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doumadono · 8 months

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(Since you wanted me here so much! HERE I AM BESTIE!)

🍑For Sinful Sunday🍆

I am thinking about Hawks and well... he is a bird yeah?

So how about Hawks going into his spring season??? Him being all nice and sweet, giving his s/o little gifts, him LITERALLY building a nest... ONLY TO FUCK IN THERE FOR DAYS! Until his pretty mate is tired and full of seed to the point it's leaking out. Of cours it's not like he is done just yet 😏😏😏

(Hoenstly... idk what I am doing here! Love you gurl!)

SINFUL SUNDAY

Spring was the mating season for birds, and you could likely guess how it affected Keigo. During this time, he constantly felt a fiery heat, and his sexual desire became noticeably heightened.

"It's spring," he moaned. His hips surged forward, making you gasp around his thick shaft, his reddened tip hit the back of your throat again as you were giving him the head.

Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes as he began slamming his cock down your throat, his pace rough and rapid, almost primal.

Did he mean it was mating season? You had indeed observed other avian-like traits in him lately — those little trinkets he proudly displayed on his desk at work, the absent-minded whistling as he strolled through the office. Yet, you never thought mating season could be among them!

His words tumbled out hastily, almost strained, as if forming complete sentences was far beyond him. His rut had utterly consumed him. “Fuck, gonna cum soon.” His pace quickened as his entire length was being forced down your tight throat. His wings trembled and unfolded as he cum into your mouth.

The instant his taste met your tongue, an involuntary moan escaped you.

"Fuck, dove. I need you, right now," he growled, his lips brushing against yours as he helped you up to your feet. His hand ventured between you, shifting your underwear aside as two fingers delved into your dripping warmth. Another guttural growl escaped his lips. "Oh, fuck, I gotta fuck you. So incredibly wet," he murmured, pushing you down on the bed that looked rather like a huge nest with all those pillows and blankets, his hand wrapping around his aching cock, pumping it several times, gliding it between your slick folds to immerse it in your intoxicating wetness shortly after. Hawks aligned himself with your entrance, impelling himself entirely inside you with one fluid motion. Your gasp of pleasure was truly a music to his ears. He began pounding into you relentlessly, filling the air with an unmistakably lewd and wet squelching sounds. "Oh, oh, fuck!" He clung to your hips with an intensity that hinted at marks to come, and his fervent kisses trailed from your cheek down to the pulse point on your neck, each one growing increasingly passionate and sloppy. "You belong to me," he panted, his thrusts becoming increasingly sloppy. "All mine," his voice, drenched in overwhelming desire, reverberated with a deep, primal hunger.

Your cunt clinched against him as your head lolled back on the pile of pillows.

Hawks deftly angled his hips, hitting that spongy, sensitive spot deep within you, and in an instant, your climax devoured you. Your walls clenched tightly around his throbbing dick, creating a frothy white ring at the base. "Oh, Keigo, yes!"

This was sufficient to push him over the brink too. His hips spasmed against yours as he released his hot semen deep within you. "Ah, fuck! My sexy baby bird," Hawks grunted, laying on top of you. "Took all of my seed so well. Hope you'll get round with my offspring soon."

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mellowswriting · 2 months

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HELLLLOOO sinful sunday (monday) is back?! ok with javi p - javi having his way with you infront of a mirror when y'all are newlyweds and the seeing your rings in the mirror together turns him on (idk does that make sense?)

married man

pairing || husband!Javier Peña x f!Reader

word count || 1k (oops)

summary || the sight of you with his ring on your finger, so proud to be his little wife, does something to Javier.

content || SMUT, unprotected p in v, ring kink (is that a... thing??), wife kink, mirror sex, oral sex (f receiving), rough sex, praise, unbeta'd

a/n || this got... out of hand. this was only supposed to be a few hundred words, yet here we are. i swear you're gonna give me a heart attack with these asks one of these days, cassidy. love u for it tho

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Four days have passed since Javier swept you away to a little tropical paradise. Four days since his shaking hands slipped that ring onto your finger. Four days since he made you his wife.

It still doesn’t feel real to him.

Javier watches you at the little bar on the beach. You’re waiting for the next round of drinks, a whiskey for him and something sweet and fruity for you. The woman next to you couldn’t help but compliment how beautiful you look - he can’t blame her, either. You’re simply radiant, especially in the glow of the sunset over the water. The smile on your face as you chat with her blows him away, as always. It’s the first thing he noticed about you all those years ago. That sweet smile as you held your hand out and introduced yourself has stuck with him every waking moment.

A small movement catches his eye - your thumb carefully rubbing the set of rings on your left hand. It sends an unexpected thrill up his spine. Javier shifts in his seat, his jeans suddenly together than before. The woman asks you about the rings and you happily tell her that you’re just married the love of your life a few days ago. You point him out to her and he tries his best to give a polite smile, despite the way his cock aches against his zipper. Her eyebrows raise as she returns her gaze to you, clearly admiring.

The conversation ends on a note of what a beautiful couple you make. Javier couldn’t agree more.

He doesn’t know how he manages to let you finish your drink. All he wants to do is whisk you back to your little bungalow of wedded bliss, but he bides his time. He can’t help but keep his hands on you, though - his hand squeezing your thigh, his lips brushing against your cheek, his fingertips tracing your wedding band.

The moment he has you alone, Javier strips you out of that pretty little dress and drags you into the bed. The sound of your playful laugh only makes him even more ravenous. His hands wrap around your thighs and force them open, his knees hitting the hardwood floor so hard that they’ll bruise. The taste of your cunt blooms across his tongue, all salt and woman. Your hands dig into his hair, wrenching his curls in your fingers and pressing him closer.

He eats you out like a man starved, all messy tongue and slicked fingers. He watches you take them, your cunt fluttering around his fingers. The sight of your slick drenching his wedding band ignites something inside him, something possessive and greedy that he just can’t rein back. His fingers curl up into that sensitive spot over and over, his tongue swirling around your clit until your back arches and your thighs tighten around his head.

He doesn’t care. If he suffocated right here, he would die a happy man.

Javier doesn’t bother giving you time to recover. He manhandles you to the edge of the bed and onto your knees. The huge mirror on the wall gives him the perfect view as he sinks into you in one easy stroke. The pace he sets is devastating. He pulls almost all the way out before burying himself to the hilt all over again, his fingers digging into your hips. Every thrust forces the sweetest sounds from your mouth. Your fingers twist in the sheets and you hide your face in the soft fabric. Javier can’t have that.

His bicep curls around your throat and he pulls you up, his chest pressed against your back. Careful not to restrict your breathing, he supports your body with his other arm wrapped around your waist. His pace doesn’t falter. His eyes never leave the sight of you in the mirror. Your head falls back onto his shoulder and he can hear those precious cries, sung right into his ear. Your hands find purchase on his forearm, little red lines following the rake of your nails. The light glints off of your wedding ring, the diamond refracting shimmers on your fingers.

It damn near sends him over the edge.

“My pretty little wife,” He grunts, pressing a sloppy kiss to your temple. “Takin’ it so good for me, aren’t you? That’s it… that’s my good girl.”

The praise ignites something in you. He can see it in your eyes. You work your hips back against him, meeting every thrust with a greediness that has fire singing in his blood. Goosebumps follow his touch as his hand skirts down your belly. You whimper his name as his fingers brush your clit. Every swipe of his fingertips makes you jerk and shudder against him. It doesn’t matter how much you squirm. He isn’t letting you out of this until you’re so fucked out you can’t remember your own name.

You can barely choke out a warning that you’re close, but he doesn’t need it. He can tell. He knows your body better than his own. Every quiver, every hitched breath, every sharp moan tells him he’s almost got you there. He fucks you through the crashing wave of euphoria, reveling in the wet gush that coats his thighs. He buries himself deep, his hips flush against your ass as he fills you with his cum.

Javier holds you there for a moment. He can feel the rapid flutter of your heart where his arm is pressed to your throat. You cling to him as your breathing evens out.

“I love you, Mrs. Peña.” He murmurs in your ear.

You huff out a laugh, a teasing lilt in your voice. “I love you too, Mr. Peña”

#javier peña x reader #javier peña x you #javier pena x reader #javier pena x you #javier peña smut #javier pena smut #javier peña x reader smut #sinful sunday

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freelancearsonist · 2 months

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riding marc spector after he’s had a hard mission and he holds onto your hips and fucks up into you when he gets close 🙈

OKAY YEAH YES THIS IS THE VIBE

like he's stressed and exhausted and all you want to do is make him feel better and remind him that he's okay, that he's here and nothing's going to take him away from you

so you climb into his lap and make a meal of it, kissing him until his head spins before unbuckling his belt and helping him shove his pants down just enough to get his cock out

and you tease just a little bit, stroking him so lightly that it makes him actually growl and nearly demand you hop on

you're not one to deny him so you do, sinking down onto every delicious inch of him and you stop once he's all the way in your cunt to adjust, but marc is needy. the soaking heat of you is driving him crazy and he can't stand the thought of you not moving for even a second so he anchors you in place and pounds up, literally just holding you over him like a toy for him to fuck and fill with his spend 😌

needless to say you definitely accomplish your mission by the time you've drained his balls--he's so far out of his head he doesn't even remember what the mission was about

#clarke answers #sinful sunday #marc spector x reader #marc spector headcanon #marc spector smut #moon knight x reader

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underfootlover2 · 1 month

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What’s the perfect Sunday for you? Mine is being naughty 😈

Submitted by @princessesfeet

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assembletheimagines · 2 years

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I’m just imagining having Steve + Bucky as roommates and them wanting to make a move but they aren’t sure what you’ll think about being with both of them and one night you’re getting ready for a date and they realize they have to let you know with some sexy times 🥵🥵🥵

What I'd give for this~

I'm not sure how much Steve can take.

And Bucky's no better, but he's at least better at hiding it as he looks over at his blonde best friend. Blue eyes meet his, he smirks, the eyes roll, and he is biting back a laugh. He's was so fucking right, Steve and him have had you as a roommate for a year now and it's been great.

You're amazing, you're funny, sweet, the list really could go on and it was no surprise to Bucky that one thing led to another and here they were.

Two superheroes, ex-soldiers, unable to tell you the truth.

And so, they were stuck watching as you ran about the apartment, half-dressed, scrambling to get ready for a date tonight that wasn't with either one of them.

Bucky knew they should have told you their feelings months ago, his eyes flick over to Steve who is trying his best to look busy with a book now. But Steve was the one who said to hold back, unsure how you would react if they told you.

You flash the boys a sheepish smile as you cross the living room to go into the hallway, opening the door to look in the dryer for your top. Steve looks over at you, his eyes slowly going over your body before looking at Bucky.

Bucky taps a finger, Steve furrows a brow and looks over and then back and Bucky taps his finger again.

They had known each other so long, they didn't even need to talk to have a conversation and Steve's frowning from Bucky's silent, "I told you so."

Steve huffs and you're turning around with a top in your hands as you move to go back into the bathroom. Bucky taps a finger again and Steve back at rolling his eyes at Bucky.

From this angle, Bucky can still see you, leaning against the bathroom counter as you apply your makeup, you have your top hanging to put on after and he's at his breaking point. His eyes glance at the clock in the kitchen before he looks over at Steve and gives him a look.

Steve, looks up from his book and knows it's his move. And then you're stepping out of the bathroom, top on, as you beam at both of them. "How do I look?"

Steve looks at Bucky who has moved to lean his elbows on his knees and he knows Bucky's telling him it's his move and fuck it.

Before you can realize whats happened, Steve's hand wraps around your arm and he's pulled you onto his lap. "You look beautiful, you always do." He compliments and your brain is still processing when you feel warmth on your back.

Bucky's moved out of his chair and is now kneeling behind you, pressing his chest to your back. "But we can't let you go on that date."

Bucky's words sends a wave of butterflies in your stomach and you're still straddling Steve's lap as you finally find your voice. "What-"

And Steve's cutting you off, kissing you as a response.

And you'd be lying if you said you haven't wanted this to happen for a long time. So, it doesn't take long for you to melt in his arms. Kissing him back before gasping when you feel Bucky's fingers sneak up your top.

Steve's lips move to your neck and you can't help but moan, the feeling of both of their hands on your body as Steve kisses down your neck and Bucky kisses you the back of your shoulder. It makes you roll your hips and moan again from the friction, feeling how hard Steve is under you. "She's so responsive Buck," Steve hums across your skin and you shiver as one of Bucky's hands goes down south.

"Yeah?" You can practically hear the smirk in Bucky's voice and his lips go to your ear. "I wonder how she feels-"

And fuck, you're fucking dripping, and you know Bucky feels it as he dips his fingers under your panties because he huffs a laugh that makes you whine.

"She's soaking," Bucky smirks and Steve's moving his head back, matching Bucky's grin as you lean your head back on Bucky's shoulder. Bucky's taken to rubbing your clit teasingly and it's making you roll your hips on Steve's lap again. Your breaths are uneven as your eyes clench shut in pleasure.

But your eyes don't stay closed for long when Steve's hands rub the top of your thighs and he telling Bucky, "let me taste."

Bucky's fingers slip from between your thighs and your eyes fly open to see Steve lean forward, keeping eye contact with you as he sucks his best friend's fingers into his mouth with a hum.

"Mm, sweet."

It's safe to say you don't make to your date.

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julie-claire · 2 months

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Sinful Sunday anyone 😘

#ootd #boots #thigh boots #sinful sunday #sexy #tease #tgirl #cute tgirl #tgirl babe #trans #transisbeautiful

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buckysforeverprincess · 9 months

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Bring on SINFUL SUNDAY and SHIRTLESS SEBASTIAN!!

#sebastian stan #seb stan #seba #sea bass #sinful sunday #shirtless seb #i have sinned #i don’t regret it

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mattmurdocksscars · 2 months

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"You make such pretty sounds,my love" with Matt pretty please 🥺♥️

Matt loved to hear you. He loved the sound of your heartbeat, the sounds of you in his apartment doing mundane things, the sound of you calling for him, and especially the sounds you made in between the sheets. He told you this as often as he could. He told you that the sounds of you brought him peace and let him know he was safe.

So it was no surprise when he started talking about it as he ate you out that evening.

"Doing so good for me, sound so beautiful. You make such pretty sounds, my love. Could listen to you all day."

"Fuck, Matt, please... I love you."

"I love you too. Just let me take care of you, gonna treat you so well. Pull more of those pretty sounds from you."

And he did.

#matt murdock x reader #sinful sunday

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ronearoundblindly · 11 months

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Ari- pre baby....: Your boss is being cruel and said a horrible thing about you to the bosses of your boss about you

Warnings for--WOAH THIS GOT SO OUT OF HAND--yeah, so, bad/rude management, bit of angst and language, relatively-tame protective!Ari but look at this guy, nothing tame about him, and then not-at-all-tame sexy!Ari again please just look at him and I dare you to tell me I'm wrong, smut, bit of praise/dominance? maybe, mostly just hng. (I'm FINE, btw, I'm not like lonely or repressed at all, FWIW, this is a totally normal reaction to...whatever. I have no shame anymore. 🤷🏻‍♀️) MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY. There is plenty for minors to read on my Light Masterlist, but this work is not for you! WC Who the hell knows. My guess is 2.5k about...

Too Eager, a Bedrock and Blueprints drabble

Sometimes you can tell by the way someone says something, they do not mean it kindly.

He's done it once before, your boss, described you as 'eager' when you volunteered to stay late and help with a project one of your coworkers messed up before leaving on an international vacation.

Someone had to do it, and at the time, you had no one to go home to. Why not? Dedication to your work makes you look good, right?

Wrong.

Apparently, eagerness crosses a line, and it's not a helpful or useful line. It's this ambiguous veil that you've passed through into being 'a woman' in this line of work. Eagerness translated to submissive and meek to your boss. He thinks you're a pushover now, and what's worse is there's no way to undo that stigma.

If you refuse to do extra, now that you have willingly done so before, you're not being a team player, you're being lazy, or you're clearly having 'a bad day.'

None of that is true, of course. You simply have a terrible boss, a man unable to interpret basic human decency without mansplaining it through a 1950s sepia filter for the incompetent.

You've come home crying a handful of times, played it off as nothing important to your boyfriend, and convinced Ari that you're just having those adulting pains that come with a full-time salaried position in a company hoping to do everything under the sun with as few employees as possible.

You're just worn thin. That's all. Ari understands that.

He even accepts that excuse for a time.

But then the phone call happens.

No, you aren't on the phone, and no, you are not meant to hear your boss say it to his bosses, but you do.

You once again 'volunteered' to finish a late project--if you can call being stared at by everyone in a meeting following the question "Who will handle this by Friday?" a voluntary choice--and walk past your boss's office to the restroom.

"Yeah, Donny--" clearly speaking to his own boss, Mr. Donovan, a golfing buddy once the courses open "--you know how these girls get. They're so eager to prove themselves. She's never said no."

Well, that just about sends you.

You're shaking by the time you wash your hands, splashing cool water on your neck in an effort to control the rising heat of anger. Frustration prickles behind your eyes.

Concentrating is impossible, and you text Ari to let him know you will be much later than initially thought. What can you do? What can you say that doesn't sound vindictive or childish? What happens when you go back on your word to get this done?

He joked about it, but saying 'no' runs a huge risk for someone like you. There's competition for this job. You had to work for years to be given this promotion even. Sure, you earned it, but it can be taken away just as easily.

Your boss knows that. Your boss's boss knows that. You think Ari knows that as well, but he actually doesn't.

Ari comes to pick you up, but when you refuse to come down to the truck, swearing you can't leave yet, he walks right on up to the offices.

He finds you in silent tears at your desk and kisses your forehead without a word. Your boss still chats in his office, seemingly avoiding going home to his own wife, loudly discussing the need for a new 9-iron.

Ari rips the phone out of the man's hand and disconnects the phone call.

"Hi, you don't know me and you don't want to," Ari starts with a huff that accounts for exactly 4% of his actual outrage at this moment, "but I'm here to pick up my girlfriend. She's been here--" he checks his watch "--an hour and forty-five minutes longer than necessary waiting for you to do your fu--job, and I'm taking her home. I assume you are capable of finishing your own damn work without supervision."

"It's not my job," your boss spits back.

"You're the manager. You've done her job before. You can do it again. It's what they pay you for."

Six-foot-scary Ari steps around the desk to prove his point.

"Unless you're so fucking lazy--" he tried not to curse, he really tried "--that you'd rather pay her double for every single second she puts up with your incompetence, daily, I suggest you get off your ass and do the work yourself."

The phone starts ringing beside him, and Ari picks it up.

"Hold please." He presses the receiver to his broad chest and glares daggers at the alarmed piece of shit cowering in a rolling chair. "She won't be here past five P.M. anymore, will she? Will she?"

Your boss shakes his head, taking the phone when Ari offers it, expressionless.

For good measure, Ari shoves the nearest stack of papers off the desk before stepping over the mess and walking out.

The entire ride home he thinks about how much he'd like to lodge that 9-iron so far up the guy's ass...and then realizes you're still crying quietly in your seat.

"Kid, I'm sorry. I swear, it'll be fine. He can't fire you for that. You still did more than you were supposed to, and if it takes him forever, that's his fault."

But you don't speak. Not when he rubs at your shoulders. Not when he opens the door for you. Not when you go to lay on the couch instead of eating dinner with him.

Ari sets a plate of food on the coffee table in front of you, but you ignore him and turn over, curling into yourself.

Sure, yelling at your boss wasn't his most tactical move ever, but that bastard's been messing with your confidence for so long. Ari couldn't take it anymore; he doesn't know how you have taken it for so long.

You must have fallen asleep.

Groggy, empty of that hot anger and embarrassment that fueled you before, you turn willingly when Ari sits on the couch and places your legs in his lap.

He’s quiet and gentle, stroking your calves below your work skirt, asking what you want or what you need, but your mind is just blank.

With the TV turned down, it’s just a hum behind Ari’s focused and flickering face as he watches you in rapture. He knows your bad days. He hates them as much as you do. He hates to see you as anything less than content, but he most loves to see you happy.

“Let’s get you comfy, okay?”

He rolls the zipper of your skirt down at your side and yanks it free slowly. He runs his hands up your body and back, under your blouse, to unhook your bra, ghosting a kiss to your clothed chest before sitting back up to tug at your tights. He didn’t say anything about you only taking your shoes off at the edge of the couch, which means Ari is being remarkably controlled for how much he hates shoes in the house. As he playfully shimmies the long and frustrating tubes of nylon over your feet, you sit up to pull off everything up top, letting the blouse and bra drop to the floor and crossing your arms over your bare breasts.

“Cold?”

You nod, and Ari takes off his own t-shirt right there to help you into. It’s warm from his body and each fiber smells deeply of a decade of comfort. His hands return to holding your thighs.

“Better?”

Yes, but you don’t want to talk about it.

You lay back and stare at the ceiling, watching what looks like blue flames dance over the beams and plaster. It wasn’t really your responsibility, it wasn’t truly your job you didn’t finish before walking out of the office, and it wasn’t even you who encouraged Ari to blow up at that shithead boss of yours, but tension and irritation still rise in your chest, constricting you as if the cotton switched to lead threads by some alchemy.

One of Ari’s large hands settles on your stomach beneath his shirt. Though it adds weight, the touch is human and grounding. He cares for you. He wants to take care of you, and sure, maybe his attempts have been imperfect so far but they show a willingness to listen and work. His other fingers draw patterns over the inside of your thigh, and he digs into the soft flesh a little more when you clench.

That tickles. He knows it tickles.

But he says nothing. He asks nothing. He stares forward like this is the most interesting silent movie he’s ever seen, except there’s definitely a lot of talking and he can’t hear a word.

He settles into an absentminded pace, and you don’t notice his position steadily moving until the tip of Ari’s index finger starts teasing over your panties.

His gaze doesn’t shift from the television. Ari’s pace doesn’t change at all for what feels like minutes, but you can’t be sure because you’re not able to pay attention to anything but that featherlight drag over your skin.

You turn slightly, and his hand presses heavier into your belly, pinning you there. As his fingers push closer, drawing more distinct and deliberate circles, you grab hold of his wrist, and Ari hums.

“More? You like that, sweetheart?”

He stops to instead trace the edges of your panties, letting you whimper and squeeze him, rubbing your thighs together over his lap.

“Maybe these are in the way, huh? Should I—“

You’re already lifting your knees to help.

Ari chuckles as he slides off your underwear. You gasp when he doesn’t let both of your legs back down though, hooking one behind his head to keep you open and exposed to him. He doesn’t fake watching the screen anymore. He scoots closer until your hips are propped up on his thigh, folding you at the mercy of his fingers.

“That’s it. Let me in.”

Though he’s no longer teasing, your boyfriend takes his time working in one, then two, then three fingers. As he becomes more engrossed in your sounds and little wiggles of response, Ari turns toward you, kissing the inside of your knee and thigh, drawn in by the sight of you taking him in so smoothly.

He coos when you tighten around him, shallowing his movements in favor of curling those fingers and rubbing his palm against your clit.

Your grip on his wrist is frantic while that tether in your gut threatens to snap. The scrambling makes Ari flip his pressing hand over for you to grasp.

“That’s it,” he encourages hoarsely. “There she is.”

He knows exactly how to fuck you, exactly how to throw you over that cliff and break you apart exquisitely, and he loves to watch.

“More,” Ari demands over your cries and the loud squelching of wetness between you. “Give me more. I know you can.” His hand holding yours remains weighty and urgent against your body as you convulse, milking your orgasm for all its worth and then ripping away to watch your cunt flutter around nothing. “Fuck, yes. More.”

You’re only vaguely aware that Ari shoves his drenched hand down his sweatpants to slick himself, squeezing your grip back.

“More,” you repeat.

Ari groans, tearing the pants down away from his hips to fist his cock harder at your words. “Yeah?” He licks his dry lips after a ragged breath. “That’s what you want? More?”

The only answer you can muster is bringing your joined hands up and sucking two of his fingers into your mouth, a grunt of unbridled lust punched from his naked chest.

He hurriedly picks up your clothes, stuffing them under your ass as a makeshift pillow so he can straddle the side of the couch and fuck into you, your leg still over his shoulder. His shirt rides up as he tweaks your nipples between those same rough, sticky fingers.

He huffs out praise—how beautiful you are, how good you feel, how grateful he is that you let him give you this—and tells you to take whatever you want, to come whenever you want.

Your jaw goes slack, but Ari immediately uses that spit to swirl around your bundle of nerves as he drives in faster, deeper, harder. The only thing your mind can hold onto while your body floats is the sound of him teetering on the edge of ecstasy with you.

He slows to ease you through the overwhelming intensity. It takes you a long time to notice he’s remained hard inside you, and after sweetly petting all over your skin to ground you, he almost pulls out.

You tense.

“You didn’t finish.” It’s a question and condemnation in one.

“You didn’t tell me to,” he says with a debauched smile.

Gingerly, Ari lowers your leg down to hook around his waist, bending to nuzzle against the long line of your sweaty throat, pressed to where oxygen rushes in and out of your ravaged body.

“Go on. Practice. Boss me around.” He leans back, ready. “You know I’m only too eager to please you, kid. Anytime.”

It’s kind and genuine, an open invitation, a request you can refuse, but you don’t want to say ‘no’ to Ari. He is patient and receptive, loyal and respectful. He protects you when you flounder to see your own worth. You’re wanted and needed. The advantage is all yours. You are neither submissive nor meek; you are as dedicated to your pleasure as you are to Ari’s. That’s the whole package. That’s the woman he loves.

Eagerness is not a fault. It’s a gift you give to each other and your lives.

“Okay, then, old man—“ you reach to scratch through his thick beard “—take me to bed. We’ve got work to do.”

Ari grins and scoops you up with sudden energy before realizing he’s about to trip over the sweatpants pooling around his ankles. You laugh, and he curses up a storm, kicking them onto the floor by your shoes.

Like he did that first day in the house, the first day he showed how much he felt for you, Ari follows orders and carries you down the hall.

A/N: I had a lot of trouble editing this because the month of May just melts my brain with how busy it gets. Hopefully, this turned out okay. I got a sudden bit of inspo when I woke up the other day, and it seemed like the way to go at the time...Now, I'm not so sure. I'm going out on a limb and posting this anyway. If it's trash, please let me know, and I'll redo it!

Taglist: @supraveng @1950schick @patzammit @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @yiiiikesmish @jamneuromain @nana1000night

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doumadono · 2 months

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For sinful sunday. Can i ask for wriothesley being into fucking his s/o infront of a mirror, basically belly bulging and breeding kink :3

SINFUL SUNDAY

There was a small party Wriothesley needed to attend, and he insisted on having you as his plus one. Little did he anticipate that you would choose to wear his favorite dress – the one that ignited his desires the moment he laid eyes on you.

Despite his attempts to maintain control throughout the evening, he found himself unable to resist any longer.

Wriothesley led you to his room, where a large mirror stood against the wall.

He pulled you close, his strong arms encircling your waist, and you felt a shiver of anticipation run down your spine.

"Do you see what I see, my dear?" he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear shell. His fingers trailed down your body, tracing the curve of your hip before slipping beneath your short dress. You gasped as he found you wet and ready for him.

"Y-yes," you stuttered, your breath hitching as he began to explore you with his skilled, rough fingers.

"Good," he growled, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. "You are mine. Your body, your mind. Everything belongs to me."

With that, he lifted you onto the table before the mirror, spreading your legs wide and exposing you fully to his gaze. You blushed at the vulgarity of it, yet you could not deny the thrill that coursed through you.

Wriothesley wasted no time in burying his face between your thighs, his tongue delving into your slick folds with expert precision, and he hummed when your juices spilled all over his flexed tongue. "Fuck, delicious."

You moaned, your head falling back as he brought you to the brink of ecstasy, your fingers grasping his dark strands. "O-oh, Wrio! Yes! Just like that! Oh, fuck!"

But it was not enough for him.

He stood, his cock jutting out proudly from his pants after he undid his fly. He stroked himself once, twice, before pulling you off the table and quickly unzipping the zip fastener of your dress, letting it slip down your shoulders and pool at your feet.

Wriothesley slowly unbuttoned his crisp-white shirt, eyeing your naked body with a wry grin curling his lips upward. His broad shoulders and muscular chest were on full display soon, and you couldn't help but feel a shiver of excitement run down your spine as you took in the naked sight of him.

He reached out and gently traced the curve of your hip with his fingers, making you gasp with pleasure. His touch was electric, sending waves of desire coursing through your body.

You closed your eyes and leaned back against him as he circled you, feeling the hard bulge of his cock pressing against your ass. Wriothesley wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer, his fingers finding your drenched clit and beginning to circle it in slow, teasing strokes.

You moaned with pleasure, your hips bucking against his hand as he brought you closer and closer to the edge, for the second time this night.

"Look at us, my dear," he commanded, his eyes locked on yours in the mirror. "Watch as I fill you, as I breed you like the fertile little wench you are."

You obediently opened your eyes and gasped, seeing him towering over you from behind, with his hand eagerly rubbing your wet folds.

After pulling his fingers off you and licking them clean, making a show just for you, the man reached down and grabbed your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he lined himself up with your entrance from behind.

You braced yourself, your heart pounding with anticipation.

And then, with one swift thrust, he was inside you. You cried out with pleasure, your head falling back against his shoulder as he began to fuck you in long, deep strokes.

Your belly bulged with each thrust, the sight of it making your pussy clench around him even tighter.

You whimpered, your hips bucking as he thrust into you with a force that left you breathless. The sight of him, so tall and powerful, claiming you so completely, was almost too much to bear.

He pounded into you, his balls slapping against your flesh with each thrust. You could see the sweat beading on his brow, the veins standing out in his neck as he worked to bring you both to the pinnacle of pleasure.

Wriothesley reached around and began to tease your clit again, his fingers moving in time with his cock.

You were lost in a haze of pleasure, your hips bucking wildly as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. Your moans filled the room, and you felt your mouth running dry from you crying for him.

"Look in the mirror," he growled in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Watch me breed that pussy of yours, you filthy little slut."

You couldn't resist his command. Your eyes fluttered open, and you watched in the mirror as Wriothesley fucked you from behind.

"Cum for me, babe," he growled, his fingers finding your clit and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. "Cum for your boyfriend, like a good slut you are."

And cum you did, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave, leaving you spent and panting in his arms.

Wriothesley followed suit, his cock pulsing inside you as he released his load, filling you to the brim and spilling down your thighs after he pulled out of your pussy.

A smug smile playing at his lips. "Let's hope soon you'll be round with my child."

#doumadonos sinful sunday 🔥#sinful sunday #wriothesley x y/n #wriothesley x reader smut #wriothesley smut #wriothesley x you #wrio smut #wrio x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #wriothesley #wriothesley x reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin smut #divider by cafekitsune

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mellowswriting · 2 months

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Okay okay,

this smutty idea has been plaguing my mind but imagine Ghoap x you but Simon gets a bit frustrated at how noisy you and Johnny are so he roughly grabs your hair and makes you kiss Johnny so you’ll both quiet down (please ignore if you don’t feel comfortable writing!)

content || SMUT, threesome, unprotected p in v sex, oral, multiple orgasms, dom/sub undertones, dom!Simon x sub!reader x sub!Johnny

a/n || no one look at me this is FILTHY lmao

sinful sunday

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It’s nearly three in the morning. Simon has been working the two of you over for hours. He couldn’t tell you just how many orgasms he’s put you through, even before he bullied his fat cock into your pussy. At least once with his tongue, maybe two more with his fingers and tongue together. You deserve each and every one of them. You’ve been such a good girl for him, so obedient and patient over the last few days since he’s been able to fuck you silly.

Johnny, though? He’s been bad, too whiny and desperate. Pawing at him in every waking moment. Begging for the chance to get his cock wet. Trying to lure you into his bad behavior with those begging eyes and his persuasive tongue.

This is his punishment. Simon made him watch every second of your reward. He snapped at Johnny the moment he palmed himself over his pants, growling at him to keep his hands off of his needy cock. The poor man had to shove his hands beneath his thighs to resist the temptation. Simon doesn’t make it easy for him. He makes the man lay next to you as Simon eats you out. He makes him kneel beside you as you take his cock in your mouth.

But this… Even Simon has to admit that this is cruel.

Johnny’s cock leaks against his belly as Simon fucks you, your knees straddling the Scot’s hips and your hands braced on either side of his head. Tempting him with the very thing Simon won’t let him have. Johnny takes his punishment with wide dopey eyes and desperate little groans, but his hand hasn’t wrapped around his cock once.

Every slow, measured thrust forces broken little sounds from your throat. Those sounds soothe some prowling beast that lingers in his chest. Simon loves just how good you take him, how sweet you cry his name. But the two of you together, his two desperate little sluts, are making too much fucking noise. By now, the entire building knows what's happening in this little room.

“You two need to shut the fuck up.” He hisses. Simon grabs a fistful of your hair and shoves you down onto your forearms. “Go on, Johnny boy. Shut her up and maybe I’ll let you come.”

A desperate sound cleaves through Johnny, one that’s quickly muffled by his plush lips. Molten pleasure slithers down his spine at the sight. You cling to him, feeding each other little moans and whimpers. He can’t help but quicken his pace, his hands on your hips as he fucks you in short, brutal strokes. Ever dutiful, Johnny quiets your cries with his lips and tongue. Simon drapes himself over you, his chest flush with your back.

“Go on, Johnny,” Simon grunts out. “Touch her. Make that pretty pussy come around my cock.”

Simon can feel the moment Johnny’s nimble fingers find your clit. Your cunt spasms around him, choking his cock until it feels impossible to pull out. It doesn’t matter - he wasn’t planning on it, anyway. Every thrust sends wetness gushing against his thighs until you finally come with a cry that Johnny drinks right from the cup of your mouth. Simon can’t help but follow soon after, his cum adding to the messy mix between your thighs.

It isn’t until Simon leans back to make good on his promise that he sees Johnny’s stomach covered in his own cum.

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booknerd693 · 27 days

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Had to blur it, unfortunately. I will find somewhere else I can post the uncensored version. Satan be with you brothers and sisters. 🖤

Happy Ishtar and breed the delicious asshole of a pastor, cum into the pulpit and slime your sexual fluids all over the pews! Choke the pastors wife with your vaginal fluids and shit down her throat, make the congregation eat pages out of their bibles as brothers and sisters of Satan's Legions sodomize their tight virgin cunts and assholes while they shout and renounce the vile stench of their false god. Smear the altar of the holy ghost in cum, shit, and piss, and fill the baptismal font in a delicious array of sexual blasphemy! Bathe every last xristcunt maggot in fermented piss and shit, as they declare SATAN the one true King of Kings, Almighty Emperor of Existence!

AVE HVHI SATHANAS!

YID CHUS MUN NAG LAM SETAN!

TASA REME LARIS SATAN!

ZAZAS ZAZAS NASATANADA ZAZA!

RENICH TASA UBERACA BIASA ICAR LUCIFER!

E NOMINE DEI NOSTRI SATANAS LUCIFERI EXSELSI!

HAIL LORD FATHER SATAN MASTER OF THE UNIVERSE!

#satan #hail satan #satanism #666 satan #satanic #theistic satanism #occult #hail thyself #atheistic satanism #satan is real #blasphemy #sinful sunday

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kittenofdoomage · 1 year

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Home At Last

Fandom: Real Person Fiction

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Henry Cavill x female!reader

Prompt: Henry returns home from filming and the first thing he wants is you

Word Count: 671

Warnings: est.relationship, oral sex, smut, mentions of quarantine

Bo’s barking alerted you to the fact that Henry was home before you heard the tyres on the gravel driveway. You didn’t rush to finish dressing from your shower, remaining in your towel as you sauntered to the bedroom window and pulled the curtains to the side, looking down at the front of the house. Henry’s car came to a stop and he climbed out, quickly followed by Kal, who dashed for the front door, barking in reply to Bo as she howled behind the glass.

Turning away, you heard the door open and Henry’s low voice as he greeted Bo, who instantly ran out into the yard to join Kal, both of them barking and overjoyed to be reunited after so long apart. The quarantine had added even more time to the period of separation, and you doubted they would need long to wear themselves out running around the enclosed front part of the house.

You unwrapped your hair from the towel, picking up a brush to run it through as loud footsteps came up the steps. Henry appeared, reflected in the mirror and you smiled at him through it, quickly getting rid of the tangles in your hair.

“There she is,” he murmured, drinking you in.

“I would have dressed up nice,” you replied, putting the brush down and turning to him. “But I had the feeling it would have been pointless.”

His brilliant grin revealed his pointed canines and you shuddered, barely having time to react as he approached, pulling you into his arms. “You smell amazing,” he groaned, grinding his lower half into you.

“I would hope so, I just showered.”

He chuckled, pulling back to rest his forehead against yours. Bo and Kal were still barking and his eyes flickered to the window in brief amusement. “I think they’re happy to see each other.”

“I know the feeling,” you whispered, pushing up onto tiptoes to initiate another kiss. Henry’s hands slid your ass, fingertips grazing underneath the towel to find your bare skin, groaning as you wiggled in his hold.

“Let me taste you,” he moaned, already dropping to his knees. You didn’t resist, lifting your leg when he slid his hand under your knee, propping it easily on his shoulder. The action lifted the towel, baring your freshly shaven pussy to his gaze and he groaned again, leaning forward without hesitation, flicking his tongue out to brush against your folds. “Oh, baby…”

Your fingers curled around the dresser behind you as his tongue delved deeper, finding the sink of your entrance, tracing it and teasing it until your head was flung back in a whine of need. Henry heard it, lapping and sucking eagerly at you, pushing you right to the very edge of losing control. You shuddered from head to toe, holding yourself up with one elbow on the wooden frame, feeling his hand sneak up around your thigh.

In one swift move, he was burying his tongue inside you properly, fucking it in and out, leaving you quivering and desperate to cum. When he pulled back only to attack your clit, sucking and tonguing the sensitive bud, you nearly slipped but his strong hold was your saving grace.

“H-Hen -” you panted, reaching down to slide your fingers through his dark curls.

He looked up, breathless and flushed. “What?” You jerked your head towards the bed, and he followed the movement, a smile spreading across his face. “Later,” he muttered, reaching for his belt with one hand, quickly freeing his cock. “There’s a perfectly good surface right here.”

You didn’t get a chance to question him, too pleasure-blind to think straight, and when he suddenly hoisted you up, perching your ass on the edge of the dresser, you squeaked. The sound broke away into a moan when his cockhead pressed into your cunt, splitting you open. You gasped and grabbed for his shoulders, clinging to him as he sank into you.

“There,” he hummed, nuzzling you into a hungry kiss. “Right where I belong.”

#henry cavill #rpf #real person fiction #henry cavill x reader #smut #drabble #fanfic #fanfiction #sinful sunday

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miss-starlet · 8 months

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♡ Fem! Chan ♡

18+ MDNI

♡Just a little thought about Fem! Chan being obsessed with y/n chest for Sinful Sunday♡

Fem! Chan just couldn't help it. She couldn't stop looking at you and its all your fault.

You were staying the night, and your outfit of choice to sleep in was a pair of sleeping shorts and a pretty pastel bralette.

You were seated on the couch right next to her and Channie's hands were just aching to touch you. She feels so bad for wanting to grab you and roughly pinch and flick at your buds that were showing through that top. Oh god how she just wants to watch you squirm.

Once the lace strap slipped down, she had enough. Quickly picking you up and placing you on her lap.

"Channie what?" You asked.

"Shh, I just want to make you feel good..." Her lips move so gently on your neck, while her hands roughly pull up your bralette to expose your chest. The buds hardening even more from being exposed by the air.

A yelp would slip past your lips as her fingers find there way to your nipples, pinching both of them. Channie would alternate from rubbing to pinching them, enjoying the soft moans and gasps you make.

"Good girl, it feels so good doesn't it?"

Fem! Chan would also love seeing your back arch and then curl in as if you were trying to move away.

“Can’t! Please, I-I… I want-" you gasped out before moaning.

"Whats that princess? You have to use your words" She would tease.

"Your fingers, i-inside please"

"So filthy, so filthy for mommy"

Once she is done teasing your chest, maybe for a few minutes, or maybe for a few hours. Her fingers finally make their way under your sleep shorts.

"You are so wet princess, I barely even touched you yet."

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sunwarmed-ash · 5 months

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The Eden Club-Deleted Scene

So remember when I said the plot of The Eden Club changed 12 times?

Well it did, haha and I had to delete whole scenes I don't think will end up back in the story. So I decided y'all get the deleted scenes just for following me :3 here's one of them 😈

Tags: Convin, sex worker Connor post revolution, enemies to lovers to friends, bdsm elements, Dom Connor, Sub Gavin

The Eden Club-Convin deleted scene

“Please sir…” Gavin begs, he’s been on edge for hours, and his cock aches under the hard toe of Connor’s shoe.

“No,” the android growls, and Gavin whines knowing it means he has to wait longer until he can get what he wants.

“No?” he repeats, begging for guidance, “Please- Sir, tell me, tell me what you want…”

“Don't call me that.”

Gavin feels like he's losing his mind. His core is throbbing, begging, screaming for release. He hasn't been broken like this in so long his body has been crying out for it. And he’s close, so close, to getting it, he’s just not there yet. But he wants to be, he wants more than anything to be good. To follow instructions and be rewarded for it. He takes an unsteady breath, keeping his head lowered as he asks,

“What do you want me to call you?”

Connor presses the rubbered end of the flogger under Gavin’s chin, helping him look up slowly until their eyes met. Gavin is frozen there, held in place by piercing, ordering eyes. His cock throbs again underfoot.

“I want you to call me by my name.”

Gavin’s shoulders lower and he shudders, eyes slamming closed in submission as pleasure plummets through his body and his cock twitches hard under rough plastic.

“Connor please, please, let me cum.”

Connor hums, pleased in his throat and Gavin feels a tension in his chest he didn't know he was holding loosen.

Connor was proud, he did good.

“You don't deserve it,” Connor teases, but his voice is light when he says it.

Gavin agrees.

“I know.”

“Are you sorry?” He asks, and Gavin’s never been more sorry for anything in his entire life.

“Sorry it doesn't fix it…” he says, because sorry hasn’t ever fixed anything for him. Not really.

“It does for me, so i'd appreciate it if you changed your attitude. If you want to cum still that is. If you’ve changed your mind though-”

“NO!” Gavin’s eyes snap up to meet Connor’s, searching his for something, some hint he was lying, just waiting for the moment for Gavin to show his belly before he struck. But Gavin didn't find any of that there. Instead he found what might even be the stupid fucking android equivalent of a soul in those suddenly innocent looking eyes.

Tears are blurring his vision before he can look another moment, and the words are spilling out of his mouth on instinct. “Connor, I'm so phcking sorry.”

He watches how the comment effects the android, how it bleeds into every circuit and brings a stupidly pleased smile to his face that is 100% Connor and not the killing machine Cyberlife intended him to be.

“Thank you Gavin. I'm going to let you cum now, do you know why?”

He looks back at the android with watery eyes,

“No, actually... You just said I don't deserve it…”

“You didn’t, originally. But I’ve changed my mind based on your good behavior. So answer me, sweetheart, why am I going to let you cum?”

The soft pet name after such a long, degrading, painful session has his emotions welling up at the surface and spilling over. He knows he's going to need a good fucking cry after this. Like a break down and ugly cry kind of cry. The android has somehow managed to tap into a space Gavin didn't even know he was letting him access until now.

“I don’t know…”

“Yes you do baby.”

Connor’s hand replaces the flogger under his chin and Gavin sniffles.

“Because you are merciful?”

Connor smiles, pride radiating out of every synthetic pore.

“Yes, I am. And why is that Gavin?”

Breath hitches, tears streaming, hips aching against Connors shoe. He doesn’t know. He doesn't want to be wrong…

“Because I am proud of you.” Connor finishes before finally, finally removing his foot. The sound that tears its way free of Gavin’s throat is nothing short of feral. His orgasm takes over his entire body, his hips hump automatically into frictionless air, chasing pleasure as it shoots out his tip and coats his chest, neck, stomach, cock, and the floor.

Connor could watch this on repeat forever, it invoked the same low burning stimulation that watching his first porn star did so many weeks ago. Gavin is completely overwhelmed with pleasure, an experience that seems rare in humans. He’s absolutely breathtaking to behold. He his body stops twitching, he tells Gavin that.

“Shut the fuck up,” Gavin pants, chest still panting through the after shocks.

“What was that babe?” Connor teased, with just a hint of his previous Dom tone that he’s now learning Gavin responds to after sex as well.

“I’m not beautiful.” he mutters, pushing his hair out of his eyes.

“You are, And you can't see what I’m seeing so you don't speak for me. You’re absolutely gorgeous. I wish I could preserve the moment of your climax forever.”

Gavin’s face flushes bright red.

“Can’t you already do that?”

“Yes.”

Gavin rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“I wouldn’t lie to you Gavin.”

Yes he would, everyone always lies to you. No one wants you anymore Gavin. Why do you think you’re here?

Gavin shakes his head before the bad thoughts can get their hooks into his frontal lobe.

“What the hell are you even talking about, yes you would, you have! And besides you don't need to blow smoke up my ass, we both already got off.”

“I’m not blowing smoke up your ass, I was simply attempting to transition into aftercare.”

That makes Gavin laugh.

“Aftercare? What did Kamski make you read 50 Shades Of Grey?”

Connor took a minute to respond as he was probably googling what 50 shades of grey was, Gavin used the time to begin to locate his clothes. Oh, well after he got the feeling in his legs back.

“No, I don't believe 50 shades of grey does a good enough job of describing BDSM elements and relationships as a whole. Nor does it show healthy examples of consent. While there are ‘contracts and labels’ in common, you are free to leave at any point. I would even give you your money back if you wanted. If you’re not enjoying something, I would expect you to tell me, and the same applies to me.”

Gavin turns around and looks at Connor. Really looks at him. For a long fucking time.

“Who the phck are you?”

Connor smirks.

“Detective Reed, My name is Connor, I’m an RK800 android prototype attempting to pass for human. How am I doing?”

“Frighteningly well.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment. Perhaps I can I get you that coffee now?”

“T-The coffee from 10 months ago??”

“11 months, two weeks, and 5 days. But, yes Detective, that one” Connor sasses.

Gavin hates the visible shiver it causes him.

“Fine, phck it, sure, there a phcking food menu too?”

“Actually, yes.”

“Shit, this place really did get better…”

Connor is quiet for half a beat, before asking,

“So you have been here before?”

“What? Yeah, of course I’ve been here, I'm human aren’t I?”

Connor pulls up the menu screen and adds Gavin’s coffee before opening the folder for food.

“The first time you came here, and stayed with me, specifically, I asked you if you’ve had sex with an android, you said no.”

Gavin ignores him for the menu, which was over 30 pages long. What did they merge with Cheesecake factory?

“That wasn’t the question you asked.”

“Why are you deflecting Detective?”

Gavin’s eyes glance up from the menu screen, eyes narrowing suspiciously. He felt like he was being interrogated, but lightly? Almost like he was being teased, but also the man was genuinely curious. Fine, time to see how good his skills were.

“I’m not deleflecting, it's not the same question!” He chuckles, adding a cheeseburger with all of the fixings, fries, and a chocolate milkshake.

Connor eyes the total calorie count worryingly before deciding to just allow it.

“So, you haven’t had sex with an android?”

“Nope, just you. Lap dances don't count as sex.”

Connor flushes all the way up to his artificial hairline.

“Oh. I see,” Connor chuckles, understanding the loophole now.

“You're more than that, by the way.”

Connor looks at Gavin perplexed, attempting to understand what he could be referring to.

“More than what?”

“Just an android. I mean, I don't think you shutting down on me would have freaked me out as much as it did, if I, didn’t believe I killed something. That there was something in there to kill. I know I’m an ass, but I’m not stupid. t’s not beyond my belief that technology finally got smart enough to create a perfect, indistinguishable, soulless mimic. But that's not what you are.”

Gavin can feel Connor's eyes on him, burning through his skin all the way down to his nerves. Not actually, but when he felt already scrubbed raw, Connor might as well have heat vision. He continues talking to distract from it.

“Before the revolution, before, all of you woke up, or whatever, the androids, here especially, were different. Way different than you, and I felt that way before you deviated. You’ve always had, I don't know, something in there. Something deviant. I mean, you mouthed off to me on your first day! I’ve never had an android talk back to me, freaked me the phck out. Thought I was actually gonna get shot in the break room.”

Connor laughs at that.

“I wouldn't have shot you. I didn't have a gun.”

Gavin finally shot him a look, and Connor’s stupid, pleased as shit fucking smile made his heart clench. Goddamn post sex hormones. Always turned him into a sap.

“The new you is still a lot like the old you. Sassy and cocky as shit. But I can also clearly see Anderson’s bad influences mixed in there too.”

“Mm, yes, I have grown fond of the word ‘fuck,’ and sex.”

Gavin snorts.

“Yeah babe, I know.”

There was something else Gavin needs to say, and if he doesn't do it now, it might stay inside for another year. After everything Connor’s done for him, he deserves to know. “Hey, Connor?”

When Connor’s huge expressive eyes are on him his heart clenches. He needs to push through this. Connor’s worth it. “I was wrong. Before. You are alive, and I was pretty phcking stupid to think otherwise. So, I’m sorry about that. About how I treated you. All of it. Really.”

When Connor doesn’t immediately say anything, Gavin instantly worries he fucked up, again. Despite trying to do everything right. When he takes a closer look, he realizes he’s just been shocked silent. His mouth actually drops open after the out of character apology. At least until Gavin glares at it. He didn't like feeling mocked.

Connor snaps his lips closed and his cheeks flushed pink. Connor was obviously thinking several things at once trying to figure out which is the right to ask first. It was making Gavin edgy to wait.

“Will you just ask me whatever you’re frying your breadboard over-analyzing?”

Connor’s face scrunches together adorably, and Gavin hates how stupid hooked he was on Connor already.

“Would, you consider dating me? Officially?”

Gavin obviously didn't expect that question because now his mouth drops open. Unfortunately for him that freed his tongue, which answers without his brain or hearts consent.

“You, want to date me? Like more than just hook up?”

Connor nods immediately, pink still dusting his cheeks.

It wasn't a good sign that he actually missed the blue right? That feels like a four-letter-word red flag warning.

“Yes, and that's not my social relationships program speaking. I swear.”

Gavin looks at Connor for a moment before saying,

“Yeah, I believe you.”

Connor closes the distance within a fraction of a second but once he was just a breath away, he took his time, looking Gavin in the eye and making his heart sputter and choke weakly like a winter-frozen engine.

“You mean it,” Connor says finally, and Gavin bites his tongue before it can answer on reflex again.

Instead he nods, and then Connor’s lips are on his, hard and bruising in a way that took his breath away. He hasn’t felt this plummeted by a kiss since his first kiss with Hank in 2029. He hates what this means for him, but he can’t get himself to pull away.

Connor kisses differently than Hank, differently than random hook ups he meets at bars, than most people Gavin’s been with because Connor’s curious, genuine, and deliberate. Probably taking fucking notes in that big brain of his, studying him, studying how his body responds to each press and brush of lips. No one’s ever bothered to pay this much attention to him before and Gavin’s overwhelmed by how it makes him feel. Connor tastes like clean silicone, but he feels so much softer than that. Different enough from human skin for him to notice but not enough for him to want to stop.

They are startled apart by Gavin’s arrival of food and the older man actually growls out his disappointment. It causes the sweetest chuckle out of Connor.

“We can always kiss after. We can stay in here as long as you want.”

“Yeah, like I can afford to spend more than I’ve already spent here this week,” Gavin scoffs playfully, but in reality he was hiding his profuse disappointment.

“I’m sorry for the ambiguity, I meant on the house. I take breaks between clients all the time.”

“Whoa, what? Seriously?”

Connor nods before pointing to his rapidly cooling meal.

“Eat your food, and then you can ask me more questions.”

Gavin flushes, temporarily forgetting about his food for the conversation but now suddenly starving.

After he ate three bites Connor continues. “I make my own schedule, Elijah doesn't take a cut of my tips. I can work the floor or in here whenever I want.”

“Sounds too good to be true, sure he's not playing you?”

Connor shrugs.

“Not entirely, but so far he’s kept things professional, more or less.”

Gavin didn't like the way that statement made his skin feel. Or the way the name struck a familiar, unwelcome cord in both his heart, and his gut.

“What's more or less?” He didn't really want to press, but he felt a duty to Connor, Hank, and his job to push.

Connor appreciates his concern.

“Everything has been mutually consensual Detective, he’s running a clean operation, in legal terms at least. Though I doubt this place would pass a health inspection.”

Gavin unfortunatly agreed with that statement.

“Alright, well, good. You make sure to let us know if that changes. Hate to learn our ‘isolated incident’ was a pattern in front of our faces all along.”

“I’m very lucky to have two strong officers to protect me.”

Gavin barks his laughter, but it sounds genuine and not forced.

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this is a lil thot here but excuse you the breeding kink and baby fever go brrr.. anyways imagine mickey like finding out you want kids and then going FERAL. i just- that image in my head is one i am PROUD of creating

But it is an IMPORTANT thot. This awakened something, I think. A lil nsfwish so 18+, and there's a cut. (Reference to their conversation about what they'd name their kids from "swallow you like sunshine") ahoy, ahoy this became a whole thing --

so deep in love with you (baby love) [mickey “fanboy” garcia x fem!civilian!reader, aka “cielo”]

Word Count: 1.3k (always a nerd, never a blurb) of nerves, honey-sweetness, and the eternity of love’s promise

Warnings: hints of smut, fingering, breeding kink (obvi) and comeplay. mildest of mild hints of choking. 18+, please.

Why were you so nervous?

No, seriously, why were you nervous? You and Mickey had had this conversation before. There was no reason for you to be this anxious, sitting silently during the dinner he had made for you, twirling spaghetti around your fork endlessly.

If Mickey found your silence disquieting, he had the good grace not to say anything, eyeing you with those bourbon-honey swirled eyes of his that drove you absolutely crazy.

You could do this. This is Mickey you were talking to. Mickey, who had stood in front of the censor so the sliding door at the grocery store stayed open while you tried not to slip in a puddle on your way in. Mickey, who wraps his hands around you and puts them in the pouch pocket of your hoodie while you wait for movie tickets. Mickey, who brought you coffee in bed this morning. Mickey, who plays with Bob's kids, talks to them like they're adults, and excitedly talks too fast when he spills to you all the new facts he's learned about cuttlefish after spending an afternoon with them.

You could tell him this.

"Ehm," you cleared your throat, putting down your fork that had a veritable hive of spaghetti twirled to the end of it by now. "M?" You ventured, waiting for his eyes to meet yours across the table before continuing.

"Yeah, Cielo?" He must sense your nerves. He put his fork down, too, waiting patiently for you to continue.

You cast your eyes down the smear of red sauce across your plate that looked vaguely like a bloated bear before, murmuring,

"Ithinkimreadytotry," you rushed.

Mickey cocked his head to the side, eyes swimming with questions, "Sorry?" He asked.

"I think," you exhaled, tilting your jaw to boldly (in your opinion) meet your husband's eye. "I think I'm ready? To start, you know, trying? Only if you are, I mean, I know you leave again soon, so we don't have a ton of time, and it doesn't have to be now, but I'm ready if you're ready and I just wanna have a baby with you, if that's cool--" you rambled, cutting yourself off when you saw Mickey's eyes widen, his hand reaching over the table to press his finger gently over your lips, rendering you silent.

"Baby," he chuckled. "A baby?"

You nodded, slumping back in your seat, deflated, at the toll your rant had taken on your body.

Mickey eyed you again, seemingly not eager to respond.

He nods, pushing his chair back and standing up, making his way around the table and over to you.

"So," he reaches for you, beckoning you up from your seat with the gentle tug of his warm arm around your waist. "Which one do we try for first, hm?" He asks as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, lips trailing the thrumming pulse along the column of your throat. "Vero or Valencia, boy or girl?"

Without giving you a chance to respond, Mickey hoists you over his shoulder, carrying you through the threshold to the living room, gently depositing you on the couch. You gasped at the feel of his fingers tugging at the waistband of your leggings, seemingly perpetually warm, something that emanates from him, tried and true.

And Mickey barely lets you get a word in edgewise, as you open your mouth to respond, he fuses his lips to yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth as his fingers continue to tug your leggings down your legs.

Like a heatwave on a summer's day, Mickey had overwhelmed you, sunshine and molten gold, his hips now rolling into yours on the couch.

"W-wait," you pushed his shoulders, his lips separating from yours, flushed, kiss-bitten, and honeyed. "Now?!"

"You just gave this whole spiel about how we don't have a ton of time," Mickey reasoned, his fingers trailing to your waist as he rolled his hips into yours again, causing you to buck at the feel of him through his sweatpants. "Why not now?"

"M!" You swatted his bicep lightly with the back of your hand, "I haven't showered today. I'm wearing ratty old leggings, for god's sake. I look a mess!"

Mickey hmm'd, a purring little hum of dissent lodged in his throat, like a perpetually displeased jungle cat.

"Agree to disagree, amor," he eyed you as though you were the meal he had been enjoying moments ago.

"First of all," he presses a kiss to your throat, one hand coming up to follow it, fingers lightly wrapping their way around your neck as he feels the effect he has on you in the blood rushing through your veins, beneath his fingers, heated and heady. "You aren't wearing your leggings ... Anymore."

He presses a kiss to your lips, following the gentle gesture with an intentional scraping of teeth, a little bite to his bark.

"Second of all," his other hand at your waist now slips between you to feel the now-soaked lace at the very center of you, plucking it aside to allow him to stroke the seam of your cunt, his touch causing your lips to part in a gasp, your eyes to flutter closed. "You look hot as fuck. Always do."

With that, Mickey slips a finger inside of you, pleased at the feel of your heated walls around him as he plays you to an unheard rhythm, rolling his thumb over your clit. Eagerly swallowing your breathy little moans as he kisses you through his attentions.

"M'gonna fuck you, Cielo," he murmurs, the heat of his body leaving yours as he rocks back on the couch to shuck his sweatpants down. "Gonna give you a baby. Gonna make you come first, though..."

"I want that," you sigh, twining your fingers through the curls you know will be shorn once he leaves, eager to tug, eager to capitalize. Eager to make him yours. "Want everything with you."

...

Later in the night, Mickey takes in the serenity of your features bathed in the white-blue glow of the television as you two take in "The Empire Strikes Back" with unseeing eyes, exhausted and high off of each other. He had put on the movie and grabbed you a chocolate bar after round ... Three, was it?

And he didn't know if it would take right away, really. But he was hell-bent on trying, having fucked you into the couch until you'd forgotten your own name, pushing his release back into you when he had withdrawn, fingers gently sweeping along your opening to urge you through another orgasm, while keeping his spend inside of you.

Now, he's admiring you, the curve of your waist. Imagining the way your stomach will swell someday, the genesis of your collective devotion.

So, really, he doesn't know what compels him to tell you, but he says it anyway --

"You know," your eyes meet his at his words, lips curled in a sweet, sleepy smile, encouraging him to continue. "If you get pregnant this year, Javy owes Payback twenty bucks."

"Excuse me, what?!" You cock an eyebrow at him, seated on your elbows the better to take in what your husband had just said.

"Ehm, yeah," Mickey was sheepish now, scrubbing the back of his neck with his hand. "They were teasing, you know how they are... And, well, I know that I've got it in me, so really, I don't know what they were trying to imply. Just giving me shit, I think."

You put your hand up to silence your husband, biting back a chuckle as you clarify,

"M, do you mean to tell me you wagered with your co-workers about how soon you could knock me up?"

And Mickey, expert at reading you though be was, was grasping to tell whether you were amused or upset. It's a fine line to walk, sometimes, truly...

"Uh, yeah, I guess I did..." He trailed off, glancing at you with apologetic doe eyes.

A laugh bubbled from your lips, a tipsy little thing, telling champagne bubbles as you laughed at your husband's ridiculous antics, tugging him toward you, and pressing your lips to his.

"Claro. C'mon then, daddy," you murmur, kissing him with each word. "We've gotta get Reuben that money."

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