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thexsilentxwordsmith · 6 months

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Simon is so worked up all day that he rushes home, telling you to meet him at the door because he cannot wait to have you

“Meet me at the door,” Simon said before you could even finish your hello as you put your phone to your ear and answered. “Almost home, just…uh, meet me at the door, alright?”

You didn't get the chance to ask what or why before the call was promptly disconnected, but from the twinge of desperation in his voice you had an idea. It wasn't long after that that you heard the car pull in, the door slam shut, boots quickly crunching over the sidewalk, and then finally his key hit the lock.

The door opened in a rush and the second that auburn gaze connected with your form standing right there before him in your tiny apartment, he was on you in just a few large steps. Ripping that skull mask clean off the front of his face to reveal those chiseled features and mess of blonde cropped locks he was leaning in towards your head before the bang from the door being slammed shut behind him had even finished ringing through the place, lips immediately catching yours in their embrace as he wrapped his arm around the small of your back to pull you into him.

Nothing was held back, hours of pent up desire shooting to the surface.

Kisses were being pressed heatedly to your mouth with an urgency that left you breathless as he worked to devour that tender flesh, nipping along your full bottom lip before easing the sting down with the tip of his tongue while exploring fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt and stumbled across bits of your soft skin with the tips to make him gasp into your mouth at the tingle your body radiated off into his touch.

“I’ve been fuckin’ gnawing at the bit to get back to this,” he breathed the needy words against your mouth, “to you; can't stay away. Christ I couldn’t stop thinkin’ about how badly I wanted to fuck ya all goddamn day. Nearly ran two fuckin’ red lights just to get here.”

His yearning words ignited that fire in your stomach, the burning need finding its way into your veins as his assault on your mouth only intensified while his large hand found the back of your head so that he could tangle his finger in the strands of your hair to hold your face tighter to his. The more he consumed your kiss, the more he had to have.

It was contagious, his animalistic appetite for you and soon you found your hands sliding between your joined bodies to search by touch to find his belt. Shallow breaths hitched in his chest as your cool extremities brushed up against the hot flesh of his pelvis as you made to undo the long piece of leather so that it hung loose around his hips.

Suddenly you both were on the move, his lips staying locked as Simon spun you around to where he knew the door was and pushing you back by his grip on your hips, your back was forced to hit into the solid slab of wood. It was your turn to gasp into his mouth at his delicious roughness as he took control, dominating you easily with his impressive size until he was perfectly molded into your curves, and you could feel his smile on your lips before he pulled back only long enough to wrench your top up over your head, taking your bra with it.

“Fuck, I need ya to touch me, baby,” he growled, mouth unable to stay away from yours for any amount of time. Faces were pressed together so completely that your head was pinned firmly against the door and you could not move.

Touching him was a request you would never deny.

You went back to your work, undoing the solitary button at the top of his pants and then sliding the zipper down just enough that you could fit your hand inside the fabric.

“Mmm… a-ah,” he whined as you caught the waistband of his boxers in your fingers and parted it from his skin so you could move further down into them. Then you felt it, that veiny appendage throbbing and engorged against your fingertips.

As you brushed over it and wrapped those digits around the thick shaft his body jolted into you and you bounced off the surface of the door with a loud knock.

“Goddammit, sweetheart,” he choked out the muted words, “even your hand feels so fuckin' good.”

It was like every part of you was made of ecstasy and he couldn't get enough.

Slowly and with even pressure you began to stroke his length with your hand from base to tip and what was once a stoic, 6’4” beast of a man instantly devolved into a grunting and groaning puddle.

“That's it, pretty girl, ya know j-just how I like it. Always so fuckin' good to me. …O-oh, fuck…”

A twinge of pleasure shivered up through Simon’s spine as your smooth hand glided effortlessly over his aching cock so that he bucked with a snap into your palm, his hands digging into your hips greedily to keep you close. Abdominals clenched, sweat gathered, lust stifled the air and every second you stroked brought him nearer to the edge of his release at a rapid rate.

“The guys back at base would gimme hell if they knew how fuckin' obsessed I am with ya,” he murmured into your face as his hips continued to grind his cock into your palm. “None of ‘em even knows the half ‘a what I'd do just to get the chance to fuck ya nice and proper. I'm fuckin' whipped baby.”

God, words like that brought their own specific brand of euphoria, the dangerous and addictive kind that you could not get enough of, and the more he said them the wetter you fucking got.

“You know just what to say to make a girl come apart,” you breathed into his open mouth.

The pace of your hand quickened with the spike in your heart rate, squeezing and pumping with new vigor until Simon’s hips again joined in to grind into your hand. Goddamn he was drifting away; too much more of this and he'd come undone.

He released your hips and frantic fingers found the closure on your pants and ripped them open with a little struggle before he plunged his mitt in their depths; he needed to get his hand on you. With haste he moved into your panties and found the lips of your pussy, spreading them open so that he could get his fingers inside.

Knowing your anatomy like the back of his hand, he found your clit with ease and with the pad of his finger rubbed tight circles over top of it.

How could atoms have combined in such a way to create something so perfect that it felt like heaven? Leaning into your shoulder, he matched the pace of your strokes to simulate that union that he would have in just a few moments once he knew you were ready. As overwhelming a demon as his desire was even then, he was not about to let you suffer.

Your pleasure was just as important to him as his was…and at times more important. To hear you breathe heavily, groan and squirm under his touch, nothing filled him with more ecstasy. To know that he knew every inch of your body gave him a smug satisfaction that fueled his fantasies.

Your bodies rocked together in unison, a flawless machine with only one goal: carnal release. Writhing and bucking like wild creatures, you both drew each other closer and closer.

But everything was too perfect and he was too worked up; once he was satisfied with the dampness gathering in his palm, he slowed his movements or else he would come too quick and that wouldn't do.

“Gotta give me just a second or this is gonna be over to fuckin' soon,” he breathed as he regretfully pulled you hand out from around him.

Simon paused with his forehead resting up against your own, noses brushing upon one another with eyes fluttering open and closed, movements being guided by mostly touch alone. Lips ghosted ever so close together as he forced himself to take a breath before he passed out. He inhaled the sticky, moist air from your mouth as his gaze drifted down to that full pout, desperately hungry to recapture your lips with his own and taste you again.

Soft, voluptuous breasts rested flush to his bare chest, warm air tangling in the hair that covered his torso while your hands drifted up to the sides of his face, guiding his head as he dove back in now ready for more. His need was insatiable as he caught your lips again in quick, broken, open-mouthed kisses.

“Goddammit, sweetheart, ya make me feel alive,” his gruff voice unsteadily murmured between the breaks in your mouth’s connection, his body trembling with that ache of overwhelming need; he was a man consumed in the titillating, hazy lust of his carnal desire. “I need to be inside ya, now.”

You smiled into the kiss. “Then take me, baby,” you returned.

Two large hands desperately clutched at the silky curves of your body as if starved for the feeling, even though there was not an inch of skin that he did not already know intimately. Slipping his thumbs inside the waistband of your pants he gripped them tight and shoved them down, taking your underwear with them as they slid over the bulk of your ass and down your thighs until you could kick them off without help.

He did the same to his own garments, more easier for him since the process had already been started and soon you both stood bare and glistening with perspiration before the other. He wanted to take you in, admire that gorgeous body that only he got to have, but the moment he got sight of it all bare and beautiful that primal part of his brain took over and Simon was gone; only pleasure remained.

Two strong arms jerked you up into the air by your waist without warning, but you already knew this song and dance. “Wrap your legs around me, luv,” he demanded and you followed suit. Secure around his hips with your arms wrapped around his neck he shoved you back against the door to pin you there for leverage.

You could feel it, his cock resting just right at your petals and you trembled with excitement; you needed him to take you, make you feel so fucking good.

Squatting down, the tip of his throbbing phallus pressed against your petals and slowly he slipped himself up inside the lips but not into your core just yet. Sliding back and forth through your slit he coated himself in all that moisture he had helped produce. The base of his veiny cock rubbed against your swollen clit causing you to grind into him as the euphoric sensation in the pit of your stomach grew.

Your thighs clamped down around him hard. “Please,” you whimpered, the simple request. “I need it Simon.”

It was like being struck by lightning and burned by fire all at once the way your plea reached him and his heart fluttered with his quivering limbs as he pulled back and aligned his tip with your entrance. He was so hard that in one smooth thrust your pussy sucked him up as he pushed himself in all the way to the base.

Your head flew back and hit the door, so full with him that your eyes watered. Simon stumbled, but held you securely in his iron-clad grip, breathing through the intensity of that first sensation of entering you. It was so fucking warm, so fucking wet, that he could not think straight having such a sensative organ be overwhelmed by all the goodness.

“God-d-d-dammit,” Simon stuttered with a gruff whine. “Christ, I'm gonna go fuckin’ mad from this sweet little pussy of yours. Can't control myself.”

His pace quickened hastily, unable to hold back as he became drunk off the feeling of your cunt. All that daydreaming he'd done earlier in the day, images that made him feral and pent up all that lust with nowhere to go, was now unleashed.

Like a wild animal he rutted into you, hips snapping as you squirmed and whimpered from the delectable roughness of his thrusts. Scratches from the door's surface burned across your bare back and you dug your nails into his shoulders to match the sensation, making him moan.

He never minded a bit of pain; made the pleasure more exciting.

Leaning his face close to the side of your head, he felt compelled to unleash all those thoughts he had circling inside his devious little brain all goddamn day, the ones that made his skin hot and his pulse race.

“Ya know what I think about doin' to ya that gets me so worked up? Wanna fuck ya until ya can't walk,” he grunted his fantasies into your ear with each thrust. “Keep ya on your back for an entire weekend, naked and breathless, fuckin' ya whenever the mood hits. I want you goddamn ruined by the time Monday rolls ‘round.”

Shit he was intense today, more than he had ever been before… and you were eating it up.

“Yes,” you moaned as his words fueled the flames. “Yes baby, keep going.”

“Wanna have you spread across the bed, my face pressed tight to your pussy, just devourin’ all I can get,” he continued, spurred on by the need in the tone of your voice to hear his depraved thoughts. “Wanna suffocate between your thighs for hours, lapping like a goddamn dog at all that fuckin' sweetness until my tongue is raw and my cheeks are pruned. Want my skin to smell like your pussy for days.”

“Fuck,” you shuddered as his words mixed with the twinge of a chord of pleasure being plucked deep inside you. “You make it sound so good.”

“Gonna mark ya up nice and good with my teeth; all that soft skin to play with until you're crying and beggin’ me ta take ya,” he groaned, his thrusts though just as intense becoming more sloppy as he struggled to hold on, “I wanna make sure everyone can see you're completely taken when I ain't ‘round. No one else can fuckin' have ya, understand? You're mine sweetheart, mine.”

“Fuck Simon, yes!” you gasped as that warmth in your stomach gathered harshly, threatening to throw you over the edge of euphoria at any second. “Don't…stop. C-close…”

Heavy breaths filled the silence, the sweat beading in the hair across his abdomen as he felt the inner walls of your pussy contracting around his cock. Fuck he couldn't take it, pounding into that wet cavern with everything in his soul, slamming his pelvis in you and pulling almost completely out to repeat it all again. Your juices mixed with a bit of his dribbled out of your entrance and clung to the hair around his shaft.

“Come on sweetheart,” he coaxed in a hiss as he caught your earlobe between his lips to nibble at the sensative flesh, “I gotta fuckin' come, but you're gonna come with me. That's it my pretty girl, come all over my fuckin' cock. Make me feel it. Give me somethin’ ta dream ‘bout.”

The wet noises from your cunt being fucked to the brim filled the room, accentuated by his grunts and your moans; the only fucking music he'd never get tired of. A few more hard snaps of his hips and the warmth gathering in the pit of your core shot out white hot and filled your senses as you cried out and shook against him, falling over the precipice violently as he continued on.

“Good girl, ride it out for me, almost there,” he groaned as he let himself go, giving in to all that glorious pressure that he had staved off till now. Through the high of your release you squeezed your thighs together to help you bear down on his cock just like he liked to help send him off. “Right there, that's it…Goddamn baby...fuck.”

And his orgasm exploded like a rocket, making his body trembling as warm cum shot up into you to coat the inner walls of your pussy as he milked himself dry. Low guttural whimpers he echoed into your chest as he nuzzled his head into the nape of your neck, his limbs vibrating as you contracted and relaxed the muscles around his cock for good measure.

Panting and exhausted, his pace slowed until it finally came to a stop. Simon continued to hold onto you, his body pressing you into the door, cock still buried deep as he calmed himself. Gently you ran your fingertips over his scalp in long lines until you could feel his pounding heartbeat slow and he could move again.

Carefully he pulled out of you, a bit of cum dripping down your thighs as he set you back on your feet once again. Cupping your cheek against his palm, he placed a more delicate kiss to your lips as a silent praise for how good you did for him.

As he pulled away, his gaze lingered at your eyes. “So, what're ya doin’ this weekend?” he asked with a smirk before kissing you one last time.

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jpbpxma · 20 days

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morning, baby;

content warnings/tags: nsfw, contains smut, nipple play, choking (slightly), sex on the kitchen countertop, joel miller x f!reader.

You wake up to the smell of coffee drifting up the stairs and roll over onto your back with a groan as the sun shines on your eyes. You smile when you hear Joel downstairs making breakfast for the two of you, it's just so blissfully domestic. You stretch your whole body as you give a satisfied sigh, then grab the nearest item of clothing, which just happens to be Joel's denim shirt from the day before. You yawn as you slip it on, carelessly fastening enough buttons up so you're not completely exposed and make your way downstairs.

You make a beeline for the coffee machine, eyes still tired and mind still sleepy, you really needed some caffeine to wake you up. You put your mug under the spout, press the button and yawn while stretching again, with your arms up in the air, when warm hands gently snake around your waist from behind you. "Hey, that's my shirt," Joel teases, his already deep voice even deeper in the morning. He peppers kisses on the back of your neck; you can't help but smile as he pushes the collar of the shirt to the side a little with his nose so he can trail his lips across your shoulders. "Morning, baby," he whispers between kisses.

When he presses up behind you nice and close, his sweatpants leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. "How do you look so beautiful right when you wake up, hmm? " He asks in a low voice, nearly a growl. He's such a sweet talker, you giggle despite yourself. He traces kisses along the bone of your shoulder while cupping your breasts. You smile at his actions, leaning into his hands and melting into his touch, "You're right, you're so lucky, babe," you say playfully, turning your head to kiss him on the cheek. He hums in your ear in response, nipping at the sensitive skin behind it, grinding his hard on into your ass at the same time.

"Mmm, someone's frisky this morning," you say, cupping his face with your hand. His hands slide into the open front of the shirt to grab onto one of your breasts, while the other wraps loosely around your throat. You inhale sharply, gripping the countertop hard when Joel pinches your nipple sharply between his thumb and pointer finger, his hand flexing against your throat. You both knew exactly where this was going, you make a low keening noise in your chest with need. Before you could react, he picks you up by the waist and spins you around, dropping you on the opposite kitchen counter.

You gasp as the cold, hard surface touches the heated skin on the back of your thighs. He places himself in between your spread legs and claims your lips into a heated kiss as you wrap both legs around his waist and grab his thick hair with both hands. He scratches his blunt nails down the length of your back, making you moan into his mouth. Joel's poor shirt doesn't stand a chance as he pulls apart both sides of the shirt you're wearing, you could hear buttons bouncing somewhere in the distance. He dips his head down to kiss on each of your now pebbled nubs as his hands explore every part of your exposed body. Being as in love with your nipples as he was, he goes right back to lick your right nipple while rubbing his thumb back and forth over your left one - occasionally giving it a little pinch - before putting his whole mouth over it to suck on and run his tongue across it. He does this while alternating the actions between the two nipples, paying equal attention to both.

You whimper, body vibrating with desire, as you grip his hair harder. Both of his hands then grab your hips, pulling you forward roughly to the edge of the counter. He pulls his sweats down and brings himself closer to you, teasing your lips with his tip, causing you to shiver. You could tell he's worked up by the way his eyes are serious and focused, concentrated on the pleasure. Before you could even draw a breath in, he buries himself into you to the hilt. Never truly getting used to the sheer size of his dick, you gasp but quickly sigh happily at the feeling, your head thrown back as Joel's lips are on your shoulder, nipping and sucking your skin.

He starts with a deep and harsh pace, thrusting slow, but hard enough to make you jerk forward, gasping with your mouth agape. Your moans get louder as he kisses your collarbone and makes his way up your neck to your jawline, making you clench around him on his next harsh thrust. Joel lets out a groan so deep, it makes you somehow even more turned on than you already were. Searing heat and urgency coursing through your veins, you use your hand on the kitchen counter as leverage and start to thrust back against Joel, meeting his hips with your own.

You're over the moon with pleasure when he angles his thrusts to better hit your sweet spot. The first time he does this, your hand goes from gripping his hair to fisting the front of his t-shirt, twisting the fabric so hard you could rip it. With the pounding of Joel's hips at that angle, you can feel the coil deep in your stomach starting to tighten. You could tell he was just as close as you were, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. His face is flushed, biting his bottom lip with his eyes screwed shut and his forehead wrinkled with concentration, he looked so beautiful in this moment.

His hips start to stutter, desperately chasing his own high as he takes you. You tighten around him, coaxing his orgasm while lost in the pleasure yourself. When he gives a final, sharp thrust, you moan as the orgasm washes over you, your whole body quivering as he stills with a deep grunt. You're both breathing heavily still holding onto each other and your legs still wrapped around his waist. “I think it’s safe to say that we’ve worked up an appetite, baby,” Joel laughs, still slightly panting, "You're going to love the spread of breakfast I made you." Yup, domestic bliss indeed.

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ashhh-14 · 8 days

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A Matinal Bliss

Husband!Aventurine x Reader

Synopsis : A rare morning when you wake up early with your husband

Warning : ethereal aventurine (yes that's a warning), tease aventurine, one or two suggestive remarks (nothing explicit)

A/n : '.......' meaning short timeskip

A short yawn escaped your lips as you sat up, rubbing the haze out of your eyes when you looked beside you.

'Aeons he looks gorgeous like this'

The soft sunshine casted a warm glow in the room making everything shine golden.

'I suppose it is worth waking up early sometimes to witness this' you thought, rolling towards the sleeping form of the man beside you, trailing a gentle finger across his soft skin, thumb tracing back and forth motions on the apple of his cheek as you gazed at him with pure adoration.

You bent your head a little lower, whispering in his ear. "Wake up honey."

You tried coaxing him again once more, this time placing a chaste kiss below his ear. He stirred, releasing a soft groan as he shifted, turning on his side and draping an arm over you, pulling you closer.

"Wake up or you'll be late baby" you said affectionately, a small smile on your lips as you started placing feather light kisses against his neck.

"mmm stop treasure." He pulled you against him closer in an attempt to halt your movements, his voice still husky from sleep making your heart flutter.

You raised your hand to his face, tracing his features once more as you kissed him on his jaw.

He finally opened his eyes at that, those neon pink orbs landing on yours as you gave him a loving smile.

"Morning Treasure" he gave you a smile, his lips making contact with your forehead before finally releasing his grip on you.

He sat up, stretching his limbs and rolling his neck as he saw you get up. "I'll make you some coffee. You go brush" you instructed with hands on your hips before leaving the room.

..........

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted across the house as you heard footsteps make their way into the kitchen.

"Morning my dear husband." You mused as you looped your arms around his neck, his hands coming to rest on your waist as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

Placing a soft kiss against your neck, he straightened up again, hands fishing away towards the coffee mug that sat on the counter.

You laughed. "Always so eager for coffee."

..........

As you were done placing the breakfast on the dining table, your husband entered, hands rubbing the towel on his wet hair, an unbuttoned shirt loosing hanging on his frame as his chest glistened with water droplets like diamonds.

You sucked in a deep breath at that, which obviously didn't go unnoticed by his keen observation.

"Like what you see Treasure?" He teased, lips curving up in a smirk as he took a seat, hand catching yours as he placed a kiss on the centre of your palm, his eyes never leaving yours.

You cleared your throat, asking to deflect the topic. "Not wearing your usual today?" You didn't wish to get hot and bothered when he clearly had to leave for work soon. It'll only mean suffering for later till he returns home.

He piled some food on his plate, cutting into it as he spoke "No. I felt like I should try a change of pace."

He chewed the bite, gulping it down as he placed a kiss against your forehead, muttering. "It's delicious. Thank you love."

.......

You buttoned his shirt as he styled his hair in the mirror behind you. There was a slight shake in your fingers every time they brushed against his toned abdomen and chest.

Hooking the final piece of jewellery on his ear, he was done. You were about to go around him to retrieve something when his hands clasped against your shoulders, restricting your further movement as he tilted his head down, a sinister smile reflecting his features as he whispered in your ear.

"Don't worry, my Treasure. I'm going to repay every ounce of your help this morning when I return."

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yourfavoritewitchbitch · 3 months

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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY

To all my Eddie girlies out there!

Eddie Munson x Reader Blurb

Warnings: Smut. Fluff. Reader with a vagina. Little bit of a breeding kink.

WC: 1k

18+ Only!

“Eddieeee…” you whine out, his fat mushroom tip grazing the soft spongy spot you could never reach yourself. He's got you on his bed, face pressed into the mattress, gripping your hips so hard you know he'll leave finger shaped bruises.

He slows his relentless thrusts just a bit when he hears you, slowing to an agonizing pace that makes your eyes roll back.

“Oh fuck, Eddie!”

“Yeah, sweetheart?” A cheeky grin plastered across his face as he asks.

“I want to… to see you. Please.” Your voice was strained but so delicately sweet. He could never deny you.

Gently, he pulled himself from you, letting you roll over to face him. He pushes his knee up to part your thighs to accommodate him, pressing his chest into yours. Hair tied back, but loose curls falling down framing his face.

Not giving you any sort of reprieve, taking his cock pushing the leaking tip through your folds, finding your entrance and easily sliding back in to the hilt as another wanton moan slipped from your lips.

“This what you wanted Princess? Hmmm?” he grabbed your jaw, squeezing slightly when you didn't answer. “Too fucked out to answer? That's ok, I got you.”

You barely nodded, as he dipped his head down, taking your nipple into his mouth, biting a little harshly and soothing it with his tongue.

“Eddie, ahhhh…” arching you back, pushing your chest further into his face. He pulled off with a slight pop.

“What baby? Too much for you?” He said a little mockingly.

“I just want you.” Your hands grabbing at his chest and shoulders.

“But I'm right here, sweetheart.”

You shook your head, digging your heels into his ass, inching his cock a little further into your soaked cunt.

“Fuck, just need me, huh? I can do that.” He began to roll his hips, your greedy pussy practically sucking him in each time.

His face hovering over yours, studying your pinched brows and puffy, kiss bitten lips parting into a little “o”. He kissed your cheek, and then the other. Any other teasing comments died on his tongue once his eyes roved over you, halting his movements momentarily so he could speak earnestly.

“I love you, sweetheart. Anything for you.”

You couldn't help the smile that crept across your lips, as you looked up into those dark brown eyes full of lust but also held so much love for you.

“I love you too, Eds.” You giggled, as he held your cheek and began peppering kisses across your face.

“Valentine's day got you all mushy, huh baby?”

“Yeah, I guess so. I just… I just love you Eddie.”

You couldn't help the rush of feelings trying to escape. Bubbling up and out of your chest, trying to convey your feelings for him but only coming out as “I love you.” But it was so much more than that. He was so much more.

“Hey, I know sweetheart.” He brings his lips to yours, picking up his thrusts once more, making you both moan out in unison.

“I know you're close. You gonna come f’me baby?”

The thatch of curls at the base of his cock hitting your clit deliciously as he pushes his hips flush to your each time but it wasn't enough to push you over the precipice.

“More…” you whined out.

“Oh, now she wants more.” He chuckled, gaze turning a little more dark as he said it.

“Mmhmmm… need more.” You choked out, as he moved out of you just for a moment to get a better angle.

“Not giving you enough? This is what you wanted sweetheart.”

“I know, Eddie…” you started but he quickly sat up, pushing both of your knees to your chest, his thick cock pushed back into your tight cunt in one swift motion giving you no time to think.

With the new angle, he set a brutal pace, as broken moans rang out with the sounds of your soaked pussy being pounded into oblivion.

“That's it… mmm… she's gripping now. C’mon baby. Soak my cock.”

He reached up, placing his thumb between your perfectly pouty lips, as you quickly sucked it into your mouth swirling your tongue around the digit.

“That's it baby, get it nice and wet for daddy.”

You hummed as he brought his thumb down to your clit. Immediately pushing harsh circles to your swollen nub.

“Be a good girl. Come for daddy and I'll fill this pussy full. Make you all nice and round. Let everyone know you let the freak wreck your tight little cunt.”

“Oh fuck, Eddie!” His words straight to your aching core.

A few more thrusts that feel like he's going to punch straight through your guts and your coming undone.

Your orgasm hits with a blinding force, those fireworks burst behind your eyes as your pussy strangles his cock.

“Fuck, that's it baby.” He works you through it until you're pushing his hand away from your clit as he doubles down his efforts sliding in and out of you chasing his own release.

He lets out a low growl, as his balls tighten for his impending release. His cock twitches as it paints your walls with thick, white ropes.

His hips thrust a few more times before he's collapsing completely on top of you trying to control his labored breathing, your legs finally falling back to the mattress.

“Think it'll stick this time?” He pants, breath fanning out across your sweat soaked skin.

“God, I hope not. At least buy me a ring and move out of Wayne's first.” You laughed, brushing the curls from his face when he looked up at you.

“Yeah, that's probably a good idea.” He huffed. “Happy Valentine's Day baby.”

He captured your lips once more before you both froze, hearing the front door open.

“Goddamnit, Eddie! I told you to stop leaving your underwear…” Wayne shouted from down the hall. “For fucks sake, son.” No doubt spotting yours as well.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader smut #joseph quinn #valentine's day

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svtcrus · 9 months

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Day Offs. || suguru x sorcerer gn!reader

a/n : some sweet suguru writings to cope with jjk season 2

note : geto and reader are implied sorcerers , and teachers. suggestive writing , h0rny suguru

synopsis : suguru sees you in his attire and can't help himself

having a day off from teaching and exorcizing were lucky days for you. however for your boyfriend a day off was an extremely rare day. but some days, a very rare and incredible lucky day, occurs when you're both off. and that day happened to be today.

you were still half asleep, tiredly sitting up from bed. wincing slightly at the pain coming from your lower back. the crinkled duvet covering your bare body, you scanned your bedroom for a piece of clothing. you looked to the floor which was scattered with clothing, and fallen pillows. the events of last night flashing back into your mind making you blush.

seeing sugurus thrown jujutsu jacket near you, you grabbed it to cover yourself up. it smelt like him, woody but fresh.

getting up, his jacket was long enough to cover down to the mid of your thighs. not thinking much, you made your way out to the kitchen where you could hear the sizzles of your boyfriend's cooking.

the aroma of bacon and sugurus homemade pancakes flowed in your shared little home. in the kitchen was your boyfriend shirtless with a pair of joggers hanging loosely on his lips. v-line showing, and that muscular back of his is littered with your scratch marks. oops.

the warmth of the sun piercing through your windows is making him glow before you.

you walk your way towards him, arms hugging his biceps as you tiptoe to kiss him on the cheek. he's still focused on the bacon, but he's grinning at your presence.

"morning baby," he says softly, voice still raspy from waking up so early. he's turning the knobs of the oven off so he can focus all of himself on you. only then does he take in you sporting his work attire, and it's lighting a fire inside him. his eyes widen a slight, admiring at how cute, how ravaging you look right now.

within seconds after his staring he hastily grabs you by your waist, placing you on the countertop. your arms quickly wrap around his neck as he's suddenly kissing you with the same hunger from yesterday. it's full of lust, both of your lips becoming swollen. you moan in the kiss as he's pushing against you for more, hands now trailing up to tangle into his raven hair.

meanwhile his lips then trace down to your jaw, then to your neck where its covered in his lovebites. large hands grabbing your hips, then your bare legs. he is absolutely devouring you.

"mmf-! sugu.. i'm still sore..!" you manage to breathe out, pushing him away with your free hand while the other is covering your red face. suguru looks down at you, eyes dark with want. he smirks at how flustered you are before him.

he gently grabs your hand that's on his bare chest, taking it up to his lips to place a small kiss. his other hand gripping at the edge of the counter as he towers over you.

"I can't help myself lovely, you're here wearing only my jujutsu jacket and a cute pair of underwear... you're all mine." he's leaning in again, whispering in your ear as he places your hand on his shoulder. you shy away, face looking over to the side. suguru giggles at this, kissing your cheek before he backs away. turning around to get two plates from the cabinet.

"you're so mean sugu.." is all you can mutter out, while still sitting on the kitchen counter. watching him as he acts like he wasn't about to have you for breakfast instead of the bacon and pancakes.

"mmm yes yes, now c'mon baby. let's eat yeah? you need to replenish the energy you lost from last night."

"suguru!"

@svtcrus || 08.04.2023

#geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x you #geto x reader #geto x you #jjk imagines #jjk x you #jjk x reader #suguru x reader #geto suguru #jjk geto suguru #jjk smut #geto smut #geto suguru smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #getou x reader #jujutsu kaisen

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apute11as · 6 months

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Everything happens for a reason ~ Alexia putellas x reader

Author note: The poll was close but I’ve decided to do it as parts as it’s easier for me to get regular smaller posts out with my work and things but I hope you enjoy❤️

⚠️ suggestive themes, slight smut, pregnancy, failed ivf mentions

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The sun light pierced your blinds, bathing your room in a gentle yellow glow. As your eyes fluttered open, you were met with the beautiful site of your wife’s naked, tattooed back asleep next to you. You knew she’d be tired, as were you after your late night activities that went on into the early hours of the morning, needing to make the most of your time together before a gruelling 2 months likely without seeing each other at all.

You admired the woman next to you, and the way that the light made her tanned skin look ethereal. Tucking the loose strands of hair behind her ears, you pressed a light kiss to her cheek but as you went to bend back up, you felt an unusual lurch in your stomach. Rising immediately, you went to empty the contents of your stomach into the toilet bowl. After gagging for a couple of seconds, you felt a warm hand on your shoulder, one that surely belonged to your girlfriend.

“¿estas bien mi amor?” she questioned with a soft look of concern present on her features.

“Si carino estoy bien I think it’s just nerves because of how soon the World Cup is and the pressure that I’m going to be under.” you replied patting her hand that rested on your shoulder.

“Ok if you’re sure let’s get some water” she exclaimed, offering her hand and using her other to lift you by the hips.

As you entered the kitchen, she quickly made you water and a warm cup of coffee which seemed to work pretty well to soothe your aching stomach, a sure sign that this wasn’t a bug but simply nerves.

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A couple of hours passed and you were feeling almost completely better which definitely helped in reducing your girlfriend’s anxiety. She had helped you with all the finishing touches to packing your bag so that you were now completely ready to go to the airport. Despite the original plan being for you to get a taxi to the airport, after this morning Alexia insisted she drive you in her car, claiming that she could easily divert her taxi to take her to her camp from the airport. After a large discussion, filled with many kisses, you finally agreed.

You planned to leave at 8am but it was currently 7:30 so with half an hour to spare the two of you were cuddled up on the sofa, with Nala settled asleep across both of your laps.

“I’m going to miss you so much amor” alexia whispered into your neck, tightening her grip around you.

“I’ll miss you too Ale, but I’ll see you in the final, when we both get there” you replied, kissing her cheek.

“Hmm” she hummed into you, her hands creeping up your jumper and onto the bare skin beneath it.

“what do you think you’re doing love” you giggled as her cold hands made contact with your exposed midsection.

“Mmm gonna miss you so much” she mumbled as she pulled you into her further, startling poor Nala who preceded to fall into the rug, showing her annoyance with a small bark. At this point, you were now straddling her hips, and she was leaving open mouth kisses on your neck on the marks she’d left last night. She then carefully slotted her thigh in between your legs, trying to make contact though the layers of fabric between her legs and your pussy.

“Ale I need to get ready to go soon or else I’ll miss my check in.” You reminded her but she seemed unfazed as her hand reached your breasts and began to massage them. You moaned as she reached your nipples, allowing her to keep going despite the more logical side to you saying no. However, you draw the line when her hands reach down into your sweatpants to touch your pussy. “Alexia putellas segura you are like a teenage boy are you always horny?” you questioned, whilst simultaneously trying to escape her newfound grip on your hips.

“No I just love you so much bebita and I’m going to miss you and these” she said groping your breasts again.

“Ale stop it I mean it we have to go” you say sternly, finally managing to escape her grasp.

“Fine” she huffed like a child being scolded by their parent. She made a move to stand up but not before giving your ass a smack as she shuffled past you.

“You little-“ you remarked as you began to chase her, Nala joining in with her mami’s playing.

After a painful 15 minutes of Alexia touching you in anyway she can, you finally made it to the car with all of your stuff and Alexia of course opting to carry as much of your stuff as humanly possible, the princess treatment ever present as always. And of course once you had begun your journey, Alexia had placed her hand on your thigh for the entire 30 minutes.

Once you finally reached your destination of the airport, Alexia parked up her Cupra and promptly strolled around the other side of the car to open the door and offer her hand to you so you could get out. Hand in hand, you both ventured to the car trunk to collect your bags, and of course Alexia carried as much as possible; ever the gentlewoman.

So you walked over to the airport hand in hand. After unloading your stuff into the baggage section, it was time to say goodbye to your girlfriend for the next two months. What you hadn’t expected was for the tears to form in your eyes so easily.

“Amor are you crying” alexia asked, her eyes slightly glassy too.

“Yes sorry my love” you responded, letting the tears fall without restraint now as she held you tight in her arms, just had she had after every failed IVF attempt.

“Don’t be sorry I’m just shocked you don’t normally get this emotional I’ll see you soon I promise cariño” she stated with a pitiful smile.

“I think I’m just having one of those days my love I’m really going to miss you” you replied

“And I you guapa” she smiled.

With one last hug, the two of you parted ways and you headed to security and baggage check, boarding pass in hand and unsettling feeling in your stomach.

Once you boarded the plane, you quickly found your seat, it was next to a woman and a small child. Placing your stuff in the overhead storage, you sat down by the window staring into abyss. Around 20 minutes into the flight, the unease in your stomach returned and you suddenly felt bile begin to rise up in your throat. Noticing your discomfort, the woman next to you spoke up.

“are you alright love” she questioned with a maternal glint in her eyes.

“Oh- yes sorry just feeling a bit ill” you replied hesitantly.

“would you like travel sickness tablets?” She asked with a smile.

“Oh no thank you I don’t usually get travel sick” you assured her.

“Well haha I thought the same until I was pregnant with this one here” she said pointing at the toddler asleep next to her.

“I was great with travelling but then I just started to feel sick every time I entered a moving vehicle” she chuckled.

“Oh wow I’m sure I’m not pregnant though” you offered weakly.

“Probably but you never know” she rebounded.

“Actually I took a test the other week we were trying for a while, but after the last negative we’ve decided to give it a break” you replied with a hint of sadness.

“Ah I see but those box tests aren’t always correct, I’m sorry if I’m overstepping here but given what you’ve told me maybe it’s worth taking another” she professed.

“Maybe” you said weakly, offering a small smile.

Throughout the journey your thoughts spiralled, what if you were pregnant and the test had been wrong? How would you explain this to your coaches, to Alexia? The sickness persisted, you excused yourself to the bathroom once or twice, but nothing but dry heaving occurred. The likely reality of your predicament began to settle in and what felt like an extensive flight, despite the fact it was only 2 hours, the plane touched town in rainy England and as you stepped out of the plane, all that you felt was dread.

#woso #woso imagine #woso x reader #espwnt #fcb femeni #alexia putellas #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader #barcelona femeni #espwnt x reader #barcelona femeni x reader #women’s football

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luvrxbunny · 2 months

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homecoming ─ ★ joel miller x f! reader

a/n: i wrote this at like 3:30am 🦢

wc: 1.6k

warnings: 18+ MNDI, really light choking, dry humping, piv, some praise, oh and some hair pulling but i feel like joel miller smut = some hair pulling.. with me at least cus like.. THE CURLS (not proofread and much longer than intended)

okay so Joel coming back from a trip, maybe it wasn’t even super long, a week or so but nothing you guys haven’t weathered before.

but for some reason; maybe it’s been a long time since he was away from you for even a day.. Joel all but loses his mind without you.

it’s like he goes into heat or something. like his body knows that he can’t have you and suddenly its craving you 10x its usual amount.

he comes back late at night, near midnight. all the guys wanted to take shelter for the night, arrive at the community in the morning but Joel hadn’t mentally prepared himself for another night without you. he refused to go another night without you.

you’re snug in bed when he crawls in. you’re pulled from your sleep by the dip in the bed but you instantly recognize the broad chest pressing against your back.

you gasp and bury your hand in his hair as quickly as possible. you reach over his face as he gives your neck a kiss and presses closer to you, poking you in the back with a feeling you’ve missed.

“is this okay? i’ve missed you so much, love.” you only hum in response, arching your back so he can grind against the plush of your ass, an opportunity he graciously accepts. he groans low and rough into the back of your neck as he starts humping you. “we can stop if you’re sleepy, baby.. shit.” his arm comes to wrap around you.

his forearm stretches diagonally across your torso as he cups your blood with his palm, using you for leverage to grind himself more forcefully into your ass. “could- oh god.. mmm we could w-wait for— until the—”

“baby, shut up.” is all you mumble before twisting to finally devour his lips in a kiss that he whines into. whines

his frantic humping turns into purposeful grinding as you pull away. his breathing is more erratic than you’ve ever heard it. his eyes are shut as tightly as his hand is gripping your hip, surely leaving dents in your skin.

you turn back around to bury your face in the pillow in front of you, too uncomfortable with your body twisted but leaving your hand to play with his hair. “needed me this bad, baby?”

you try to sound teasing, dominant but instead the question comes out high and breathy, sounds as desperate as he’s acting.

all you get in response is a growl from Joel before his hand leaves your boob to flip your body around, letting you face him, letting you— for the first time— really take in his disheveled state.

his hair is mussed— definitely your doing, but his lips are red and bitten, presumably from holding in his sounds to not disturb the silence of the night. his eyes are blown wide, glinting with a crazed look as he grinds into you gently.

he has his hand on your thigh, your leg pulled over his hip do he can grind right into your core, sending convulsions throughout your body.

after taking him in you meet his eyes again and he crumbles. whimpering a loose form of your name before burying his face in your neck and inhaling your scent as his hand coming to your lower back to press your body into his.

“i’ve needed you more that air, dove. been craving your soft body, your- fuck- your sweet sounds.” his voice gets high near the end of the sentence, only reminding you of his need. “swear i’ve been seeing you in the stars at night. m’losin my goddamn mind over ya’.”

his desperation is leaking into your veins now, the same way you’ve started to seep into your underwear, growing tired and teased with Joel’s incessant movements against you.

you stay silent, let him release wet moans into your skin as you take matters into your own hands.

you grab his waist band and pull the buttons apart so roughly you may have broken them. you keep up your urgent demeanor as you free his cock from its confines.

his hips don’t stop moving as you fumble with his pants, he grinds against the air, your hands and your wrists, anything he can reach.

he moans your name when you wrap your hand around him but his breath is stolen as you quickly pull your panties aside and shove him in.

he’s surrounded in your wet warmth before he can take another breath. the same heat he’s been dreaming of, craving, fiending for over the course of the past week.

his head is finally pulled from your neck as he sits up a bit with his hand on your throat, his index finger and thumb holding your jaw in place as he forces you to look him in the eye.

his brows are furrowed and there’s a look of confusion and a softness that feels like begging in his eyes. you’re waiting for him to scold you, remind you who’s in charge, that you don’t do anything without his permission first. but instead he just pants against you, incapable of taking even breaths as his hips twitch softly and against his will into you.

you hold his eye contact as your hands come to the base of his spine, pressing down and curving his hips into you, guiding his slow and gentle thrusts.

his face crumples in pleasure, all his features scrunching in as he tries not to moan into your face. his hand twitches on your throat before tightening again as he leans down to press you against his forehead before resting his cheek on yours as he finally releases all the sounds he’s been holding in.

first you get a guttural groan, something that sounds like it came from the depths of his chest; low and rumbling. as his hips begin to move on their own accord, his moans change. they become more urgent, short and cut off as he tries to catch his breath. every now and then it sounds like the first syllable of your name but he’s never able to get the full thing out. “there you go, sweetheart. just like that.”

you try and stay composed as you guide him but he’s ramming into your g-spot like he’s been searching for it for weeks. your brain is turning to mush, melting out of your ears. when Joel pulls his face away from yours, wanting to examine your state, he can tell. he can tell that you’re not all there, that you’re holding on by a thread for him. it fills his chest with pride.

you watch a lazy smirk slide over his face as his hooded eyes meet yours. “it’s okay, baby.. m’here now.”

Joel lifts one of your legs, gripping your thigh and pushing it to meet your chest. “you don’t gotta be all tough anymore.” it feels as though he’s opened up a new channel inside your pussy, like he’s reaching places that weren’t accessible before. like he’s reached heaven, inside you. “you can let go, darlin’.”

you explode.

its that godforsaken southern drawl of his. whenever he talks to you in his low, smooth voice, like pouring warm honey right into your ear, filling your brain with sweetness. you have no choice but to fall apart. you hadn’t even been aware of how badly you’d been craving him.

you knew you missed him of course, but you thought you’d be satisfying yourself decently in his absence.

you obviously had forgotten when your orgasms feel like when they belong to Joel.

it feels like your body falls completely apart. you don’t feel attached your limbs anymore. all you can feel is the warmth blossoming violently in your abdomen. your thighs shake, and Joel tightens his grip, wanting to feel the rippling muscles under his palm.

he watches your brows furrow as your eyes roll back. you go limp in his arms, your entire body relaxed as your soak his cock in your juices.

Joel fucks into you at a leisurely pace, forgetting his desperation in favor of watching you melt into the bed. but as he thrusts he watches you slowly coat his cock, giving him a milky sheen, an award for his actions and a reminder of your own craving for him.

it’s more than a punch in the gut, it’s like he’s been completely winded, like someone has punctured his lungs and crushed his heart inside his chest.

he gasps once and sees your eyes snap open to his, waiting and watching as his body folds in on itself to fill you with its seed.

Joel almost falls on top of you, his arm catching him before he lowers himself into your lips. he’s too busy moaning your name and praises to kiss you properly. he rests his lips against yours as his mind clears, blank and thoughtless, finally satiated after a week of driving him crazy.

his body weight slowly increases as he blankets you, his cock pulsing inside you gently, gently pumping pent up ropes of cum into you despite the small amount already leaking onto your thighs.

“love you s’much.” Joel mumbles groggily into your ear. his hand comes up to stroke your head, soothing you as he notices your rapid heartbeat. “you’re my perfect girl, y’know that? everything i dream of, everything pure.” you feel that terrifying warmth spread through your chest, that intense, buzzing love that blooms in your chest whenever he opens his mouth.

“i know, joey.” your hand slides out of his hair and down his back, scratching gently and relishing in the way you feel his chest rumble with a contented hum. “i love you so much more, y’know that?”

he chuckles softly before biting you semi-gently. “no way.” he sighs against your skin. “ain’t possible.” he licks over his teeth marks before kissing them.

his lips just barely ghost over the area as he falls asleep, his cock warm and soaked inside you.

a horrid surprise for Tommy when he tries to welcome his brother home with a “gourmet” breakfast in bed service.

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ageingfangirl2 · 4 months

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Make You Feel Good! Benn Beckman x Reader SMUT! (One Piece)

Being Shanks second in command comes with a lot of paperwork, both necessary and unnecessary. Luckily you know how to help Benn destress while he works. You underestimate how much paperwork and start to get needy cockwarming Benn. He knows how to keep his doll in place. Benn x Reader (Female) SMUT!

Benn was pulling another all-nighter, Shanks hated paperwork so Benn took on the responsibility. The gentle rocking of the ship and pen scratching on paper kept you occupied in your current position. Your head was resting on Benn's shoulder as you played with loose strands of his hair, trying so hard not to move as commanded which was hard with Benn's dick inside you making you go crazy at how long you'd been sitting here.

Benn hums, 'It's...really distracting when you do that doll.'

You huff, 'you said one more page ages ago.'

Benn stops writing, and the next thing you know one of his rough hands grabs you by the chin and forces you to look up at him. The sudden movement has you clenching around his dick wanting release.

'...FUCK!' you moan.

Benn smirks, he was the oldest most experienced member of the crew. And what you didn't know was how much he craved you and how thrilled he was when you came onto him drunk and had come back to him when you were sober. You were younger than him, and out of his league, whereas you believed he thought you were a child because you went along with Shanks's antics. You wanted pleasure and he wanted a way to relax, most nights he got you off quickly but tonight cockwarming was the longest and you could be impatient.

He runs his thumb over your lip, 'So beautiful and all mine doll. Such a slut for my dick, you haven't done this with anyone else have you?'

You shake your head, 'Just you, only you. Please don't tease me anymore,' you beg, voice shaking as you grip his shirt with your hands.

Benn smirks, 'get me a smoke will you.'

Feeling his dick angle more towards your sensitive spot as you lean back to reach behind you for his cigarettes and lighter you mumble curses under your breath. He places both of his hands on your hips keeping you in place. You put a cigarette between his lips and light it.

'Thanks, doll. now if I give you a little something will you keep quiet and let me finish my work?' he asks, tone playful but mischievous.

You nod eagerly, 'yes I will keep quiet.'

He picks you up by the hips making you squirm and gasp at the cold air on your slick pussy as he pulls out of you. He then slams you back down roughly.

'...YES...BENN!' you shout with a hiss, forgetting just how big he is.

Benn's nickname for you was doll, and you lived up to that nickname as you let him play with you, picking you up and slamming you right back down onto his dick, 'keep the noise down doll. Someone is going to walk in while I have my dick inside you, can't tarnish your good girl image,' he mocks.

You put your hands over your mouth to quiet yourself and nod in compliance. Shanks quarters were right next door and you didn't want your captain seeing you in such a vulgar position when he respected you. The only sounds around were your muffled cries, skin slapping against skin, and Benn grunting as he picked up the pace.

'Such a good girl, does it feel good when I use you like this?' Benn praises, and your hips buck against him as one of his fingers finds your clit and continues the overstimulation.

'Mmm...' you mumble, the noise coming out muffled behind your hands, your eyes rolling back, as you feel warmth in your lower half.

Benn grunts, 'I know you like this doll. I know how to make you feel good and cum. Now cum for me, cum around my dick and fingers.'

You come undone, walls clenching around his dick as you cum on demand. You remove your shaky hands from your mouth panting heavily, '...thank...you...Benn...'

Benn grins proudly, 'My turn doll, let me fill you up.'

With a couple more thrusts he cums inside you filling you up like promised, clearly just as pent up as you had been, the two of you riding out each other's high. He brings his cum soaked fingers up to your lips and you take them in your mouth sucking them clean. His eyes were full of admiration as he took the cigarette in his other hand and blew smoke at you.

You smile blissfully as you go back to resting your head on his shoulder, 'you can finish your paperwork in peace now.'

Benn leans down and kisses the top of your head, 'going to buy my doll something pretty when we next dock,' he says jokingly.

You roll your eyes and mumble, 'As long as it's shiny.'

You were a fierce fighter, quick-witted and a smooth negotiator, but your sweet appearance meant a lot of people underestimated you. the crew would tease you and treat you like a princess or a doll, but when shit hit the fan they wanted you on their side. Right now you were content being Benn's stress relief as you both got something out of this arrangement.

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gayaristocrat · 6 months

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*Walk Him Like A Dog*

Summary: Mike wants nothing more than to fuck his boyfriend’s ass into oblivion. But in order to do that, his boyfriend must teach him patience and obedience first

Warnings: Sub Top! Mike Schmidt, Dom Bottom! Male reader, pet names (ex. good boy, pup, puppy, precious), use of leash and collar, begging, gentle use of muzzle

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“Have you been a good boy Mike?”

Mike couldn’t help but let out a whimper as hot tears rolled down his heated face. Your grip tightened on the leash that was latched onto the black leather collar locked around his neck. You had to admit, be did look good with a leash and collar on, as well as a muzzle.

Mike didn’t give a response as he just sobbed looking down at the decorative red rug below him, feeling so needy for your touch.

“I asked you a question!” you demanded giving a tug on the leash, the metal tags linked on the collar jingling and he was yanked forward, knees scratching against the rug. His chin lay on your knee as he looked up at you with glossy red eyes and furrowed brows, giving a silent apology begging for forgiveness. He them looked at you with those big glassy eyes with love as he began to speak.

“mhmm” Mike gave a raspy muffle, failing to blink away his tears. He wants to speak so bad, to tell you how good he feels. How he wants more, and beg to treat like the dog he is. Wanting to please and obey your every command literally on hand and foot. But every time he tries to speak his voice gets silenced behind the leather muzzle around his mouth.

“speak up puppy, you know I can’t hear you” You say in a sickeningly mocking tone tugging on the collar once more

“mmm…mhmm!” He says pathetically nodding his head in a frenzy.

Smirking at the state the man kneeling legs spread at your feet is in. His red kissed knees against his ivory skin from the slight carpet burn. He looks at you with those big dark teary eyes of his tugging at your heart strings. You softly moan as you feel your dick twitch in your pants as you yourself are even hard from this experience.

You run your free hand through his disheveled black hair humming in satisfaction and gently undo any tangles you may come across. After a few minutes you sat the leash down on the bed next to you and reach both your hands behind his neck to unlock the leather muzzle from around his mouth. The hairs on Mike’s neck stand and he shivers. Mike’s breath quickens and his heartbeat picks up and you get ready to remove the restrictions. A string of saliva breaks away as you remove the mouth piece tossing it on the bed behind you as well.

“there you go baby, look at you precious”

You hold his scruffy chin in your hand gently rubbing the skin as you speak, and feeling the patches of black facial hair. Giving him little scratches under his chin you say in a baby voice. “Who’s a good boy huh? Are my good boy?”

You look at him, pleased at how his leg bounces at the scratches you give his chin.

“I…im your good boy *hic* I…’m your good boy” he mutters in a raspy wet teary voice, swallowing and wincing at the burning in his throat.

“Yes you’ve been so good. Taking anything I give you like a champ. I’m so proud of you precious”

“M/N, please let me fuck you. I need *hic* …I need my cock in you! I’ll do anything *hic* pl..please I’m begging you. I…I wanna feel you around me”

He sobs again, tears uncontrollably running down his face. He grabs hold of your leg and rests his head against your thigh again looking at you with those doll-like eyes as his wet eyelashes stick together each other

Your voice that was once soft and sweet like honey, quickly turned to one that wasn’t pleased. As Mike watched your face that once looked at him with a smile and adoration, now looked at him with utter disappointment, a look which only make him feel his heart break in half as his eyes swelled with even more tears. Mike knew he messed up by loosing patience like that.

“tch…you’re not being a good boy for me anymore” you say in an irritated manner “bad boys get the muzzle remember?” reaching behind you for the muzzle again

The aching in his chest didn’t go away. He didn’t mean to, please don’t be disappointed with him, he can’t handle it.

“P..please…no more muzzle…no more. I’ll be good I *hic* I swearrr” he whimpers, his hands desperately pulling at your pants leg. “m’sorry, ‘m a good boy! a really good boy!” he whines.

He always seems to know just what to say and do to make you go soft on him. You’ll give in to his begging just this once, but it seems like you two will definitely have to do some more training in the future. After all, you are a man of your word and you did promise to let him fuck you.

Your face softens as you let out a soft sigh, putting the muzzle down again you hold his chin once more so his eyes meet yours and you say calmly yet sternly

“Good dogs speak when they are spoken to, have patience, and do what they’re told. Understand pup?”

He bites his bottom lip and nods his head with a defeated choked whimper. Muttering ‘please please please’ in his head over and over again.

“You wanna feel your cock inside me Mike? Do you wanna fuck me?”

Mike begged as he rolled his hips, grinding his angry red cock against the front of your boot moaning with the slight relief. The veiny shaft twitched with anticipation and excitement as beads of pre-cum leaked from the angry red tip landing on your shoe.

“Well Mike-”

He’d been a real good boy when taking the treatment you’ve been giving him, and everyone knows that good dogs deserve treats so-

“You better bark like you want it”

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bluejeanstrash · 10 months

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why don’t we kiss since we’re bored?

for this request. thank you again, anon 🫶

tags: just some good old-fashion slice of life fluff | w/c: 940

‘uhm, do you want to bake something?’ seungcheol suggests, reading off a list on his phone.

‘not really’ you mumble, eyes shut. baking required effort, dishes, and cleaning at minimum; absolutely no way you both would follow through. ‘plus, do you even have anything we can bake with?’

he shakes his head no which you can’t really see, but the sound of him locking his screen tells you everything you need to know.

‘let’s give up’ you sigh, pulling at the loose threads of the fluffy carpet you both are laying on.

‘mmm. let’s’ he agrees, grabbing your busy hand and bringing your interlocked fingers to rest on his stomach.

right now you were supposed to be sitting pretty in a gorgeous private garden (that had an insane waitlist but thankfully having a celebrity boyfriend had a few perks), pouring bubbly into a tall glass while your boyfriend took “candid” pictures of you, and you of him. it was a picnic date that had been in the works for weeks.

and up until the morning the weather looked promising—sunny with a slight chill as was forecasted. but then came the unannounced downpour, dampening the weather first and the mood shortly after.

normally rainy days in were always welcome, but this date was something you both were really looking forward to since you didn’t really get to do “public dates”. well, not today either.

still, you did try salvaging the day by suggesting ideas (do you want to watch a movie? why don’t we play something? let’s do a puzzle?) while simultaneously shooting each down.

now, defeated, you lay next to each other, the sound of the rain constant like the rise and fall of seungcheol’s tummy. it’s quiet for a few minutes but when he takes in a sudden inhale of air, you can tell he’s about to speak.

‘why don’t we…kiss since we’re bored?’ a question so unexpected, it elicits an unattractive snort out of you.

‘what?’ you open your eyes, turning your face to him.

he explains how it’s a thing, a slang they used to use back in the day.

‘wooow, you’re looking at me straight in the eyes and lying these days, huh? i see how it is’

‘i swear! it’s an actual thing!’

‘okay then’ you turn your body to face him, easily convinced ‘let’s kiss since we’re bored’

he breaks into a dimpled smile, doing the same. he places one firm hand on your waist pulling you closer to a kissable distance.

‘hi’ from him soft and fond.

‘HI-IIII’ from you loud and playful, making him chuckle.

he brings a hand up to your face, gently brushing your hair back while his soft gaze admires you and all your little (im)perfections ‘why are you so pretty? huh?’ he questions, a finger tapping your nose.

‘why are you?’ and with that your lips meet, soft and sweet, both of you sinking into a space of familiarity. outside, as the rain hits the ground heavier your kisses deepen.

soft hums are replaced by needier breaths as you make out, taking his lower lip in between your teeth to bite teasingly as his grip tightens around your waist. you’re both completely into it when a loud crack of thunder interrupts, causing you to flinch, accidentally biting his lower lip at little too hard.

‘fuck!’ he curses, wincing at the shooting pain.

‘fuck, i’m so sorry! are you okay?’ you grab his face, trying to see if that drew blood.

‘i’m fine, i’m fine. are you okay?’

‘i’m fine. i’m so sorry. the thunder, it- it scared me’

‘i know baby, i know, it’s okay’ he reassures, gently rubbing your back, like he did when you were anxious.

‘does it hurt?’ you fuss, stroking your thumb along his bottom lip knowing he’d love it. and god, he does. seungcheol is a sucker for these moments—a little sniffle, a non-existent cut, and barely-there bruise—he wants all of it to be a big deal.

‘yes’ he pouts. it really didn’t, there was an initial sting but now he just wants to drag this out.

‘i’m so sorry, baby’ you say, pressing a sweet apology to where it “hurts”, and another for good measure.

‘okay, so kissing is out’ you cross another off the list.

‘no, wait, why?!’ you remind him he was just saying how his lip hurts to which he replies ‘but it feels better when you kiss it’

you roll your eyes, not able to stop the smile that spreads across your face.

‘i like kissing you’ a sudden confession.

‘i like kissing you too’ you reply as your lips meet again. you kiss as his hands move from your face to find your hand, interlacing fingers; yours move to caress his hair; his find their way back to your waist; then your legs drape over each other, both of you a tangle of limbs. somewhere amidst the many kisses and warm touches, he grabs a throw, placing it over you both, wrapping you in a bubble of comfort. there’s a serene grey hue that fills the room as the overcast skies clear and disappear.

‘promise me one thing?’ he suddenly pulls away, feeling compelled to complete this thought.

‘mhmn?’

‘promise me you’ll kiss me for the rest our lives?’ he asks, saying incredibly romantic things without so much of a warning. you feel this sudden warmth fill you, all the way down to your toes.

‘i promise’ you vow, the warm fuzzy feeling now in seungcheol’s chest as you lean back in to seal it with a kiss.

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toruslvt · 2 days

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⋆ AGE GAP ft. Jingyuan

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 cw. m!reader, imagine Jing yuan is in his 40's n' reader 20' ty, size difference, this is supposed to be kinky why did it come out so soft omfg

request from @cakeboxie

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it was such a foreign emotion for Jing yuan to have fallen so fucking hard for someone younger such as yourself.

was it embarrassment? perhaps, but was he embarrassed of you? never, of what would people say? not in the slightest, embarrassed that you might not want to date an old man like himself, to make a fool of himself in his constant attempts to ask you out with a bouquet of flowers and his casual, confident stride towards the antique shop where you worked at Aurum Alley.

he couldn’t help and sit constantly at a nearby table and just watch you interact with customers, have you always looked so handsome in those loose clothes of yours?

but Jing yuan is not a man to get nervous often, not to say never, but the moment you gave him a look and a smile spread through your face, he knew he was fucked.

and that’s how you find yourself pinned underneath his strong, muscular and incredibly huge body, a couple dates and you feel for his old man charm, for the crinkles in his eyes and how knowledgeable he was... and sexy too.

“mmm, relax, baby, you’re tightening up so much” he groans, with his hair thickling on your collarbones from where he plants pecks on your neck, two fingers buried knuckle deep in your warm hole, prepping you hopefully enough to take the gigantic cock that occasionally slapped your thigh wetly.

a gritted groan comes out of your mouth the second Jing yuan’s large hand comes to grasp both your cocks, making you shudder at the way his palm so easily gripped you both and stained your skin with how much precum his tip oozed.

“good boy” he purrs as you stop squeezing, allowing the older man to easily scissors his fingers inside of you, liking your nipples in the process, “feels much better, right?”

“mhm, yeah—” you croak out, thighs shaking at the multiple stimulation from everywhere, enough to have you cumming in his hand with a big mess that splattered on your belly, right in time for your brain to focus on the pleasure instead of the uncomfortable stretch Jing yuan’s cock is providing at pressing himself against your entrance.

way too many years of being patient... perhaps he won’t be so this time.

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melobin · 2 months

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behind the screen 𐙚 sungchan smau #15

✧ camgirl reader x roommate sungchan

✧ synopsis. in which sungchan discovers his favorite also happens to be his roommate

✧ wc. 1k

✧ chapter warnings. smut, female and male masturbation, live streaming, pillow humping.

✧ a/n. hi, sorry for abandoning you for a little while my mental health has been deteriorating rather bad these past two weeks and i’m slowly crashing but i’m getting by and im alive that’s what matters !! thank you for everyone who was patient with me and i hope you’re not disappointed in this chapter. i love you all 🩷

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“be patient, i’ll tell you the announcement at the end of the stream” sungchan sighed as he leaned back in his desk chair, running his hand through his hair as he looked at merci.

something felt different to him, knowing he’d spoken to her and seen intimate pictures of her privately left him unspeakably horny. he couldn’t help but feel like the stream was for him and him only, it left sungchan weak thinking of merci touching herself whilst thinking about him.

she sat prettily in front of the camera, even though her camera was always angled before her neck, she always seemed to have something covering her face just incase it slipped into view. even without knowing what she looked like though, she still sat prettily for him.

her fingers slowly pushed over the thin material of her panties, legs spread wide in front of the stream. sungchan gripped his cock through his briefs, already having stripped the rest of his clothes before her stream had even started. maybe it was pathetic how ready he was for her, he blamed it on need. need for her.

“mmm i don’t feel like getting off with my hands today” sungchan squeezed his cock through the material again, he was solely focused on merci as she laid a thick pillow next to her on her bed, her fingers glided over the fabric before she straddled it. sungchan sucked in a breath as he watched her thighs close around the pillow and her body fall forward slightly. her tits fell perfectly into the view of the camera, the valley between them showcasing her gentle skin, bra being the only thing keeping her from being fully exposed.

sungchan couldn’t help himself from pushing his briefs down enough to release his cock, hand immediately wrapping around the base as he squeezed it at the sight of her. he watched carefully as she ground down against the pillow, she let out a deep breath as she felt the first bit of pressure against her clit. sungchans hand slid over his cock once, he squeezed the tip in his hand before dragging it back down. he found himself groaning quietly, everything felt more intense for sungchan as he watched her. somehow wanting her even more than he did before.

sungchan’s hand matched the rhythm of her grinding down against the pillow, his eyes never left her body as she straightened up and hooked her hand over her bra, pulling it down to release her tits from its hold. he groaned at the sight of her, he was sure he felt his cock harden within his grip due to it. he wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, wanted to whisper in her ear and tell her how bad he wanted her. sungchan swore if he had her with him she’d never feel unwanted.

on the other side of the wall, you were a mess. your head fell back as you ground harder against the pillow, lips parting to let out a few loose moans as your eyes closed. you couldn’t stop yourself from letting your mind wander to chan, wondering if he was watching your stream with his pretty hand wrapped around his thick cock. you wondered if what you were doing was getting to him, if he wished he was under you instead.

your hand reached up to grab your breast, squeezing it as you moved a little quicker against the pillow, your clit aching as the pressure began to build more intensely. you closed your eyes as your ears fell blind to the world around you, faintly being able to hear the sound of donations pouring in as you let your pleasure overtake you.

sungchan had a feeling merci was in her own little world as she fucked herself against the pillow, her moans were just as desperate as her hip movements were. she was chasing her high in a way that seemed like it would be taken from her within seconds. sungchan loved it. the sheer desperation in her movements, the way her sheets crumbled up under her and how she fell forward and let her tits bounce with each drag of her hips. he wanted her bad and he felt it as his cock twitched in his grip. whether he wanted to be or not, he was close.

sungchan squeezed the base of his cock as he groaned, a little louder than he meant to, but he didn’t care in the moment, too focused on the way his high was climbing up his body. in the end sungchan closed his eyes, letting merci’s moans echo through his ears as they came from his headphones, he let himself cum over his abs as he continued fisting his cock.

she sounded so pretty, filling his ears with a harmony of her sweet whines and her mattress creaking softly. he was almost overwhelmed when he opened her eyes to see her moving quicker. her breathing was unsteady, her whines were broken. she was close. sungchan was admittedly glad he’d came before her, it gave him the ability to sit back and watch as she drove herself over the edge.

sungchan ignored the chat, not wanting to see what was being said to her by the other men that was watching, he was selfish and he wanted her to himself but he knew, at least for the meantime, that wasn’t possible.

as you calmed yourself down you moved off of the pillow, sitting on your knees as you let yourself breathe. you sat silently for a few moments before smiling, being sure the smile was heard in your voice as you spoke.

“so, tonight i am announcing a draw that i’ll be hosting on my twitter for a lucky fan to be brought out to spend a night with me” you watched as the chat freaked out a little, excitment was in the air “all you have to do is follow me on twitter and like the tweet i post about it and a winner will be picked within a month” with that you closed off the stream and picked up your phone.

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fyeahnix · 4 months

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Sevika has her own office on the second floor of The Last Drop, right next to Silco's. She doesn't use it much, but when she does.....

cw: femme!reader, semi-public sex, rough fucking, very mild praise kink

Underground hip-hop thumped the floorboards of The Last Drop. An electric performance, some up-and-coming rapper who'd made a name for herself the last year spitting in battle rap circles. No matter how much muffled hollering and cheering you heard, you couldn't bring yourself to care in the slightest. She wasn't awful. In fact, she was quite talented, and a part of you hated missing out on the show.

But it was difficult to care when you were bent over Sevika's office desk, underwear pooling at your ankles.

Sevika always switched up her pace depending on her mood. Tonight was glacial and rough. With every snap of her hips into your ass, you waited with bated breath for the next to rip a moan from your throat. There was no steady pace, no matching beats with the music downstairs. She kept you guessing. And agitated. And fucking delirious.

"Goin' back on our deal already?" Sevika called out.

You barely heard her with your face buried into the oaken desk. The spot your cheek rested on had past gotten warm so you moved two inches to the left for a cooler spot.

Smack!

You flinched and clenched your ass. Thankfully not her bronze claws that time or you'd be nursing a few welts back at home. You whined, reached back, and found your wrist caught in Sevika's grip.

"I'm—fucking—talking—to you," she growled between thrusts.

"Mmm... Mm-mm."

"So let me hear you. I want everyone downstairs to know who owns this fuckin' cunt."

You smiled against the desk, bit your lip. You always loved Sevika's possessive streak. Always had to throw her damn weight around. Always needed you to know who was in charge.

You pushed your ass back and wiggled. The back of your thighs caught her belt buckle and you wondered if the clinking was loud enough to catch Silco's ear.

"Think you're fuckin' funny?"

She clearly didn't appreciate the tease even if you did feel a slight twinge of her own hips at a second twist of yours. She grabbed your other wrist and pinned them together behind you with her claws. Kept them secure.

She tangled her fingers in your hair, pushed your face into the desk for good measure as she thrusted hard. You swore, loud enough for her to praise you.

"Knew you could do it, baby. Now. Louder." She pulled you up by your hair and let go of your arms to grasp your hip. "Or... I stop."

You faced her unlocked door with your shirt open and tits on full display. Anyone—Silco, Ran, Dustin—could attempt to summon her and hear everything. And you knew she didn't care. Liked making a show of fucking you anyway. Hell, Silco's office was next door and you were damn sure he'd heard you at least once before. You prayed to Janna that he left for the night.

Then again... If you did make a scene, any sane person would turn back around and save their questions and concerns for another day. The goons knew better than to bother her when she was "busy." Sevika was just that intimidating.

So you let loose.

The next moan that ripped from you was more emphatic than the previous and Sevika rewarded you with another smack on your ass.

"There we go, sweetheart," she said, and chuckled at the shell of your ear. "Now, say my fuckin' name. Lemme hear you scream it."

A shiver dribbled down your spine at her words. Moaning was one thing, but calling her name? There was a level of raunchiness to that that always made your toes curl. You clenched around the fuchsia silicone toy stuffed in your cunt in preparation.

Her claws rolled up your hips and passed your ribs to settle at home on your left breast. She squeezed, tweaked your nipple. Rolled it in her palm. Made your feet tingle.

She thrusted. This time, different. Another followed, then another and another until your eyes rolled back and shut and the slap of skin on skin drowned out the rowdy crowd below. Her cadence remained slow, but there was a cadence now. Still rough. Still hard. But a melody.

And you sang right along with it. Right along with the show below.

"'Vikaaa..."

You sang.

"Sevikaaa..."

You sang.

"Sevika!!"

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angel-of-the-moons · 8 months

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Nectar

Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader!

TW/CW: NSFW, Fingering, Voyeurism (sorta), exhibitionism, dirty talk, grinding, biting, smut, Jake is a cheeky little slut we all know this

MINORS DNI: I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: This is self-indulgent as fuck, to help get me out of the funk I've been in. This is also because I actually grow these flowers and some interesting things happen when you milk them. That and I love to tell people I milk flowers for shampoo, the confusion is great.

(Any Spanish in this fic is written in italics and largely translated by Google, since I still know only a tiny bit and don't know any Spanish speakers personally)

🌒🌒🌒🌒🌒🌒🌒🌒🌒🌒

Jake dropped his duffel bag next to the front door, sighing as he tugged off his jacket.

It was a quiet day, thankfully, because Steven and Marc left him to control the body today, to allow him to front by himself without their "chattering" in his ear...

"Muñeca?" He called out.

When there was no answer, he tried for you again.

"Alguien en casa?"

His brow furrowed when he was met with silence. You were home, he was sure of it. Your car was out front, the front door was unlocked...

That's when he noticed it, the sliding glass doors were open.

Hairs rose on the back of his neck and he automatically suspected the worst. He pulled his gun out of his chest harness, turning the safety off and he slowly crept to the open doors, finger off the trigger.

Just in case.

He inched his head out just enough so he could sweep the corners of the back yard, surrounded with thick shrubbery and trees, and flowers of various sorts.

Until finally, he looked at the farthest and most shaded part of the yard.

There, hunched over, you were. Your hair damp and hanging in clumped strands around your face, what appeared to be sweat soaking your face, dripping down your neck, and into the valley between your breasts.

Your whole look was alluring, really. You were wearing your biker shorts, your boots loosely tied, your tank top rolled up to reveal just enough of the tantalizing skin he adored to touch so much.

Jake tilted his head, running his tongue along his teeth as he leered at you a moment longer, a familiar hot feeling settling in the pool of his belly.

Well, it had been a few days... too long for his tastes.

He then noticed something odd, next to you was a small pail, the kind you'd see a child using at the beach. The particular patch of flowers were probably the ugliest ones in his opinion. He made sure you knew it, too. They looked like pinecones without the prickly bits, conical in shape (obviously) with small blossoms poking out here and there as green faded into a bright red-pink.

When he asked you why the fuck you wanted those ugly ass things, you giggled and said "You'll see".

Jake grunted and put the safety on his gun off, holstering it and hanging it on the coat rack by the door.

He put his gloved hands in his pockets and walked into the patio, and over to you.

"I was wondering where you were." Jake hummed when he was close enough, tilting his head.

You looked up at him, and instantly you knew.

"Jake!" You said, breaking out in a grin as you stood, knees dirty. You slipped your arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek; but of course, Jake being Jake, he turned his head and caught your mouth, shoving his tongue between your teeth to slide against yours with a soft groan; one of his hands cupping the back of your neck and the other going to grip at your waist, slipping beneath your tank top, the soft worn leather sliding up your back.

The smell coming from you was almost heavenly. Sweet, a little earthy, but almost like a cologne he wore, ages ago. It was a good smell for you.

"Jake." You breathed, separating from him, pouting up at him. "Can't wait, can you?"

"Mmm." Was all he said, his hand at the back of your neck moving to tip your chin upwards, his thumb brushing your bottom lip.

"Well too bad, you horndog." You giggle, pulling away from him, to kneel back in the grass.

"What are you doing?" He sighed, pouting like a child as he crossed his arms.

"Milking the flowers, duh." You grin up at him.

"Qué? How the... how the fuck do you milk a flower?" Jake asked, his brow furrowing as he kneels next to you.

"Here, watch." You grab a hold of one of the heavy flower heads, gesturing for him to lean in as you put your tiny pail beneath the flower.

When Jake leaned in, you gave a sudden squeeze to the flower, and some kind of clear gunk shot out and splattered on Jake's face, right above his eye and dripping down his cheek.

You broke out in a fit of giggles when he fell back on his ass, furiously wiping at his face and spewing curses.

"You're jerking off flowers!" He hissed at you.

You cackle some more and gently squeeze the flower, ignoring his comment.

Jake hesitantly sniffed his hand and realized...

"Did you put this in your hair?"

"Mhmm." You hummed. "It's a natural shampoo and conditioner. It keeps your hair shiny and fluffy... helps with bug bites and it can apparently be used as a massage lotion."

"....Where the hell did you learn that?" He squinted.

"YouTube. I got bored one day. It smells good, though, doesn't it?" You smirk at him as he rights his position now, making direct eye contact as you ever so slowly work your hand up the flower, the clear nectar dripping down the soft skin of your hands, into the waiting pail below.

He felt his cock stir in his pants as you turned from him and moved back down the flower, and back up again, squeezing out every drop you could.

You grab the handle of the pail and lift it, revealing it had been tucked inside of another bucket the whole time.

"It does smell... okay." Jake conceded.

"Just okay? Jerk." You snort, as you reach for another flower to start draining it into the pail.

"Mmmmh." Jake hummed, watching your slick fingers grip the flower head.

"You can go inside, y'know?" You sigh as his fingers reach out and grip your damp hair softly, the nectar from the flowers soaking your hair, the shiny fluid clinging to his glove.

"Don't want to." He murmurs, standing on his feet, looking down at you.

You don't have to look at him to know that he's smirking.

"Seeing as how you won't go inside and leave me alone, here." You hand him the pail full of the clear liquid.

"Set this on the counter in the kitchen for me?" You bat your eyelashes for extra effect.

Jake rolls his eyes, still smiling and does as you ask.

As he set the pail down, he leaned his hip on the counter.

He had a rather painful hard-on now. Watching your dainty fingers work at the flowers, all he could see was your hands wrapped firmly around his cock slowly stroking up, your fingers playing expertly over the tip, just the way he liked it...

Jake sighed and walked back out, and seeing you bent over as you milked more flowers sent a thought through his mind.

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When you stood up, you were suddenly grabbed from behind, strong arms wrapped around your waist as lips sought the pulse in your neck.

"Jake." You sighed, your hand going up to gently grip his dark curls.

"Hmm?" He hummed.

It would have been innocent, a little cuddle and love nip.

If he wasn't grinding his hard cock into the curve of your ass.

"Jake!" You gasped when you felt one of his hands slide down the front of your shorts.

"No panties? Naughty girl." He grinned as he bit down at the soft spot in your neck, earning a moan that you had to swallow back down before it got too loud.

"Fff..." You hiss, looking around frantically as his fingers swipe over your clit, toying with the wetness in your folds.

"So wet for me. You're having more fun than you're admitting to me, muñeca." Jake growled, biting harder on your skin as he curls a finger into your waiting cunt.

"Jake! S-someone might see us!"

"Let em see."

Jake chuckled cruelly, shoving you forward into the large oak tree your flowers were planted around.

He turned your body until you were facing him, and he claimed your mouth, biting you lips and shoving his tongue into your mouth before you can protest, he pulls his mouth away from you, tugging the glove off his hand with his teeth, and shoved his hand down your shorts again and quickly pushed his fingers back inside of you.

He pressed the heel of his hand into your swollen clit and ground on it as he thrust and curled his fingers, making sure you writhed and squirmed; relishing in each contraction of your muscles as you gripped at the meat of his arm with your hands, biting your lip hard to stifle the moans.

You tried to focus on something, anything that wasn't your boyfriend's hand buried knuckle deep in your cunt.

You squeezed your eyes shut and leaned your head back, choking back your whimper.

You tried to focus on the bark of the tree digging into your skin, the pebble in your boot you kept forgetting to take out.

But all thoughts were brushed aside as you felt your orgasm being pushed, and pushed hard.

Jake was never the kind of man to half-ass anything. Especially when it came to fucking you. Normally he liked to work you up slowly, teasing you and eating you out until your legs turned to jelly, before fucking you on the nearest available surface.

Right now he was needy, desperate. You weren't sure what got him so worked up.

You gasped, and when you opened your mouth, Jake shoved his tongue back inside it, swallowing your voice in a hungry kiss as your muscles clamped down, spasming around his fingers as he thrust them in and out, fresh slick gushing around his digits as he fucked you through your orgasm, leaving you breathless and jelly-legged.

Jake pulled away from you, grinning like a shark.

You panted heavily. "You... you fucking shit--"

Your voice went dead when you heard your neighbor call out your name.

You yank Jake's hand out of your shorts and shove him away from you, fixing yourself as best you could when she walked through the gates connecting your yards.

"Oh! Hey, Joyce!" You say awkwardly.

"I was wondering if you finished getting that nectar?" The older woman asked sweetly, completely oblivious to what she just walked into.

"I... ah. Yeah. I kind of knocked over the second batch but I have some inside I can filter for you?" You cough awkwardly.

"Oh! That would be so nice thank you, sweetheart." She tilted her head, looking at Jake. "Oh! I take it your boyfriend has been helping?"

Your eyes widened in mortification, and you looked at Jake's hand, shiny and still wet.

The bastard didn't even try to wipe it off!

Jake gave you an impish grin and looked at his hand, playing with the lingering stickiness as he looked at Joyce.

"Sí, ma'am. But I was being a little careless and cost her the second batch." He replied politely.

"Oh, well, I'll be waiting! Take your time, sweetheart, no rush!" She hummed, turning to walk back into her own yard.

Jake waved the hand that still had your fresh slick clinging to it.

You grab his hand and yank it down, hissing.

"We're going inside. Now."

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pandorxxx · 1 year

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You’ll be back

Neteyam x Omatikayan fem reader (shifter) (all characters are aged up)

Warnings: smut, p in v, creampie, praise kink, dom-neteyam, hair pulling.

I actually started writing this a couple of days ago when I was having a hard time shifting. Idk, I thought it was a cute idea. It was gonna be just for me to read, but I thought why not post it for y’all? So I hope y’all like it🤭. Goodnight🫶🏽!

“If this love only exists in my dreams…don’t wake me up.”

“Don’t you have school tomorrow, my love?” Neteyam asked with a soft chuckle, pushing loose strains of hair behind your ear as he stared up at your gorgeous figure, straddling his lap. “Ugh, don’t remind me.” You groaned, rolling your eyes as your head dipped back towards the sky.

“You’re almost done, y/n. Just a couple more days, right?” He asked with a smile, caressing your thighs with his strong, yet gentle hands. “I mean….yeah. These projects are kicking my ass though.” You chuckled, face palming as you shook your head.

“Ah! don’t worry, my love. You’re almost done anyway. Just hang in there.” He spoke softly, caressing your cheek. You melted into his touch, nuzzling your head into his hand as you smiled. You took a deep sigh, meeting his eye contact.

“I-I just wish I could stay here with you….forever. I hate the world I live in.” You confessed, blinking back tears. His gaze softened, before pulling you down into a well needed hug.

“I know, y/n. But you can always see me. I’m real, THIS is real.” He spoke, holding you tightly in his embrace. You relaxed in his arms, feeling his chest underneath your head, hearing his steady heartbeat. This WAS real, and it was all yours.

“I just meant that….I wish it wasn’t so hard to get here. Do you know how hard I work to try and get to you every night? What if I can’t make it tomorrow, or the next day, or the nex-“ you rambled until he cut you off.

“Then…until next time.” He replied, pushing you up to see your face. He smiled up at you before bringing you down into a passionate kiss. Tongues dancing around each other as they fought for dominance. His hands slid to your hips, pushing you down into him. You let out a soft moan in between kisses before you pull back.

“Give me something to remember you bye, just in case I don’t come back tomorrow.” You smiled, eyeing him up and down. His raised a brow, intrigued by your sensual advances.

“Get in that position I like, and I’ll give you what you want, hmm?” He spoke lowly, sliding his hands all the way down to your ass, gripping it softly. You bit your lip, slowly crawling off of him. He watched you intently as you got on all fours, before letting your head lay on the moss beneath you.

“Come and get it, big boy.” You spoke sensually spreading your knees a-little wider to reveal the wet spot in between your thighs. He licked his lips, crawling behind you swiftly.

“Mmm, you know me so well, don’t you?” He asked, slowly untying your loincloth, letting it drop to the ground. The chilled night breeze hitting your glistening cunt made you hiss lowly, biting your lip as you backed into him.

“Mhmm, anything for you Neteyam.” You spoke breathily. He chuckled, admiring your gorgeous body under the night sky. He untied his loincloth, letting it hit the ground before his cock sprung out, grazing past your clit on the way up to hit his stomach.

He grabbed his cock, jerking it off before lining it up with your dripping cunt, sliding into you slowly. You both let out a series of moans that filled the still forest.

“I know it’s been a while since I’ve last seen you. Want me to go slow, or fuck you like the slut you truly are?” He asked with a hint of aggression, thrusting into you slowly, sending a hard smack to your ass.

“I-it seems like you already know how I want it.” You moaned, gripping the moss beneath you. He grinned, gripping your hips harder before he drilled into you, deeply. Your jaw dropped as you took every hard stroke, sending you an overwhelming amount of pleasure.

“Like that? Hmm? You’re sooo quiet all of the sudden. Why is that, baby?” He asked with a sadistic grin plastered across his face before grabbing your hair, twisting it around his wrist to use it as leverage. “b-because teyaammm!” You whined, throwing it back into him, meeting every one of his hard thrust halfway.

“Because what, y/n? Huh? Tell me.” He growled, speeding up his pace. Clapping sounds ringing through the forest.“b-causeeee….you fuck me sooo good.” You moaned, voice bouncing from every stroke he sent your way.

“Oh yeah, baby? I fuck you so good, huh?” He asked before he tucked his bottom lip In between his teeth, smacking your ass once more. “Yessss teyam!” You cried, feeling your tight walls contract to accommodate his large shaft.

“You won’t leave me for too long. You’ll be back for this dick, right?” He asked angling his hips up to massage your sweet spot with his swollen tip. “Mhm!” You moaned, nodding frantically into the moss beneath you. “And you’re gonna finish that fucking school work, right?” He spoke in his melodic tone, tightening his grip on your hair.

“YES! YES! YES! I swear, baby!” You screamed, feeling that knot build up in your lower abdomen. “Mhmm, that’s right. Such a good girl for me.” He chuckled, throwing his head back in absolute pleasure, so close to his orgasm.

“Tey I-I’m…you’re gonna make me fucking cum!” You whined into the ground, tears welling in your eyes as the knot in your stomach started to unravel.

“I-I know, baby. Cum on this dick. I’m right behind you!” He moaned, watching his cock slide in and out of your dripping cunt, listening to the squelching sounds with every meeting.

“Fuck fuck fuckkk!!!” You screamed, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your legs shook, struggling to keep yourself up as you went through your intense orgasm.

“Mhmm! juuuust like that, baby. You’re gonna let me fill you up? Just alittle something to remember me bye, right?” He moaned, thrust becoming sloppy before smacking your ass one last time.

“Yes! Pleaaaseee!” You begged, meeting his thrusts halfway. He let out multiple grunts and groans before he finally release inside of you, thrusting into you slowly to ride out his high.

“Mmm! fuuuck YES!” He growled, watching both of your juices mix, dripping down his cock with every slow thrust. He bent down, leaving wet kisses all across your neck and cheek before pulling back up.

“Just alittle motivation for you to come back….”

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Yoriichi x reader x Michikatsu smut (because I've been craving some of that)

(Btw, this is my first time writing smut so it'll probably be quite bad)

MDNI

(This is a modern AU where the reader, Michikatsu and Yoriichi are in a polygamy relationship)

Michikatsu and Yoriichi glance up at you as you enter the room. Having just finished showering, your bathrobe clinging loosely to your body, and your skin was still a little damp. Nothing you thought would stimulate any kind of response. However, you're two lovers have a tendency to be a bit...perverted at times. Their eyes bore into you as you proceeded to brush your hair.

Michikatsu was in agony. The simple thought of knowing you where naked in the room next door set a heat throughout his body. A desperate craving he had to satisfy.

His brother wasn't much better. Yoriichi's arousal spiked as soon as he saw your almost bare body exit the bathroom, dirty images filling his mind as he watched you.

You ran your fingers through your hair as you finished brushing it, the strands flowing silkiny through your finger. As you placed the brush back on your desk, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around you in a warm embrace. You lent back into Yoriichi touch as he nuzzled his face into yiur hair, inhaling deeply as he did so.

"You're beautiful, "he muttered, his hands trailing a light path up you arms.

Warms coated your face at his words, to nervous to disagree, to flustered to answer.

Yoriichi stared to place gebtle kisses along your neck, his hands trailing a feather-light path down your arms. Michikatsu mived to stand infront of you, his hands cupping your face as he pulled you in for a desperate kiss. His lips moulded against yours in a kiss both soft and searing. Both gentle and rough.

As your wrapped your arms around Michikatsu's neck, Yoriichi's kisses started to gradually turn rougher, his lips leaving faint marks in his wake, causing you to moan into his brother's mouth.

Michikatsu's tongue brushes against yours, gis hands trailing up your thighs.

"M-Michi..." the heat that had begun brewing in your core intensified at his touch.

"Relax, beautiful," his voice rough with desire. "We'll look after you."

"P-please..." the simple plea, the simple world fulled their desires even further, your consent breaking the rest their restraint.

Michikatsu slid his hand further up your thigh as Yoriichi started pulling at your robe, desperate to rid you of it.

As the fabric pooled at your ankles, Yoriichi's hands slowly began to massage your breasts. Tease your nipples. Your back arched from the pleasure.

Michikatsu couldn't wait any longer. He thrusted two fingers up, inside your wet cunt, memorizing each moan you made as he did so.

"Mmm. Ngh!"

Whilst continuing to support you, Yoriichi placed his lips around one of your perky nipples, swirling his tongue around it. You gripped onto his Yukata, moaning loudly at the constant stimulation. Michikatsu's rough thrusts with his fingers. Yoriichi sucking on your nipple, playing with your soft tits.

Michikatsu thumb then began to roughly flick your clit, making your body twitch, and writhe from each jolt of pleasure. You clenched tightly around Michikatsu's fingers, throwing your head back onto Yoriichi's shoulder.

"That's it, baby," Yoriichi groaned into your ear. "Cum for us."

Nothing else needed to be said, as you immediately released onto Michikatsu's hand, crying out loudly in yiur orgasmic bliss. Michikatsu's thrusts continued until you rode out your orgasm, when he slowly removed his fingers, a stream of your juices running down then. He licked his fingers clean, groaning at the taste.

As he picked you up, Yoriichi turned your head to kiss you. Gentler than his brother, but still just as arousing, the way his tongue flicked against yours.

He positioned you above him, kneelng on all fours as he layed underneath you. You felt the bed shift, and Michikatsu's presence behind you.

Yoriichi kissed you softly again as he sliwly slid his cock into your cunt, swallowing your moans as he did so. He thrusted slow at first giving you a small time to adjust.

Your eyes shot open again as you felt Michikatsu push his cock into your ass. You pulled back from Yoriichi's passionate kiss to catch your breath.

"Fuck! Michu...Yori..." your moans fulled their thrusts as they began to fuck you harder.

Kisses where placed all over your body, but you where unable to determine who's they where. All you could focus in where the thrusts from the two men you loved. You craved.

"Nugh! H-Harder..."

Michikatsu's voice responded to your please with a simple "beg for it," spanking your ass as he did so.

Moans where all you could muster atthis point, the two cocks pounding into you making thinking feel impossible.

Yoriichi was more merciful than his twin and rubbed your clit, helping you to newr your end.

"F-Fuck! I-I'm gonna c-cum!"

You clenched them both tightly as you did just that, them pulling out before following you over the edge, painting your back and stomach with their cum.

As you collapsed onto Yoriichi, weak and exhausted, he wrapped his arms protectively around you, stroking you hair as your breathing calmed down. Michikatsu sat on the other side of you, massaging your legs.

"Did we go to hard, my dear?" Yoriichi spoke, a calm and gentle tone in his voice.

"No. No i liked it. A lot actually. I'd want to do it again."

The twins smirked, and Michikatsu gebtly pushed open her thighs.

"There's no time like the present."

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