today.”

“What??” she asked aghast. Her answer came when she felt the head being forced back into her vagina. Doctor Jones had her palm on her baby’s head and was pushing them back into her. “What the hell are you doing?” she shrieked wildly.

“Ms. Park. Please trust me as a trained doctor. This is the only option.” Mina screamed like she never had before. If crowning was painful, the feeling of her baby’s large head squeezing back through her narrow birth canal was many times worse. “If you relax a little, this process would be less painful,” the doctor tsked.

Another wave of contractions swept through, her womb squeezing to push the baby out the direction it was meant to. Doctor Jones furrowed her brows and put more pressure on her end. Mina felt her baby thrashing wildly within her, caught between this tug of war. Pressure, she felt pressure from so many angles. She screamed bloody murder as her entire lower half of her body was on fire.

With her limbs restrained, she could only lay in horror as the doctor’s fist slowly disappeared into her vagina. Doctor Jones leans her entire body weight into it and finally, the head popped back into her womb. Her thoroughly abused cervix continued to throb in the wake of events.

Her belly felt full and taut again. Yet the doctor continued pushing until the baby was deep in the far back of her uterus. The baby gave a strong protesting kick to her diaphragm that knocked the breath out of her. She then stuck both of her hands in there to perfect the positioning before pulling away.

Mina was at a loss of words after all the screaming. Screaming would not even come close to conveying the agony she went through. She could only lay panting and feel the aftermath of every single violation that was done to her— no pain medication at all. The doctor washed her hands that were sticky with all the membranes and fluid that expelled from her. Another nurse entered the room with a cart of supplies and IV drips.

“We have to make sure you don’t go into premature labour again.”

Premature? Mina would’ve scoffed if she had the energy. Her babies were two weeks overdue and were likely at least 10 pounds each.

The nurses worked together to attach her with a multitude of tubes while the doctor returned her attention to her swollen lips down south. She couldn’t see what was happening past the mountain of belly obscuring her sight. All she felt was piercing stabs deep in her canal before she passed out from the craziness that happened to her that night.

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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Weekly Relief ~Mon Mothma xFem Stripper!Reader

Strip/Sex Club with Mon Mothma

Mommy…Master List

Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, fingering, eating out, cheating, implied sex, etc…

Enjoy (;

The senate was eating Mon alive. Ferrin wouldn’t get off her back about literally everything; the fights were getting worse day by day. And Leida did everything she said not to do, only to antagonize her mother.

The woman just needed a break, for gods sake…

And where Mon ended up was in one of the cities night clubs.

She knew it was stupid and risky, but dear god did she need a night off…

She wore a veil/ hoodie like headdress to hide her face, but the rest of her outfit…

She was wearing an extremely low cut dress with a provocatively high thigh slit…

So, there Mon was, sitting uncomfortably in a night club, for the first time… She was told these places were supposed to be fun…?

“Would you like a dance?” you interrupted Mon’s tunneling of thought.

She looked up and lost her composure at the sight of you. You were wearing your signature black lingerie garter set.

“Um… I… Sure…” she stuttered out.

You smirked at the woman being caught off guard. You had noticed her the second she had walked in with her elegance. You nodded at her and began lap dancing on her. Mon tensed up a bit at this.

“Heyyy… It’s ok, relax…” you cooed into her ear, as you grinded lightly against her.

Your words helped Mon loosen up a bit.

She couldn’t deny how much you were turning her on. She could feel a pool of wetness staring to form in her knickers, as you were straddling her and rolling your hips to the music in the club. It seemed like in a flash the dance was over.

“That was… amazing…” Mon panted, her breathing erratic and her entire body aroused.

You blushed at her compliment and leaned over to her ear purring, “Well if you want, we can always continue this in a private room…”

“I… Yes.” Mon choked out immediately.

You chuckled at her reaction, and you gave her your hand.

“Follow me.”

She followed you to the private rooms. You set the woman down on the long, luxurious couch and locked the door

“I’m… I’m afraid a I can’t reveal my face…” Mon stuttered, almost trying to convince herself more than you.

You smirked, “I understand. Whatever your comfortable with.”

You came over to the woman and straddled her, swaying your hips in her lap.

“Is this alright?” You whispered into her ear.

You received a whimper and her hips bucking up to meet your heated core in response. You took that as a definite yes, moving to her exposed neck and marking it slowly. Mon moaned in response as you bit and sucked her collar bone while grinding down on her lap. You looked up and she saw your blown up pupils and you licking your lips…

Desire got the better of Mon…

“Fuck it.” She growled, ripping her veil disguise off her face and clashing her lips into yours.

The woman’s kiss was passionate and needy. It was sloppy and hurried. Before you could catch a full glimpse of her, she had brought her veil to eyes, tying it to against it.

“For safety precautions…” Mon whispered, her voice laced with dismay.

You chuckled at her tone, “It’s alright… I always liked a kinky woman…” you quipped back.

This made Mon blush.

She went back to kissing your lips. They were so soft and delicious. She hadn’t felt such passion in such a long time… The kiss turned hungry and lustful quickly.

“Fuck…” you groaned out, as the grinding on her lap was getting to your throbbing cunt.

“I know, love…” Mon moaned back, while slithering her hand down to your thighs.

She went lower and lower, but stopped at the entrance to your soaked knickers.

You mewled in response, causing Mon to chuckle.

Not being able to see anything only blew up your pleasure…

“What do you want, darling…? Hmmmm?” Mon purred into your ear lustfully.

“Fuck… God, I want your fingers inside me…” you moaned out.

Mon hummed with delight.

At your words she slipped in her middle digit into your aching pussy.

You threw your head back in pleasure, rocking your hips to meet her thrusts.

Mon added another finger, making you cry out in pleasure even more.

You were a moaning mess in the lap of Senator Mon Mothma…

And Mon couldn’t get enough…

She made you cum all over her fingers in minutes. You tried to muffle your cries in her shoulder.

You panted heavily as Mon helped you down from your high.

“Fuck…” you panted out, “Your turn?”

Mon’s eyes darkened with a whole new wave of lust at the thought. She guided you in between her legs, where you were kneeling on the floor, and she was on the edge of the couch.

“Please… fuck, please…” Mon mewled out in need.

“I… need to be able to see…” you hesitantly, yet desperately begged.

You wanted to see the woman who had just made you and the best fucking orgasm of your life…

Mon was so desperate at this point and lust was clouding her mind, she wasn’t thinking straight… Nevertheless, she removed the blindfold. You gawked at her presence.

Fucking Senator Mon Mothma was spread out above you, desperate to be fucked…

The thought spurred you on with hunger… Mon looked at you hesitantly for a minute, expecting you to completely change your mind…

But instead you dipped your head down and lapped your tongue through her soaked folds… Mom’s head was thrown back in pleasure and he lips let out strands of moans at your skillful tongue.

Her hips ground against your face desperately…

Her hand was tightly holding on to your hair…

Obscenities flowed out from her lips…

Pretty soon, you had brought the senator to her edge.

“Fuck… Darling, I’m gonna cum…” Mon moaned out.

“God, cum… please cum…” you begged her, face still full of her cunt.

And so Mon came all over your tongue, squirting her juices all over your face. You lapped her up greedily as she cried out in pleasure. You cleaned her up, helping her down from her high. Mon tried to control her erratic breathing after her first massive orgasmic high in ages.

She was stunned. And her face said it all. And you gleamed in pride.

“Same time next week?” You playfully teased her.

Mon looked at you to see if you were being serious.

“Sure.”

Now it was you who was breathless.

What the fuck had just happened??

Whatever it was, it was worth doing again…

You responded by one last peck to Mon’s lips, which she graciously reciprocated.

~~~

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leiawritesstories · 1 year

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THIS IS LITERALLY ROWAELIN

“You look good in red.” “You look good in green.”

OH MY GOD I LOVE IT THANK U BESTIE

word count: 1k

warnings: naughty jokes, innuendo, language, lil bit of smut

enjoy!

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Rowan stared blankly at the opened drawer in front of him, wondering why in all hell he'd agreed to let his fiancée buy him holiday pajamas. They had a tradition where every year they'd dress in the most obnoxiously Christmas-y pajamas they could find and spend a cozy evening decorating their tree together, but this year...

This year, Aelin had asked if she could secretly buy the outfits.

And Rowan was currently regretting that decision.

Not because he hated the outfits she'd found--gods no, quite the damn opposite. In fact, he loved the outfits. So much that he was going to rip hers into tiny little lacy shreds.

No, Rowan Whitethorn was regretting his decision to let Aelin buy the Christmas pajamas because her idea, her gloriously wicked idea, had been to go out and buy not the usual cozy flannel pajamas, but a tiny little pair of silky green boxers--if they could even be called that--for him. A set of boxers that came with absolutely no other pieces of clothing.

As for her, she'd hidden her outfit, but not before he'd caught a brief glimpse of cherry-red lace and straps, something he knew damn well--and she knew damn well--would make him absolutely feral.

Which was probably her intent, if he was being honest.

A little grimly, Rowan took the tiny, silky green boxers out of the drawer, staring at them as if he could will them to cover more of his ass.

Aelin knocked on the bedroom door. "You alright, Ro?"

"Fine," he grunted.

She stuck her head into the room. "Don't worry, buzzard, I promise I'm the only one who's going to see you in that outfit."

"I know," he muttered. "Still, Ae...really?"

She winked, beaming. "Where's your holiday spirit, Grinch?"

"I'll show you Grinch," he promised, her teasing sparking a flame within him. She just giggled and withdrew, going into the bathroom to change her clothes.

Rowan was waiting out in the living room, more than a little self-conscious with only the miniscule half-assed excuse for underwear covering him, when the bathroom door opened and Aelin strolled into the living room, casual as ever. Her usual smirk curled her deep-red-painted lips, only growing when Rowan's dark gaze trailed lazily over her body, his breath hitching as he drank her in.

"See something you like, buzzard?" Her voice dripping with sweetness, husky with sin, Aelin smoothed one hand down her side, barely grazing the curve of her breast, fingernails dancing over her waist, her hip.

She'd known immediately that she had to buy this set the second she tried it on, the cherry-red lace clinging to her body in all the right places, highlighting the toned lines and curves of her frame. The straps holding the rather scanty bra and panties together only enhanced the effect, and the matching garter set around her thighs...oh yes, she saw the way Rowan's eyes fixed onto those garters, she did.

"You look good in red, Fireheart," he rasped, comfortably spreading himself in the armchair, not even bothering to hide the way he was bulging through the skimpy boxers.

She let her own gaze sweep over him, the powerful lines of his body accented by the tattoo running up his arm, the black ink a sharp contrast to his tanned skin, to the tiny little green silk boxers she'd bought for him. "You look good in green, Ro."

He smirked, tapping his fingers lazily on the armrest. "I'm beginning to not mind this...outfit so much."

Aelin strolled over to stand in front of him, trailing her fingertips down his face, his jaw, his tattoo. "Are you, now?"

"Indeed." Rowan's large, warm hands spanned her waist, tugging her down into his lap, parting her thighs to settle her right up against him. "You should wear this every Christmas, love." He traced the straps of the lacy little bra, his finger gliding languidly over the lace, over her skin, just barely dipping beneath the fabric. "In fact, I think this is the only kind of Christmas pajamas I want you to wear. Ever."

And with that, he flicked open the little catch holding the garment together and flung it to the ground.

"Happy holidays, love," he rumbled, his lips caressing her skin.

"Happy holid--oh gods," she gasped, hips jerking against his hardness as he slipped his other hand into her lacy little panties, finding her more than ready.

"Have fun teasing me?" He didn't wait for her answer, just tore the panties apart and resettled her atop his thigh, his lips pressed into the crook of her neck. She moaned something unintelligible in response, arching her back as he guided her to rock against his thigh, the perfect pressure sending shockwaves through her body.

"So good," she panted, angling her head down to kiss him deeply as he flexed his muscles, the pressure rubbing at her clit. "Fuck, Ro!" she gasped, feeling herself drawing near to climax. She threaded one hand into his hair, the other sliding down to cup him through the silky boxers, feeling just how ready all her teasing hat got him. "Gods, Ro, I'm gonna--"

Too swiftly for her comprehension, he lifted her off his thigh, ignoring her moan of protest. "A little worked up, Fireheart?" he smirked, knowing full well that she was.

In response, she tore apart the flimsy excuse for underwear that he still had on, freeing his thick erection. "And what about you, love?"

She was sprawled out on her back on the carpet with Rowan buried inside her almost before she could blink.

"You know exactly what you do to me, love," he panted, setting an almost frantic pace as he pulled one of her legs over his shoulder, the angle making her see stars.

And as she tumbled headlong into climax, Rowan following only moments later, she gasped her agreement. Gods yes, she knew precisely what she did to her buzzard.

It was the reason she'd picked out those "pajamas," after all.

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abbatoirablaze · 4 months

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Naughty Elf, Loki

Word Count: 621

“My love…my sweet, simple pet,” he growled huskily; his eyes hungrily wandering up and down your frame. He leaned forward on the bed, his hands immediately reaching out to pull you towards him as the lust became palpable. His eyes practically glowed as he felt the soft velvet cupping your breasts, the deep green with red trim at the shoulders tickling his senses, “what are you wearing?”

“I’m a naughty little elf,” you giggled as his fingers trailed between the pieces of lingerie covering your modesty, “thought…maybe we could do some kinky little Christmas roleplaying…”

He lit up like a Christmas tree and his eyes snapped to yours, “roleplaying? Is that as fun as it sounds, my sweet?”

You stepped forward and straddled his hips, slowly sinking down onto his lap. Your eyes stayed locked onto his as your arms wrapped around his neck, “you’ve never done roleplaying?”

Loki slowly shook his head and you smiled. Leaning in, you pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose, and you giggled when it tinged blue. You saw the shimmer of his magic faltering and you couldn’t help but fall a little more in love with the god who seemed to lose his control around you.

“Pet?” he asked softly, his hands caressing your frame, “a-are we doing it right now?”

“Not yet, my love,” you whispered softly, leaning in to rub your nose against his. His eyes fluttered shut momentarily and you leaned forward, capturing his lips with your own. He shuddered against you as you circled your hips above him. His hands turned slightly cold, and you gasped, knowing that his Jotun form was fighting his magic, “do you want to know what roleplaying is?”

He nodded as you pulled away, his eyes still closed.

“It’s when we pretend to be someone other than what we are,” you answered gently, tucking some of his hair behind his ears, “it’s a playful, game where you indulge in your fantasy. For instance, I’m dressed as a naughty elf because it’s Christmas…”

“ A naughty elf,” he replied thoughtfully, his hands touching the red garter belt that was striped white to look like candy canes, “and what does a naughty elf do?”

“She ravages her boyfriend,” you answered, your lashes batting at the god, “she lets him do all the things that a good elf wouldn’t?”

“What would a good elf not do?”

Your eyes snapped to his once more, and you pushed him back gently to the bed. Your lips met his again, and your hands started to work on the buttons of his leather shirt. His eyes closed as your hands ran down his bare chest, stopping when they reached his pants. Sliding off of his lap, his eyes snapped open when he felt you tugging on his trousers.

His lips parted and he gasped as you tugged, pulling the leather pants off him. His cock sprang up, bouncing off of his chest.

You eyed it hungrily.

“Pet…”

“A naughty elf would suck your cock…” you whimpered, your hands massaging up his thighs as you started working towards the appendage, “she’d lick it like it was a candy cane, and suck it til all that peppermint went down her throat…”

He gasped once more, surprised to hear the words coming from your lips.

One of the things that had originally drew him to you was the fact that you were so innocent…so sweet and proper.

You never did things like this!

“Loki…”

“Y-yes pet?”

“Do you want me to be your naughty little elf?”

“I think I would like that very much, pet!” he moaned breathily as you wrapped a hand around his length and kitten-licked the tip of his cock.

#25 days of christmas #drabble #loki (marvel)#marvel #marvel au #the avengers #loki marvel #loki #loki laufeyson

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sweetestpopcorn · 2 years

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Hi there Anon!

So sorry for this delay, I actually was halfway through the ask when I accidentally published it (yes I am an idiot) and so I had to take a screenshot of the ask and delete the answer and start over.

If I told y’all how it got accidentally published y’all wouldn’t believe me 😡 damn you to the Seven Hells iPhone!

Ok moving on ☺️

Boy oh boy how I love this ask! I would, however, start with a little correction to the ask itself because you don’t become something, Anon, you are something. And I am beyond tired of people in this fandom having the narrative of “Oh what a shame it was that Criston became an as$hole and turned to the Greens.”; “Oh he starts good but then becomes bad.”, “Oh, he’s as bad as he is good!”.

Honey, he was always an asshole he just revealed himself.

You don’t become something. You aren’t a great guy one moment and a terrible one the next. You just reveal who you really are.

And this was what Criston did. He revealed who he really was (sad part for him though, is that Rhaenyra didn’t really seem to care and just pretended he didn’t exist for the next 16 years).

That went well.

So, why did he turn on Rhaenyra people now ask? Why was he so loyal to her one minute and hated her guts the next?

Fire and Blood/The Rogue Prince/The World of Ice and Fire gives us two main reasons, one according to Eustace and one according to Mushroom:

a) Knowing Rhaenyra was to be married, Criston finally confessed his feelings for her and asked her to run away with him. When she spurned his advances, he began hating her and resented this (the most likely explanation given all that happens next), or:

b) After already have attempted to seduce him and having failed, Rhaenyra tries (for some reason) to seduce him again and he is so horrified at this (again - she had already tried in 112 AC according to Mushroom) that he says “Well try to seduce me once, shame on you, try to seduce me twice, shame on me” and so decides she is evil and wanton and that he must destroy her for the good of mankind.

These are our hypothesis, or someone can imagine maybe a mixture of the two. Once discussing this with my brilliant friend @xenonwitch she very well pointed out that while she (like most people who have critical skills and good reading comprehension) believes Septon Eustace, a plausible mixture of the two would be of Criston wanting to marry Rhaenyra, and Rhaenyra proposing to him what she likely proposed to Harwin: that they could become lovers, but that was it because she wouldn’t give up her claim for him; He could be insulted at this prospect and perhaps horrified that someone he thought highly of would be willing to have an affair while married to another man.

Whatever version you choose to believe they all have one thing in common, they show that Criston “Incel” Cole had one of the biggest Madonna-Whore complex out of anyone we ever saw in asoiaf.

You see, while Rhaenyra was “pure”, while she was chaste, a virgin, while she was the “girl you married”, Criston stood by her side and loved her. He might have suspected that “something” went on between her and Prince Daemon but that was it and only it, and because it didn’t match with his vision of her, of the pure princess who didn’t even look at other men, he could ignore it. But then, Rhaenyra married Laenor Velaryon (ignoring for a moment the repercussion of whatever version of events you believe) and began a very public affair with Harwin Strong almost immediately.

Let’s for a moment look at Rhaenyra and Laenor’s wedding day:

“When Rhaenyra bestowed her garter on Ser Harwin, her new husband laughed and gave one of his own to Ser Joffrey. Denied Rhaenyra’s favor, Ser Criston Cole turned to Queen Alicent instead.” (Fire and Blood, pg. 372)

On a side note, someone look me in the eye right f_cking now and tell me anywhere it seems by this that it was Criston who spurned Rhaenyra. You’re welcome, besties.

So, given that it was well known at court that Harwin “had long desired the princess” (Fire and Blood, pg. 371), and that “paid court to the princess, as did the Hand’s eldest son, Ser Harwin Strong” (pg. 369), how difficult would have been for Criston to add 2 and 2 together and realize who Rhaenyra had turned to, or maybe (very maybe), who she might have been paying attention to for some time? That the two of them were now lovers. And this destroyed his image of Rhaenyra and she went from virginal princess he the white knight had to protect, from the Maiden to his Warrior, to a woman with “wanton ways” who slept with men without being married. Furthermore, and this is a bit of speculation from me though compare to the amount of speculation most “metas” go into this is as good as taken from the source, if she slept with Harwin so easily, then more than likely she had slept with Daemon as well, meaning that Rhaenyra had an affair being a married woman, and she had had an affair with a married man. So twice fornication and twice adultery.

Besides, breaking this precious image that Criston had of her, if she was the one rejecting him, this is also an insult to his person. He was the good man, the white knight, the one who protected her from her enemies for years, the one who wanted to marry her, and yet, it was to two men who drank, who whored, and who had no troubles “dishonouring” her that Rhaenyra chose to take to her bed. Worse still, if Septon Eustace is to be believed, not content with all of this, Rhaenyra went a step further and reminded Criston of who she was, telling him the life he could offer her was not enough for the blood of the dragon.

So all in all we have:

a) Madonna-Whore complex;

b) Anger at being rejected by men he saw as less worthy than he was - Being and Incel;

c) Being made to feel less than what he was by a woman - Misogyny;

As far as taking orders from Alicent, again this was fine because “Madonna-Whore” complex. Alicent was the “chaste” woman, faithful to her husband, so it would be ok to do her biding because she unlike Rhaenyra didn’t have affairs or enjoyed sex, or chose her lovers. Alicent was good, and Rhaenyra was bad. And because Criston was good - there was a certain image he had of himself he had to maintain as well - it was Alicent he followed.

In sum, it was Rhaenyra’s fault, ALL Rhaenyra’s fault. He was not to blame, she and her “wanton” ways were.

Was Criston as good as he was bad? I think only a *insert word of choice here* could suggest such a thing because we don’t see anything good ever (I mean maybe loyalty and persisting with an objective? aka destroying Rhaenyra). Nor in Fire and Blood, nor in the Rogue Prince, nor in the Princess and the Queen, nor in The World of Ice and Fire.

“Oh but we are told as such in Feast for Crows!”

Ok I’ll bite. You are also told in “A Game of Thrones” that Rhaenyra was one year older than Aegon II and that Viserys II was Aegon III’s fourth son.

You also have zero mentions of Daemon anytime the City Watch is shown yet you keep having mentions of every Targaryen who did X thing every book - like Baelor and the Sept he built.

Rhaenyra was once planned to be married to a Lannister and then to Lyonel Strong.

Alysanne was meant to be tall, and later was changed to be petite.

Alyssa was meant to be older than Baelon.

Alysanne was first written as Maegor’s daughter.

Should I go on?

A Feast for Crows was written in 2005. The Princess and the Queen was written in 2013. The World of Ice and Fire was written in 2014. The Rogue Prince was written in 2014. Fire and Blood came out in 2018.

Oh, and for anyone that needs any clarification regarding ages and details aboud canon Rhaenyra Targaryen and canon Criston Cole, here we go:

-Criston Cole was 15 years older than Rhaenyra Targaryen (Fire and Blood, pg. 258). She was 8 when they met, he was 23;

-Criston Cole joined the Kingsguard when Rhaenyra Targaryen was 8 years of age (Fire and Blood, pg. 258 and 259). So if you want to suggest they were lovers before he joined the Kingsguard please be aware you are suggesting that Criston Cole r_ped a 8 year old girl and was - even by asoiaf standards - a pedophile;

-The only person who implies Rhaenyra and Criston MIGHT have been lovers - given with a big stretch and imagination - is Alicent Hightower before 111 AC, before Rhaenyra Targaryen was 14 (Fire and Blood, pg. 363);

-Nowhere in Fire and Blood is it implied that Rhaenyra Targaryen and Criston Cole had any sort of affair or romance after Daemon left King’s Landing in 112 AC. Please refer to Fire and Blood pgs. 368, 369, 370, 371, 372 for all the details and facts;

You are all welcome.

Anon, so sorry for this delay and the rant - but Criscel fans and apologists are a special breed of *insert word of choice here*. And if people want to speak facts, I will give them facts then.

Please write any fanfiction about Criston you want, but let’s leave canon as canon and not as a weird AU.

Anon, you got it right about Ser Incel! Much love to you ❤ And to end this on a positive, let me share again the amazing meme @003-alissa made.

Queen, take this: 👑

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whitelilynh · 1 year

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NejiHina Week 2022 Day four: I saw it.

Pink Lace

Prompts used: I saw it.

Hinata was staring at the thin and small item in front of her, her gesture as if she was watching something impure. She held it between two of her slender fingers, keeping it away from her. Her face was totally blushed.

If she couldn’t stand the sight of it, how could she wear it?

But this was for Neji. She owed it to Neji.

She didn’t know until this morning, so she was now guilty of how deprived Neji had been during their honeymoon thanks to her ignorance. Thankfully (or not), her friends had alerted her as soon as they found out.

[Flashback]

They met downtown to chat over some dango and tea, and the conversation was peaceful and nice, until…

-So, Hinata! How was the honeymoon? –Mischievousness was evident on Ino’s tone as she poked Hinata slightly on her ribs. Sakura and Tenten giggled, but Hinata was too innocent to understand the undertone on her words.

-It was great! –Her smile was wide and tender –We had a lot of time to spend together; Neji took me to do some butterflies watching, which was my favourite part –she clapped her hands together and closed her eyes for a bit in a gesture that was too cute to look at.

-Oh… that was your favorite part… -Ino’s expression showed some contempt -then in spite of his looks I’m afraid Neji must be a disappointment… -recklessly she said lowly.

-Ino-chan! –Sakura scolded her –How can you say such things? Or to think it…

-To be honest I too would have guessed he had a better performance –Tenten shrugged.

-But it was really cute! –Oblivious, Hinata was still happily defending her husband -It was so nice of him to plan all that for me, the trip was lovely… why are you saying that?

The girls couldn’t but laugh.

-Oh, I see, Hinata –Ino narrowed her eyes at her again, scheming –But we were talking about the activity… inside the room. I bet that must have been the best part, wasn’t it?

Hinata’s whole body turned red. This was too much. As close as she was with her friends it was too much.

-I…I… -Covering her face with both her hands, Hinata couldn’t manage to answer.

-So is Neji more of a silk or a lace guy? -Tenten, who catched on Ino’s intentions right away, aid the blonde into flustering their newlywed shy friend.

-S-silk or lace? –Confused, Hinata asked.

-Does he like silk or lace babydolls the better? –Ino answered as if saying the most casual thing.

-B-babydolls? Why would he like those? –Hinata’s face was growing hotter and hotter –I-I don’t know, I didn’t have any…

-What?! –Ino was startled –No babydolls nor sexy lingerie?! My goodness! What kind of friend am I? Didn’t I told you? –She took her hand to her forehead in a dramatic gesture –Poor Neji, what a lame honeymoon must have he had!

-We knew this would happen, weren’t we planning to gift Hinata some as her wedding gift? –Tenten said, tilting her head reflexively.

-It seems like we forgot… -Sakura added, moving her head disapprovingly.

-No problem! –Ino batted her hand in the air –We’ll fix this immediately! –And then she dragged her three friends to the lingerie store in spite of Hinata’s reluctance.

[End of flashback]

They said Neji must have had a lame honeymoon because of her, so this was the least she could do. She sighed and squeezed her eyes hard, preparing herself to wear the thing.

It was a pink set of lingerie, a lace covered corset that, once she wore it, squeezed and exalted her bust at the same time it made her waist thinner; a translucent pink lace thong (too small for her taste! How uncomfortable that thing was!) a pair of translucent stockings that reached until the mid-portion of her thighs and a garter belt that kept them in place.

She felt shy and ridiculous wearing such a thing. How could she bear Neji looking at her wearing that? She covered her face with her hands as she shook it, too embarrassed to walk off the dressing room.

“This is for Neji” She repeated to herself and without a second thought jumped into his office, one arm folded over her stomach and the other over her chest, trying to cover herself. Her face was blushed and her eyes directed towards the floor, unable to keep her husband’s gaze.

Neji, who was seated reading some scrolls, lifted his eyes from his work to his wife, not expecting to see what he saw.

He was speechless, unable to take his eyes off of her, expressionless.

At her husband’s silence, Hinata grew more nervous and squeezed her arms tighter over her body, trying to hide further but getting the exact opposite, as her bust was even more exalted.

Breathing deeply and trying to contain his impulse to take his wife in a second and tear her outfit from her to take her right there, Neji clenched his teeth and stood on his feet, walking over to her and… passing her.

“I need to cool down” He thought “I won’t be able to restrain myself and I could end up hurting Hinata”.

But Hinata interpreted that as he disapproving of her present to him (as Ino told her this was).

-Ne-Neji –She called him as he was already leaving the room, making him stop –D-don’t you like it? –Hinata’s face looked as if she was about to cry.

Neji’s face was red. Hadn’t he like it? He was fighting so hard to contain himself!

-Is not that –He replied, a betraying tremble on his voice.

-Then why are you going? –Hinata said shamefully, walking a few steps towards her husband, reaching one hand towards his back.

When Neji felt her small hand on his body, he couldn’t restrain anymore.

He turned and caught her on an embrace and a kiss so passionate it was almost violent.

Hinata was startled, breathless.

-You asked for it –He said, as he carried his wife onto their bedroom and proceed to do to her all the pervy things he had imagined upon the sight of her on such an outfit.

***

When Neji woke up, he couldn’t find his shirt anywhere. Last night he was so lost on Hinata he had forgotten the unimportant details as placing their clothes on the appropriate place, but he could still see his wife’s lingerie set on the floor, yet no trace of his shirt.

He sighed and wore only his pants as he got out of the bedroom. Outside, the smell of cooking pancakes filled his nostrils. His wife had gotten up early and was cooking breakfast, and his stomach suddenly grumbled, hungry after last night’s heavy work.

-Good morning –He saluted absently, but when he saw his wife he was speechless again.

-Good morning Neji! –She answered happily while turning to face him –W-what’s wrong? –Confused by the stern gaze of her husband, Hinata asked.

Neji took a deep breath. This woman was going to be the downfall of his. Standing there, spatula on hand, her hair slightly revolted and wearing his shirt, Hinata looked even more alluring that with last night’s outfit.

He really was struggling to contain his impulses. But in the end, in spite of hunger, he decided to surrender to passion, and took his wife back to their bedroom.

***

-So… how it went? The present. –Ino asked Hinata that afternoon when the Hyuga stopped at the Yamanaka shop to buy some fresh flowers.

-Well… -Hinata blushed hard –It went extremely well. But turns out, I discovered my husband react more enthusiastically at some less uncomfortable clothing as well.

#nejihinaweek2022 #nejihina #neji x hinata #hyugacest #neji hyuga #hinata huuyga

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vintage-rejects · 2 years

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Subtle Spy differences between Red and Blu!! All of these are my headcanons of course!

Red Spy has more reddish hued, pigmented skin! Blu possesses a darker, duller complexion.

Red’s true name is is Renard Laurent, however uses Pierre as an alias to protect himself. Blu is named Faustin Allard, and refuses to use an alias. Bad choice, Faustin—

Renard is bisexual! Faustin is gay!

Renard is 45, Faustin is 46!

Faustin has a twin brother, named Florian! Lovingly known as “the PINK Spy!” Renard, however, is an only child.

Renard has browner hair, which is rather curly due to Arab genes! He also has quite a bit of body hair! Faustin’s is more of a black color. His hair is straighter (as he hides his natural curl a lot more) and less body hair due to shaving and styling.

Renard has stomach, hip, and thigh scars! Faustin has shoulder, back and neck scars!

Renard has lighter eyes, you can see the blue in them, like a watercolor sea. Faustin posses more grey, akin to a stormy sea.

Renard has more emotion in his voice, a fruity cadence! Faustin has a calmer tone, a bit more refined!

Faustin smells like fruity perfume, he likes the feminine side of beauty! Renard prefers more.. "seductive" colognes, boarding on masculine and feminine!

Faustin wears garter socks, Renard does not.

Renard is incredibly picky about his cigarettes, while Faustin takes whatever is offered!

Both have mothers! Yes, both are alive! Renard’s mother is named Janan Laurent! Janan was a poor waitress, who taught her son all about love and being yourself. She’s incredibly bubbly and sweet! She also beat the shit out of people before! She’s also a wonderful dancer! She’s all smiles, and Renard adores her with all his heart! Faustin’s is Rosalie Allard, a wealthy opera singer! She is quiet, refined and rather gloomy. She raised her sons to be gentlemen, professional, and wonderful singers! She may be a bit sadder and worried looking, but she does love her sons!

Janan never really saw the “issue” with Renard’s attraction towards men. In fact, she embraced it and encouraged him to be his most authentic self! Rosalie, however, was a bit worried about her sons. Her concerns were more so about their safety, rather than the notion of “gay is bad.” She tried to get her sons to ignore it to protect them, but surprise surprise both of her sons are gay men LMAOOO Rosalie accepts her sons 100% though! Have a scene;

Spy laughs shyly, "Oui, but I did.. Maman, Florian.. Meet mon amour. Mon âme sœur, l'amour de ma vie.. Mon cœur, ma colombe.. Mon tout...“ He looked lovingly at Blu Medic, getting a bit lost in those ocean blue eyes. They relax him immediately, they were beautiful..

Miss Allard watched them quietly, tilting her head softly. A small smile on her lips, though she seemed a bit surprised. Then, almost.. casual. As if this wasn't any news to her. "Your âme sœur, hm?" She piped up, softly.

Spy panicked internally, before letting out an exhale. "Maman.. I.. I must tell you, all these years.. I 'ave been queer this whole time. I never desired women, never in the way I.. feel towards men. This man.. 'E 'olds my 'eart, maman. 'E 'olds it so tightly.. I would be lost without 'im.." He nervously looks at his mother, ".. Do you.. Do you accept me, maman? Despite everything? All you 'ave taught us?"

Miss Allard was quiet for a moment, taking everything in. She smiles warmly, almost sadly. A knowing smile, a motherly smile. "Of course I do, mon chou. You are mon petit bébé, mon rayon de soleil. I will always love you, mon trésor. Always."

Spy hiccups a sob, leaning closer against Medic. He had tears in his eyes.

"I only.. discouraged the idea to protect you. I never wanted mes bébés to be bullied, or attacked or.. killed.. for who they are. Though, I 'ave always known. You and your brother.. You two loved to wear my dresses and jewelry." She chuckled softly, sadly. But, she was loving.

Both have single mothers! Both fathers were run-aways.

Renard has a very bad relationship with Pamela (Red Scout’s mom). They were not very good to each other, and Pamela was a very bad lover. Renard ran away for his own well-being, leaving his son behind. Faustin is best friends with Sherri (Blu Scout’s mom)! They two were best friends at a young age, and accidentally had a kid together! Soon after, both discovered they were gay! Sherri is now a buff, awesome lesbian mom! Faustin is the reserved, feminine gay dad! They both raised Blu Scout lovingly, and he adores his queer parents!

There you go! Some headcanons! Enjoy!

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 spy #tf2 red spy #red spy #tf2 blu spy #blu spy #tf2 headcanons #headcanons #blu scout mom #scout mom #red scout mom #Pamela #sherri #janan #rosalie #blu spy mom #red spy mom #spy mom

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speciallysapphic · 2 years

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The Swan and The Widow

(Artwork not completely mine, credit to creators for the symbol & wings)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: What was supposed to be a night off for Natasha and your big night at the ballet takes a turn for the worst. The question is, why would someone be after you?

Warnings: Slow burn, slight angst, guns, tension

Chapter One

It was a cold night for Spring. But this was New York and that wasn't unusual. Natasha had the night off from her Avenging and SHIELD duties. She had decided to spend it going to see a production of Swan Lake. Although she never chose ballet for herself, she did love the art form. The theater was packed, this was the last performance of this season for the company. A new dancer was making their debut as the lead in the ballet, the audience was buzzing. As the show went on Natasha was content, but could never shake the feeling of being on edge. That's how it was for her all the time. She could never fully let her guard down, always on edge.

She finds herself entranced by the lead dancer on the stage, her eyes glued to her performance. You were that lead dancer. Though to the audience you appear as confident as ever, selling the performance with every step, you were so nervous. The lead role in a ballet as a new company member is daunting enough, but the lead in Swan Lake? The pressure was on. It's the third act of the ballet, you take a deep breath as you start to mentally prepare for the most challenging part of the performance; the 32 consecutive turns. As you begin the sequence that leads up to the turns, a small red light catches your eye. You ignore it, you have to focus. A lot is riding on how this performance goes.

Natasha, still glued to your performance, notices the red dot on the stage. She immediately recognizes it as a sniper sight line. She snaps her head back to follow the line but her view isn't great from where she is in the theater. She looks back at you, as you're on the fourth turn of the sequence, the red light has lined up with your chest. Thinking quickly, Natasha pulls the small pistol that's concealed in her garter and fires a shot straight up into the air. The sound sends a panic into the audience and orchestra. Screaming has now replaced the sounds of the symphony. People start running out of the theater, the dancers on stage flee. You panic and run straight to your dressing room and lock it. You press yourself into the corner and begin to cry.

Natasha makes her way backstage swiftly. She finds your dressing room with your last name posted next to the door. She rips down the paper with your name on it and knocks. "Hello y/n? Could you open the door? It's not safe to stay here" Through your sobs you manage to get a few choppy words out - "How… do I.. know I can.. trust you?" you sob. Natasha sighs and picks the lock in seconds "You're just going to have to try." You slowly come out of the corner to see who the stranger was. Your curiosity turns into shock when you realize the famous Avenger was standing in your dressing room. Her red hair tied in an elegant updo, donning a long black dress with a slit on her left leg that ran clean up to her hip. You always thought she was beautiful in her combat gear but seeing her like this was better than anything you could have possibly imagined.

As you try to straighten yourself out to appear as though you weren't in shock she smiles softly. "Sorry to intrude, but someone in that audience was targeting you specifically. I don't know why yet, but we don't have time right now to figure it out. We need to get you out of here. I have a safe house not too far, I can take you there"

You can tell by her tone that she's serious. "That red light was from a sniper!? I saw the red light but I was so focused that I didn't think about it. I -" your speech is fast and frantic. Natasha has already started grabbing your things quickly.

Your head is spinning, you stand there in shock watching the assassin make quick work of the messy dressing room. You look up at her - "Wait, why are you picking up all of my stuff? Do we really need all of this?" Without hesitating she replies "We can't leave anything that might help someone trace you. That includes things with easy to sample DNA like hair brushes, your lipstick, and clothes. Fingerprints aren't so concerning, this dressing room probably has thousands." She throws your sweatpants and tank top at you "You need to change, whoever it is will spot you if you leave here in your costume or ballet attire." You look up at her and nod, but you hesitate. Both of you stare at each other for a second, Natasha raises an eyebrow at you. "Uhm, could I get a little privacy?" You sheepishly ask. Natasha stands up straighter and tells you "Well I can't leave the room, seconds are crucial in a safety situation." You look down at the clothes, then back up at her. Too shy to say anything at this point, thrown off by her confidence, you make a turning gesture with your finger. Nat sighs and turns her back to you.

After you're changed she tells you to stay close as you exit the theater. She leads you to a back parking lot, where she walks up to a black motorcycle. You stop and start to protest "I've never been on a motorcycle before… Can't we just take my car?" She chuckles as she throws your bag into the side saddlebag "I told you that we couldn't leave a hairbrush behind and you think it's a good idea to drive your car?" She grins, amused by your innocence "I'm a safe driver, you just need to hold on tight" Natasha hands you a helmet and straddles the bike, pulling up her long dress as she does so. You take a deep breath and get on the back of the bike. You hesitate and gently rest your hand on her waist. She grabs your arms and makes you wrap them around her waist. "Tightly, I said. Remember?" You're thankful she can't see your face because you're sure your cheeks are as bright as her hair.

The motorcycle roars in the empty parking lot echoing off the concrete walls around you. Natasha tears down the streets. You can tell by the way she's driving she's making sure no one is following you. A left, another left, and another left. Going down streets more than once. She's smart, so you know she's not lost. After she's sure no one is following the both of you, she makes her way to a small apartment in Lower Manhattan. You both go inside. The apartment is a very small studio, typical for NYC. Your head is still spinning. You sit down on the couch and stare blankly at the floor. Natasha is taking off her earrings and catches a glimpse of you in the mirror. She frowns. Sometimes she forgets that this kind of life isn't typical for everyone else.

As she takes down her hair she walks to the sink to get you a glass of water. She sits on the coffee table directly in front of you. Her presence takes you out of your trance. You open your mouth to apologize but Natasha speaks before you get the words out. "I know it's a lot" she hands you the glass of water "I promise I'll find out who wants to hurt you. I won't let anything happen to you. We'll figure out who they are and why you're a target" she places her hand on your knee. You stare up at her and ask "Why do you want to protect me? Why did you want to bring me here instead of letting the theater empty and me go home?" The redhead smiles a somber smile and says "The way you dance reminds me of how I used to dance. I can tell it's an escape for you, the way it was my only escape so long ago. The world is a dark enough place, I'd like to keep people who bring light into it around if I can." You look down to hide the blush forming on your cheeks.

Natasha gets up and goes to change. You take this time to drink your water and check the bag she threw together for you. Damn, no pajamas. Nat walks out of the restroom to see you rummaging around the duffle. She realizes you're looking for something to sleep in by the way you're tossing everything else to the side. She walks to the dresser and brings you a pair of shorts and a t shirt. "Thank you" you say, taking the clothes from her and walking to get changed.

When you walk out you see her fluffing the pillows on the bed. You pause, you were sure you would sleep on the couch. She notices your hesitation as she pulls back the covers. "Sorry, I don't have another blanket and the heater in here isn't great. I hope that's okay?" You walk towards the bed and meet her gaze "That's perfectly okay with me. But I do have to warn you, my feet are freezing." The Avenger laughs "I don't mind, it's probably better than sleeping next to Barton in an air vent haha" You both climb into the bed.

You drift off to sleep easier than you thought you would. Even though you barely knew Natasha, you felt safe with her. In your sleep you toss and turn. Images of the theater, the 32 turns, the small red light, and the bright stage lights flash in your mind. Only this time it feels like it's happening in slow motion. You hear the gunshot, the dance stops. You look down and see your costume covered in blood. The bullet reached you this time and the room starts to spin. You jolt awake startled from the nightmare.

Instinctually, you grabbed onto Natasha for safety. As you wake up and realize it was just a dream you let go of the very confused and tired woman. You start to stammer out an apology, Natasha shushes you. She reassures you quickly "It was just a dream, you're safe, it's okay." She puts her hand on your shoulder. You can't help it, you begin to cry. She doesn't really understand why she feels so empathetic towards someone she doesn't really know, but she pulls you in close to her and holds you.

You don't fight it, it feels nice. Natasha lays both of you down gently on the bed, you curl into her, still crying. She strokes your hair and holds you close to her. "Shhhh detka, it's okay, I got you, you're safe." Your crying slowly stops as you fall back asleep in her arms.

#mcu #natasha x reader #fanfic #nat romanoff #romanoff x reader #marvel fan fic #this is my first fic #pls tell me if its good

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barnesbabee · 3 years

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collab || J.Y

ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ 2 - ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴍ.ʟɪꜱᴛ

Summary: Two famous porn stars have a fun collab together.

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x gn!reader

Words: Just enough

⚠ although there is no mention of gender, the reader wears makeup and lingerie, so if you are uncomfortable with that, don't read ⚠

As Yunho dried his hair with a small towel, he heard the familiar ding sound from his social media. He had just finished uploading the edited version of his live stream, so it wasn't unusual for him to be contacted by a bunch of people right after, however, he didn't expect to see you.

You weren't well known in the porn scenario, as you were fairly new and the competition was vast, but your 'Around The World' series had become a huge success and a major hit for its originality.

Yunho was quite a fan of the series, so when he saw your message, his fingers were crossed.

Y/N: Hello! My name is Y/N, I'm not sure if you know my work, but I am a porn star that is currently doing a series called 'Around The World' where I... well, fuck people all around the world. My next stop is South Korea and I have seen your work before and I think our style is very similar and I would love to do a collab with you! Feel free to check out my work on my page, I hope to hear from you soon! xoxo

The tall man squealed like a high schooler getting a text from his crush, he's always wanted a collab and now he was about to get one in one of the biggest series of the moment!

Yunhxxx: Hello Y/N! I am aware of your series and I am a fan! I would love to do the collab with you! I'll send you my number so we can talk about the details more comfortably :)

Part of your anxiousness died down at his response. Most porn stars were very polite and kind in front of the camera, and in business discussion, all for that quick buck, but you'd find, with your series, that a lot of them were just assholes with a huge ego. You had a good feeling about Yunho, but you didn't want to get your hopes up and then be disappointed.

The arrangements didn't take long, as you were both excited for the collab to happen, making it very easy to communicate. Yunho was kind enough to offer his own home for you to sleep in, arguing that 'whoever fucks me gets to sleep in my house for free'.

Yunho spent the weekend preparing everything for your arrival on Monday morning: he cleaned his whole house, stocked his fridge and cabinets with all sorts of food, and sanitized every toy of his. By the time he received your 'I'm on my way!' text, his house was the cleanest it had ever been.

The man showered, put on his best cologne, and applied some dark eyeshadow under his eyes. As he stood in front of the closet in his briefs only, he wondered what he should go for. A sophisticated look? A sexy look? An outlaw-looking look? He wanted something to get you immediately attracted to him. Yunho wanted to make you feel good, not to make you act as if you felt good.

Ultimately he chose a black button-up and black suit pants. He decorated his long fingers (that he had come to learn was something many people liked about him) and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

Yunho was aware of his innocent appearance. He had had his cheeks squeezed one too many times, so he caught on quickly. However, the man loved to play with his looks. He loved to make people wonder what kind of person he was, with a cute face, yet an intimidating look.

Before he knew it, his doorbell rang. Yunho took one last look in the mirror, just to make sure everything was in its place and walked towards the door. The first hello wasn't awkward at all, as you'd already had a few zoom calls to discuss what would happen in your collab, just to make sure there were no misunderstandings.

Once you stepped in with your suitcase, you couldn't help but notice how neat, modern, and well decorated his house was. The walls were white with big windows, and the furniture was a mix of grey, light blue, and white. Yunho lead you to the guest room where you'd be staying, and it was a lot nicer than you expected. The bed was high and large, the duvet was grey with a bunch of fluffy white and red pillows decorating it. In front of the bed was a modern black vanity with lightbulbs around the squared mirror, and against the wall in front of the door was a black, sliding door wardrobe, with a large, orange, and red abstract painting of a couple. His house looked simple yet classy, with just the right amount of colour and decoration. You took a look at him, his dark look contrasting the house.

"You already got prepared?"

Yunho looked a little puzzled for a second, but then understood. "Oh! Oh no, you've just arrived, you must be tired! This is just... how I dress?" He said, feeling a little embarrassed.

You took a good look at his outfit.

"You always dress like that? Wow..."

Yunho's cheeks became a little red at the comment, and he stumbled over his words as he thanked you. He was used to receiving compliments when he had his clothes off, but with clothes on? Not so much... Before closing the door, Yunho told you to feel at home, and that when you were ready you could start setting everything up in the room he used to shoot.

The man had never felt that nervous, so when he finally closed the door, he immediately headed to his living room, and found the whiskey bottle he kept for emergencies. He poured a generous glass and sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone as he waited for you.

You were pretty much used to the routine, and since you had a stopover in a neighboring country and spent the night there, the trip hadn't been too tiring. You sat on the very convenient vanity and re-did your makeup. You liked to match your look to your type of content, so you went for a dark look: dark purple lipstick, a heavy, black smokey eye, and loads of mascara. You made sure to apply a lot, so it would run down your face and give the viewers the fucked out look they loved to see.

The lingerie matched your makeup: black lace lingerie with some bling here and there, and a garter belt to accessorize. You grabbed your robe from your suitcase and exited the room.

"Yunho?" You called, peeking your head from behind the wall.

"Hm?"

His eyes widened when he looked up. You were completely different from the person he had met.

"I am ready if you are!"

He nodded and stood up, downing the rest of his 2nd whiskey cup in one go. Yunho took you upstairs and opened the door to his 'studio'.

In the center of the room was a carpet, and a big, empty space behind it.

"I usually move the bed or the couch over there, depending on what I want to do that day. I found that it was easier to move the furniture than the whole set up." He explained, pointing at the empty space.

Against the wall, opposite of you, there was a bed, much like the one on your bedroom, and a nice, black leather couch. Beside you there was a closet, where Yunho kept all his toys, accessories, and streaming outfits. Other than that it was just the usual setup: a desk with a computer, professional lights, and a camera.

Yunho walked over to the couch and moved it with ease to the empty space.

"So we've already decided?" You asked.

The man smirked as if simply entering the room turned him into a completely different person.

"I already have everything planned out for you dear, it would be rude to have my guests work."

You blushed slightly, and sat on the couch, waiting for the green light.

You watched as he opened the closet, displaying his wide collection. He picked a bunch of stuff that he set on top of a towel on the floor.

"Alright, that's about it."

You cocked your head to the side, in confusion.

"You're not getting dressed?"

Yunho reached for the choker he had brought and softly placed it around your neck, tying it just tight enough. He hooked his finger on the big metal ring on the front and tugged on it. You followed his silent command and knelt on the ground, in front of the couch.

"I'm already dressed, for the concept we're gonna try."

You were getting curious and excited. You stayed still as he started up the live stream. Yunho turned on the lights, set up the camera, and pressed 'Start Live Video'. The screen counted down from five, until the live started.

Yunho sat on the couch behind you, and placed his large hand on your head.

The man smirked as soon as the comments started raining.

There was a mixture of fuck yeah's and happy cheers as they recognized Yunho, and became excited for what was to come. The live was obviously happening on your account, although you would always split the tips with the person you worked with.

"Hello," Yunho started, and you let him take the lead "welcome to the 24th edition of Around The World, I am today's guest, and we have such a great show for you today, don't we?"

Yunho tugged on your hair, making you wince. You looked at the camera and nodded.

The 30 dollar donation ding sounded, announcing that someone had made a request.

'Make her sit on your thigh'

You let Yunho take the lead once more, hooking his finger on your choker's hoop and pulling you up, to sit on his thigh. You hummed as you rolled your hips, causing friction between your core and his thigh. Your hand ran along his torso, feeling the fabric of his shirt.

"He has too many clothes, don't you think?" You asked the camera, in a flirty tone.

There was a rain of comments agreeing with you, and you immediately got to work, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. His dick print was already very visible in his pants, and you could now understand why he wanted to wear that look.

You removed his shirt, slowly and teasingly, as the viewers praised Yunho's toned body.

The male hooked his finger on your underwear and snapped it against your skin. Your little whimper at the sudden pain made him smirk.

Yunho ran his hands along your body, making you shiver from the cold metal of his rings.

Tips and donations rained down with many requests, and so you went back on the floor and laid your head on Yunho's thigh, your face mere inches away from his hard-on. You perked your ass up and traced the shape of his cock with your finger.

"What do you think? Should we reward them?" Yunho asked, petting your head as he stared into the camera.

As expected, everyone gave you the green light to continue, so you slowly opened his fly, to find he had no underwear on. You freed him from his pants, gripping his length in your hand. You kept eye contact with the male, and although you were a professional, you were always nervous when you had to take dicks on the bigger side.

You spat on his tip, and played with his cock for a second, before slowly inserting it in your mouth. Yunho groaned and threw his head back, taking in the warmth of your mouth. His hand was tangled in your hear, gripping it and tugging on it from time to time.

"Shit, you're doing so good..."

Yunho was very vocal, to your (and the viewer's) pleasure.

The 50$ notification ding sounded, and a message played right after.

'bby I wanna see you jump on his cock'

Yunho smirked and gripped your hair, in a firm, yet not painful way. He swiped his thumb across your bottom lip, cleaning the remaining saliva.

"Hmm, you know what, so do I."

You stripped from your underwear, in a sensual way for the viewers (and Yunho) to enjoy.

Yunho slapped his thigh, and you climbed onto his lap, slowly but surely sinking down on his length. You gripped onto his shoulders for stability and groaned as every inch of his cock disappeared inside of you.

His hands gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks in a beautiful way for the camera to see. The male helped you, as you rode him, not only by holding your hips and guiding you, but also by snapping his hips up against yours. Filthy slapping sounds along with the mixture of your moans echoed in the room, and the donations were reaching their peak.

"F-fuck baby you're s-so good, you're doing so well."

You gripped his shoulders harder, as his praises drew you closer and closer to your edge.

"They're c-close! Should we l-let them cum?"

It was impressive how professional Yunho was. How he looked so immersed in you, so tired and fucked out, with his fringe sticking to his forehead and eyes burning into your soul, yet he didn't forget to interact with the viewers.

There were many people leaning towards yes, begging to hear the way you sounded as you came, and so he worked hard until you screamed his name and tightened around his cock. He let you rest and recompose for a second, but the way you clenched around him made it impossible for him to hold it in any longer.

"Shit, get on the ground."

You gladly complied, and got on your knees for him, immediately sticking out your tongue, as you could predict what would come after.

Yunho jerked himself off to your fucked out face, and soon a string of curses came out of his mouth, as he spilled all over your face. He smirked and wiped some of his cum off of your face with his thumb.

"Say ah, pretty baby."

You smiled and opened your mouth. He inserted his finger in your mouth and you happily licked it clean.

Yunho cupped your face with his hand, and smiled.

"You behaved so well, I might have to reward you again."

His head tilted to the side, pointing to the couch, and you followed. You sat down on the couch, and Yunho knelt in front of you. His arms wrapped around your thighs and pulled you forward, so your hole would be of easy access to him.

The man teased you, as his tongue danced around your hole, not quite getting where you wanted him. You rolled your hips up, earning a slap to your inner thigh.

He looked up at you, with a hint of darkness in his eyes.

"Behave."

It didn't take long for you to get what you wanted, as he started tongue fucking you, with the help of his fingers. You gripped his hair, and your back arched as your high approached once more.

You came quickly, with his tongue still inside you, and he held your trembling legs and body, to keep you stable.

He didn't move for a second, giving you time to breathe and rest. After you had recomposed yourself, he helped you up, and the two of you shared a heated kiss, Yunho's hands never leaving your ass, that he definitely had a fixation with.

You finished the stream by thanking the viewers and donors and shut everything off. Once everything was done, you sighed and plopped onto the couch.

"Do you not want to shower?" Yunho questioned, as he saw the mess in your face and body.

You chuckled.

"Yes I do, very much, but I'm so fucked out..."

Yunho very kindly scooped you up.

"Well, I wouldn't want my guest to work too hard, I'll help you out."

#ateez #ateez smut #jeong yunho #yunho smut #jeong yunho smut #kpop #kpop smut #kinktober #ateez kinktober #ateez fanfic #ateez fanfiction #ateez gender neutral #ateez readder insert #ateez reactions #ateez reaction #ateez imagine #ateez imagines #ateez yunho smut #yunho ateez smut

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heavenlybarnesss · 3 years

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Polaroids

Pairing: Ed Warren x reader

Summary: While Ed is away on business, the reader decides to spice things up by leaving him a few *cough cough* pictures 👀

Warnings: Dirty-ish, not too over the top though. some masturbation, mentions of nudity, etc.

Author’s Note: I’ve been on hiatus for sooooo long, I’ve forgotten how to actually write decent. I don’t know how I feel about this guys 🙃 My anxiety has been way over the top and I’ve been taking some time trying to get it under control.

“Alright Ed, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Lorraine said tiredly. He looked up at her before pulling his car door open.

“Same time, same place. Have a safe drive home Lorraine,” he replied. Ed climbed into his car and started the engine, noticing something peeking out from the glovebox. His brows furrowed and he decided to open it out of curiosity. A polaroid picture fell out and onto the floor. He reached over and picked it up, his eyes widening at what he saw. It was a stunning photo of you, laid flat on your shared bed in a black lingerie set. The lacy bra cupped your breasts perfectly, and the panties and thigh garters left very little to the imagination. Ed wasted no time in driving back to the hotel to give you a call.

“Hi baby,” you chirped into the phone after the third ring.

“Hi honey, how was your day?”

“It was good! I took Buster to the dog park this morning before work and he loved it. I think he made a couple of friends even.” You smiled at your boxer puppy as he slept, snoring away on the cool kitchen tile. “How was work?” you asked. Ed ran his hands through his hair, drained from the day he’d had.

“Oh, the same as yesterday.” There was a pause before he spoke again. “I miss you so much sweetheart.” His voice was raspy, and deeper than before. He leaned up against the wall, eyes shut as he thought about you sprawled out on the bed sheets for him. “Hey, do you mind telling me about what I found in my car after work today?” It took you a moment to think of what he was referring to. Once you remembered, you immediately smiled into the phone. Ed had found your naughty picture.

“Hm, I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” you replied, feigning cluelessness. You tried not to giggle as you did so.

“Oh is that so? You’re not sure how that picture of you in that ravishing little black number got into my glovebox?” Your face grew hot at his words, a small pool of wetness forming in your panties. “You look like a goddess in that picture, hon. You have no idea what you’re doing to me over here.” You practically moaned at his words, each syllable dripping with lust.

“Well, I’m glad you liked it Mr. Warren. In fact, I think there might be a couple more you’ll enjoy even more,” you teased, wrapping the phone cord around your finger. Ed’s heart skipped a beat at your alluring tone. It had been nearly a week since he’d been away, and he needed you. He missed the touch of your soft skin, and the feeling of your lips on his. He missed the more intimate pleasantries as well; the bounce of your breasts when you took off your bra or the ungodly way you moaned his name when he was inside of you.

“I’ll call you right back,” he said, not waiting for you to answer before hanging up the phone. Ed walked out to the car and starting rummaging around until he felt something beneath the driver’s seat. He bit his lip, feeling himself stiffen at the thought of what he was about to see. He pulled the polaroid out, nearly melting right then and there. The second picture showed you propped up on the backs of your legs, dressed in only the black, lacy undies with your breasts exposed. Lord, have mercy.

He moved to look in the backseat, his large hands feeling around hastily. He reached into the pocket attached to the back of the passenger’s seat. Bingo. He pulled it out and his breath hitched in his throat. The last picture from your sinful little scavenger hunt captured you completely naked, tangled up in the white linens of your shared bed. The look on your face was sultry as your hair laid fanned out on the pillows. You looked like an angel that God had sent to Earth himself.

Ed did his best to compose himself before walking back into his hotel room. He dialed you again, anxious to hear your sweet voice.

“Yes, love?” you answered.

“Baby, you’ve got me falling to my knees over here. Those photos of you are heavenly. I miss you so damn much, honey. I don’t think I can wait another day to see you,” Ed said. You bit your lip, feeling your entire body blush at your husband’s affirmations. You plopped down on the couch, wearing nothing but one of Ed’s white button ups and a pair of red panties. You had been sipping on a glass of Pinot Grigio, feeling particularly self-assured tonight. You smirked as an idea formed in your head.

“Oh Ed, I wish you were inside of me right now,” you said seductively. Ed’s eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head at your words. You moved your hand down south, letting your fingers play with your slit. “You feel so good. I love how you stretch me out.” You rubbed your fingers in a circular motion on your clit, letting out a moan for your husband to hear. Ed’s hands grew fidgety, eager to fix the situation growing in his slacks. His breathing was shallowed, he needed to feel you. “I miss you Ed, I want you so bad.”

You continued to moan in a fashion that would likely bring your neighbors to believe they were living next to a pornstar. You were lost in thoughts of Ed on top of you, your legs slung over his shoulders when you suddenly noticed the lack of noise on the other end of the line. You sat up, brows furrowed.

“Ed? Baby are you there?” Nothing. What the hell? You hung up the phone, disappointed. Maybe the service isn’t great there. Maybe he fell asleep. You picked up your glass of wine and diverted your eyes back to the television, which was playing an episode of ‘Happy Days.’ You took a long sip and got up off the couch to finish dinner. You were trying your chef’s hand at making tomato basil penne pasta, and it smelled like the sauce was just about done. You made yourself a plate and sat back down on the couch.

After a couple more episodes, you decided to call it a night. You shut off the TV and all the lights, dialing Ed one more time in hopes he would answer. Nothing. Damnit. You started to worry, what if something had happened to him? Should you call Drew or Lorraine to see if they could check on him? I’m sure it’s fine, he had a long day. You climbed beneath the covers of your shared bed and allowed your drowsiness to take over.

Your eyes fluttered open at the sound of the front door closing. You sat up in bed, looking at the time on your alarm clock. 2:32 a.m. You got out of bed quietly and shuffled over to your shared dresser. You grabbed the metal bat that was positioned near it, taking a deep breath and slipping out the bedroom door. You gulped, your body shuddering with fear from who you would find in your kitchen at this hour. Your nerves were all over the place, your body using all of its energy to grip the bat as tightly as possible. You braced yourself and flipped the lights on, raising the bat in preparation to strike.

“Honey, honey! Wait, it’s me! It’s me!” a familiar voice called out. You stopped inches away from bashing your husband’s face in, his eyes squeezed shut and his hands outstretched to block the blow. Your eyes widened, caught off guard by his presence. You exhaled, lowering the bat and tossing it onto the couch.

“Ed? What are you doing here? You scared me half to death, I thought someone was breaking in-“ Ed took a long stride towards you and cut you off with a much needed kiss. Your eyes settled into a confused daze for a few seconds before eventually accepting what was happening and fluttering closed. Ed kissed you in a hungry and desperate manner, wishing he could take you right then and there. He hooked his large hands underneath your bare thighs and hoisted you up so you were sitting on the counter between his legs. You questioned him between kisses, still unsure as to why he was home. You weren’t complaining, of course.

“I thought you were staying at the hotel until Sunday.” He kissed the sweet spot below your ear. “You had me worried when we spoke earlier. How come you didn’t call me back?” He left soft, open mouth kisses down your neck. He stopped to blow cool air over each one, causing your nipples to harden through his white button up. You moaned at the tickling sensation, your eyes screwing shut in pleasure. Ed took notice to this, more specifically your lack of a bra. He smirked, reconnecting your lips and grabbing at the fabric of his shirt on either side. His arms flexed dreamily as he ripped the shirt open, your ears picking up nothing but the sound of scattering buttons hitting the hardwood floor. You squealed at his sudden roughness, loving the newfound aggression.

“Ed, what has gotten into you?” He stopped to look into your eyes, placing the palm of his hand on your cheek gently. Ed never failed to be blown away by your beauty. Whether you were couch ridden in a pair of his sweats with a hundred degree fever, or stumbling into the kitchen with bed head for a cup of coffee; Ed would always be in awe of you. You always struggled when it came to accepting compliments from him, so to see you so full of confidence in those photos just drove him wild.

“You’re just such a fox baby, I couldn’t resist coming home to see you.” You smiled up at Ed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Really? So you liked the pictures?” you asked, doe eyed.

“Are you kidding me? You nearly sent me back to the hospital with that last one pretty girl,” he smiled. You threw your head back with laughter, your face turning multiple shades of pink in the process. He chuckled at your reaction, his eyes softening at the scene in front of him. He wanted to memorize this very moment. Your hair was a beautiful mess, your strays flying every which way due to the lack of product in it. Your eyes were bright, yet still slightly blanketed with a need for sleep. Your bare cheeks were rosy, and your body looked better than ever clothed in nothing but his shirt. The sight alone simply had him love drunk.

“I thought it’d be nice to spice things up a little. I figured you could use it as something to look forward to when you came home.” You messed idly with the collar of his shirt, waiting for his response. He leaned his head down to reconnect your lips. You moaned into his mouth, weaving your fingers throughout his dark hair. He lifted you back up off the counter.

“Wrap your legs around me sweetheart,” he ordered. You nodded, doing as he said. He walked you to the bedroom, turning your back towards the bed and laying you down on it gently. He leaned down to hover over you, peppering kisses along your exposed chest. The sensation gave you butterflies, your back arching up off the comforter in pleasure. “Maybe one of these days you can show me that little black outfit in person,” Ed said, practically growling.

“Maybe, if you’re lucky,” you replied cheekily. You beamed up at Ed as you began undoing his belt buckle, over the moon about finally having your husband all to yourself. Your fingers worked meticulously as Ed made it his mission to whisper the sweetest of nothings into your ear. You were both lost in a lover’s daze when you heard a knock at the door. You looked at each other, dumbfounded as to who could be on your doorstep at this hour. You got up off the bed to put your robe on while Ed adjusted his belt. Of course, Ed being Ed, he gently nudged you behind him protectively while he went to open the front door.

Behind the door of your shared home stood Mrs. Cooper from next door.

“Oh, hi Mrs. Cooper. How can we help you?” Ed greeted her. She tightened her robe around her frail frame, clearly considering what she wanted to say.

“I’m sorry to bother you two, it’s just that I heard a very loud groaning coming from the house earlier this evening and I wanted to make sure everything was alright.” Your whole body went tense, your face on fire. Ed smirked, looking over at you.

“You know what? You probably just heard me rearranging the furniture earlier. That couch is awfully heavy,” you laughed, unconvincingly. Ed looked away, clearly trying to hold in his own laughter. Mrs. Cooper narrowed her eyes at you, but decided not to push it any further. You smiled and waved until she was completely out of sight, flopping face down on the couch once Ed locked the door.

“Weird, the furniture looks exactly the same as when I left-“ Ed started.

“Oh, shut up,” you replied, sending Ed into a fit of laughter. You sat up and smiled, more than happy to have your husband back and pushing your buttons.

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